All right, this is my first time doing this so please be patient with me.
o.O While I have been a writer for a long time, I have never written
anything that was not completely original - meaning fanfic. I just really
enjoy the Cowboy Bebop series, and feel that there is much to expand upon
in it. I also enjoy reading others fanfic on Cowboy Bebop, especially when
it includes Julia! :) As you will probably notice from my writings, I'm
very much a Julia fan though I love all the main characters including Faye!
This is merely Spike's story told through Julia's eyes. This story should be viewed as a memoir book or autobiography of Julia until the point just before she meets up with Spike on that fateful day. All of it in the beginning would be written of Julia looking back in the past circa 2070. Picking up with the current series, she will write in it present time as if posting current entries. Then perhaps with Faye or Jet writing in the last chapters after Julia and Spike are gone.
In the future of this world, this book could be something archived in a museum or something similar on Mars. Where it serves as a history lesson - a lesson about the downfall of a legacy syndicate - a lesson about love and life - a lesson about love, trust, and betrayal. This story will attempt to detail Julia's past involvement with Vicious, Spike, and the Syndicate up to the point of their deaths in the shows.
I will have a listing/summary of characters involved in this story, as I will be introducing some that I have make up and do not appear in the episodes. I have also taken liberties with the past since much of it is so cryptic. As a guide, I used all the clues of flashbacks, timelines, and actual scenes from the series that I picked up along with being guided by the outline at Bebop Musings.
Negative criticism is welcome provided that it is constructive. So without further delay...
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-=First Entry: 2060=- Julia's Beginnings
I don't remember much about my childhood other than the fact I always seemed have a penchant for danger. In the direst of situations, I was the calm one, the one able to step in and take over and do what had to be done. This fact of my life brought me to where I am now, but I'll explain more once I've caught up to present day.
I have flashes of images of my parents, but I can't tell you their names or what planet I was even raised on. I only remember that we didn't have much and we were always on the run. My father, at least I think that was my father, taught me how to shoot guns. I had an Aunt Lois, though I have a nagging feeling she was not really my Aunt. She taught me how to utilize people as a network of information - how to obtain information, sort information, and interpret information if it was important enough.
This first entry is of my first memories that begin on Mars in the year 2060 while I was a teenager. I'm not sure at this point what happened to my parents, only that Aunt Lois was the only person left around from my childhood. Occasionally, I have flickers of images where something exploded. I seemed to have the feeling that my parents were in whatever exploded, but I don't ever see them in the images. There is only the aftermath of the destruction.
Anyway, I spent my days helping my Aunt Lois with the illegal goods trade business we ran. My job was to find the people to sell the illegal goods to, often weaponry, that we were able to purchase. My Aunt Lois handled all the suppliers. So if you want to look at it in a business way, I was the sales department and she acted as the purchasing department. There were a handful of others, but we weren't large enough to be considered a syndicate or anything. We were mainly vagabonds and drifters that were thrown together out of need.
My Aunt thought I would be best placed in selling, because mostly we dealt with men. What better sales pitch than a young, blond woman? I always felt that I was normal and average looking, but there was something that always attracted men to me. Unfortunately, it was always the wrong type of man. The only men who weren't intimidated by me were often cocky, arrogant men so full of themselves that it was impossible for them to see or to notice anything else.
Deals went awry now and then, so my ability to use a weapon and to think on my fight grew in capabilities with experience. A couple of the delivery guys that worked with us got into frays more often than I did, so I spent a lot of time learning how to bandage up and care for wounds. You couldn't exactly go to a legitimate hospital after you were injured doing illegal sales deliveries.
My first run in with the Red Dragon Syndicate happened this year, though neither men that I would end up entangled with in the future were yet part of this Syndicate. The Elders were looking to acquire some more up to date weapons and being that weapon dealing had become our specialty, they eventually came seeking me.
At first I was a little nervous. I was only sixteen years of age, and while I had been doing unsavory and illegal things to run this business, I had never come up anything so organized as a syndicate. I knew the stories and the gossip and the truth of how these people lived. Honor above all - that was the Syndicate way. They would die and kill all for the sake of this honor regardless of any other feelings, logic, and etcetera.
The man I came to meet with that day was Kain. He worked somewhere under Mao in the scheme of things I learned later, but for now all I knew was that he was the guy who was supposed to meet me at the café. I sat there sipping a cup of hot tea and reading the paper when the blond man approached my table. He was dressed in a business suit and looked very clean cut. I would have never guessed him for a syndicate man, but then again I had never seen a syndicate man in person that I was aware of.
I put the paper down and smiled to him as he slid into the booth across from me at my table.
"They told me you would be the type of beautiful that was unforgettable, but I think they underestimated you." Were the first words out of his mouth as he stared across the table looking at me.
I was nearly tempted to ask him how many times he thought I heard that line, but this was business. It was not wise to piss of the customer and even less wise to piss of a syndicate member, I've heard tell. So instead I smiled sweetly forcing a tinge of blush to my cheeks at his compliment.
"Thank you." I said in a kind voice, passing him some papers folded in half that listed the current inventory we had our hands on. The waitress showed up to take his drink order then, and after she moved away he unfolded the paper to scan it.
His brows lifted slowly as he read, then looked up at me as he refolded the paper and slipped it into the coat pocket of his suit. "I think this will be rather acceptable." He said indicating to me that the prices on the page were also good.
I brought my cup of tea up to my lips for a sip watching him over the rim. "Payment is expected upon delivery." I added, not that I really worried about a syndicate especially one as large as the Red Dragon not paying.
He leaned forward across the table. It really made me feel uneasy, but with that coolness I always managed to show on the outside I just leaned forward toward him as well. "They want no delivery men, just you there to make the drop off." He whispered once his face was so close to mine that our lips were nearly touching when he spoke.
This was strictly against our policy, but Aunt Lois said before I came here that I might have to bend the rules for syndicate wishes. It made me nervous, but I nodded in agreement with my eyes never leaving his. "That can be arranged."
We sat there a moment longer that close to each other listening to each other breathe and nearly feeling each other's pulse. Then he leaned back, and I relaxed. "Saturday night at ten o'clock...Tharsis Old Road Warehouse."
I nodded then, and the waitress came to the table with his glass of water. He took two large gulps from it and then set the glass down. Very casually the man strode away from the table offering me a wink as he left.
The waitress came back over a few minutes later to warm up my hot tea with a refill. "He was a cute one. I bet you get a lot of cute ones." She sighed heavily and gave me a look that seemed to wish roles were reversed. If she only knew. If she only knew.
This is merely Spike's story told through Julia's eyes. This story should be viewed as a memoir book or autobiography of Julia until the point just before she meets up with Spike on that fateful day. All of it in the beginning would be written of Julia looking back in the past circa 2070. Picking up with the current series, she will write in it present time as if posting current entries. Then perhaps with Faye or Jet writing in the last chapters after Julia and Spike are gone.
In the future of this world, this book could be something archived in a museum or something similar on Mars. Where it serves as a history lesson - a lesson about the downfall of a legacy syndicate - a lesson about love and life - a lesson about love, trust, and betrayal. This story will attempt to detail Julia's past involvement with Vicious, Spike, and the Syndicate up to the point of their deaths in the shows.
I will have a listing/summary of characters involved in this story, as I will be introducing some that I have make up and do not appear in the episodes. I have also taken liberties with the past since much of it is so cryptic. As a guide, I used all the clues of flashbacks, timelines, and actual scenes from the series that I picked up along with being guided by the outline at Bebop Musings.
Negative criticism is welcome provided that it is constructive. So without further delay...
============================================================================ ======
-=First Entry: 2060=- Julia's Beginnings
I don't remember much about my childhood other than the fact I always seemed have a penchant for danger. In the direst of situations, I was the calm one, the one able to step in and take over and do what had to be done. This fact of my life brought me to where I am now, but I'll explain more once I've caught up to present day.
I have flashes of images of my parents, but I can't tell you their names or what planet I was even raised on. I only remember that we didn't have much and we were always on the run. My father, at least I think that was my father, taught me how to shoot guns. I had an Aunt Lois, though I have a nagging feeling she was not really my Aunt. She taught me how to utilize people as a network of information - how to obtain information, sort information, and interpret information if it was important enough.
This first entry is of my first memories that begin on Mars in the year 2060 while I was a teenager. I'm not sure at this point what happened to my parents, only that Aunt Lois was the only person left around from my childhood. Occasionally, I have flickers of images where something exploded. I seemed to have the feeling that my parents were in whatever exploded, but I don't ever see them in the images. There is only the aftermath of the destruction.
Anyway, I spent my days helping my Aunt Lois with the illegal goods trade business we ran. My job was to find the people to sell the illegal goods to, often weaponry, that we were able to purchase. My Aunt Lois handled all the suppliers. So if you want to look at it in a business way, I was the sales department and she acted as the purchasing department. There were a handful of others, but we weren't large enough to be considered a syndicate or anything. We were mainly vagabonds and drifters that were thrown together out of need.
My Aunt thought I would be best placed in selling, because mostly we dealt with men. What better sales pitch than a young, blond woman? I always felt that I was normal and average looking, but there was something that always attracted men to me. Unfortunately, it was always the wrong type of man. The only men who weren't intimidated by me were often cocky, arrogant men so full of themselves that it was impossible for them to see or to notice anything else.
Deals went awry now and then, so my ability to use a weapon and to think on my fight grew in capabilities with experience. A couple of the delivery guys that worked with us got into frays more often than I did, so I spent a lot of time learning how to bandage up and care for wounds. You couldn't exactly go to a legitimate hospital after you were injured doing illegal sales deliveries.
My first run in with the Red Dragon Syndicate happened this year, though neither men that I would end up entangled with in the future were yet part of this Syndicate. The Elders were looking to acquire some more up to date weapons and being that weapon dealing had become our specialty, they eventually came seeking me.
At first I was a little nervous. I was only sixteen years of age, and while I had been doing unsavory and illegal things to run this business, I had never come up anything so organized as a syndicate. I knew the stories and the gossip and the truth of how these people lived. Honor above all - that was the Syndicate way. They would die and kill all for the sake of this honor regardless of any other feelings, logic, and etcetera.
The man I came to meet with that day was Kain. He worked somewhere under Mao in the scheme of things I learned later, but for now all I knew was that he was the guy who was supposed to meet me at the café. I sat there sipping a cup of hot tea and reading the paper when the blond man approached my table. He was dressed in a business suit and looked very clean cut. I would have never guessed him for a syndicate man, but then again I had never seen a syndicate man in person that I was aware of.
I put the paper down and smiled to him as he slid into the booth across from me at my table.
"They told me you would be the type of beautiful that was unforgettable, but I think they underestimated you." Were the first words out of his mouth as he stared across the table looking at me.
I was nearly tempted to ask him how many times he thought I heard that line, but this was business. It was not wise to piss of the customer and even less wise to piss of a syndicate member, I've heard tell. So instead I smiled sweetly forcing a tinge of blush to my cheeks at his compliment.
"Thank you." I said in a kind voice, passing him some papers folded in half that listed the current inventory we had our hands on. The waitress showed up to take his drink order then, and after she moved away he unfolded the paper to scan it.
His brows lifted slowly as he read, then looked up at me as he refolded the paper and slipped it into the coat pocket of his suit. "I think this will be rather acceptable." He said indicating to me that the prices on the page were also good.
I brought my cup of tea up to my lips for a sip watching him over the rim. "Payment is expected upon delivery." I added, not that I really worried about a syndicate especially one as large as the Red Dragon not paying.
He leaned forward across the table. It really made me feel uneasy, but with that coolness I always managed to show on the outside I just leaned forward toward him as well. "They want no delivery men, just you there to make the drop off." He whispered once his face was so close to mine that our lips were nearly touching when he spoke.
This was strictly against our policy, but Aunt Lois said before I came here that I might have to bend the rules for syndicate wishes. It made me nervous, but I nodded in agreement with my eyes never leaving his. "That can be arranged."
We sat there a moment longer that close to each other listening to each other breathe and nearly feeling each other's pulse. Then he leaned back, and I relaxed. "Saturday night at ten o'clock...Tharsis Old Road Warehouse."
I nodded then, and the waitress came to the table with his glass of water. He took two large gulps from it and then set the glass down. Very casually the man strode away from the table offering me a wink as he left.
The waitress came back over a few minutes later to warm up my hot tea with a refill. "He was a cute one. I bet you get a lot of cute ones." She sighed heavily and gave me a look that seemed to wish roles were reversed. If she only knew. If she only knew.