\+/ Night City Stories \+/ Chapter 67 - Gear Up As the sun calls it quits for the day, you see the baron back alley area behind Audrey’s hideout. The breeze begins to pickup as random trash and debris floats around the quiet, empty alley. The crew is seen slowly and methodically gearing up in various places of the hideout. The energy in the room is both tense and serious. Much like the feeling of inevitability Zaunya and Brian faced together when dealing with 6th street, this is no different at all. Everyone in this room clearly understands the risks as well as what they’re marching into. As far as they’re all concerned, They are preparing for war… Carter checks his spare magazines for his SMG as the high-polish finish on it reflects the light of the hideout cleanly. He takes deep breaths while trying to remain focused in a new place amongst new people.. Fearing a repeat of some of his past experiences. Although his outward appearance reflects comfort and confidence… inward hes feeling a bit uneasy… leaning heavily on his experience to keep himself squared away. He does his best to bury the thoughts of his past history with this organization of scavs. This opportunity to exact vengeance is one he never imagined he’d have… and he has every intention to exploit it to its full capacity. BugBear, wearing her crimson red netrunner jumpsuit steps passed Audrey while taking a drag of her smoke. She glances and sees Netty with his digital black mask resting on his lap while staring at the DR5 nova she gave him in his hands. He looks up to see her walking past him as the two exchange a brief neutral look. It feels as though every interaction they have, regardless of how subtle, pokes and prods at the two of them like pins and needles. Audrey is finishing prepping her combat medic gear with her black PetroChem standard issue Liberty resting on the carpeted floor by her side. The iron had no identifiable markings except for a big “Z” carved deep into the handle. A gift from Zaunya’s mother, Zayta…It would appear that Audrey is taking her mind back to a place she has tried so hard to escape… More than likely triggered by the intensity and brutality of the collective recent events shes experienced. As various thoughts of her and Zayta’s time together race through her mind, so do the memories of brutality and violence they faced together. Her singular purpose and goal at the forefront of her mind is clear… Keep. Zaunya. Safe. At all costs. This unwavering, strong desire to tend to Zaunya’s well being is a subtle maternal mystery continuing to linger… Although filling in the blanks yourself shouldn’t be much of a challenge. Zaunya, with her black leather facemask on has already finished gearing up in her all black operator fit. She slowly approaches Brian from behind.. helping him put on his heavy jacket as he looks down at the carpeted floor. She prolongs the contact by squeezing his shoulders firmly and letting her hands slowly cascade down his arms before letting go. He takes a deep breath while racking the slide of his blood red, crimson Nue. He promised himself once upon a time after everything he’s lost that he would never find himself in this life again.. He hears Marilyn’s and Graves’ joyful giggles in his head as his mind begins to race. ‘Evelyn…’ He thinks to himself accompanied by a wave of guilt that washes over him. He remembers his inability to face her and look her in the eyes which hits him hard. Various random memories of time’s past are abruptly halted by Zaunya approaching him from the front and looking deep into his eyes. Brian looks up at her into her emerald green eyes before glancing around the room and noticing the rest of the crew standing before him geared up. Its clear that they are all tense.. but ready… looking to him to make the call. This visual hits Brian hard as it brings back uncomfortable memories of his past successes and failures. He hears the voice of his father, Enrique Varga enter his mind. A deep, raspy and serious voice he hasn’t heard in quite some time nearly having forgot what it sounded like… it grabs his attention. “Mijo… As a soldier… your loyalty is to those you fight alongside. As a leader… their very lives are in your hands. At that point.. your ability to take care of yourself no longer matters… only your ability to take care of your pack. In this life… when violence and chaos falls with the odds against you. The lone wolf dies…. But the pack survives.” “Lets delta.” Brian says looking on at the crew before turning around and walking toward the exit. Audrey holds the door open for him as he slowly steps out with the crew following behind him one by one.
Who wouldn’t miss Meredith? Although, I wish you wouldn’t de-age the more mature women of 2077 like Meredith & Rouge. They are beautiful in their own way…..
I like the Cyberpunk Sounds, I definately want to try out a Single with something that has this vibe. It's definitely blending old school and new school a little bit.
Hey, my chooms! Were you missing Meredith?
choom, pls upload the "are you lonely" video you did live. That one was cool
Damn.. I definitely was lmao
Hello, chumba was a little sad.
Missing her so much.
As always, cool music and cool art. 😍😍😍
I like these vibes. CP2077 definitely needed a chill channel like this in the game.......
I love this Art. Great job! 😘
best one yet!
\+/ Night City Stories \+/ Chapter 67 - Gear Up
As the sun calls it quits for the day, you see the baron back alley area behind Audrey’s hideout. The breeze begins to pickup as random trash and debris floats around the quiet, empty alley. The crew is seen slowly and methodically gearing up in various places of the hideout. The energy in the room is both tense and serious. Much like the feeling of inevitability Zaunya and Brian faced together when dealing with 6th street, this is no different at all. Everyone in this room clearly understands the risks as well as what they’re marching into. As far as they’re all concerned, They are preparing for war…
Carter checks his spare magazines for his SMG as the high-polish finish on it reflects the light of the hideout cleanly. He takes deep breaths while trying to remain focused in a new place amongst new people.. Fearing a repeat of some of his past experiences. Although his outward appearance reflects comfort and confidence… inward hes feeling a bit uneasy… leaning heavily on his experience to keep himself squared away. He does his best to bury the thoughts of his past history with this organization of scavs. This opportunity to exact vengeance is one he never imagined he’d have… and he has every intention to exploit it to its full capacity.
BugBear, wearing her crimson red netrunner jumpsuit steps passed Audrey while taking a drag of her smoke. She glances and sees Netty with his digital black mask resting on his lap while staring at the DR5 nova she gave him in his hands. He looks up to see her walking past him as the two exchange a brief neutral look. It feels as though every interaction they have, regardless of how subtle, pokes and prods at the two of them like pins and needles.
Audrey is finishing prepping her combat medic gear with her black PetroChem standard issue Liberty resting on the carpeted floor by her side. The iron had no identifiable markings except for a big “Z” carved deep into the handle. A gift from Zaunya’s mother, Zayta…It would appear that Audrey is taking her mind back to a place she has tried so hard to escape… More than likely triggered by the intensity and brutality of the collective recent events shes experienced. As various thoughts of her and Zayta’s time together race through her mind, so do the memories of brutality and violence they faced together. Her singular purpose and goal at the forefront of her mind is clear… Keep. Zaunya. Safe. At all costs. This unwavering, strong desire to tend to Zaunya’s well being is a subtle maternal mystery continuing to linger… Although filling in the blanks yourself shouldn’t be much of a challenge.
Zaunya, with her black leather facemask on has already finished gearing up in her all black operator fit. She slowly approaches Brian from behind.. helping him put on his heavy jacket as he looks down at the carpeted floor. She prolongs the contact by squeezing his shoulders firmly and letting her hands slowly cascade down his arms before letting go. He takes a deep breath while racking the slide of his blood red, crimson Nue. He promised himself once upon a time after everything he’s lost that he would never find himself in this life again.. He hears Marilyn’s and Graves’ joyful giggles in his head as his mind begins to race. ‘Evelyn…’ He thinks to himself accompanied by a wave of guilt that washes over him. He remembers his inability to face her and look her in the eyes which hits him hard. Various random memories of time’s past are abruptly halted by Zaunya approaching him from the front and looking deep into his eyes.
Brian looks up at her into her emerald green eyes before glancing around the room and noticing the rest of the crew standing before him geared up. Its clear that they are all tense.. but ready… looking to him to make the call. This visual hits Brian hard as it brings back uncomfortable memories of his past successes and failures. He hears the voice of his father, Enrique Varga enter his mind. A deep, raspy and serious voice he hasn’t heard in quite some time nearly having forgot what it sounded like… it grabs his attention.
“Mijo… As a soldier… your loyalty is to those you fight alongside. As a leader… their very lives are in your hands. At that point.. your ability to take care of yourself no longer matters… only your ability to take care of your pack. In this life… when violence and chaos falls with the odds against you. The lone wolf dies…. But the pack survives.”
“Lets delta.” Brian says looking on at the crew before turning around and walking toward the exit. Audrey holds the door open for him as he slowly steps out with the crew following behind him one by one.
You've got this! 💫 I believe in you, and together, we can achieve anything! 🌟
Chapter is gonna be late today. A lot going on in life 😅 stay tuned to the tunes chooms.
Don't worry, choom-take care of your biz first. Just don’t forget about us, alright?
@@NightCityGirls Never can. Never will.
we need this on wallpaper engine ong
Who wouldn’t miss Meredith? Although, I wish you wouldn’t de-age the more mature women of 2077 like Meredith & Rouge. They are beautiful in their own way…..
Beautiful 😍
I like the Cyberpunk Sounds, I definately want to try out a Single with something that has this vibe. It's definitely blending old school and new school a little bit.
holy moly....are we almost to the point of just havin V with her chooms out as a background??? Owo
Holy cow
Meredith could appear more often here, do you agree with me??
Yes 1000% lol
I'm a simple man
Almost went NSFW.......
It's been a while, what did i missed?
Hey, choom! Long time no see!