Gbuteler89
21st November 2004, 02:43 AM
Gbuteler89 for the third time in a row. I'm getting tired, it's 0:47 and
I'm starting to see blurry through my brother's sunglasses (which I use
to avoid getting harmed by the monitor's light during night). I hope you
are enjoying the fanfic by now, even condidering the great comedy relief
it has for just Spike and Jet. I'll get to work on that for the final 2
chapters.
Here's a few details I'm condemned to exhibit to have peace of mind:
a)I DO NOT own Cowboy BeBop, it's just a fanfic. However it's MY fanfic.
b)This fanfic has been rated PG-13, just like the series, for mild
language and violence. Relax, up to now, it's been below the level of the
series.
Time to rock.
=================================
X-tra Session #1: Aurora Rock
=================================
Author's Note:
--------------
Simple as I can say it: No box 4 me. The box set I ordered is officially
lost, never use Standard when you order such things, spare some more
coins and get Expedited Shipping, with tracking number and more safety
and speed, in case you make the same mistake I did. I'll wait till
school's out (end of November) to buy again. Now that we are ready to go
on, let's start with the second chapter. Please, don't flame me with your
reviews, try to make them constructive. (I haven't received any flame,
just trying to stress it out in a different way per post) Thank you very
much for the ones ones who already wrote reviews.
==================================
CHAPTER 2: The Riddle of the Clock
==================================
The BeBop Spaceship docked on the Red District. Since Cosmos was very
small, no big ships were allowed on the planet. Cosmos was plain tourism
and nightclubs, even the ones that worked there lived on residential
satellites, every day going back and forth in the shuttle. Life in the
endless rings of Saturns was always like that. Commercial satellites,
residential satellites, and industrial satellites. That was the easiest
way of zoning such small lands without citizens complaining.
So... no big spaceships allowed, no workers live there, no action at
daylight, and shipping during nights. Could there be an easier way for
druglords to operate? Besides, they got many of their merchandise sold
the same night to the thousands that flooded dance clubs and partyhalls.
Spike and Jet started wondering around the Red District Station. After
thirty minutes searching, they realized that there were no flights to
Cosmos. Jet gave out a huge yawn, then barked at the information officer.
"What do you mean the route is closed?!"
"That's a new law issued by the ISSP" the officer, a young 25-year or
around guy, said standardly "No travel allowed to commercial satellites
before bussiness hours"
"A new law? But that's ridiculous!" he blowed out. He turned to Spike,
then turned back to the officer. "You mean there is no way we get the
merchandise to the 'the place' during this hours?" Spike finally drew his
attention into the chat.
"The place?" the officer repeated confused.
"Yeah, the place" Jet said through one end of his mouth , then backed off,
"but, you seem to don't know what I'm talking about. New guys, never
trained." He laid a hand over Spike's shoulder like trying to show him to
the officer. "Just let me know where me and my 'assistant' can have a
word with your boss." Jet gave Spike a small step in the foot so he could
raise his arms. That's when the officer noticed the guns.
The officer gulped nervously. He checked into one of his file drawers
looking for something. He took out a red envelope and handed it over to
Jet who gave another yawn before catching it. "T-this wil g-et you past.
Just hand it to the guys at the Services office and they will give you a
pass for your transport."
Spike took the envelope and opened it. It was empty.
"I-t's meant to be j-just a symbol, that's what they told me. It
shouldn't have anything, right?" the officer asked.
"Okay, boy, you did good. Keep up the work" said Jet and he started
leaving. "Get going, Ikki" he said to Spike.
"S-s-sir, I think he means you. That's your name, right?" the officer
said to him. Spike got mad, but all he could do was to nod and and go
behind Jet until they got far enough. Then Spike started the question
round.
"The Place? Ikki? Red Evelopes? Could I get to know some answers,
'boss'?" Spike asked in a bad mood. Nobody stepped on his foot and make
him bite his cigar just for fun.
"Yeah, all that" Jet said nervous, "Well, I had to make up a story for us
to get the BeBop through. Now that we have the envelope, we can get the
pass and get down to Aldebaran's city to catch him." Some minutes went by
with both of them walking, none of them talked.
"You still haven't answered me" Spike moaned.
"What? You mean the red envelope and stuff? I got some information bits
from Bob, he happens to know something about how druglords arrange the
gate with the police to work freely. It's so easy to get the trucks
through pretending it's supplies for the nightclubs." Another couple of
minutes passed by, both remained silent as they walked.
"You still haven't answered me" Spike moaned again.
"Huh? What didn't I explain yet?"
"Why you called me Ikki?"
"Ah, that. I heard it on one of the kids channels you zapped by. A really
old show, I think they were still hand-drawn on those times." Finally,
they made it to the Services Office. The first question Jet asked,
feeling his eyes would just drop out of his face, was: "Why do they place
the Services Office and the Information Office in different extremes of
the floor?" Then he straightened up and showed the envelope.
---
The path was incredibly clear down to Cosmos, no flying ads, no traffic,
no problems. Obviously, there were never many problems with a colony only
acessed by a few shuttles. The first view Jet and Spike got from Cosmos
was very inspiring: a ghost town.
"There is not a bare soul in this place" Spike remarked, just in case.
"Well, what were you expecting?" Jet questioned him between yawns,
"except from one or two bums left on their own at closing time, this
place can't be habitated. But nightclub offices should be open." No, they
weren't, offices were closed too. "Ok, so offices aren't open either.
Well, there has to be some place over here where the drugs arrive. This
is the perfect time."
"Hey, you! The strange guys over there" someone shouted, "would ya keep
it low, fellas? I'm trynia' sleep." A dirty, sleepy drunk with the
galaxy's greatest hangover was trying to pretend he could sleep near a
nightclub using his stepped coat as blanket. Spike approached the guy.
"Hi, there, buddy. Do you happen to have seen somethig strange around
here lately?" he asked as if it were the most common question.
"I'm alone here, bucko. Except for you two bothering, buzz off."
Spike grinned. The guy felt the cold front of an Israeli Jericho 941 in
his forehead. "I think we are not bothering you too much. If you care to
answer, I know a good remedy for the hangover."
The guy tried to sit up. He featured a repulsive shrug. "Are ya bounty
hunters?"
"Just trying to pay for the meat. So, did you see any movement at all?"
"Just a few guys moving some boxes to that club over there" the guy said
pointing out a nightclub at the other side of the street. "Ya know what
time is it?"
"Huh?" said Jet suddently feeling sleepy again, "and who cares what time
is it? here in space its endlessness. You never know--" Spike knocked his
speech out with his left elbow. "According to the clock over there, it's
near 11:30... am."
"Well, then I better get running. Party's gonna start again." the guy
said standing up.
"So early?" Spike asked.
"Not here. Party at 12:00pm, party at 12:00am. This whole sky is fake. In
some minutes it will go wide dark all over the place and people from the
other satellites will start coming to the party. I better get in the
shuttle before they leave me here one more day." The bum started walking
clumsily to the shuttle station.
"Well, at least we got a hint" Jet said.
"The place the guy mentioned is Aldebaran's?" Spike asked.
"Why don't you take a read in the sign" Jet groaned. The sign said
"Zodiac Nightclub". The banner next to the sign had the Taurus
constellation and a big Aldebaran on it. Spike didn't said anything more.
Jet yawned one more time.
---
"And now its time... for a commercial" (Punch, Cowboy BeBop the Movie).
This would be the part where the eyecatch is shown and we go for a
commercial break. I know this last two chapters may have a little too
much comedy for these two guys, but now action is starting. Wait for the
next chap.!
================================================== =====
NEXT -> AURORA ROCK, CHAPTER 3: Under the Aurora's Glow
================================================== =====
Written between 11/10/2004 and 06/11/2004.
Edited and corrected in 14/11/2004.
I'm starting to see blurry through my brother's sunglasses (which I use
to avoid getting harmed by the monitor's light during night). I hope you
are enjoying the fanfic by now, even condidering the great comedy relief
it has for just Spike and Jet. I'll get to work on that for the final 2
chapters.
Here's a few details I'm condemned to exhibit to have peace of mind:
a)I DO NOT own Cowboy BeBop, it's just a fanfic. However it's MY fanfic.
b)This fanfic has been rated PG-13, just like the series, for mild
language and violence. Relax, up to now, it's been below the level of the
series.
Time to rock.
=================================
X-tra Session #1: Aurora Rock
=================================
Author's Note:
--------------
Simple as I can say it: No box 4 me. The box set I ordered is officially
lost, never use Standard when you order such things, spare some more
coins and get Expedited Shipping, with tracking number and more safety
and speed, in case you make the same mistake I did. I'll wait till
school's out (end of November) to buy again. Now that we are ready to go
on, let's start with the second chapter. Please, don't flame me with your
reviews, try to make them constructive. (I haven't received any flame,
just trying to stress it out in a different way per post) Thank you very
much for the ones ones who already wrote reviews.
==================================
CHAPTER 2: The Riddle of the Clock
==================================
The BeBop Spaceship docked on the Red District. Since Cosmos was very
small, no big ships were allowed on the planet. Cosmos was plain tourism
and nightclubs, even the ones that worked there lived on residential
satellites, every day going back and forth in the shuttle. Life in the
endless rings of Saturns was always like that. Commercial satellites,
residential satellites, and industrial satellites. That was the easiest
way of zoning such small lands without citizens complaining.
So... no big spaceships allowed, no workers live there, no action at
daylight, and shipping during nights. Could there be an easier way for
druglords to operate? Besides, they got many of their merchandise sold
the same night to the thousands that flooded dance clubs and partyhalls.
Spike and Jet started wondering around the Red District Station. After
thirty minutes searching, they realized that there were no flights to
Cosmos. Jet gave out a huge yawn, then barked at the information officer.
"What do you mean the route is closed?!"
"That's a new law issued by the ISSP" the officer, a young 25-year or
around guy, said standardly "No travel allowed to commercial satellites
before bussiness hours"
"A new law? But that's ridiculous!" he blowed out. He turned to Spike,
then turned back to the officer. "You mean there is no way we get the
merchandise to the 'the place' during this hours?" Spike finally drew his
attention into the chat.
"The place?" the officer repeated confused.
"Yeah, the place" Jet said through one end of his mouth , then backed off,
"but, you seem to don't know what I'm talking about. New guys, never
trained." He laid a hand over Spike's shoulder like trying to show him to
the officer. "Just let me know where me and my 'assistant' can have a
word with your boss." Jet gave Spike a small step in the foot so he could
raise his arms. That's when the officer noticed the guns.
The officer gulped nervously. He checked into one of his file drawers
looking for something. He took out a red envelope and handed it over to
Jet who gave another yawn before catching it. "T-this wil g-et you past.
Just hand it to the guys at the Services office and they will give you a
pass for your transport."
Spike took the envelope and opened it. It was empty.
"I-t's meant to be j-just a symbol, that's what they told me. It
shouldn't have anything, right?" the officer asked.
"Okay, boy, you did good. Keep up the work" said Jet and he started
leaving. "Get going, Ikki" he said to Spike.
"S-s-sir, I think he means you. That's your name, right?" the officer
said to him. Spike got mad, but all he could do was to nod and and go
behind Jet until they got far enough. Then Spike started the question
round.
"The Place? Ikki? Red Evelopes? Could I get to know some answers,
'boss'?" Spike asked in a bad mood. Nobody stepped on his foot and make
him bite his cigar just for fun.
"Yeah, all that" Jet said nervous, "Well, I had to make up a story for us
to get the BeBop through. Now that we have the envelope, we can get the
pass and get down to Aldebaran's city to catch him." Some minutes went by
with both of them walking, none of them talked.
"You still haven't answered me" Spike moaned.
"What? You mean the red envelope and stuff? I got some information bits
from Bob, he happens to know something about how druglords arrange the
gate with the police to work freely. It's so easy to get the trucks
through pretending it's supplies for the nightclubs." Another couple of
minutes passed by, both remained silent as they walked.
"You still haven't answered me" Spike moaned again.
"Huh? What didn't I explain yet?"
"Why you called me Ikki?"
"Ah, that. I heard it on one of the kids channels you zapped by. A really
old show, I think they were still hand-drawn on those times." Finally,
they made it to the Services Office. The first question Jet asked,
feeling his eyes would just drop out of his face, was: "Why do they place
the Services Office and the Information Office in different extremes of
the floor?" Then he straightened up and showed the envelope.
---
The path was incredibly clear down to Cosmos, no flying ads, no traffic,
no problems. Obviously, there were never many problems with a colony only
acessed by a few shuttles. The first view Jet and Spike got from Cosmos
was very inspiring: a ghost town.
"There is not a bare soul in this place" Spike remarked, just in case.
"Well, what were you expecting?" Jet questioned him between yawns,
"except from one or two bums left on their own at closing time, this
place can't be habitated. But nightclub offices should be open." No, they
weren't, offices were closed too. "Ok, so offices aren't open either.
Well, there has to be some place over here where the drugs arrive. This
is the perfect time."
"Hey, you! The strange guys over there" someone shouted, "would ya keep
it low, fellas? I'm trynia' sleep." A dirty, sleepy drunk with the
galaxy's greatest hangover was trying to pretend he could sleep near a
nightclub using his stepped coat as blanket. Spike approached the guy.
"Hi, there, buddy. Do you happen to have seen somethig strange around
here lately?" he asked as if it were the most common question.
"I'm alone here, bucko. Except for you two bothering, buzz off."
Spike grinned. The guy felt the cold front of an Israeli Jericho 941 in
his forehead. "I think we are not bothering you too much. If you care to
answer, I know a good remedy for the hangover."
The guy tried to sit up. He featured a repulsive shrug. "Are ya bounty
hunters?"
"Just trying to pay for the meat. So, did you see any movement at all?"
"Just a few guys moving some boxes to that club over there" the guy said
pointing out a nightclub at the other side of the street. "Ya know what
time is it?"
"Huh?" said Jet suddently feeling sleepy again, "and who cares what time
is it? here in space its endlessness. You never know--" Spike knocked his
speech out with his left elbow. "According to the clock over there, it's
near 11:30... am."
"Well, then I better get running. Party's gonna start again." the guy
said standing up.
"So early?" Spike asked.
"Not here. Party at 12:00pm, party at 12:00am. This whole sky is fake. In
some minutes it will go wide dark all over the place and people from the
other satellites will start coming to the party. I better get in the
shuttle before they leave me here one more day." The bum started walking
clumsily to the shuttle station.
"Well, at least we got a hint" Jet said.
"The place the guy mentioned is Aldebaran's?" Spike asked.
"Why don't you take a read in the sign" Jet groaned. The sign said
"Zodiac Nightclub". The banner next to the sign had the Taurus
constellation and a big Aldebaran on it. Spike didn't said anything more.
Jet yawned one more time.
---
"And now its time... for a commercial" (Punch, Cowboy BeBop the Movie).
This would be the part where the eyecatch is shown and we go for a
commercial break. I know this last two chapters may have a little too
much comedy for these two guys, but now action is starting. Wait for the
next chap.!
================================================== =====
NEXT -> AURORA ROCK, CHAPTER 3: Under the Aurora's Glow
================================================== =====
Written between 11/10/2004 and 06/11/2004.
Edited and corrected in 14/11/2004.