The Bebop universe is wide and vast, so many songs are singing, here is the begining note to a long Elegy...
In 2072: in the universe.....
A boy quietly sits by a campfire, staring up at the stars as they shimmer in the sky. An old man sits across from him on the other side of the fire. He has his eyes closed, and yet, he sees exactly what the boy sees. He has studied the stars just like the boy does now, and he no longer has to trust his eyes to see him, only his heart.
The boy's eyes wander across space, until he fixes them on a star. His eyes grow big as he realizes something.
The old man opens his eyes and says, "Yes, Running Horse."
The boy turned to the old man and said, "I have been studying the stars for days, and I have noticed that one of the stars has become brighter and brighter with each passing of the moon. What does it mean?"
The elder one closes his eyes and studies the stars in his heart. After a moment, he opens his eyes and says, "That star is a great warrior, who has begun a great quest."
"What kind of quest is it?"
"A quest to find the truth about the world around him, and a quest to find the truth within himself..."
The elder one then closed his eyes and thought to himself, 'However, a star burns brightest just before it falls.'
He then sang an ancient song of prayer, a song that echoed throught the cannyons. A song of hope, for the mysterious warrior...
A Hevanly Elegy.....
A dimily lit room, left in tones of grey by a small crack of sunlight peeking through the window. A figure lying in bed, quietly awakens and sits up. He doesn't complain about the early hour, he just quietly walks towards the closet. He passes by pictures of random people in suits, all of them shaking hands or smiling with the same person. When he came up to the closet door, he looked to his left to see a man in a black suit shaking the hand of a young man in the same suit. He turned away in disgust.
He oppened up the closet door, grabbed his jacket, and looked down at a strange box on the ground. He stared at the box for a long time, sighed, and got down to open the box. He opened it up to reveal a picture of a woman, a man, a boy, and a little girl. Also in the box was a broken sword that glistened in the sunlight that was now pouring doown through the window.
This strange figure that stood over the box, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Forgive me."
Session 1: A Dim Hope
Chapter 1...
He opened the glass doors to the ISSP station. They greeted him with a small creek, and a muffled thud as he closed the door. He walked through the long hallways, with doors on either side.
He passed by the lobby where the secretary greeted him with a warm, "Hey John."
John gave a quick wave to her. He kept on walking down the hallway, giving quick nods and waves to people as they welcomed him. John got to the end of the hallway, and opened the door to his office. John hung up his coat on the coat hanger next to the door. He sat down at his desk with a relaxed sigh and kicked his feet up onto the table. His eyes gazed across the assortment of pictures and momentos that littered his desk. Pictures of old friends, relatives, people that he barely remebered anymore.
After about 5 minutes of relaxing, he put his feet back on the ground and shuffled through some papers that had been left on his desk by someone. As he looked through the papers, one by one, the cheerful demenior that he had started the day with slowly turned to rage.
"God Dammit!" he said throwing down the pile of papers, "What the hell is wrong with this place. What the hell is wrong with Kreg. It seems that evey other report he gives me is Syndacatte cover up. Isn't there at least one honest cop in this place besides me?"
John kicked the table in frustration, and sent the items on his desk crashing to the ground. He stared at all the things that he had fallen to the floor, and let out a sigh. He got up, grabbed his jacket, and walked out of the ISSP building without a word to those that were wondering what had happened. He walked down the block, muttering to himself something about, "What is the world coming to..."
He turned the corner and saw his favorite diner, Martha's. They made the best pancakes in the world, and on a day like this, he needed some good pancakes...
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"Hey Scott, are ya awake yet?"
Scott cast his normal pissed off stare at Ryan who was peeking his head in the door. He was sitting on his bed, only in his pants and undershirt.
With a sigh, Scott said, "You know Ryan, most people knock when they come in the room."
Ryan opened up the door completely, leaned against the doorway and said, "Yeah, well if you haven't noticed, I'm not most people and neither are you."
"Yeah, yeah."
"So," Scott said, standing up and putting his shirt on, " why the heck are you barging into my room like that?"
"You of all people should know Scott. Its your 21st birthday genius, I'd think that of all people you would be excited. Especially considering that today is the day you become a full fledged member of the Syndacatte. Scott Jones, Syndacatte low-life. Its got a ring to it."
"Eh, I don't care much for birthdays," Scott said slipping on his jacket.
"Well, its not like you can avoid it."
"Oh yeah? Watch me..." Scott said, reaching for the window sill.
"Are you going to pull another one of your famous stunts, Scott?"
"Of course not."
Scott opened the window sill and jumped out onto the fire escape.
"I'll be at Martha's. For a day like this, I'm going to need some good pancakes."
Scott then jumped off the fire escape. Ryan ran to the window to try to talk him out of it, but it was to late, Scott was already out of sight...
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Martha's. A nice little corner side diner, it is practically world renowned for its wonderful homemade pancakes. When you live in a time period where everything is prepackaged, freezed-dried, or concentrated, its nice to have some homemade cooking every now and then. There were two entrances on either side of the diner. John entered on the left, Scott entered on the right. They both had their eyes focused on the ground. They sat down at the same booth with out even seeing each other.
The waitress came over, and before she could say a word both men said in a gruff voice, "3 pancakes, cup of a coffee, 2 lumps of sugar."
The waitress just stood there for a second, trying to figure out what the heck was going on. It was especially weird to see a man in an ISSP jacket sitting down with a person in a Black Hawk jacket. They usually didn't make their meetings so public. She dismissed it, and went off to get their order. They still didn't realized there was another person sitting right in front of them, they were too busy worrying about their own problems.
The waitress delivered their food, and walked off giving them a suspicious stare. They both took a drink of their coffee, and sighed as they put down their mug. They both went for the powdered sugar. They looked up to see each other for the first time. There was an odd bit of silence. When John saw the Black Hawk symbol on Scott's jacket, he stood up and pulled out his gun. Scott picked up the sugar shaker and sprinkled it over his pancakes.
John aimed his gun at Scott's forehead and said, "Whoever you are, you are under arrest for being in the Black Hawk Syndacatte."
Scott stabbed one of the pancakes with his fork, and shoved it in his mouth. In between chewing he said, "Yeah right"
"What? Do you think I'm joking?"
Scott stabbed the second pancake, shoved it in his mouth and said, "Its too early for this."
"Stop ignoring me. I'm not gonna take this shit."
Scott swallowed the third pancake and said, "Nice eating with you."
He stood up and walked out of the door, leaving John holding his gun with a shocked look on his face. John quickly shook it off and chased after Scott...
End of Chapter 1.....
And so it begins...
In 2072: in the universe.....
A boy quietly sits by a campfire, staring up at the stars as they shimmer in the sky. An old man sits across from him on the other side of the fire. He has his eyes closed, and yet, he sees exactly what the boy sees. He has studied the stars just like the boy does now, and he no longer has to trust his eyes to see him, only his heart.
The boy's eyes wander across space, until he fixes them on a star. His eyes grow big as he realizes something.
The old man opens his eyes and says, "Yes, Running Horse."
The boy turned to the old man and said, "I have been studying the stars for days, and I have noticed that one of the stars has become brighter and brighter with each passing of the moon. What does it mean?"
The elder one closes his eyes and studies the stars in his heart. After a moment, he opens his eyes and says, "That star is a great warrior, who has begun a great quest."
"What kind of quest is it?"
"A quest to find the truth about the world around him, and a quest to find the truth within himself..."
The elder one then closed his eyes and thought to himself, 'However, a star burns brightest just before it falls.'
He then sang an ancient song of prayer, a song that echoed throught the cannyons. A song of hope, for the mysterious warrior...
A Hevanly Elegy.....
A dimily lit room, left in tones of grey by a small crack of sunlight peeking through the window. A figure lying in bed, quietly awakens and sits up. He doesn't complain about the early hour, he just quietly walks towards the closet. He passes by pictures of random people in suits, all of them shaking hands or smiling with the same person. When he came up to the closet door, he looked to his left to see a man in a black suit shaking the hand of a young man in the same suit. He turned away in disgust.
He oppened up the closet door, grabbed his jacket, and looked down at a strange box on the ground. He stared at the box for a long time, sighed, and got down to open the box. He opened it up to reveal a picture of a woman, a man, a boy, and a little girl. Also in the box was a broken sword that glistened in the sunlight that was now pouring doown through the window.
This strange figure that stood over the box, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Forgive me."
Session 1: A Dim Hope
Chapter 1...
He opened the glass doors to the ISSP station. They greeted him with a small creek, and a muffled thud as he closed the door. He walked through the long hallways, with doors on either side.
He passed by the lobby where the secretary greeted him with a warm, "Hey John."
John gave a quick wave to her. He kept on walking down the hallway, giving quick nods and waves to people as they welcomed him. John got to the end of the hallway, and opened the door to his office. John hung up his coat on the coat hanger next to the door. He sat down at his desk with a relaxed sigh and kicked his feet up onto the table. His eyes gazed across the assortment of pictures and momentos that littered his desk. Pictures of old friends, relatives, people that he barely remebered anymore.
After about 5 minutes of relaxing, he put his feet back on the ground and shuffled through some papers that had been left on his desk by someone. As he looked through the papers, one by one, the cheerful demenior that he had started the day with slowly turned to rage.
"God Dammit!" he said throwing down the pile of papers, "What the hell is wrong with this place. What the hell is wrong with Kreg. It seems that evey other report he gives me is Syndacatte cover up. Isn't there at least one honest cop in this place besides me?"
John kicked the table in frustration, and sent the items on his desk crashing to the ground. He stared at all the things that he had fallen to the floor, and let out a sigh. He got up, grabbed his jacket, and walked out of the ISSP building without a word to those that were wondering what had happened. He walked down the block, muttering to himself something about, "What is the world coming to..."
He turned the corner and saw his favorite diner, Martha's. They made the best pancakes in the world, and on a day like this, he needed some good pancakes...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hey Scott, are ya awake yet?"
Scott cast his normal pissed off stare at Ryan who was peeking his head in the door. He was sitting on his bed, only in his pants and undershirt.
With a sigh, Scott said, "You know Ryan, most people knock when they come in the room."
Ryan opened up the door completely, leaned against the doorway and said, "Yeah, well if you haven't noticed, I'm not most people and neither are you."
"Yeah, yeah."
"So," Scott said, standing up and putting his shirt on, " why the heck are you barging into my room like that?"
"You of all people should know Scott. Its your 21st birthday genius, I'd think that of all people you would be excited. Especially considering that today is the day you become a full fledged member of the Syndacatte. Scott Jones, Syndacatte low-life. Its got a ring to it."
"Eh, I don't care much for birthdays," Scott said slipping on his jacket.
"Well, its not like you can avoid it."
"Oh yeah? Watch me..." Scott said, reaching for the window sill.
"Are you going to pull another one of your famous stunts, Scott?"
"Of course not."
Scott opened the window sill and jumped out onto the fire escape.
"I'll be at Martha's. For a day like this, I'm going to need some good pancakes."
Scott then jumped off the fire escape. Ryan ran to the window to try to talk him out of it, but it was to late, Scott was already out of sight...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Martha's. A nice little corner side diner, it is practically world renowned for its wonderful homemade pancakes. When you live in a time period where everything is prepackaged, freezed-dried, or concentrated, its nice to have some homemade cooking every now and then. There were two entrances on either side of the diner. John entered on the left, Scott entered on the right. They both had their eyes focused on the ground. They sat down at the same booth with out even seeing each other.
The waitress came over, and before she could say a word both men said in a gruff voice, "3 pancakes, cup of a coffee, 2 lumps of sugar."
The waitress just stood there for a second, trying to figure out what the heck was going on. It was especially weird to see a man in an ISSP jacket sitting down with a person in a Black Hawk jacket. They usually didn't make their meetings so public. She dismissed it, and went off to get their order. They still didn't realized there was another person sitting right in front of them, they were too busy worrying about their own problems.
The waitress delivered their food, and walked off giving them a suspicious stare. They both took a drink of their coffee, and sighed as they put down their mug. They both went for the powdered sugar. They looked up to see each other for the first time. There was an odd bit of silence. When John saw the Black Hawk symbol on Scott's jacket, he stood up and pulled out his gun. Scott picked up the sugar shaker and sprinkled it over his pancakes.
John aimed his gun at Scott's forehead and said, "Whoever you are, you are under arrest for being in the Black Hawk Syndacatte."
Scott stabbed one of the pancakes with his fork, and shoved it in his mouth. In between chewing he said, "Yeah right"
"What? Do you think I'm joking?"
Scott stabbed the second pancake, shoved it in his mouth and said, "Its too early for this."
"Stop ignoring me. I'm not gonna take this shit."
Scott swallowed the third pancake and said, "Nice eating with you."
He stood up and walked out of the door, leaving John holding his gun with a shocked look on his face. John quickly shook it off and chased after Scott...
End of Chapter 1.....
And so it begins...