Introducing.....
Imperatrix!
Once there was a joy-girl called Lizzy Banks. She worked for her mob pimps and was actually a high-class escort. But one night one of her customers wasn't pleased for some reason, and complained to her bosses while trowing out some big deal that was in the making. Her boss was furious, and took a big steel pipe and beat her, and beat her, and beat her some more until he was all covered in her blood. His suit never recovered. Poor guy.
As for Lizzy? From what she heard later, another joy-girl had taken her to Doc, that old grouchy troll street doc. When she woke up on a cold slab with him suturing up the worst of her wounds. He told her the bad news. Her body was fragged up to hell. She'd be looking at a year of recovery before even trying to walk again. Naturally, she didn't have the dough to cover such treatment, let alone rent while invalid. And something was messed up in her head too. Years of working the night, and this is the thank you she got? She just wanted it all to be over. So she said.
"Doc, I'm fragged to hell anyway. Jus... Jus give me that cat set of chrome. Ya know, the one the customer freaked out on last second. It's been collecting dust and ain't gonna do ya no good."
Now Doc is a hard-ass troll, and he took a drag of one of those stinking stubs of fat cigars he always seemed to have in his mouth, even when working on patients.
"Shit Liz, that's a Grade-A set. Alphaware girl. And amped up to the max too. Worth a fortune. And worse, that much gear... it's gonna burn you out girl."
Doc had a tender spot for the joy-girls. He had to fix them up often enough when customers got handsy. He was a big bullying bastard to most of his customers, but he had a soft heart for the girls. He knew what this was going to do to Lizzy. But she didn't care. Burning her soul seemed like the right thing to do. That way she wasn't suffering no more. But there was a burning part of her, some primal rage, that wanted to live on, and deal out some payback.
"Jus... do it Doc. I'll work it off for ya. It's that... or ya can throw me in the meat grinder now. Can't work. No money. No rent. Nothing. Won't last a year. Fuck, not even a month. Give me the chrome, and I'm gonna make it right with ya."
Doc sighed, and looked at the gear. His mouth turned sour, but Lizzy could see he was going to do it.
"Frag it. No way I'm selling it. Alright girl, but don' say I didn't warn ya."
Lizzy tried to smile, but it hurt.
"Yer... Yer one of the good ones Doc. I'll make it right. Promise."
Doc said nothing, but got out his tools. Last thing Lizzy heard was
"Breathe deep" before he put a mask on her. Then the lights went out, and with it, the pain.
She had no idea how long she was out. Sometimes she'd wake up, seeing machines beeping, bags of medical stuff hanging over her. Sometimes in a recovery ward, sometimes back on the slab. Sometimes missing a limb. It was weird. Only when she had to test out if the neuro-links were working did Doc wake her up fully, and only briefly. Until one day, it was all done. She took her first steps on her new legs, shaped like a cat's, all chrome covered in fur. She fell over and grabbed a bedframe for support, only to crush it in her grip. Doc said he would add it to the tab and for her to be careful, she wasn't no 'frail girl no more'.
And then, the streets again. Getting used to her chrome, then using it to work off the debt. Working out the big hole in her head. Something was gone, but with it all the hurt was gone too. She laughed at that, but didn't know why.
A few years went by. Lizzy was gone. Now she was Imperatrix, the cat-empress of the night. She had paid off Doc. Much of her creds had come from stealing cyberware. She was quite good at it, leaving behind a pile of bewildered people who just got a part of their body yanked out. Suckers. Of course she couldn't get full money for those used bits, but she found a pawn broker willing to give a good price for what she brought in. A few months later he gave her a contact, a fixer who would pay her big time for some shadow work. That sounded like good fun, and so Big Momma came into her life. She never figured out who was behind that AR persona, but the leads were solid, and running the shadows paid big-time. And besides, what else is a girl to do except have some fun, eh?