~ Autumn In Ganymede ~
(This fanfic is going to be set up like a session, so you can follow it better. It takes place a short time before "Asteroid Blues". Since I am a huge fan of the Cowboy Bebop music and own all the CDs, I am going to state which background music is on during each important scene. If you don't know the music of Bebop or which songs I am referring to, I suggest you download them. Or, help the music industry and buy them! Here it is, my first fanfic!)
Session #0: Autumn In Ganymede
Chapter One - On The Run
"Get out, you no good theif!" The irate store owner grabbed Spike by the collar of his blue jacket, ready to induce some physical harm to Spike for his thievery. Sure, the store owner wouldn't really miss one packet of condensed food; but Spike had let himself get caught. Big mistake.
"I dnnt hoff aneefin!" Spike pleaded through a full mouth. The condensed food tasted like cardboard anyway, but since he hadn't eaten in several days, it tasted good enough. He took a large swallow, clearing his mouth, and then repeated his plea. "I don't have anything! Let me go!" At this, the store owner reached into Spike's back pocket and pulled out a half-eaten condensed food capsule, with most of the wrapping still around it. Spike grinned sheepishly, his mind already drawing up his escape plan. "Whoops! How did that get there? Heh, heh," Spike looked into the eyes of the man, distressed at the anger present there. He tried a different excuse. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. I thought it was a free sample. I grew up on Mars, and each store there gives out a free sample. You don't do that here on Ganymede?" At that, the man glowered angrily. The store owner spat as he retorted, "I grew up on Mars too, you thieving liar. The only thing free on Mars is trouble."
Spike had to agree with him there. Since he had escaped Mars, only two months before, he had done a lot of thinking. And all he had seen on Mars was trouble. Now, everyone there thought he was dead. And Julia was... he didn't know. Now was certainly not the time to reminisce. The big man was tightening his grip on Spike's neck.
"Oh... well, Mister, maybe you can sympathize with me! Life on Mars is rough, no?" The man said nothing. Spike realized it was now or never, for a few people were starting to watch. Apparently this satellite didn't have any trouble with petty theft. Spike made a shocked face, gasping in horror at something just over the man's shoulder. "Sir, what the hell is THAT?" The dull-witted man turned around instantly and as he did, Spike lept for the door. He was there in two steps of his long legs, and he made it a point to knock over a tall display on his way out.
(Music - "Too Good Too Bad")
As he dashed out of the mini-mart, he heard the big man yelling. He turned around and saw the man come out of the store holding a double-barrel shotgun. "Great," muttered Spike. Right then, he slammed into a large, bald man who was walking out of the alley in front of him. He seemed to have metal over one of his eyes, and Spike immediatly thought of his own glass eye. The man also had a metal arm. He seemed to Spike to be one tough mother. Spike tried to run past him on the sidewalk, but the man held him by the shoulders with his massive hands. "What are you running around the streets of Ganymede for! Slow down, kid!" The big man's voice was gruff but showed compassion. Spike replied, "Saving my ass. Again." With this Spike squirmed away from the man and sprinted down the busy sidewalk. Jumping over garbage cans, leaping over carts, and dodging pedestrians. A shot fired, a cartridge whooshing over Spike's head. Spike ducked under a hover-car, then rolled past an ISSP officer. The officer stepped in line with the shop owner and his assistant as they gave chase. Spike jumped into an alley, ran around a dumpster, popped out of the alley... and right into a traffic jam. Spike slid over the hood of a sleek sportscar, denting the flawless bodywork, and recieving an enraged insult from the driver and his lady friend. The cop came out of the alley first, firing a shot at Spike and hitting the same sportscar in the back windshield. Another angry call.from the driver, something about a lawyer, but the cop paid him no heed. The store owner raised his shotgun. Spike had nowhere to run. He started to raise his arms in the air, wondering what kind of punishment he was going to get. If, that was, the store owner didn't shoot him outright.
"There we are, kid. Nowhere to go, except downtown. Officer, I have this boy on theft, property damage, and trying to escape the police." Spike sneered at them. "Oh, yeah? That's nothing compared to what I have seen. Officer, this guy had rough handling of a citizen, property damage, and wielding of a firearm in public." The ISSP man glared at the store owner, who gave his best attempt at a 'Who, me?" look. The cop, who obviously was frustrated easily and had little patience, proclaimed "Alright, enough! I'm taking you both down to the station!" As he started across the street towards Spike, a battered up truck swerved into his path. The cop couldn't get around him on the crowded street, and he howled in anger as Spike escaped down the street. Spike chanced a look back, and saw the robotic-armed man from before, smiling at him.
Spike let his shoeless foot swing off the dock, his toes dipping into the icy water. His jacket lay on the dock next to him, and his tie was hanging loose around his neck. He gazed out at the bright reflection of Jupiter on the horizon. As the moon rotated and the sun disappeared from sight, Jupiter's bright red reflection cast eerie shadows on the water. Ganymede is a truly beautiful place, thought Spike. As beautiful as a place as he could hope to be, after leaving his life behind on Mars. Spike reflected for some time, sitting there on the dock. About Vicious... about the Red Dragon Syndicate... about Julia...
Spike decided to go to a bar and drink away his troubles.
Stay Tuned For Chapter Two - A Chance Encounter
(This fanfic is going to be set up like a session, so you can follow it better. It takes place a short time before "Asteroid Blues". Since I am a huge fan of the Cowboy Bebop music and own all the CDs, I am going to state which background music is on during each important scene. If you don't know the music of Bebop or which songs I am referring to, I suggest you download them. Or, help the music industry and buy them! Here it is, my first fanfic!)
Session #0: Autumn In Ganymede
Chapter One - On The Run
"Get out, you no good theif!" The irate store owner grabbed Spike by the collar of his blue jacket, ready to induce some physical harm to Spike for his thievery. Sure, the store owner wouldn't really miss one packet of condensed food; but Spike had let himself get caught. Big mistake.
"I dnnt hoff aneefin!" Spike pleaded through a full mouth. The condensed food tasted like cardboard anyway, but since he hadn't eaten in several days, it tasted good enough. He took a large swallow, clearing his mouth, and then repeated his plea. "I don't have anything! Let me go!" At this, the store owner reached into Spike's back pocket and pulled out a half-eaten condensed food capsule, with most of the wrapping still around it. Spike grinned sheepishly, his mind already drawing up his escape plan. "Whoops! How did that get there? Heh, heh," Spike looked into the eyes of the man, distressed at the anger present there. He tried a different excuse. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. I thought it was a free sample. I grew up on Mars, and each store there gives out a free sample. You don't do that here on Ganymede?" At that, the man glowered angrily. The store owner spat as he retorted, "I grew up on Mars too, you thieving liar. The only thing free on Mars is trouble."
Spike had to agree with him there. Since he had escaped Mars, only two months before, he had done a lot of thinking. And all he had seen on Mars was trouble. Now, everyone there thought he was dead. And Julia was... he didn't know. Now was certainly not the time to reminisce. The big man was tightening his grip on Spike's neck.
"Oh... well, Mister, maybe you can sympathize with me! Life on Mars is rough, no?" The man said nothing. Spike realized it was now or never, for a few people were starting to watch. Apparently this satellite didn't have any trouble with petty theft. Spike made a shocked face, gasping in horror at something just over the man's shoulder. "Sir, what the hell is THAT?" The dull-witted man turned around instantly and as he did, Spike lept for the door. He was there in two steps of his long legs, and he made it a point to knock over a tall display on his way out.
(Music - "Too Good Too Bad")
As he dashed out of the mini-mart, he heard the big man yelling. He turned around and saw the man come out of the store holding a double-barrel shotgun. "Great," muttered Spike. Right then, he slammed into a large, bald man who was walking out of the alley in front of him. He seemed to have metal over one of his eyes, and Spike immediatly thought of his own glass eye. The man also had a metal arm. He seemed to Spike to be one tough mother. Spike tried to run past him on the sidewalk, but the man held him by the shoulders with his massive hands. "What are you running around the streets of Ganymede for! Slow down, kid!" The big man's voice was gruff but showed compassion. Spike replied, "Saving my ass. Again." With this Spike squirmed away from the man and sprinted down the busy sidewalk. Jumping over garbage cans, leaping over carts, and dodging pedestrians. A shot fired, a cartridge whooshing over Spike's head. Spike ducked under a hover-car, then rolled past an ISSP officer. The officer stepped in line with the shop owner and his assistant as they gave chase. Spike jumped into an alley, ran around a dumpster, popped out of the alley... and right into a traffic jam. Spike slid over the hood of a sleek sportscar, denting the flawless bodywork, and recieving an enraged insult from the driver and his lady friend. The cop came out of the alley first, firing a shot at Spike and hitting the same sportscar in the back windshield. Another angry call.from the driver, something about a lawyer, but the cop paid him no heed. The store owner raised his shotgun. Spike had nowhere to run. He started to raise his arms in the air, wondering what kind of punishment he was going to get. If, that was, the store owner didn't shoot him outright.
"There we are, kid. Nowhere to go, except downtown. Officer, I have this boy on theft, property damage, and trying to escape the police." Spike sneered at them. "Oh, yeah? That's nothing compared to what I have seen. Officer, this guy had rough handling of a citizen, property damage, and wielding of a firearm in public." The ISSP man glared at the store owner, who gave his best attempt at a 'Who, me?" look. The cop, who obviously was frustrated easily and had little patience, proclaimed "Alright, enough! I'm taking you both down to the station!" As he started across the street towards Spike, a battered up truck swerved into his path. The cop couldn't get around him on the crowded street, and he howled in anger as Spike escaped down the street. Spike chanced a look back, and saw the robotic-armed man from before, smiling at him.
Spike let his shoeless foot swing off the dock, his toes dipping into the icy water. His jacket lay on the dock next to him, and his tie was hanging loose around his neck. He gazed out at the bright reflection of Jupiter on the horizon. As the moon rotated and the sun disappeared from sight, Jupiter's bright red reflection cast eerie shadows on the water. Ganymede is a truly beautiful place, thought Spike. As beautiful as a place as he could hope to be, after leaving his life behind on Mars. Spike reflected for some time, sitting there on the dock. About Vicious... about the Red Dragon Syndicate... about Julia...
Spike decided to go to a bar and drink away his troubles.
Stay Tuned For Chapter Two - A Chance Encounter