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✨We've made it to chapter 20!✨ Thank you all for your continued support. Always nice to see Judy on the channel. Thinkin' about her a lot these days while going through my current playthrough of the game. Take care everybody

+/ Night City Stories +/ Chapter 20 – Eye On The Prize

Zaunya waiting outside the entrance of the ripper's is seen leaned up against a chainlink fence. Her black leather facemask can be seen hanging out of her front pocket as she posts one of her long legs up against the fence for stability. The lack of ambient street and advertising lights has her nearly shrouded in darkness as stray sirens and carhorns can be heard far off into the distance. She takes long, calm drags of her smoke as she stares deeply into a small puddle beneath her feet, recalling a memory:

Young Zaunya, now about 16 is seen frantically organizing an opulent tea set. She places the various cups and silverware onto a gold tray. Engraved at the base of the tray reads 'PETROCHEM' glaring up at her. Her hands are shaking as she nervously lifts the tray and makes her way down a long hallway in the corporate mega-structure. She makes her way past various corpos going about their business hearing stray shouting matches, whispered conversations and office equipment being used. Janitors on their hands and knees cleaning up alcohol spills and party trash, vacuming open offices and scrubbing desks. She arrives outside of a board meeting room and is just tall enough to peek in through a small window on top of the door. She sees various suits sat at a huge table deep into a meeting. Her green eyes catch a man sitting at the head of the table with his elbows on the table and his hands folded resting on his forehead looking down. Its clear hes either irate or uninterested in whats going on. She then glaces behind him to see her mother, standing behind the man seated massaging his shoulders.

Zaunya enters the room abruptly, bumping into the door awkwardly with the tray causing a clanking noise that startles everyone inside, throwing off the flow of the conversation and causing everyone inside to glance over at her including her mother. The executive being massaged is the last person to look up at her. He glances over at her with a half surprised expression. The conversation continues on normally as everyone re-focuses and Zaunya begins quietly serving tea. She silently offers each member of the table a cup of tea to which some accept and some deny. As she slowly makes her way around the big table she glances over at her mother giving the man at the head of the table a massage before her attention is immediately turned to the man himself staring directly at her. It startles Zaunya as she glances at him realizing just how hard hes staring at her as she attempts to stay focused on her task. After serving each one she would glance over to still see him staring right at her. It was almost as if time had slowed and everything happening around them was inaudible as her senses heightened and her heart rate increased. She finally makes her way to him as she sees her mother with her hands on his shoulders with both of them now looking at her with smiles on their faces. The man places his hand on her mother's hand signaling her to stop massaging and to take a step back as he quickly sits upright as Zaunya approaches. Zaunya pours the man a cup of tea as his eyes never leave her face. She quickly goes to turn away without looking at him before hearing his deep, intimidating voice for the first time. "Thank you sweetheart." He says with a big smile on his face making her jump slightly. She turns back around to face him, forcing direct eye contact for the first time as she smiles and nods before quickly turning and walking away. She collects the tray and heads for the door; As it slides open and she steps through, she instinctually feels him still staring at her which compells her to turn around and check. She sees him a final time staring right at her with his hands folded. She stares back fearful as the door slides closed forceably breaking their eye contact with each other. Ending the recollection.

Zaunya drops the lit cigarette into the puddle, distorting her reflection. She hears the sound of the door slide open off in the distance causing her to glance up. She looks over to see Brian walk out, quickly looking around the street for her in the oppositie direction. He finally looks over in her direction and sees her before B Lining it toward her. She calls out to him.

"Hey, good… You're ok.." She says letting out a sigh of relief. Brian doesn't respond as he continues walking at her with vigor and anger. Recognizing this, she shifts her tone.

'What..?' She asks confused as Brian gets closer, not responding or altering his speed.

'WHAT?!' She asks again in a raised tone now frustrated, lowering her eyebrows and raising her arms confused.

Brian shoves her toward the fence. The force of the push surprises her and sends her falling back onto it causing the chainlink to clank loud and echo down a nearby alley. He puts both of his hands on her shoulders pushing her up and pinning her against the fence.

"Four days!? Four fuckin' days i spill blood for you and you bring me to a FUCKIN RIPPER?!!" Brian looks her deep in her eyes "WHAT THE FFFUCK!!?"

Zaunya struggles to release his grip to no avail. She yells back through her teeth. "You wouldn't stay awake! You were dying!"

Brian quickly lets her go and turns around walking away running his fingers through his hair with his mouth wide open and his eyes closed tight.

Was I supposed to just.. let you bleed out!? There was NOWHERE ELSE TO GO!! Zaunya yells cracking her voice watching Brian pace back and forth.

What does she want. Who the hell was that? He says trying to calm himself glancing over at the door to the building and the surrounding street, recognizing its unmarked and next to impossible to identify.

Look.. that doesn't matter right now alright? Because this? THIS is time sensitive. She says holding up the black and gold access card they retrieved from 6th street. "Your place is gone.. You're going to need this to start over."

Brian puts his hands on his face and raises his eyebrows in disbelief at her audacity. He looks back at her with his raised eyebrows and points directly at her face. "You.. You and i.. are gonna have words." He says as he walks past her toward the street. Zaunya unable to find the right words quickly follows behind him.

5 thoughts on “Cyberpunk 2077 | Free Your Anxiety | Synthwave Music”

@NightCityGirls

June 12, 2024 at 10:51 am

Hey everyone! Who here has been missing our girl Judy?
@VRGalaxy_762

June 12, 2024 at 4:09 pm

Lovely Judy! Thanks Choomba! Just made my day! ^.^
@MarinRain5419

June 12, 2024 at 5:43 pm

Thank you for the energetic music.😎
@BornBrothers

June 12, 2024 at 6:19 pm

✨We've made it to chapter 20!✨ Thank you all for your continued support. Always nice to see Judy on the channel. Thinkin' about her a lot these days while going through my current playthrough of the game. Take care everybody

+/ Night City Stories +/ Chapter 20 – Eye On The Prize

Zaunya waiting outside the entrance of the ripper's is seen leaned up against a chainlink fence. Her black leather facemask can be seen hanging out of her front pocket as she posts one of her long legs up against the fence for stability. The lack of ambient street and advertising lights has her nearly shrouded in darkness as stray sirens and carhorns can be heard far off into the distance. She takes long, calm drags of her smoke as she stares deeply into a small puddle beneath her feet, recalling a memory:

Young Zaunya, now about 16 is seen frantically organizing an opulent tea set. She places the various cups and silverware onto a gold tray. Engraved at the base of the tray reads 'PETROCHEM' glaring up at her. Her hands are shaking as she nervously lifts the tray and makes her way down a long hallway in the corporate mega-structure. She makes her way past various corpos going about their business hearing stray shouting matches, whispered conversations and office equipment being used. Janitors on their hands and knees cleaning up alcohol spills and party trash, vacuming open offices and scrubbing desks. She arrives outside of a board meeting room and is just tall enough to peek in through a small window on top of the door. She sees various suits sat at a huge table deep into a meeting. Her green eyes catch a man sitting at the head of the table with his elbows on the table and his hands folded resting on his forehead looking down. Its clear hes either irate or uninterested in whats going on. She then glaces behind him to see her mother, standing behind the man seated massaging his shoulders.

Zaunya enters the room abruptly, bumping into the door awkwardly with the tray causing a clanking noise that startles everyone inside, throwing off the flow of the conversation and causing everyone inside to glance over at her including her mother. The executive being massaged is the last person to look up at her. He glances over at her with a half surprised expression. The conversation continues on normally as everyone re-focuses and Zaunya begins quietly serving tea. She silently offers each member of the table a cup of tea to which some accept and some deny. As she slowly makes her way around the big table she glances over at her mother giving the man at the head of the table a massage before her attention is immediately turned to the man himself staring directly at her. It startles Zaunya as she glances at him realizing just how hard hes staring at her as she attempts to stay focused on her task. After serving each one she would glance over to still see him staring right at her. It was almost as if time had slowed and everything happening around them was inaudible as her senses heightened and her heart rate increased. She finally makes her way to him as she sees her mother with her hands on his shoulders with both of them now looking at her with smiles on their faces. The man places his hand on her mother's hand signaling her to stop massaging and to take a step back as he quickly sits upright as Zaunya approaches. Zaunya pours the man a cup of tea as his eyes never leave her face. She quickly goes to turn away without looking at him before hearing his deep, intimidating voice for the first time. "Thank you sweetheart." He says with a big smile on his face making her jump slightly. She turns back around to face him, forcing direct eye contact for the first time as she smiles and nods before quickly turning and walking away. She collects the tray and heads for the door; As it slides open and she steps through, she instinctually feels him still staring at her which compells her to turn around and check. She sees him a final time staring right at her with his hands folded. She stares back fearful as the door slides closed forceably breaking their eye contact with each other. Ending the recollection.

Zaunya drops the lit cigarette into the puddle, distorting her reflection. She hears the sound of the door slide open off in the distance causing her to glance up. She looks over to see Brian walk out, quickly looking around the street for her in the oppositie direction. He finally looks over in her direction and sees her before B Lining it toward her. She calls out to him.

"Hey, good… You're ok.." She says letting out a sigh of relief. Brian doesn't respond as he continues walking at her with vigor and anger. Recognizing this, she shifts her tone.

'What..?' She asks confused as Brian gets closer, not responding or altering his speed.

'WHAT?!' She asks again in a raised tone now frustrated, lowering her eyebrows and raising her arms confused.

Brian shoves her toward the fence. The force of the push surprises her and sends her falling back onto it causing the chainlink to clank loud and echo down a nearby alley. He puts both of his hands on her shoulders pushing her up and pinning her against the fence.

"Four days!? Four fuckin' days i spill blood for you and you bring me to a FUCKIN RIPPER?!!" Brian looks her deep in her eyes "WHAT THE FFFUCK!!?"

Zaunya struggles to release his grip to no avail. She yells back through her teeth. "You wouldn't stay awake! You were dying!"

Brian quickly lets her go and turns around walking away running his fingers through his hair with his mouth wide open and his eyes closed tight.

Was I supposed to just.. let you bleed out!? There was NOWHERE ELSE TO GO!! Zaunya yells cracking her voice watching Brian pace back and forth.

What does she want. Who the hell was that? He says trying to calm himself glancing over at the door to the building and the surrounding street, recognizing its unmarked and next to impossible to identify.

Look.. that doesn't matter right now alright? Because this? THIS is time sensitive. She says holding up the black and gold access card they retrieved from 6th street. "Your place is gone.. You're going to need this to start over."

Brian puts his hands on his face and raises his eyebrows in disbelief at her audacity. He looks back at her with his raised eyebrows and points directly at her face. "You.. You and i.. are gonna have words." He says as he walks past her toward the street. Zaunya unable to find the right words quickly follows behind him.
@Darkwave102

June 13, 2024 at 4:29 am

I like the visual style of Cyberpunk 2077 and your music is also very good

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