When I think about the best the New United States has to offer, it's the men and women of 6th Street who I see in my mind's eye. All Night Citizens recognize the name, but it is the residents of Vista del Rey who owe a lot to 6th Street… A lot, if not everything. There was a time when entrepreneurs of all varieties tried their luck in the neighborhood, but most wound up ennyless and hungry. Cab drivers, mechanics, shopkeepers... Small businesses fell right and left in the total economic devastation that arrived in the wake of the Fourth Corporate War. As larger corporations like Arasaka expanded their business into the area, local franchises saw their customer pool dry up. Nascent gangs seized control of the streets, terrorizing residents on such a scale that even police intervention proved a useless endeavor.
But then they began to appear – professional soldiers returning home to Vista from tours of duty. Though they expected to return to the sound of children's laughter in the streets and the sumptuous smell of freshly grilled scopburgers, they were instead shocked and disheartened by the chaos and destruction that greeted them. And yet, their will could not be broken. Like true-blooded Americans they took matters into their own hands. They stockpiled Militech weaponry, trained their neighbors as they had been trained, and exacted their revenge on the scattered, brutal gangs that savaged their home.
So formed the 6th Street paramilitary company. Whites, Blacks, Latinos, and Native Americans together in arms patrolling the streets of Night City together – a unified force demonstrating what it means to be a patriot. Their enemies spread baseless slander of theft and smuggling. But they are resilient in both constitution and belief – proud, young, and eager for a future when the states once again stand united. They await the day someone will bring America from its knees just as they have done with Vista del Rey.
