This Cyberpunk universe has been great for making a whole new cast of characters! We have yet one more built by for the universe devised by myself and the always creative Fiona  SkunknFriends Introducing one more social connection from our always optimistic Cookie, an old foe turned shakey friend. Wilda Walter!

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The doe Wilda grew up in a line of executives for a military tech company that offered services like security, weapons, and the latest in combat cybernetics to anyone that paid. Anything from a fellow corp waging war with one of their own, to a group of ideologues looking to prove a point. She was sent to school early with the other corpo kids, learning how to be proper, given a sense of business, and what it takes to survive in this cutthroat profession.

Wilda had no issue in school, she passed her education swimmingly and was provided rank within the military tech corp as an exec. She was in charge of small arms deals in the city of Prospera, particularly with those the corp labeled as "Community Watch." What regular chooms would call "Gangers." The doe was ruthless, and went above and beyond to keep her superiors happy. Even going as far as to offer discounts to any gangs that deliberately robbed and destroyed any competitor's shop fronts.

As Ms. Walter was making headway with her career, she began to notice that some of her delivery trucks had been going missing, and some shipments were arriving lighter than they should have. She even found one convoy of trucks with cargo completely destroyed and with some kind of calling card left behind. A crudely little character with long ears, maybe a rabbit?

It wasn't long before Wilda had been informed by some of her contacts that a couple of runners had started making their name known in the biz.. A couple of rabbits with one going by the alias of Cookie and her boyfriend. Wilda had concluded that it had to be them messing with her operations.. Not for long. She hired extra trucks, more armed guards. When those didn't work she hired the company's internal hitmen to find and eliminate them, but even that didn't work! They always came up short handed, or zero'd themselves! All the while that same stupid calling card kept appearing, and finally a message reading:
"Come get us."
She would.. She would if it was the last thing she ever did!

Wilda spent the next year hunting and chasing the runner rabbits, even intercepting them on a few of her deliveries. Getting the jump on them and chasing them off, she had a personal driver to escort and chase them down while she shot at them. They always managed to get away, and always carried a smile on their face. Their trouble-stirring grins burned into her brain every time they got away. Before too long though, the doe was just on the cusp of finding their home and completing her goal of icing a few pesky runners. Before she could start seriously planning though, she got some rather sudden news from her clientele. The rabbits weren't running anymore. They called it quits. Peculiar, perhaps they caught wind she was on their little cotton tails and decided to save their fur. None the less, problem solved she thought to herself, and began to return to regular operation as she'd been distracted from this side project for a good while.

All seemed well for a couple of years as Wilda had returned to business as usual. Her deliveries were all protected and sent with only the usual amount of trouble, nothing that her normal staff couldn't handle. One day though, the doe learned just how cruel the business world could be. A new group of execs came in, performing a literal hostile takeover of her division. Her subordinates were either bribed, demoted, or forcibly removed one way or another to leave the exec vulnerable. From there her assets were seized, and when she tried to put up a fight, she was beaten and tossed out into the rain, left for dead.

The doe lay in a dark alley, severely wounded and without her ambulance subscription card. Of all the people that could have found her, in all of Prospera. It was her. That brown furred spotted rabbit. This time though, she didn't carry that awful grin, and her legs were different. She seemed like an entirely different person, even. Right as she passed out, she could feel herself being lifted by the woman and taken to safety.

Fast forward a couple of years, and Wilda has patched herself up with what remaining assets she had and some help from the old runner. She now works as a fixer, providing runners with rather creative means of work using old contacts from her corpo life. She doesn't really talk to Cookie much anymore since she helped her back on her feet, the girl seems more interested in sulking in her own misery after her boyfriend kicked the bucket and she lost her legs. Companionship is just a distraction anyway, and I don't see why someone would be so upset about getting state of the art legs. She thought to herself. Still, she was okay with leaving her old enemy be until one day she receives a call.. The doe's eyes glow as she answers. The voice was familiar.

"Hey Wilda.. Hope that you're doing good. So. I'm thinking of getting back in the runner game. I've got a buddy that's gonna be tagging along, she's fresh but she's got spunk. You got anything for us?"

"For a troublemaker like you? I think I can find figure something out.. Come by my office, and bring your new friend. Plan to stay a bit, I have wine."