So, this is my first and, so far, only, Trigun fanfic. I really appreciate reviews, and, if anyone feels really up to it, story art. I looooove story art! Please enjoy.
The Fall
The ships rumbled, groaned, and swerved as they lost control and began falling off course. Emergency sirens and red flashing lights filled every room and hallway. Rem, on the mothership, was frantically working at fixing the problem and keeping Vash and Knives safe. However, on another ship, she wasn't the only one not in a sleep chamber.
"What's happened?" a man shouted, looking around. He wore a white labcoat, like the rest of the personel on the much smaller ship. The man that was in charge of the small crew of the small vessel replied as he ran down the corridor.
"A virus has been planted in the mothership's control and navigational systems! Rem's working on fixing it, but she might not be able make it in time!" Then he pointed in the direction he'd come from. "Get it into an emergency shuttle and deploy it immediately!"
"Yes sir!"
The man ran as quickly as he could, sirens still blaring and an automated voice, saying something about an emergency situation, droning from the reached a room and, upon opening it, entered a smaller version of the meadow that was in the mothership. He ran to the highest place there was (which was only a small hill) and found what he was looking for.
"Quickly, come with me!"
A little girl, who didn't look much older than about six, looked at him and smiled widely.
"Okay!"
He wound up carrying the child to the shuttle since she couldn't keep up with him.
"What's happening?" she inquired, sensing something terribly wrong.
"Sit down and strap yourself into the harness! Don't unbuckle it until you land, no matter what!"
She did as she was told, then became panicked as the man started closing the door. "Wait! Wait, aren't you coming, too?"
The door closed, and shortly after that there was a jolt as the shuttle detached itself from the main ship and began making its way to the planet. The girl sat back and stared forward at the empty seat in front of her and began to softly cry. She couldn't say that she really liked the people on that ship, because they did what they called "experiments" (if she remembered the word correctly) and they either hurt or made her feel funny. But she didn't like feeling completely and utterly alone, either.
Suddeny, she heard a frightening noise, and unbuckeld herself to look out the window. She saw a bunch of spaceships explode, including the one she was on only moments ago. Before she could think of much of anything, the shockwave had hit the shuttle she was in, and she was thrown back harshly and her head hit the wall, knocking her unconscious.
Present Day
Vash, who had managed to ditch Meryl and Millie (for the moment, anyway), was now sitting at a table in a small restaurant, having arrived in a new town a short while ago. He was near the back of the place, since he had a new bounty on his head, which, coincidentally (or maybe not), was the same offered amount that had been on it before.
"Here's your order, sir."
Looking at the plate set in front of him, Vash's eyes lit up. Four salmon sandwiches lay on the round piece of porcelain. "Great! Thanks very much, ma'am!"
You were strolling leisurely through the town toward a small restaurant that you visited often. It was a place where travellers tended to go so there was often some good tidbits of news to be picked up from anyone who likes to eavesdrop, like you. On your way, several children stopped and said hello to you; you'd been popular with the children from almost the first moment you had arrived in the little town because you took the time to play with them, and every once in a while treat them when you could afford it.
After a few more minutes, you arrived at the restaurant and walked in. A few of the patrons were regulars that lived in the town, and they waved at you, as did the woman behind the counter. You returned their greatings, then, walking toward the woman, looked for a place to sit.
"Crowded today, isn't it, Mary?" you remarked, having no success in finding an empty table.
"Yeah, it's been like this for a couple days now, it's great!" Mary replied with a smile, "The more business, the better!"
"True." Leaning against the counter on the shortest end of the booth where no chairs were, you sighed. "Can I just sit here?"
"No way! That's where the counter lifts up to let me out!"
"I'll move when you need me to!" you argued, "I just wanna sit down while I have somethin' to eat, that's all!"
Mary looked at you apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, but if I got caught letting you do that then I'd probably get fired."
"Fiiiinnne," you sighed dejectedly. Then you looked at Mary with a smirk. "Gimme a smoothie and somethin' to munch on, then, so I'll have something to snack on while I'm being a pest."
Mary dead-panned, then asked, "What kind do you want?"
"Surprise me!"
"You know, one of these days you're gonna start havin' to act your age," Mary scolded playfully, then turned to get your order.
"Yeah, yeah, I... wait a minute!" you exclaimed, "Just how friggin' old do I look?" Chapter end.