Disclaimer: I do not own Brütal Legend, That's the Property of Tim Schafer and Double Fine.
I do not own Tales of Vesperia, that's the property of Namco-Bandai.
I do not own the hunger Games, that's the Property of Suzanne Collins. Nor do I own the Fan-Fic hunger Games Galaxies, that's the property of fellow fan-fic writer war 292004.
This story is about the final tour of the Second Wave of American Tween Melodic Rap Metalcore(or S.W.A.T.M.R.M) band, Kabbage Boy.
BRÜTAL LEGEND: VICTORY TOUR
Part. 1 The Tour Begins.
(Kabbage Boy's office, Seattle, U.S.A.)
(standard point of view)
"Wow...Just, like wow." Erik Faust, the lead singer of the S.W.A.T.M.R.M. Band Kabbage Boy gawked in awe at the contract before both him and his manager. "OMFG! If I'm reading this right, mr Crane. This tour you want us to do will like take us to several totally different worlds."
"That quite correct., Mr Faust." The debonair man with the stylish beard known as Seneca Crane, head game-maker of the gods, and head manager of the victory tours for the last decade or so cordially replied. "This tour will promise you the sights and vistas of various worlds beyond your comprehension."
"Woah, all those places." Erik pondered. "That 'll like totally increase our rep! Hell, Just playing a concert in Panem will definitely get us some totally sweet deals...!" He smiled. "Like maybe finally getting our own live-action tween-com on the Disney Channel. Or Nickelodeon at least." He thought. Kabbage Boy will be swimming in more cash than you could find in that old Scottish duck's money bin. Not to mention piles of chicks and booze and stuff.
"Oh, yes, I can agree on that..." Erik's manager added as he went over the contract. "This deal will definitely take us places. And fetch us(By which I mean me) quite a tidy profit."
"Of course I should point out, Mr Faust and manager, we'll be starting the tour in Mexico(district 12&7), Eon(district 10), Canada(district 11),Sylvarant/Tethe'alla(district 9), Auldrant(district 6),Your country, the United States(district 5), Arcadia(district 4), Germany(district 3), Shining Blue(district 2), Japan(district 1),and Finally, Nan's home-world of Terca Lumireis(district 8)."
Although, interestingly enough, even though these districts(12,11, 7,5,3,&1) all share the same planet, matter of fact, they ARE this planet, they consider themselves separate worlds. And, even more interesting, District 7&12 are considered a shared world. It's a bit difficult to properly explain, so let's just leave it at that.
However Districts 10,9,8,6,4, & 2 ? These worlds are actually whole planets.
"Before wrapping up with a final concert in my home-realm of Panem." Seneca explained.
"You're providing transportation, right?" Erik's manager asked.
"It's all there in the contract, Mr Faust's manager." Seneca answered, pointing at where it's mentioned in the contract. "However Your band have to provide your own instruments, road crew, and props."
"No prob, Cranester, my main dawg." Eric smiled. "This'll be like our best tour EVAR!" Seneca smiles in amusement at Erik's vernacular. "Seeing as we have the best road crew in the heavy metal biz. Not to mention the best roadie on the whole planet, Eddie Riggs." He looks at his contract, "Like where do I sign?"
"Right there." Seneca flips the contract's pages to to the last page, and Erik signs his name on the line. "And we have a deal, I'll be back in a week with the transportation and the guest of honor. Make sure your band and crew are ready."
"Not to worry, mr Crane. We'll be like totally ready and willing." Erik replied.
"Like he said.." The manager added.
"Good day to you both." Seneca pick up the tour contract, place it in his briefcase. "And may the odds be ever in your favor." As he walks out of Erik's office and the door closes behind him, he hears both Erik and the manager whooping with sheer joy. He shakes his head and sighs. Kabbage Boy's music has become quite popular in the last year or so in the god's realm, and there's been a lot of requests for them to perform on the victory tour. If that's what they want then so be it. Even though they are, by being born on anywhere but Panem, sinners.
(Eddie's Flat, also in Seattle, U.S.A.)
(Eddie's Point of View)
"85...86...87..." I grunted as I did my daily chin-ups. Hey, a good Roadie needs to be in tip-top shape to handle the rigors of the tour. Me and the gang have been together since our days in the U.S.M.C. Even before I became a roadie, I served three tours of duty with the marines, both in Iraq, and Afghanistan, serving as a combat engineer. So yeah, I've seen my share of combat, much of it close up.
But those days are behind me now... "93...94...95..." Nowadays, I'm living the dream...and following in Dad's footsteps, as a roadie. I became one of the best, able to build anything, fix anything... Well except Kabbage Boy's music, if you could call it that. Yuck! I feel sorry for my custom made Gibson Flying V guitar, Clementine. She deserves a better guitarist than Raz.
"...98...99...100... Well guess that's it for the chin-ups, Might as well get the instruments tuned.." I walked over to the guitar rack and started tuning Clementine. There we go, got her sounding just right. Then I picked up and started tuning the guitar for the bassist, Paul. You know, of all the members of Kabbage Boy, Paul was the only one to given me and the guys any respect, and treats his bass guitar better than Raz treats Clementine(Oh man, I spend as much time fixing her as well as tuning her). While I was adjusting the cogs on the band's drum kit, the lift opens and Ralph. "Hey, what's up, Ralph...?" I asked as he got off the elevator.
"Well for starters that supercharger for your deuce finally showed up." Ralph answers. For the last year or so, I've has been working on building and customizing a 1932 Ford hot-rod. So far, it's got a 428 c.i. FE engine with eight exhaust pipes, mated to a 5 speed manual transmission and a Ford 9 inch diff with trac-lock. The body is matte black with an orange flame-job. All it needed to finish her was the supercharger. Now that it's here, I'm gonna slap it on this evening.
"Good to hear, Ralph." I walked over to the fridge, takes out two beers, and gives one to Ralph. We sit down on the couch and watch some TV, currently It's tuned to Discovery, there's a marathon of 'Fast and Loud' playing on that channel. "Looks like I'll finally get her put together this evening. Can't wait to see how she'll sound" I said.
"Fast and loud, I'll reckon." Ralph takes a gulp of his beer. "But that's not all, Eddie, We got a tour coming up, and it's a fucking big one."
"How big?" I asked.
"Like I said, fucking big..." Ralph repeated. "Kabbage Boy's gonna be playing for the gods victory tour."
Woah! "You're right, that is fucking big." I takes a swig of his beer. "I didn't know that the gods liked Kabbage boy, man they got some weird taste in music. Not to mention, I don't think our tour bus is made for interplanetary travel. Know where I could find some parts to make a warp-drive…?" And I may need some help from Melissa and Leslie. Heard they were working on turning a VW minibus into a space shuttle and planning on heading to Mars with it.
"The gods reps got that covered." Ralph replied.
"So when does it kick off?" I asked.
"Next week." Ralph answers. "Doesn't give us much time."
"Yeah, looks like driving my hot-rod's gonna have to wait." I polish off my beer. "Well, man works from sun to sun..."
"But a roadie's work is never done." Ralph finishes. "Thanks for the beer, Eddie. Gotta go pack things up for the tour." Ralph finishes the beer and takes the lift down. I begin packing up the instrument. One thing's for sure, this tour we're going on won't be forgettable, not to mention, fucking big.
(Seattle–Tacoma International Airport, One Week Later)
We had everything we needed to put on a concert all packed and ready to go, and we were the first to arrive at the airport. Shortly afterwords, Kabbage Boy showed up in a stretch limousine, and when they came out, they were met by the usual entourage of of screaming tween-age groupie fan-girls wearing their merchandise and clamoring for their autographs(which the band members gave at 10$ a pop).
Then out from the limo emerged this guy, looking he's stepped outta a GQ Style mag, his suit very stylish, but you know what caught my attention... "Man, that guy's got a weird looking beard."
Something tells me he overheard me, 'cause he's walking right up to me. "So...you think my beard looks weird to you..." He asked
"Busted, Eddie." Ralph added. "Nice knowing you."
"Yeah, pretty much, with all them swirls and stuff." I replied to mr GQ here. "Man that looks freaking weird, how do you manage to get it like that.?" Must have one helluva barber.
"I thought I had had my filter fixed before I came here." He rolled his eyes. Something tells me he's from the realm. Story goes that those dudes use some sort of a personal filter to make 'em look like normal looking dudes of the districts, and protect 'em from germs and stuff. That and they think that we don't deserve to look at 'en in their true appearance. "What is your name, servant?"
"The name's Eddie Riggs." I answered folding my arms across my chest. "And I'm not a servant, I'm a roadie." I matter of factually stated.
"Do you realize you are in the presence of a godly noble of the divine realm of Panem, Edward?" He declared. I knew it! Game god.
"Yeah, So?" I replied.
"With but a single word, Edward, I could have you smited by a platoon of our finest peacekeepers, and have your sinful soul sent screaming into the hot bowels of your Hell." He threatened. 'Edward' ? Well aren't we formal.
I stood there. "Why not, good day as any to be smited, things were getting kind of boring anyway." I calmly replied, lighting a cigarette.
He looked a bit surprised, maybe confused. Guess he was expecting me to be on their knees, begging for forgiveness(and probably not getting it, to be dragged away by those peacekeeper dudes to have who knows what done to them). Instead, here I am, just calmly smoking my cigarette. He stepped back a couple of feet to look me over. Then he looked at my belt buckle. With a curious look on his face. Hey! It's not for sale if that's what you're thinking, bub. "Clearly you don't lack courage, were you a warrior?"
"United States Marine Corps If you're wondering, Weird Beard." I answered. "Semper Fi."
"Ah, yes, your country's elite, almost as good as our lowest grade peacekeepers...almost." He sneered. "But one more question; Your belt buckle, where did you acquire it?"
"You mean this guy?" I points at his buckle. "Found it in my dad's attic after he got killed in a stage accident a few years ago. I like to wear it to remember him by. He was a good man. Oh yeah, he's not for sale."
"I see." He stroked his freaky beard. "That will be all for now, mr Riggs." He turns his back. "And know that my name is Seneca Crane. I am the person in charge of this tour. Now if you'll excuse me, I believe I have an interview to attend to." He starts to walk off.
"Whatever you say...Weird Beard." I waved to him. Seneca stops for a second shakes his head and continues walking.
"Man, Eddie, talk about dodging the bullet." Ralph commented. "Either you have balls so big you need a semi to haul them around or you're as crazy as a honey badger."
"Probably a bit of both, Ralph." I replied, snuffing out my cigarette with my palm. "Anyway let double-check the equipment to make sure everything's there." The we join the other dudes to check our gear.
(The Interview)
(Standard Point of View)
First to enter the interview room were the three Panem nobles, Seneca Crane, Cinna and Effie Trinket, who was wearing the latest in Panem fashion, a very stylish purple dress and matching purple wig and heavily covered in white makeup. Accompanying them was a squad of heavily armed peacekeepers in their gleaming white uniforms.
Now looking at then you'd think they not so much as gods as rather eccentric, and stylishly dressed humans. But you must remember they hail from an ancient...and very powerful society which claims to possess weapons and technology that would make even our most modern weapons look like stone-age spears by comparison. If the people of the world of Panem want claim to be gods than who are we to argue... And that is why no one dares to resist them... And that's the way things were for the last thousand years when, in a demonstration of their power, made the world known as district 13 disappear from the cosmos.
Next to enter and sit down was the god's high priest of district 8, Natz, the vice-duce of Nordopolica(Belius couldn't attend). Accompanying him was the current tribute mentor, Julia DuBois, a librarian that moonlights as a castle maid(or is that the other way around) and former imperial knight, and a twelve year old girl with brown hair. You may not believe this but this young girl is Nan, the latest victor of the 2011 Hunger Games. And he was brought to Earth to start her Victory Tour.
And finally, entering fashionably late, was the band Kabbage Boy. First was the lead singer Erik Faust, Wearing his favorite white suit and phantom of the opera mask, covering half his face, The whiteness of his suit rivaling the whiteness of the squad of peacekeepers.
Next to enter was the lead guitarist, Raz, wearing his favorite shades, red ball-cap and t-shirt.
Next to enter was the bassist, Paul wearing his favorite shades and olive-green t-shirt.
Following him was was the DJ, Reggie, wearing three ball-caps on his head and his favorite t-shirt showing a rabbit stabbed with a switchblade.
And finally the drummer Sid, wearing his anarchy t-shirt.
As the camera clicked and flashed, and the Kabbage Boy groupies cheered and squeed, some of them holding up posters of their favorite band member. Effie Trinket stands up and bangs a silver spoon on her wineglass, its chimes quieting down the crowd. "Welcome, all you eager reporters to our lovely victory tour interview featuring this year's victor of the 2011 hunger games, Nan Flutcher"
"...ahem... It's Nan Fletcher, miss Trinket." Julia corrected.
"Oh yes, Nan Fletcher. Never could tell the two apart." Effie chirped, Seneca just face-palms, and Cinna and Julia chuckles. "As I was saying, Nan Fletcher of District 8. Ms Fletcher...?" And Nan stands up and casually waves. The cameras flash. "As well as the wonderful heavy metal band who'll be playing at each district we'll be visiting on this year's tour, may I present Kabbage Boy." The band members all stand up and the cameras really go crazy, not to mention the nearby groupies. Some of them try to get up on the stage but were pushed back by the peacekeepers. "Happy questioning, and may the odds be ever be in your favor."
The first question came from a young Belgian reporter. "Ms Fletcher, what are your plans after the tour?"
"And your name sir...?" Seneca asked.
"Just Tintin, mr Crane." The reporter answered. "Of Le Petit Vingtieme."
Seneca pressed a few buttons on a pad and reads the holographic readout. "Ah, yes, Tintin..." He replied. "Currently living at Marlinspike, Belgium. And quite the adventurer I understand." Tintin just nods. "Well, seeing as you question about our victor is acceptable, Nan, do be so kind and answer."
"As you wish." Nan stands up. "I will, with my fellow guild members continue to hunt and destroy the evil monsters that plague my world, and I will continue to volunteer for the games." Nan declared, Julia face-palms and shakes her head. "And of course when I turn nineteen, I will replace Julia as mentor of the tributes of district 8 in seven years time."
For nearly an hour, the reporters gave their questions about the tour(which was all they were allowed), and answers were given. And then the interview was ended.
(Eddie's point of view)
That tour plane arrived early last night as the interview was given. When it arrived, we could see that this colossal craft was clearly not from around here. The main body of this rig was over three hundred feet long and was white with short silver wings and four bullet shaped engines mounted top and bottom. What's more it didn't have wheels, must be some kind of a hovercraft.
We were briefed that it had four floors. The lowest floor was for cargo. That's where we'll be storing the trucks and the stage equipment.
The middle floor was for second class passenger cabins, divided into three sections. Me and the crew are gonna be staying in the rearmost section, that only last summer, carried the tributes to the 2011th annual hunger games. Peacekeepers are in the middle section, and the front-most section was a seating and viewing area.
The top floor was first class accommodations separated into five sections. The rearmost section was a restaurant. Wonder if they got burgers... The next section was where the Victor and her team would hang out. The next section was reserved for Kabbage Boy. And the forward-most section was reserved for that Seneca Crane dude and some chick named Effie Trinket.
The topmost floor of the tour-craft held the cockpit and this rig's crew.
Me and the guys spent the whole night loading their equipment onto the cargo deck.
By the time the two noble dudes, the victor and her gang, and Kabbage Boy arrived, we had everything packed and have headed off to their cabins to catch some sleep, except for me. Who was standing outside waiting. Erik walked up to me. "Well, Eddie, I hope everything's packed." He does some text messaging on his IPhone.
"Yep." I replied. "All the gear's been stowed." I thumbed towards the tour plane. " So what's our first stop...?"
"Mexico City, Eddie, so we'll be like wanting a combination Mayan Catholic theme for our stage when we get there." Eric suggested as he returns a text. "Oh, and we'll be like wanting some elevating platforms for the stage as well, got that.?" I nodded. Right, Mexican theme. "Good..." Erik puts away his IPhone and hurries back, in a rather girlish gait to the gangway and gets on board.
"Well, no point hanging around." I took one last look at the Airport. "Time to get this show on the road, or is it the clouds?" Then I climbed aboard. one thing's for sure, I won't be getting much sleep. Gotta plan out how the stage in Mexico will look like.
(End Part 1)
Author's Notes:
Welcome to Victory Tour, A crossover fan-fic of Brütal Legend and the fan-fic Hunger Games Galaxies by War292004. This fan-fic will be a prequel to both Brütal Legend and HGG.
I needed to whip up some names for the Kabbage Boy members, And I also gave Eddie some pre-roadie background by having him serve in the Marines. The Roadie that appears in the opening scene in Brütal Legend will be named Ralph.
There may be the occasional cameo appearance of certain characters, like Tintin for example.
Next chapter, we go south of the border.