Cyberpunk 2077 | The Moxes | Synthwave Music

'Don't Fuck With The Moxes.' At times, this is the last thing some gonks ever hear.. You'd best take the time to learn why choom.

+/ Night City Stories +/ Chapter 17 – Not Part of The Plan

+/ PAST +/

Marilyn and Caine are next seen quietly entering the nearby apartment complex with a series of storage garages attached to it. She closes the door behind them as they make their way past the staircase leading up to the rest of the apartments; remaining on the first floor. They enter the first floor apartment, connected to one of the storage garages. "I just finally got the place cleaned up the other day" Caine says proudly walking in. Marilyn closing the door turns around to see a surprisingly organized apartment. Even though recently cleaned, the amount of used and new tech alongside various legacy tech and cyberware littered about has already begun to gather a bit of clutter. Various Maelstrom logos have been spray painted about the place alongside tagged quotes and sayings. Oil stains various pieces of equipment as well as the furniture.

"Wow, Lot of chrome n' iron in here." She says looking at the spread of it in the living room. Caine looks back at her with a big smile on his face before reaching into his pocket and pulling out an access card. "You have no idea how much work went into me havin' these keys." He giggles.

"This scop ain't nothin' doll. Check this out" Caine walks over to the door connecting to the garage using the access card to open it as Marilyn follows him in. She gasps and jumps slightly at the sight of a stockpile of cyberware that overwhelms her. Cytech, Zetatech, Dynalar, Militech you name it. Branded crates and boxes filled to the brim with various chrome. Some of it organized by size, type and quality while most of it just layed piled together. Some was in high quality biometric security containers while others sat in stray trashbags. Shelves filled with various netrunner gear and accessories, Cybernetic limbs of various sizes and quality hung from the cieling.. gorilla arms, mantis blades, P.L.S systems, Titanium fragments.. most of it shined in the dim garage light.. an organized yet unorganized cache.

"Oh my god-" Marilyn says under her breath in a whispered tone with her eyes and mouth wide open as she puts one hand on her chest and another over her mouth with an astonished yet intimidated expression on her face.

"I know right?" Caine says in a seductive tone continuing to smile from ear to ear. "We moved everything over here and put a jammer up a while back after it started to get.. well.. serious in here; Can't ever be too careful." Caine pauses briefly before continuing..rattling off a bunch of chrome they have stocked. "Kiroshi's latest models over there..top of the line, preem, fresh off the belt, Microrotors, Adrenaline Converters, Sandys, Kerenzikovs, you name it! Shit, even got some Cellular adapters lyin' around back there somewhere. Tetratronic, Dyna, BioTech" He takes a deep breath then pauses. "Ain't it just.. gorgeous?" He asks looking back at her before briefly pausing again. "Nowhere near as gorgeous as you though." He says turning back around and slowly walking towards her. Marilyn looks at him deep in the face while grinning and backing up back into the apartment slowly removing her black fur coat in front of him revealing her short, tight neon red dress. She pulls the wreath out along with the BD and holds it out between the two of them. Caine grabs both of them and casually tosses them to the side onto the couch. Marilyn's facial expression abruptly changes from seductive to startled and serious. The tone and energy in the room instantaneously intensifies.

"What are you doing..?" She asks in a serious tone as he steps closer to her.

"Eh, we'll scroll later.. I want the real thing" He says as he looks her up and down reaching out and grabbing her by the small of her back trying to pull her in.

Marilyn instinctually puts her arms out in front of her to stop him.. trying to create seperation while giggling nervously. "Wait.. – stop cmon.." She says, struggling to push him off as his grip on her tightens. "STOP!" She yells in a panic cracking her voice and using all of her stregnth to try and shove him away barely staggering him back. He cocks back and slaps her with full force making her shriek, sending her hard to the floor of the apartment. She tries to get up but is stopped by one of his spiked boots which he uses the bottom of to kick her back down flat onto her back on the floor. Caine gets on top of her as she reaches up and punches him in the face square in the chrome hurting her hand. She swings again with her hand open due to the pain attempting to slap him. Caine stops her by grabbing both of her flailing wrists and pinning them to the floor.

"NO!" She screams in a frantic panic through her teeth kicking and flailing around vigorously doing everything she can to get him off. "BRIAN!" She instinctually yells out in a scared tone desperately to herself, continuing to scream. "NOO!!!"

"Stop- FIGHTING!" He says through his teeth struggling to fully hold her down "Just let this happen." He says in a forceful, arroused tone.

Marilyn continues to franticly scream and resist. Caine raises his fist and punches her hard in the face once quieting her.. then a second time even harder dazing and knocking her nearly unconcious. He lets go of her other wrist while still sitting mounted on top of her watching her completely stunned. He effortlessly rips open her dress exposing her chest, continuing to rip down toward her stomach. Marilyn still barely concious doesn't move as Caine runs his long tongue along the side of her face first, then her neck down to her chest. As she begins to regain her senses she shrieks and twitches while crying subdued.

Caine overwhelmed with pleasure insntinctually whispers: "Delicious ganic… you're mine." He reaches over onto the nearby coffee table and grabs a syringe. He squirts a small amount of fluid out of the syringe, checking the level. While doing this, Marilyn reaches over to her right and grabs an old spiked shock baton layed on the apartment floor and shoves it through Caine's neck. The force of the impact causes her hand to slide up the handle turning it on.. sending a surge of electricity through Caine's body causing his entire body to twitch and vibrate.. The electrical surge blasts Marilyns hand away and off of the handle. Caine lets out a roar of pain that wildly changes in pitch and tone multiple times as the electrical surge fries his vocal cords and throat sending him to the ground falling off of Marilyn. Without thinking, she quickly gets on top of him and grabs the spiked baton again, shocking herself and yanking it out of his neck before slamming it back in. Her hair wildly flails around along with her ripped dress as she continues to stab Caine over and over with gradually increasing force. As the stabs switch from neck to face, she breaths deep inbetween her grunts and screams through her teeth. The true feral nature of her being is brought out as she continues slamming the baton into his face and neck covering herself in yellow synth blood now squirting and spraying out with each strike. Caine now lays there lifeless… as she continues to cave his face in, her grunts and screams build up louder and louder. The sound of the front door of the apartment being blasted and ripped open doesn't stop her at all. She is quickly snatched from behind by her shoulders sending her falling backwards and the baton flying across the room.

"Mare!-"

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF MEEE!!! NOOO!!!" She screams flailing and struggling to resist.

"Its me! stop! Mare! stop!" Brian struggles to say while wrapping his arms around her and falling back onto the apartment floor. He grabs her by the face forcing her to look at him as she aggressively clutches onto his forearms. "Hey!! hey.. Its me. Its just me." He says softly trying to calm her down as he looks at her bruised, cut face covered in both synth blood and her own. Marilyn realizing its him completely breaks down… screaming and cracking her voice as he pulls her face into his chest. He wraps his arms around her tight as she lets out a blood curdling scream… hitting him with her fist while crying before convulsing uncontrollably.

Graves and their side choom storm into the apartment shortly after with their rifles drawn. "CHECK THE BACK! GO!" Graves yells to him while clearing the rest of the apartment. He moves over toward Brian and Marilyn sat on the floor. "Marilyn.." Graves says in a somber tone before looking at what transpired around her in shock.. Seeing the syringe, the gored Maelstromer and all the random tech lying around. Before he's able to say anything else their side choom yells out to him. "Yo! Graves!" Graves looks over and sees the blue door leading to the garage open and quickly walks over with his gun raised. Graves lowers his gun, placing it onto the ground and putting his hands on his head. "Holy shit…" He says in a whispered tone to himself with his eyes wide open at the site of the cyberware cache. "HOLY SHIIIIT!!!!" The side choom yells before being quickly grabbed and shushed by graves. "SHhhh!! SHUT UP! GO BRING THE WHEELS AROUND, SCOUT THE BLOCK! MOVE SLOW!" He says before yanking the man back toward the entrance of the apartment. Graves quickly moves back to Brian. "B…. B you gotta see thi-" Graves says in a lowered tone reaching for Brian's shoulder. Brian quickly slaps Graves' arm away without looking before clutching onto Marilyn tightly again as she continues to shake and cry into his chest. Graves grabs his rifle and leaves out the front of the apartment to secure the street and the Butte pulling in..leaving the pair locked tightly in each other's arms alongside a decapitated Maelstromer. The stray white noise in the streets of Night City take over… leaving you unable to hear her screams.

6 thoughts on “Cyberpunk 2077 | The Moxes | Synthwave Music”

@NightCityGirls

June 5, 2024 at 6:35 am

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@regarolt1691

June 5, 2024 at 3:43 pm

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@regarolt1691

June 5, 2024 at 3:44 pm

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@RED_Theory038

June 5, 2024 at 3:52 pm

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@ironjohn

June 5, 2024 at 4:32 pm

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@BornBrothers

June 5, 2024 at 6:26 pm

'Don't Fuck With The Moxes.' At times, this is the last thing some gonks ever hear.. You'd best take the time to learn why choom.

+/ Night City Stories +/ Chapter 17 – Not Part of The Plan

+/ PAST +/

Marilyn and Caine are next seen quietly entering the nearby apartment complex with a series of storage garages attached to it. She closes the door behind them as they make their way past the staircase leading up to the rest of the apartments; remaining on the first floor. They enter the first floor apartment, connected to one of the storage garages. "I just finally got the place cleaned up the other day" Caine says proudly walking in. Marilyn closing the door turns around to see a surprisingly organized apartment. Even though recently cleaned, the amount of used and new tech alongside various legacy tech and cyberware littered about has already begun to gather a bit of clutter. Various Maelstrom logos have been spray painted about the place alongside tagged quotes and sayings. Oil stains various pieces of equipment as well as the furniture.

"Wow, Lot of chrome n' iron in here." She says looking at the spread of it in the living room. Caine looks back at her with a big smile on his face before reaching into his pocket and pulling out an access card. "You have no idea how much work went into me havin' these keys." He giggles.

"This scop ain't nothin' doll. Check this out" Caine walks over to the door connecting to the garage using the access card to open it as Marilyn follows him in. She gasps and jumps slightly at the sight of a stockpile of cyberware that overwhelms her. Cytech, Zetatech, Dynalar, Militech you name it. Branded crates and boxes filled to the brim with various chrome. Some of it organized by size, type and quality while most of it just layed piled together. Some was in high quality biometric security containers while others sat in stray trashbags. Shelves filled with various netrunner gear and accessories, Cybernetic limbs of various sizes and quality hung from the cieling.. gorilla arms, mantis blades, P.L.S systems, Titanium fragments.. most of it shined in the dim garage light.. an organized yet unorganized cache.

"Oh my god-" Marilyn says under her breath in a whispered tone with her eyes and mouth wide open as she puts one hand on her chest and another over her mouth with an astonished yet intimidated expression on her face.

"I know right?" Caine says in a seductive tone continuing to smile from ear to ear. "We moved everything over here and put a jammer up a while back after it started to get.. well.. serious in here; Can't ever be too careful." Caine pauses briefly before continuing..rattling off a bunch of chrome they have stocked. "Kiroshi's latest models over there..top of the line, preem, fresh off the belt, Microrotors, Adrenaline Converters, Sandys, Kerenzikovs, you name it! Shit, even got some Cellular adapters lyin' around back there somewhere. Tetratronic, Dyna, BioTech" He takes a deep breath then pauses. "Ain't it just.. gorgeous?" He asks looking back at her before briefly pausing again. "Nowhere near as gorgeous as you though." He says turning back around and slowly walking towards her. Marilyn looks at him deep in the face while grinning and backing up back into the apartment slowly removing her black fur coat in front of him revealing her short, tight neon red dress. She pulls the wreath out along with the BD and holds it out between the two of them. Caine grabs both of them and casually tosses them to the side onto the couch. Marilyn's facial expression abruptly changes from seductive to startled and serious. The tone and energy in the room instantaneously intensifies.

"What are you doing..?" She asks in a serious tone as he steps closer to her.

"Eh, we'll scroll later.. I want the real thing" He says as he looks her up and down reaching out and grabbing her by the small of her back trying to pull her in.

Marilyn instinctually puts her arms out in front of her to stop him.. trying to create seperation while giggling nervously. "Wait.. – stop cmon.." She says, struggling to push him off as his grip on her tightens. "STOP!" She yells in a panic cracking her voice and using all of her stregnth to try and shove him away barely staggering him back. He cocks back and slaps her with full force making her shriek, sending her hard to the floor of the apartment. She tries to get up but is stopped by one of his spiked boots which he uses the bottom of to kick her back down flat onto her back on the floor. Caine gets on top of her as she reaches up and punches him in the face square in the chrome hurting her hand. She swings again with her hand open due to the pain attempting to slap him. Caine stops her by grabbing both of her flailing wrists and pinning them to the floor.

"NO!" She screams in a frantic panic through her teeth kicking and flailing around vigorously doing everything she can to get him off. "BRIAN!" She instinctually yells out in a scared tone desperately to herself, continuing to scream. "NOO!!!"

"Stop- FIGHTING!" He says through his teeth struggling to fully hold her down "Just let this happen." He says in a forceful, arroused tone.

Marilyn continues to franticly scream and resist. Caine raises his fist and punches her hard in the face once quieting her.. then a second time even harder dazing and knocking her nearly unconcious. He lets go of her other wrist while still sitting mounted on top of her watching her completely stunned. He effortlessly rips open her dress exposing her chest, continuing to rip down toward her stomach. Marilyn still barely concious doesn't move as Caine runs his long tongue along the side of her face first, then her neck down to her chest. As she begins to regain her senses she shrieks and twitches while crying subdued.

Caine overwhelmed with pleasure insntinctually whispers: "Delicious ganic… you're mine." He reaches over onto the nearby coffee table and grabs a syringe. He squirts a small amount of fluid out of the syringe, checking the level. While doing this, Marilyn reaches over to her right and grabs an old spiked shock baton layed on the apartment floor and shoves it through Caine's neck. The force of the impact causes her hand to slide up the handle turning it on.. sending a surge of electricity through Caine's body causing his entire body to twitch and vibrate.. The electrical surge blasts Marilyns hand away and off of the handle. Caine lets out a roar of pain that wildly changes in pitch and tone multiple times as the electrical surge fries his vocal cords and throat sending him to the ground falling off of Marilyn. Without thinking, she quickly gets on top of him and grabs the spiked baton again, shocking herself and yanking it out of his neck before slamming it back in. Her hair wildly flails around along with her ripped dress as she continues to stab Caine over and over with gradually increasing force. As the stabs switch from neck to face, she breaths deep inbetween her grunts and screams through her teeth. The true feral nature of her being is brought out as she continues slamming the baton into his face and neck covering herself in yellow synth blood now squirting and spraying out with each strike. Caine now lays there lifeless… as she continues to cave his face in, her grunts and screams build up louder and louder. The sound of the front door of the apartment being blasted and ripped open doesn't stop her at all. She is quickly snatched from behind by her shoulders sending her falling backwards and the baton flying across the room.

"Mare!-"

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF MEEE!!! NOOO!!!" She screams flailing and struggling to resist.

"Its me! stop! Mare! stop!" Brian struggles to say while wrapping his arms around her and falling back onto the apartment floor. He grabs her by the face forcing her to look at him as she aggressively clutches onto his forearms. "Hey!! hey.. Its me. Its just me." He says softly trying to calm her down as he looks at her bruised, cut face covered in both synth blood and her own. Marilyn realizing its him completely breaks down… screaming and cracking her voice as he pulls her face into his chest. He wraps his arms around her tight as she lets out a blood curdling scream… hitting him with her fist while crying before convulsing uncontrollably.

Graves and their side choom storm into the apartment shortly after with their rifles drawn. "CHECK THE BACK! GO!" Graves yells to him while clearing the rest of the apartment. He moves over toward Brian and Marilyn sat on the floor. "Marilyn.." Graves says in a somber tone before looking at what transpired around her in shock.. Seeing the syringe, the gored Maelstromer and all the random tech lying around. Before he's able to say anything else their side choom yells out to him. "Yo! Graves!" Graves looks over and sees the blue door leading to the garage open and quickly walks over with his gun raised. Graves lowers his gun, placing it onto the ground and putting his hands on his head. "Holy shit…" He says in a whispered tone to himself with his eyes wide open at the site of the cyberware cache. "HOLY SHIIIIT!!!!" The side choom yells before being quickly grabbed and shushed by graves. "SHhhh!! SHUT UP! GO BRING THE WHEELS AROUND, SCOUT THE BLOCK! MOVE SLOW!" He says before yanking the man back toward the entrance of the apartment. Graves quickly moves back to Brian. "B…. B you gotta see thi-" Graves says in a lowered tone reaching for Brian's shoulder. Brian quickly slaps Graves' arm away without looking before clutching onto Marilyn tightly again as she continues to shake and cry into his chest. Graves grabs his rifle and leaves out the front of the apartment to secure the street and the Butte pulling in..leaving the pair locked tightly in each other's arms alongside a decapitated Maelstromer. The stray white noise in the streets of Night City take over… leaving you unable to hear her screams.

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