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β FILE: ORIGINS β THE ROAD BEFORE NIGHT CITY
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Vega Ortiz Egawa was born under open sky and rusted constellations, in the Badlands outside Night City β a child of two worlds that were never meant to touch.
Her mother, Isabela Ortiz, was Colombian, nomad to the bone. The Marauds were her bloodline β convoy runners, smugglers, road-fighters who survived by grit, loyalty, and family.
Years earlier, Isabela had loved another nomad deeply: the Maraudsβ original leader. From that union came Vincenzo Ortiz, Vegaβs older, half-brother β raised into leadership after his fatherβs death, hardened early, shaped by responsibility.
Vegaβs father was different.
A Japanese man - Arasaka analyst, who fled Night City after attempting to sever ties with the Megacorp. He disappeared into the Badlands chasing anonymity, freedom, safety, and a clean break β and found Isabela instead. Their relationship was brief but intense, driven by desperation more than romance.
When Isabela became pregnant, Arasaka found him.
No body. No confirmation. Only whispers of recovery teams and erased records.
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Vega grew up under Vincenzoβs leadership, though she was never meant to inherit it. Vincenzo was steel β pragmatic, ruthless when needed, loyal to the clan above all else. He loved Vega, but their bond was complicated. She was a liability in his eyes β curious, restless, too fascinated by the city lights on the horizon.
The Marauds taught her how to survive:
- How to strip a vehicle in minutes
- How to run smuggling routes blind
- How to fight dirty and leave no witnesses
While others found peace in repetition β convoy, camp, convoy β Vega listened to stories. Of neon streets. Of implants that rewrote bodies. Of Night City, where a nobody could become anythingβ¦ or die trying.
She didnβt want to just survive the world.
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At 26, the road took its final toll.
A Raffen Shiv attack hit the Marauds hard β fast, brutal, merciless. Vehicles burned. Supplies were taken. And Isabela Ortiz died shielding Vega from a gunman who never even saw her face.
Vincenzo survived. The clan survived.
Grief turned into momentum. The Badlands felt too small, too quiet. Every mile reminded her of what sheβd lost β and what sheβd never had.
Within weeks, she packed what she could carry and drove toward Night City alone.
Vincenzo didnβt stop her.
That hurt worse than if he had.
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Vega didnβt start her journey naive.
She started where nomads always start: smuggling. Running tech, weapons, people β anything that paid.
Thatβs how she met Jackie Welles.
They clicked fast β shared humor, shared risk tolerance, shared hunger for something bigger. Jackie saw her as family almost immediately. Vega saw him as an anchor β proof that the city didnβt have to swallow you whole.
Then came Dexter DeShawn.
Then came the promise of the Major Leagues.
And everything after was blood and ghosts.
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