What Chances May Come
Written by Bright Midnight
*Disclaimer. I do not own any of the rights, characters, so on and so forth of Square Soft and Cowboy Bebop.*
Chapter 1
"Easy, Jet. Don't slam the damn thing down."
"I know. I know. Will ya leave the flyin' to me?"
"Hey, I'm just makin sure I live to get the reward. I don't know if you've noticed, but we are running a little dry in the food department."
Jet ignored the remark, as he guided the plain into a grassy field with a jarring bump. He usually did that with Faye. All she was to him was an annoying, irritating, hot.wait.where the hell did that come from?! Too much time in the ship he supposed. Still.she was attractive, he had to admit.
He looked up and saw the familiar, lanky form of his partner gazing out the window. Painted on his face was a look of boredom, of discontent.
"What's wrong, Spike?" Jet inquired.
"He's probably thinking of his mysterious woman. Ya' know the one. Blonde hair, brown eyes", jested Faye. She never saw the fist until it stopped half an inch from her face.
"Mention her again, Faye," seethed Spike, "And you'll be breathing through a tube in your neck."
"Geez, touchy!" replied Faye, obviously shaken by Spike's ferocity, but vainly trying not to show it, "Someone's time of the month." And with that, she walked out of the bridge.
"Stupid bitch," commented Jet, "So, what's wrong, bud? You look bored."
"You got that right," Spike sighed, pulling a cigarette out of his crushed pack, "We haven't had a bounty worth chasing in months. And you know how much I just love visiting this hell hole of a planet."
"Cheer up. We finally have a bounty worth chasing. And, the part of Earth we're going to has been really built up in the last couple of years."
Ignoring the part about Earth being built up (something he had to see to believe), he asked, "Who's the bounty?"
"A team called Avalanche. They are a rebel group accused of blowing up these reactors that surround a city. The group claims it is to save the planet or something."
"A rebel group?" Spike asked in disgust.
"Yeah." Jet said, surprised at the reaction he was getting, "What's wrong with that." He was getting a little tired of the attitude from his green haired companion.
"They are usually some two-bit group who can't put up a decent fight. This is gonna be a snap. How many are there?"
"There is Barret Wallace, the group leader. A reactor explosion in the town of Corel was blamed on him so the town was annihilated. Apparently, he held a grudge against them since then.
Next, Tifa Lockhart. A tough-as-nails woman who ran a bar in the city, called "Seventh Heaven, or something. She is rumored to be a worthy hand- to-hand fighter, and attractive to boot."
Jet purposely put in the last sentence for Spike's benefit. It had been two months since Spike had seen Julia die at the hands of the Syndicate. But, Spike had gotten his revenge. He had dealt the deathblow to Vicious, but in the process, had gotten a near fatal wound in his abdomen. Had Faye not been in the general are, Spike would probably not be here now.
Two months later, he had recovered fully from the wound, but the wound in his heart still gripped him every waking and non-waking hour. Jet, rock hard on the outside, a kind, gentle man on the interior, had tried to help Spike out of his depression. He had brought Spike to bars, dug up bounties, and tried other countless ways to get him out of the rut he was in. No dice. Jet had hopped, when he taken this bounty, that this might finally shake Spike out of it. So far, it didn't seem to be working.
"As I was saying, next is some kind of cat creature. He doesn't seem to have a name. He was a research experiment for Shin-Ra, the company who put out the bounty. His number was Red XIII.
"Then, is a flower from the slums of Midgar, the city where we are heading. Her name is Aeris Gainsborough. She is a healer and magic user."
"Magic user?" Spike asked.
Jet smiled. Obviously, he had Spike's attention.
"You heard me. A magic user. You see, Shin-Ra has these reactors that drain Mako from the Earth. This process powers the cities, but also creates materia. Now, different materia has different properties, and in the right hands, it can cast magic, such as ice, fire, so on and so forth."
"Hm. That might be interesting to see."
"Indeed," Jet countered, "Now, the next person is a ninja by the name of Yuffie Kisaragi. She is of the assassin type and can use materia as well.
"Then you have Cid Highwind. An ex-Shin-Ra pilot who uses a spear to fight. He was with the space program, but the first launch was aborted and the program scraped.
"Next, you have an animated stuffed animal that is the size of a man, and twice as wide."
"Are you serious?" Spike groaned, "I told you this crew was rag-tag."
"Now hold on, Spike. This thing, named Cait Sith, can actually fight. He may sound harmless, but it screeches into a megaphone to stun its opponents then disables them by pounding on them. It is rumored to have actually taken down a good number of men.
"Lastly, you have a man named Vincent Valentine. Almost nothing is known about him, except that he uses a gun. That's it."
"So", asked Spike, "How much is the bounty?"
"1,000,000 woo-longs per head."
"Great," muttered Spike as the two left the ship on foot to meet with the president of Shin-Ra, "We get to roam this hell-hole for a bug hunt. Wake me when the challenge begins."
*Disclaimer. I do not own any of the rights, characters, so on and so forth of Square Soft and Cowboy Bebop.*
Chapter 1
"Easy, Jet. Don't slam the damn thing down."
"I know. I know. Will ya leave the flyin' to me?"
"Hey, I'm just makin sure I live to get the reward. I don't know if you've noticed, but we are running a little dry in the food department."
Jet ignored the remark, as he guided the plain into a grassy field with a jarring bump. He usually did that with Faye. All she was to him was an annoying, irritating, hot.wait.where the hell did that come from?! Too much time in the ship he supposed. Still.she was attractive, he had to admit.
He looked up and saw the familiar, lanky form of his partner gazing out the window. Painted on his face was a look of boredom, of discontent.
"What's wrong, Spike?" Jet inquired.
"He's probably thinking of his mysterious woman. Ya' know the one. Blonde hair, brown eyes", jested Faye. She never saw the fist until it stopped half an inch from her face.
"Mention her again, Faye," seethed Spike, "And you'll be breathing through a tube in your neck."
"Geez, touchy!" replied Faye, obviously shaken by Spike's ferocity, but vainly trying not to show it, "Someone's time of the month." And with that, she walked out of the bridge.
"Stupid bitch," commented Jet, "So, what's wrong, bud? You look bored."
"You got that right," Spike sighed, pulling a cigarette out of his crushed pack, "We haven't had a bounty worth chasing in months. And you know how much I just love visiting this hell hole of a planet."
"Cheer up. We finally have a bounty worth chasing. And, the part of Earth we're going to has been really built up in the last couple of years."
Ignoring the part about Earth being built up (something he had to see to believe), he asked, "Who's the bounty?"
"A team called Avalanche. They are a rebel group accused of blowing up these reactors that surround a city. The group claims it is to save the planet or something."
"A rebel group?" Spike asked in disgust.
"Yeah." Jet said, surprised at the reaction he was getting, "What's wrong with that." He was getting a little tired of the attitude from his green haired companion.
"They are usually some two-bit group who can't put up a decent fight. This is gonna be a snap. How many are there?"
"There is Barret Wallace, the group leader. A reactor explosion in the town of Corel was blamed on him so the town was annihilated. Apparently, he held a grudge against them since then.
Next, Tifa Lockhart. A tough-as-nails woman who ran a bar in the city, called "Seventh Heaven, or something. She is rumored to be a worthy hand- to-hand fighter, and attractive to boot."
Jet purposely put in the last sentence for Spike's benefit. It had been two months since Spike had seen Julia die at the hands of the Syndicate. But, Spike had gotten his revenge. He had dealt the deathblow to Vicious, but in the process, had gotten a near fatal wound in his abdomen. Had Faye not been in the general are, Spike would probably not be here now.
Two months later, he had recovered fully from the wound, but the wound in his heart still gripped him every waking and non-waking hour. Jet, rock hard on the outside, a kind, gentle man on the interior, had tried to help Spike out of his depression. He had brought Spike to bars, dug up bounties, and tried other countless ways to get him out of the rut he was in. No dice. Jet had hopped, when he taken this bounty, that this might finally shake Spike out of it. So far, it didn't seem to be working.
"As I was saying, next is some kind of cat creature. He doesn't seem to have a name. He was a research experiment for Shin-Ra, the company who put out the bounty. His number was Red XIII.
"Then, is a flower from the slums of Midgar, the city where we are heading. Her name is Aeris Gainsborough. She is a healer and magic user."
"Magic user?" Spike asked.
Jet smiled. Obviously, he had Spike's attention.
"You heard me. A magic user. You see, Shin-Ra has these reactors that drain Mako from the Earth. This process powers the cities, but also creates materia. Now, different materia has different properties, and in the right hands, it can cast magic, such as ice, fire, so on and so forth."
"Hm. That might be interesting to see."
"Indeed," Jet countered, "Now, the next person is a ninja by the name of Yuffie Kisaragi. She is of the assassin type and can use materia as well.
"Then you have Cid Highwind. An ex-Shin-Ra pilot who uses a spear to fight. He was with the space program, but the first launch was aborted and the program scraped.
"Next, you have an animated stuffed animal that is the size of a man, and twice as wide."
"Are you serious?" Spike groaned, "I told you this crew was rag-tag."
"Now hold on, Spike. This thing, named Cait Sith, can actually fight. He may sound harmless, but it screeches into a megaphone to stun its opponents then disables them by pounding on them. It is rumored to have actually taken down a good number of men.
"Lastly, you have a man named Vincent Valentine. Almost nothing is known about him, except that he uses a gun. That's it."
"So", asked Spike, "How much is the bounty?"
"1,000,000 woo-longs per head."
"Great," muttered Spike as the two left the ship on foot to meet with the president of Shin-Ra, "We get to roam this hell-hole for a bug hunt. Wake me when the challenge begins."