Title- None Yet lol

Rating- T-M (Undecided yet)

Summary- The Stargate sends Jack and the team to a planet where the Bebop crew is in the middle of going after a bounty. Hijacks happen. Shenanigans ensue. All of that good stuff. Post tRFB for Cowboy Bebop, somewhere during Season 7 Stargate SG-1 wise so Jack is still the team leader. Cowboy Bebop-Centric story, Mostly from the point of view of the Bebop Crew.

"Chevron seven is locked on!" Walters' voice echoed through the gate room, the familiar whoosh of the event horizon echoing, bringing about the glittery, ocean-like wormhole connecting earth to a totally different planet.

Jack, Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c filed into the room, dressed in their off-world gear, P 90's and a staff weapon at their disposal, all eyes on the event horizon before them. They all shared a glance, Sam and Jack's lingering on each other a little longer than the others, and then headed toward the gate.

"Alright, lets go team! Nothing could go wrong!" Jack said sarcastically, Sam and Daniel sharing a smirk, while Teal'c just raised an eyebrow. It was common knowledge that Jack didn't like what the MALP stats had been like, and didn't much approve of them going, but someone had to.

Without hesitation, they all stepped through the horizon, ready for anything the new planet could throw at them, or so they thought.

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Spike growled as he rolled for cover behind a tree. Faye was to his right, still returning fire on the bounty that they were chasing, her teeth bared in a snarl. They had chased their bounty out of the city and into the surrounding forest.

Jet, who was back on the Bebop, could hear the gunfire through the comms in both Spike and Faye's ears, and he cringed.

"What the hell happened back there, Spike?" Faye screeched over the comm. device. Spike shrugged, grinning goofily.

"I was improvising, what can I say?" He replied, chuckling at Faye's responding string of curses.

"If that's what you call improvising, I'd hate to see how you would handle it if everything had gone smoothly." Jet muttered, more to himself then the others, but they still heard him all the same. Spike shook his head.

"Alright fine. You want me to make things right? Cover me." He replied nonchalantly as he stood, and moseyed out into the middle of the fire fight, one hand in his pocket, the gun dangling off his other hand's index finger, dodging bullets without even trying to as he moved.

Suddenly, Spike caught sight in the peripheral of his artificial eye the big ring shaped object a ways to their left beginning to move, the strange symbols on its sides lighting up in what seemed to be a certain pattern. Deciding to ignore it, Spike continued to move as Faye covered him from behind, the three people in front having ceased fire when he got close enough, most likely out of fear of what he would do.

The two body guards jumped from where they were hidden, both ready to attack. Everyone was so intently focused that none of them noticed when something shot out from the center of the ring, and then it was filled with a blue, water-like substance.

Spike stood before the two body guards, his stance slouched, his hands in his pockets, an unlit cigarette hanging from between his lips, his eyes lazily looking over the two men. They were both the same height as him, and both bulky with muscle they undoubtedly spent years in a gym to get. Both were dressed in fancy black suits, and cracking their knuckles as they stared down at Spike, amused.

"You think you can take us, Skinny?" The one to the right questioned, the one on the left laughing as they took in Spike's casual appearance. Dressed in his blue suit and rumpled yellow shirt, slouched posture, with fuzzy hair to boot, Faye guessed they thought he was a small fry, but they didn't know Spike Spiegel, obviously.

Spike's head tilted a tiny bit, his mouth slightly agape. If he didn't know better, he would say they could have been twins, but he guessed that with all of the henchmen he had seen in his life as a bounty hunter, and in the syndicate, they all started to blend together.

He shrugged in answer to their question, a grin slowly creeping across his face, yet his eyes stayed slightly hooded, as if he could care less about the two seemingly threatening men before him. It was a creepy combination.

"Bring it on, then."

A/N

Well, what did you think? :D This is only a snippet of what I have so far, the whole thing is 23 Pages and counting! Thats 10513 words O.O Yeah, its pretty big, and its still growing! I won't post it though, unless people show an interest in the story and want me to post more ;P Give me some reviews if you want more! :D

-DestielMinion