THEFIXERS

A powerhouse at the bleeding edge of cybernetics, synthetic life and war-tech. From hyper-intelligent androids to consciousness transfer devices, H.I.//CORP designs and dominates the future of flesh and function.

Born out of blood, betrayal and brilliance, founded by Mr. Daiji Hagasaki after a dramatic split from N.U.K.E.

Where other corporations aim to replace the body, N.U.K.E. aims to preserve the mind indefinitely. Founded by Christina Navarro, it pioneered the first stable neural backup protocol: a mind copied, encrypted, stored in digital space, then reinstalled into fresh biological or synthetic hosts.

Born in the cracks of a rotting city, risen from power outages, failed uplinks and forgotten slums, places the grid could not reach and the corps would only send drones into.

Leftovers. Exiles with fried implants, orphans of war, burnouts running tech that should have killed them five upgrades ago. They did not die. They adapted.

A tight-knit syndicate of kinfolk who reject cybernetic dependence and cling to flesh, tradition and roaring combustion engines. Raised in the underzones on real fuel and real pain, they believe the surge of chrome and code is a sickness.

Family first, tech last. Everyone in the crew is a relative, bound by blood or old-swear oaths.

Born into an empire: chrome-plated legacy, shareholder blood, and zero say in what came next. Ru rebelled not for freedom, but for sensation. One deadly crash later, the H.I.//CORP board found an opportunity.

Enhancement index: 92% cybernetic reconstruction. Status: active, monitored.

A dual-faced anomaly in the Hagasaki dynasty: polished corporate emissary by day, black-market godmother by night. While her cousin Ru plays heir to the empire, O-Rin thrives just outside the boardroom's spotlight, greasing mercenary networks and brokering data nobody admits exists.

She didn't just build N.U.K.E., she became its foundation code. Obsessed with legacy as data, she fractured her own identity across dozens of clones and neural backups. Some Navarros still serve the company. Others do not.

The name mercs whisper when they're leaking from four holes and still clutching their gear. If you've got pulse, parts, or enough cred to barter with your blood, Patch will put you back together. Not back to normal. Back to something functional. Something cold.

Sipher isn't plugged in, and that's exactly what makes him dangerous. Part grease, part grit, all legacy. While the rest of his bloodline trained for convoy raids and engine-deep guerilla tactics, he cracked open city tech and learned to manipulate it from the outside.