HI! ; How's it goin? Okay..this is my first fic..and my only fic right now. oo; There are a few things I want to point out or just plain ramble. First, sans the prologue, I'm following the whole "BeBop" style by naming each chapter after a song that exists during MY generation (since the orig BeBop show used songs in the older gen). Second of all, if you are wondering...Emp is my persona and is the spiritual embodiment of myself (in short: yeah..she's supposed to be me anime-style). Third of all, and this is just trivia and a warning to flamers who think they can diss my writing for no reason but to try to piss me off: I started writing this three years ago (approx.), but I decided after about chapter 6 that "wow..this sucks" so I rewrote the entire thing...and then I just continued...so yeah...watch it. :P Anway..I have a feeling that I should shut up now but it's just that I'm SOO excited! Okay! BYE! ENJOY! SEE YOU AFTER CHAPTER 1!
Prologue:
"Sir! We have been discovered!" stated a tall, black man. He was standing in a dark room filled with extravagant furniture. His boss was sitting on a large stuffed armchair across from another man in an identical chair.
"WHAT? By who?" yelled his boss, a tan faced man with black hair and dark eyes, obviously Italian.
"Two undercover ISSP officers. We're not quite sure how they got in the building. One has been shot down, but the other, only wounded, got away." Continued the Italian man's right-hand man. The Italian man was the leader of the Bacala Syndicate, one of the most powerful Martian syndicates since the Red Dragon Syndicate. He slammed his fist on a coffee table and looked up at the other man sitting across from him.
"YOU!" he bellowed at the other man, an executive of the ISSP, "You sent them here didn't you!"
"N..No!" said the other man, shakily. He and the Bacalas were in a smuggling operation together, but the ISSP didn't know of his own involvement in it.
"You've deceived me!" the Italian seethed. "I thought we had a deal!"
"We did! We did! I don't know who sent them!" whimpered the executive. The Italian nodded to his other henchmen, who came stomping over, each grabbing an arm of the executive. The executive now started yelling frantically, "No…no. You cant! No! NO! STOP!"
"You did not hold true to your deal, Mr. Travaille." The Italian said, a sly grin spreading across his face as Mr. Travaille was dragged into another room, screaming and pleading. He listened patiently as the muffled sounds of Travaille's yells were stopped abruptly by the sound of a gun, followed by a large thud of a body falling to the ground. The Italian's smile grew even broader, but then his right-hand man approached him.
"Sir. What about the officer that escaped?" he asked.
"Have you identified him?" the Italian asked in reply.
"No. We haven't discovered her identity. What do you wish us to do, sir?"
"A woman, huh? Well…" The Italian straightened his tie and his sly smile appeared once more, "we'll let the bounty hunters deal with her."
Chapter 1:
Just Another Day
The stars passed in front of Spike Spiegel's eyes, glittering and expressing their beauty. However, he remained unimpressed; he had seen them all before. He took a long breath of his cigarette and it swirled majestically into the air as he slowly let it out. His mind was still on his last bounty back on Ganymede. It ended the same; the bounty was caught and there was no remorse. There never was; he was jaded. Not a single bounty would ever affect him, for there were no emotional attachments. This was the way life was, and that was the way it was going to stay.
"Hooooow 'yall doin'?" said a male voice coming from the television. "It's time for another Big Shot!" The voice was from Big Shot, the informational show for bounty hunters.
"So, who's the top bad guy for today, Punch?" cooed Judy, the female co-host.
"Actually, today, it's a woman." Punch began. Spike yawned and hung his head over the back of the yellow couch in sheer boredom. Jet Black, the captain of their ship, the BeBop, was tapping away at the keys of his computer, completely uninterested in what Punch had to say. Faye Valentine, their feminine freeloader, was on the steps nearby, painting her nails while Edward (short for Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV) was chasing her data-dog Ein around the ship. "Her name is Emp Nemio and she's worth a whopping 11,000,000 woolongs!"
"Wooooooow! 11,000,000?" gasped Judy. At the sound of the price tag on Emp Nemio, everyone stared at the television. Their last bounty was only worth 8,000,000 woolongs.
"That's more than you're worth Faye." Sniggered Spike.
"Hey. It's worth more than all of us put together!" yelled Faye, annoyed.
"Be quiet!" said Jet. "There's more!"
"What did she do to deserve that, Punch?" wondered Judy.
"Well, it seems that she murdered a grande executive of the ISSP." Replied Punch with optimism.
"Oh no!"
"But the loco thing is that it wasn't the ISSP who put up the bounty money."
"Really? Then who was it?"
"We're not quite sure, but whoever it was is serious because 11,000,000 woolongs were deposited in Big Shot's account this morning!"
"Well, good luck all you bounty hunters out there." Everyone sat, bewildered at the amount of money put up for a bounty. Coolly, Spike lit up a cigarette and took a puff.
"Emp Nemio, huh? What's the deal with her, Jet?" he said.
"It's crazy. She has absolutely no criminal record. I mean, she even worked for the ISSP." Jet scratched his head. It didn't make any sense for such a high bounty to be placed on someone with no prior criminal record. Faye strode over to Jet's computer to see what Emp looked like.
"Wow. She's ugly." Spat Faye. Spike, curious, walked over to see for himself.
"She's not too bad. Better looking than you, Faye." He commented.
"What was that?"
"Alright, you two. Cut it out." Growled Jet, still wondering about the bounty. Both Spike and Faye walked out of the room in different directions.
"This doesn't make any sense. But, she's worth 11,000,000 woolongs." Sighed Jet.
"Nyah?" cried Ed.
"I don't know either, Ed."
WEEELL? Did you like it? OOH pleeeeaaaaase comment! ii I've never had ANYONE read my stuff before so I'm reall exited/nervous/scared/happy...yeah. If you want to flame, go ahead...but my Spike action figure and I will just laugh at you! >D ...ahem OH YEAH! Emp Nemio is mine...no takee...Spike/Jet/Faye/Ed/anything that is even a cousin thrice removed of BeBop does NOT belong to me but belongs to that long list of people who DO...so there you go...my disclaimer...
