Gbuteler89
21st November 2004, 02:42 AM
Hi there, me again. Welcome to the Cowboy BeBop X-tra Sessions. I got
late last week because I got plugged off the internet and could not read
the letter the moderation team sent me on Monday (I'm not dead RAAC,
sorry for the fright). Well, apart from Chapter 1 and 2, I'm also posting
this revised version of the Introduction (thanks to Rory McLean). Guess
all the load got together, this shouldn't really be a problem for you.
Just remember the following stuff before you read:
a)I DO NOT own Cowboy BeBop. This is just a fanfic. However, it's MY
fanfic.
b)This fanfic has been rated PG-13 for mild language and violence.
Now, enjoy.
=================================
X-tra Session #1: Aurora Rock
=================================
Author's Note: [EDITED 12/11/04]
--------------
Sorry to bother you again, just wanted to point out this first x-tra
session will be before the series. I can't stop giving thanks to Rory
McLean for the extensive grammar-spelling-story plot review he gave me.
It is increably apreciated. If you too got things to say, don't doubt
posting a review or sending me an e-mail, whatever you prefer. However,
please don't flame, as you may know as good as I do that that is not very
nice for an author, try to be constructive. Back to the story.
============
INTRODUCTION
============
The setting takes place in one of the moons of Saturn, Cosmos*. Cosmos is
one of the most faraway posts of the ISSP, however, it doesn't mean that
place is safer than the rest of the Solars System. Several drug producing
and dealing groups have been promoting Cosmos as the main hub of the
"Bloody Eye" and other minor drugs applied through the eyes there. The
reason is that the ISSP was spread too thin, and the officers all arund
Saturn were "fixed". The nearest honest group of ISSP officers was two
planets away. Due to that fact, Cosmos not only has the cheapest prices
on the Bloody Eye and lower derivates, but also has one of the largest
numbers of nightclubs and night-life places since the Earth was almost
destroyed.
Down at the Zodiac Nightclub, the crowd was impatiently waiting their
turn to get in. It was one of the nights with the most attendance in the
last years and the merchandise was selling quickly. A nervous truck
driver went inside the club through the backdoor Services entrance. He
was squishing his small green cap with the logo of a Pegasus. Several
minions instructed him to go foward, then to the right, then to the left,
then foward again to reach the VIP Room number 3. There he would be
received.
The Truck Driver nervously knocked before entering, just to be respectful.
"Come on in!" an unfamiliar voice to him called out. The Driver did so.
The placed was guarded by some really stone-like guards, both in attitude
and strengh. The man the voice belonged to was sitting near the farest
edge of the room, next to the glass that showed the dance floor. "Have a
seat, boy". The Driver did so. "Ok, so let's see. You must be Hiromi, am
I right?"
"Yes, sir" Hiromi said weakly.
"Calm down, son" the Man said getting out a cigarette. He didn't make eye
contact with Hiromi at all, he just got up and stepped next to the glass
watching the people dancing through the lights. "There is nothing to
worry about. Except, of course, about that cargo you delivered a day late.
Does this sound to you?"
"Y-y-yes, sir."
"That material should've been here yesterday, son, not today. Sounds like
a small difference, right? But not in this business, because if you bring
the material late, the merchandise gets done late, and the selling, not
to mention the distribution throughout the whole system, gets even latter.
Did you know that, with your cargo getting here late, I may be delivering
this lot late for, say, 3 days to a week?" The Man started getting more
tense. "So tell me: What am I supposed to do while I wait, sing a ballad
to my buyers? Apologize to those thousands of addicts in this damn
city?!" he said turning suddently to Hiromi for an answer.
"Well--"
"Nothing is well! And who told you to speak again!" he barked out. One of
his thugs slammed a pistol on Hiromi's face. Hiromi was cracking down,
emotionally. "Boy, you better keep your yap shut until I tell you to open
it! I handle the manufacture and distribution of drugs in this whole damn
town, and you are making my business a whole lot harder. So tell me fella,
what are we going to do here?!" he roared at the defenceless Driver.
"Please!" Hiromi fell to his knees, "please don't kill me!" he burst out
in crying. The Man shaked his foot off as if he was stepping mud. He
turned again to watch the dancefloor.
"I'll tell you what I'll do: I'll give you a try of the hardest product
we got, the Bloody Eye. Maybe then, you will understand why I am so
concerned about you, as one of my Truck Drivers, with the success of this
business". One of the Man's thugs grabbed Hiromi, pulled him up, and
opened wide one of his eyes. Another guy sprayed some red liquid over his
eye. Soon, Hiromi started jerking moves and trying to get rid of the two
thugs. He started shrieking, trembling, and then just fell to his knees
again, exhausted. "You see, that's how it works. You got to be a tough
guy to hold on this one, but once you can do it, you get something, you
want more. Now you understand me, boy. Unfortunately..." the Man turned
to Hiromi and pulled out a pistol, "our business here has been
unsatisfacctory" he spelled out, "so it must be ended now."
The bullet went through Hiromi's face. Still with one of his eyes all red,
he fell on his back to the floor. The two thugs backed off.
"Call in the Cleaning fellas" the Man said, "we got trash to throw out."
---
*Scientists still haven't determined the number of moons and satellites
of Saturn, so I'm developing this story in some that still hasn't been
found.
================================================== ===
NEXT -> AURORA ROCK, CHAPTER 1: A simple 6-mill prey.
================================================== ===
Written between 30/09/04 and 01/10/04.
Edited and corrected in 12/11/04
late last week because I got plugged off the internet and could not read
the letter the moderation team sent me on Monday (I'm not dead RAAC,
sorry for the fright). Well, apart from Chapter 1 and 2, I'm also posting
this revised version of the Introduction (thanks to Rory McLean). Guess
all the load got together, this shouldn't really be a problem for you.
Just remember the following stuff before you read:
a)I DO NOT own Cowboy BeBop. This is just a fanfic. However, it's MY
fanfic.
b)This fanfic has been rated PG-13 for mild language and violence.
Now, enjoy.
=================================
X-tra Session #1: Aurora Rock
=================================
Author's Note: [EDITED 12/11/04]
--------------
Sorry to bother you again, just wanted to point out this first x-tra
session will be before the series. I can't stop giving thanks to Rory
McLean for the extensive grammar-spelling-story plot review he gave me.
It is increably apreciated. If you too got things to say, don't doubt
posting a review or sending me an e-mail, whatever you prefer. However,
please don't flame, as you may know as good as I do that that is not very
nice for an author, try to be constructive. Back to the story.
============
INTRODUCTION
============
The setting takes place in one of the moons of Saturn, Cosmos*. Cosmos is
one of the most faraway posts of the ISSP, however, it doesn't mean that
place is safer than the rest of the Solars System. Several drug producing
and dealing groups have been promoting Cosmos as the main hub of the
"Bloody Eye" and other minor drugs applied through the eyes there. The
reason is that the ISSP was spread too thin, and the officers all arund
Saturn were "fixed". The nearest honest group of ISSP officers was two
planets away. Due to that fact, Cosmos not only has the cheapest prices
on the Bloody Eye and lower derivates, but also has one of the largest
numbers of nightclubs and night-life places since the Earth was almost
destroyed.
Down at the Zodiac Nightclub, the crowd was impatiently waiting their
turn to get in. It was one of the nights with the most attendance in the
last years and the merchandise was selling quickly. A nervous truck
driver went inside the club through the backdoor Services entrance. He
was squishing his small green cap with the logo of a Pegasus. Several
minions instructed him to go foward, then to the right, then to the left,
then foward again to reach the VIP Room number 3. There he would be
received.
The Truck Driver nervously knocked before entering, just to be respectful.
"Come on in!" an unfamiliar voice to him called out. The Driver did so.
The placed was guarded by some really stone-like guards, both in attitude
and strengh. The man the voice belonged to was sitting near the farest
edge of the room, next to the glass that showed the dance floor. "Have a
seat, boy". The Driver did so. "Ok, so let's see. You must be Hiromi, am
I right?"
"Yes, sir" Hiromi said weakly.
"Calm down, son" the Man said getting out a cigarette. He didn't make eye
contact with Hiromi at all, he just got up and stepped next to the glass
watching the people dancing through the lights. "There is nothing to
worry about. Except, of course, about that cargo you delivered a day late.
Does this sound to you?"
"Y-y-yes, sir."
"That material should've been here yesterday, son, not today. Sounds like
a small difference, right? But not in this business, because if you bring
the material late, the merchandise gets done late, and the selling, not
to mention the distribution throughout the whole system, gets even latter.
Did you know that, with your cargo getting here late, I may be delivering
this lot late for, say, 3 days to a week?" The Man started getting more
tense. "So tell me: What am I supposed to do while I wait, sing a ballad
to my buyers? Apologize to those thousands of addicts in this damn
city?!" he said turning suddently to Hiromi for an answer.
"Well--"
"Nothing is well! And who told you to speak again!" he barked out. One of
his thugs slammed a pistol on Hiromi's face. Hiromi was cracking down,
emotionally. "Boy, you better keep your yap shut until I tell you to open
it! I handle the manufacture and distribution of drugs in this whole damn
town, and you are making my business a whole lot harder. So tell me fella,
what are we going to do here?!" he roared at the defenceless Driver.
"Please!" Hiromi fell to his knees, "please don't kill me!" he burst out
in crying. The Man shaked his foot off as if he was stepping mud. He
turned again to watch the dancefloor.
"I'll tell you what I'll do: I'll give you a try of the hardest product
we got, the Bloody Eye. Maybe then, you will understand why I am so
concerned about you, as one of my Truck Drivers, with the success of this
business". One of the Man's thugs grabbed Hiromi, pulled him up, and
opened wide one of his eyes. Another guy sprayed some red liquid over his
eye. Soon, Hiromi started jerking moves and trying to get rid of the two
thugs. He started shrieking, trembling, and then just fell to his knees
again, exhausted. "You see, that's how it works. You got to be a tough
guy to hold on this one, but once you can do it, you get something, you
want more. Now you understand me, boy. Unfortunately..." the Man turned
to Hiromi and pulled out a pistol, "our business here has been
unsatisfacctory" he spelled out, "so it must be ended now."
The bullet went through Hiromi's face. Still with one of his eyes all red,
he fell on his back to the floor. The two thugs backed off.
"Call in the Cleaning fellas" the Man said, "we got trash to throw out."
---
*Scientists still haven't determined the number of moons and satellites
of Saturn, so I'm developing this story in some that still hasn't been
found.
================================================== ===
NEXT -> AURORA ROCK, CHAPTER 1: A simple 6-mill prey.
================================================== ===
Written between 30/09/04 and 01/10/04.
Edited and corrected in 12/11/04