After Cowboy Bebop.
Ed ran past broken satellites and broken class. Her feet kicked up old dirt and dulled glass. She was running, but from what? Ein was following just behind. Ed ran down a hill of broken history. As the dirt cleared, something began to appear in the back. It gleamed in the Earth's sun, but the object seemed old and warring. Slashed with lined of dirt and mud over its red paint, its front glass blue and cracked. The machine looked as if it had been through hell, yet it seemed honorable. It was a truck of some kind, for it had large wheels (the ones that make it move.) Ed tripped and fell. She screamed with fear. She grasped Ein as they rolled down the hill. The rolling toward a large piece of metal pointed and sharp. They would roll into it, and be killed because there was nothing they could do. The truck sped up, blue flames shot out of the back, and the truck was in mid air for a moment as it went down the hill. While in mid air, the driver's seat door flung open and somebody reached out and grabbed Ed, her white thank top shirt was stuck on the sharp metal, but the truck was bar powerful enough and the hand strong enough not to let go of Ed. Ed's shirt was ripped off and left behind. " That was way to close. You should be more careful, friend," said a man wearing a blue jean long sleeved shirt. Ed was still grasping Ein and her face was buried between Ein the dog's front legs, not realizing she wasn't rolling down the hill. " Hey, are you okay?" the man put his hand on Ed's back. She jumped, and then gasped. She looked around dumbfounded. She was in the passenger seat of the truck that was chasing her. The man driving seemed friendly. He had blonde hair and wore a tan cowboy hat. He wore a blue jean outfit. Ed then realized she didn't have anything on but her usual black spandex short- shorts. She gasped and surprisingly thought, " I'm with out a shirt!" She must have learned that from Faye because she never seemed to be big on that type of thing.
Part 2: Chapter 1~
Just to clear thing up if you are not familiar with a lot of Cowboy Bebop, Ed is about 5 foot nothing, my guess is she weighs about 85 pounds. In the series she appears tall and thin, but in bio in the beginning of the manga it makes reference of her being short, so I made an estimate from combining her bio and appearance. She is 13 years old, born January 1,2058, on Earth. Her blood type is AB, she was born on earth. She has red hair, a big smile and really little boobs. She covered what little she had to cover with her arms and hand. The man laughed and told her he didn't care. " But can I please have something to cover man~ man?" she said in a rhythmic way. "Sure, I don't see why not. Open the doors behind you, go to the very back, and pick one out." Ed did so until she came to open the drawer. All the cloths was women' cloths. The smelled of mildew and tin, like the small metal box they were in. A picture was on top, of a woman with hazel nut eyes, and long brown hair. Ed looked for a moment, and then tossed it aside. She pulled out a bra, far to big for her. She tried putting it on anyway, and it slid down to her waste. She walked back to the man. They were going down an open rode. " Can you tighten?" "Sure darling'" He hoisted it up and pulled the strap in the back. Some way, the cup size shrank and became tighter as he pulled. It was finally comfortable, but almost completely transparent. " Why did you capture me?" Ed asked. " I'm taking you to mars, along with a bunch of other kids. Nobody should still be on this old mud ball called Earth. Lets see, you are number 71! Mars, a nice place, just like how Earth used to be." "Who was that woman, in the box~ box?" The cowboy's face suddenly went straight. That is my wife. She is 3 years gone. Damn shame. Killed here on Earth, shot by a bounty hunter. She was mistaken for someone else, when she refused to go with them, the shot her, then me. I lived, though. Tears were in the man's eyes. " I know bounty hunters! Jet Black, Spike Spiegel, and Faye- Faye Valentine!" The man turned and looked. " What did oh- say Jet Black look like?" "He is big and funny. Funny beard he does have, not down, but sideways. He has robot arm, robot arm!" " Not the one. How about Spike Spiegel?" " He tall and thin. Have Afro, black and wears blue suit!" " Never mind, he was neither of those. He couldn't be Faye Valentine 'cuz that's a girl name. The ship- truck stopped. " What is your name?" " The name is Shane, that's all, call me Shane". He tipped his hat mashed some buttons and pulled back the steering wheel. "Thruster point down," said a metallic voice voice from deep within the ship. Ed looked around to see who it was. Shane just kept looking straight. He wrinkled, callused finger pressed one lone button, and he held it long and in a precautious manner, as if it had a hidden power, an ominous one at that. A dust cloud erupted around the ship everything went dark, then, seemingly a force of gravity was pushing them down into their metal seats. Then the ship looked down upon Earth. A burst then went, and then they were slowly drifting. " This old warthog make look tarnished and bulky, but I would trust my life with her. She must be one of the finest ships in the galaxy.
Ed ran past broken satellites and broken class. Her feet kicked up old dirt and dulled glass. She was running, but from what? Ein was following just behind. Ed ran down a hill of broken history. As the dirt cleared, something began to appear in the back. It gleamed in the Earth's sun, but the object seemed old and warring. Slashed with lined of dirt and mud over its red paint, its front glass blue and cracked. The machine looked as if it had been through hell, yet it seemed honorable. It was a truck of some kind, for it had large wheels (the ones that make it move.) Ed tripped and fell. She screamed with fear. She grasped Ein as they rolled down the hill. The rolling toward a large piece of metal pointed and sharp. They would roll into it, and be killed because there was nothing they could do. The truck sped up, blue flames shot out of the back, and the truck was in mid air for a moment as it went down the hill. While in mid air, the driver's seat door flung open and somebody reached out and grabbed Ed, her white thank top shirt was stuck on the sharp metal, but the truck was bar powerful enough and the hand strong enough not to let go of Ed. Ed's shirt was ripped off and left behind. " That was way to close. You should be more careful, friend," said a man wearing a blue jean long sleeved shirt. Ed was still grasping Ein and her face was buried between Ein the dog's front legs, not realizing she wasn't rolling down the hill. " Hey, are you okay?" the man put his hand on Ed's back. She jumped, and then gasped. She looked around dumbfounded. She was in the passenger seat of the truck that was chasing her. The man driving seemed friendly. He had blonde hair and wore a tan cowboy hat. He wore a blue jean outfit. Ed then realized she didn't have anything on but her usual black spandex short- shorts. She gasped and surprisingly thought, " I'm with out a shirt!" She must have learned that from Faye because she never seemed to be big on that type of thing.
Part 2: Chapter 1~
Just to clear thing up if you are not familiar with a lot of Cowboy Bebop, Ed is about 5 foot nothing, my guess is she weighs about 85 pounds. In the series she appears tall and thin, but in bio in the beginning of the manga it makes reference of her being short, so I made an estimate from combining her bio and appearance. She is 13 years old, born January 1,2058, on Earth. Her blood type is AB, she was born on earth. She has red hair, a big smile and really little boobs. She covered what little she had to cover with her arms and hand. The man laughed and told her he didn't care. " But can I please have something to cover man~ man?" she said in a rhythmic way. "Sure, I don't see why not. Open the doors behind you, go to the very back, and pick one out." Ed did so until she came to open the drawer. All the cloths was women' cloths. The smelled of mildew and tin, like the small metal box they were in. A picture was on top, of a woman with hazel nut eyes, and long brown hair. Ed looked for a moment, and then tossed it aside. She pulled out a bra, far to big for her. She tried putting it on anyway, and it slid down to her waste. She walked back to the man. They were going down an open rode. " Can you tighten?" "Sure darling'" He hoisted it up and pulled the strap in the back. Some way, the cup size shrank and became tighter as he pulled. It was finally comfortable, but almost completely transparent. " Why did you capture me?" Ed asked. " I'm taking you to mars, along with a bunch of other kids. Nobody should still be on this old mud ball called Earth. Lets see, you are number 71! Mars, a nice place, just like how Earth used to be." "Who was that woman, in the box~ box?" The cowboy's face suddenly went straight. That is my wife. She is 3 years gone. Damn shame. Killed here on Earth, shot by a bounty hunter. She was mistaken for someone else, when she refused to go with them, the shot her, then me. I lived, though. Tears were in the man's eyes. " I know bounty hunters! Jet Black, Spike Spiegel, and Faye- Faye Valentine!" The man turned and looked. " What did oh- say Jet Black look like?" "He is big and funny. Funny beard he does have, not down, but sideways. He has robot arm, robot arm!" " Not the one. How about Spike Spiegel?" " He tall and thin. Have Afro, black and wears blue suit!" " Never mind, he was neither of those. He couldn't be Faye Valentine 'cuz that's a girl name. The ship- truck stopped. " What is your name?" " The name is Shane, that's all, call me Shane". He tipped his hat mashed some buttons and pulled back the steering wheel. "Thruster point down," said a metallic voice voice from deep within the ship. Ed looked around to see who it was. Shane just kept looking straight. He wrinkled, callused finger pressed one lone button, and he held it long and in a precautious manner, as if it had a hidden power, an ominous one at that. A dust cloud erupted around the ship everything went dark, then, seemingly a force of gravity was pushing them down into their metal seats. Then the ship looked down upon Earth. A burst then went, and then they were slowly drifting. " This old warthog make look tarnished and bulky, but I would trust my life with her. She must be one of the finest ships in the galaxy.