Cyberpunk 2077 | Panam in Night City | Synthwave Music

I see these corpos are tryna hold you back like they do me from time to time. No bother. We're still here. Good to be back.

+/ Night City Stories +/ Chapter 52 – City of Gang

The Ex-Tyger raises his iron up and presses it to Brian's forehead causing Brian to look up at him. He then catches a glimpse of a crow calmy flying across the sky which grabs his attention..silencing the moment for himself. Zaunya being pinned down by her head resists while screaming at the top of her lungs with her eyes wide open. Suddenly, an explosion causes a bright white flash of light to blind everyone. The impact sends Brian to the floor with his hands still tied behind him. He looks up to see the Claw quickly turn around and take a gunshot to the gut. As he falls to his knees, hes shot again in the shoulder dropping him to his back. As Brian's vision fades in an out, he sees a new group of unidentified street mercs flood the area dropping the various remaining animals with ruthless efficiency. The leader of this new group slowly approaches Brian and Zaunya with his revolver drawn and passively pointing it at them. He nods to his crew to take them as their both yanked up onto their feet still in a daze. Brian catches a glimpse of Audrey's unconscious body being carried away before a bag is placed over his head.

The bright Neon lights of Night City off in the distance assist in shrouding Pacifica in darkness. The lack of light gives the district an aura of the dead… A place that was once home to the heart of Ambition in Night City, casted into the shadows of the forgotten left to rot. We focus in on the Hotel Pistis Sophia. Stagnant puddles of chemical infused rainwater, and scattered trash litter the area alongside flaming trashcans and burning vehicles. Foot traffic is sparse with the few loitering around being nothing more than a few homeless natives and the occasional supron passing by. The air was still on this Night..carrying a tense energy wafting throughout the palm trees and ocean waves.

The feint sounds of torture and interrogation are heard as we make our way slowly down a dark hallway. Rooms cascaded outward to the left and right. Some with the walls completely blown out allowing you to see the remnants of several decades of stories. Dried blood smeared on the walls, discarded old tech and cyberware lay littered about alongside various rusted chains and restraints. The dragging of a prisoner is heard as his boots streak-drag down the hallway being carried by 2 mercs. The prisoner being escorted glances to his right through his bloody, barely conscious vision to see Brian tied to a metal chair by his wrists and ankles. The two of them exchange a look with each other before the prisoner passes by the doorway.

Brian checks his restraints with a light yank on them causing the heavy metal to clank. Iron tight. He looks around the dark, litter infested Pistis Sophia hotel room, nothing but several destroyed pieces of grime covered furniture. He hears the commotion of various people being talked, tended to and beaten through the walls. He closes his eyes in attempt to drown out the chaos. He hears both Marilyn and Zaunya's voices echo in his head one after the other: Marilyn's playful giggle is quickly followed up by the sound of Zaunya's voice as the ladies’ voices alternate back and forth in his mind:

"…I almost feel like the more you learn about me, the less i realize i know about you-"

"This City… it calls to me…I feel it at the core of my being…"

"You wanna talk about trust..? I don't even know who the fuck you are."

"All those empty headed, street tough gonks out there stand up straight and answer to Brian… I get Varga."

"Who are you now Brian." He hears Rick's deep, rough voice from back at the 6th street compound. Causing him to open his eyes. He then hears the heavy tapping of boots making their way down the hallway towards his room. Brian instinctually takes a deep breath and prepares for the worst. The merc that initially shot Audrey's Tyger Claw contact enters the room. The merc had a large frame and dressed like a traditional Night City street solo. Brian's instinctual thought reaction is that he looks a bit like his late choom and best friend Graves. This catches him off guard briefly as the merc approaches him and promptly unlocks his wrist and leg restraints.. This gives Brian pause. The merc speaks for the first time with a deep monotone while posting up in a corner of the room with his arms crossed.

"Pardon the precaution. Some of my boys saw the work you and your girl did out there. Real fuckin' blood bath… on the beach of all places. They felt the need to be better safe than sorry." The merc says

"But not you huh." Brian quickly responds.

The merc recognizes the sentiment behind the statement and gives Brian a tired grin and chuckle.. confident in his own ability.

"We got no reason to go at each other choom."

"Well, i'll tell you one thing… if you or your crew did anything to those women you brought me here with.. then we've got nothin' to talk about."

"They're as fine as you are… For now."

"Yeah, and why is that exactly..? Could've flatlined us right there n' left us in the sand."

"Cuz first off all, generally, that's not how we roll. And second of all, i couldn't give two shits about you or your women. We got what we came for."

"Then why am i here."

"How bout you start by tellin' me what you were doin' out there tonight..? What kinda biz could you have with a piece of shit like Saichen."

"I should be asking you the same question. Ya'll saving my life n all."

"If you wanna consider your life 'saved' I suggest you start talkin' rather than askin." The merc says sternly.

"We had a quick trade with em. Kiroshi Oracles."

"Heh. Those were yours huh. Explains the amount of eddies we found on em. Who put you up to the gig?"

"Who?"

"Fixer. Who hired you."

"Santa Claus… I'm not a merc choom."

"Not a merc..? Shit; Playin' a dangerous game in these circles then. Got a habit of steppin' on toes? Or maybe you just don't value your life much. Shit'll catch up with you eventually-"

"This interview done or are you lookin' to play some fuckin' pea knuckle too? Think i left the oven on."

"Don't bullshit me. Do you or either of your girls know anything about a convoy drop or any of that piece of shit Saichen's dealings in DogTown."

"DogTown? Night City's sewer deposit? Thought there was nothin' but scop and vagrants bein' flushed into that shithole-."

The merc steps to and punches Brian in the face hard as a loud thud echoes in the room. It staggers him only slightly causing blood to run out of his mouth… He feels little to no pain at all from the blow. Brian looks up at the Merc unfazed with a more serious demeanor. Being free of his chains he resists the opportunity to make a move and instead shows expert level restraint and stays focused. Not knowing their current whereabouts, the number of hostiles, or most importantly, where Audrey and Zaunya are.

"Just an honest deal.. quick trade. Where is our shit by the way."

The merc pauses and ignores the question. "Cmon, lets go." He says gesturing toward the door. The pair begin to make their way down the hallway. Brian sees various unknowns doing various things. He sees a man soundly asleep in a cot, he sees a woman mopping up blood in an empty room, all the while keeping his eye out for the ladies, any weapons, and how many bodies he can spot..how many potentially hostile and not hostile. The merc leading him stops abruptly. "Shit. Hang on a sec." He says as he promptly turns back and re-enters the room he had Brian in.

In the brief moment alone, Brian glances into the open room next door and sees the man who was being dragged past him earlier. After hearing the voice of the merc escorting Brian, it causes him to glance up and see Brian stood in the doorway who was already looking at him. It gives Brian a good look at the man. He was fairly tall, had a slender, lean frame with short white hair and a heavy widow's peak. He was badly beaten, covered in blood and resting in his restraints completely defeated. Based on his state Brian could tell he had been there for quite some time. He wore his dejected and drained demeanor on himself like a tattered blanket. The hopeless and lifeless gaze in his eyes seemed to pierce directly through Brian who stood there looking at him. Brian naturally shifts his weight while standing there and accidently steps on a thick piece of broken glass, causing him and the tied up prisoner to both glance down at it at the same time. "Cmon, lets go." The merc says returning to Brian causing Brian to keep his foot firmly planted on the glass, covering it up as he waits for the merc to pass by him. As the merc steps past him, Brian shoves the glass with his foot toward the prisoner without looking and continuing down the hallway. The prisoner watches the thick, sharp chunk of glass slide across the floor towards him…causing it to hit the metal leg of his chair with a light 'tink'. Cutting to black.

2 thoughts on “Cyberpunk 2077 | Panam in Night City | Synthwave Music”

@NightCityGirls

September 16, 2024 at 4:45 pm

Hey, my Choom! second time trying to post this video for you because those damn Corpos keep trying to stop us!
@Syberware

September 16, 2024 at 4:52 pm

I see these corpos are tryna hold you back like they do me from time to time. No bother. We're still here. Good to be back.

+/ Night City Stories +/ Chapter 52 – City of Gang

The Ex-Tyger raises his iron up and presses it to Brian's forehead causing Brian to look up at him. He then catches a glimpse of a crow calmy flying across the sky which grabs his attention..silencing the moment for himself. Zaunya being pinned down by her head resists while screaming at the top of her lungs with her eyes wide open. Suddenly, an explosion causes a bright white flash of light to blind everyone. The impact sends Brian to the floor with his hands still tied behind him. He looks up to see the Claw quickly turn around and take a gunshot to the gut. As he falls to his knees, hes shot again in the shoulder dropping him to his back. As Brian's vision fades in an out, he sees a new group of unidentified street mercs flood the area dropping the various remaining animals with ruthless efficiency. The leader of this new group slowly approaches Brian and Zaunya with his revolver drawn and passively pointing it at them. He nods to his crew to take them as their both yanked up onto their feet still in a daze. Brian catches a glimpse of Audrey's unconscious body being carried away before a bag is placed over his head.

The bright Neon lights of Night City off in the distance assist in shrouding Pacifica in darkness. The lack of light gives the district an aura of the dead… A place that was once home to the heart of Ambition in Night City, casted into the shadows of the forgotten left to rot. We focus in on the Hotel Pistis Sophia. Stagnant puddles of chemical infused rainwater, and scattered trash litter the area alongside flaming trashcans and burning vehicles. Foot traffic is sparse with the few loitering around being nothing more than a few homeless natives and the occasional supron passing by. The air was still on this Night..carrying a tense energy wafting throughout the palm trees and ocean waves.

The feint sounds of torture and interrogation are heard as we make our way slowly down a dark hallway. Rooms cascaded outward to the left and right. Some with the walls completely blown out allowing you to see the remnants of several decades of stories. Dried blood smeared on the walls, discarded old tech and cyberware lay littered about alongside various rusted chains and restraints. The dragging of a prisoner is heard as his boots streak-drag down the hallway being carried by 2 mercs. The prisoner being escorted glances to his right through his bloody, barely conscious vision to see Brian tied to a metal chair by his wrists and ankles. The two of them exchange a look with each other before the prisoner passes by the doorway.

Brian checks his restraints with a light yank on them causing the heavy metal to clank. Iron tight. He looks around the dark, litter infested Pistis Sophia hotel room, nothing but several destroyed pieces of grime covered furniture. He hears the commotion of various people being talked, tended to and beaten through the walls. He closes his eyes in attempt to drown out the chaos. He hears both Marilyn and Zaunya's voices echo in his head one after the other: Marilyn's playful giggle is quickly followed up by the sound of Zaunya's voice as the ladies’ voices alternate back and forth in his mind:

"…I almost feel like the more you learn about me, the less i realize i know about you-"

"This City… it calls to me…I feel it at the core of my being…"

"You wanna talk about trust..? I don't even know who the fuck you are."

"All those empty headed, street tough gonks out there stand up straight and answer to Brian… I get Varga."

"Who are you now Brian." He hears Rick's deep, rough voice from back at the 6th street compound. Causing him to open his eyes. He then hears the heavy tapping of boots making their way down the hallway towards his room. Brian instinctually takes a deep breath and prepares for the worst. The merc that initially shot Audrey's Tyger Claw contact enters the room. The merc had a large frame and dressed like a traditional Night City street solo. Brian's instinctual thought reaction is that he looks a bit like his late choom and best friend Graves. This catches him off guard briefly as the merc approaches him and promptly unlocks his wrist and leg restraints.. This gives Brian pause. The merc speaks for the first time with a deep monotone while posting up in a corner of the room with his arms crossed.

"Pardon the precaution. Some of my boys saw the work you and your girl did out there. Real fuckin' blood bath… on the beach of all places. They felt the need to be better safe than sorry." The merc says

"But not you huh." Brian quickly responds.

The merc recognizes the sentiment behind the statement and gives Brian a tired grin and chuckle.. confident in his own ability.

"We got no reason to go at each other choom."

"Well, i'll tell you one thing… if you or your crew did anything to those women you brought me here with.. then we've got nothin' to talk about."

"They're as fine as you are… For now."

"Yeah, and why is that exactly..? Could've flatlined us right there n' left us in the sand."

"Cuz first off all, generally, that's not how we roll. And second of all, i couldn't give two shits about you or your women. We got what we came for."

"Then why am i here."

"How bout you start by tellin' me what you were doin' out there tonight..? What kinda biz could you have with a piece of shit like Saichen."

"I should be asking you the same question. Ya'll saving my life n all."

"If you wanna consider your life 'saved' I suggest you start talkin' rather than askin." The merc says sternly.

"We had a quick trade with em. Kiroshi Oracles."

"Heh. Those were yours huh. Explains the amount of eddies we found on em. Who put you up to the gig?"

"Who?"

"Fixer. Who hired you."

"Santa Claus… I'm not a merc choom."

"Not a merc..? Shit; Playin' a dangerous game in these circles then. Got a habit of steppin' on toes? Or maybe you just don't value your life much. Shit'll catch up with you eventually-"

"This interview done or are you lookin' to play some fuckin' pea knuckle too? Think i left the oven on."

"Don't bullshit me. Do you or either of your girls know anything about a convoy drop or any of that piece of shit Saichen's dealings in DogTown."

"DogTown? Night City's sewer deposit? Thought there was nothin' but scop and vagrants bein' flushed into that shithole-."

The merc steps to and punches Brian in the face hard as a loud thud echoes in the room. It staggers him only slightly causing blood to run out of his mouth… He feels little to no pain at all from the blow. Brian looks up at the Merc unfazed with a more serious demeanor. Being free of his chains he resists the opportunity to make a move and instead shows expert level restraint and stays focused. Not knowing their current whereabouts, the number of hostiles, or most importantly, where Audrey and Zaunya are.

"Just an honest deal.. quick trade. Where is our shit by the way."

The merc pauses and ignores the question. "Cmon, lets go." He says gesturing toward the door. The pair begin to make their way down the hallway. Brian sees various unknowns doing various things. He sees a man soundly asleep in a cot, he sees a woman mopping up blood in an empty room, all the while keeping his eye out for the ladies, any weapons, and how many bodies he can spot..how many potentially hostile and not hostile. The merc leading him stops abruptly. "Shit. Hang on a sec." He says as he promptly turns back and re-enters the room he had Brian in.

In the brief moment alone, Brian glances into the open room next door and sees the man who was being dragged past him earlier. After hearing the voice of the merc escorting Brian, it causes him to glance up and see Brian stood in the doorway who was already looking at him. It gives Brian a good look at the man. He was fairly tall, had a slender, lean frame with short white hair and a heavy widow's peak. He was badly beaten, covered in blood and resting in his restraints completely defeated. Based on his state Brian could tell he had been there for quite some time. He wore his dejected and drained demeanor on himself like a tattered blanket. The hopeless and lifeless gaze in his eyes seemed to pierce directly through Brian who stood there looking at him. Brian naturally shifts his weight while standing there and accidently steps on a thick piece of broken glass, causing him and the tied up prisoner to both glance down at it at the same time. "Cmon, lets go." The merc says returning to Brian causing Brian to keep his foot firmly planted on the glass, covering it up as he waits for the merc to pass by him. As the merc steps past him, Brian shoves the glass with his foot toward the prisoner without looking and continuing down the hallway. The prisoner watches the thick, sharp chunk of glass slide across the floor towards him…causing it to hit the metal leg of his chair with a light 'tink'. Cutting to black.

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