Sly Cooper fanfic8
Special Thanks to Jammin Jabala for allowing me use of his OC: Julius Black...
Set after Dead Men Tell No Tales, and before the Cooper Vault Job(BCVJ).The adventures that were never told...
Sequel to Seeker's Scroll...
Untold Chronicles...
Melancholy and Repent
On deck of the Gallantry, many of the sailors swiftly went to work, scrubbing the deck and tending to the mast. Meanwhile, Wilson led Black below deck, in search of the infirmary. Even asking few of the pirates for directions.
Eventually, they found the infirmary and the medic, now to Wilson's surprise, was a robot.
"Greetings sirs," the android greeted, expanding its mechanical arms, "How may I serve you?"
"Listen, tin man. This man's been shot in the arm, he needs medical attention on the double," the cougar replied.
"Very well. Please have a seat," the android told Black as the crocodile sat on the bench.
"Do you know anything about battle wounds, tin man?" Wilson asked.
"My unit number code is AAI21-Borg," the android corrected, "and yes, I do."
"Terrific," Wilson replied, "Have him patched up and all seat before dinner. I'm gonna find that shooter." With that, the cougar had left the infirmary.
Black watched as the cougar walked out the door and spat, "Sontarjians. Where of Devil's keep have they forsaken from?"
"Why, in one of the most coldest parts of the globe, of course," Borg answered, humming.
The crocodile glanced at this perculiar android, which was humming like an ordinary person. While he had plans of his own, he would have to figure out this odd machine. Perhaps, even, the machine could be of some use to him.
Meanwhile, Wilson met up with Sly and Dimitri in the middle of the deck, where the lounge lizard and Black had begun the commotion.
"Well? Is he okay?" Sly asked, concerned.
"Yeah, he'll be alright, I left him with the android," the cougar replied, turning to the other sailors, who were mind their own business. "At least the crew is in line, and it only took a shot in the arm to do it."
"Could have been worse," Sly remarked.
"Does it matter? It's only the first day and somebody already starts a fight and gets shot," Wilson explained.
"Whatever the cause, I must find le shooter and praise him for saving suit from grease," Dimitri said.
"That's a good idea, I'd like to know who's been wasting the ammo."
"Well, do whatever," Sly told them both, "I'm gonna have a look at the map with Murray. Wilson, if you see Bentley, tell him he's needed."
"Coming up, Captain."
In the exercising selection, Adams and Fitz helped Bentley as the turtle laid in a weight lifting set. Holding the long bar weight over his head, Bentley kept his arms straight upright in the air, hopes to prevent the weight from crushing his head.
With the little strength he had, Bentley pushed the weights in the air.
"Way da go, little guy!" Fitz congratulated, although he himself held the bar by a grasp.
"I did it! I did it!" Bentley cheered from himself.
"Adams! Fitz!" Wilson called as he and Dimitri walked in, interrupting the moment of success.
"Yeah sir?" they replied, Fitz accidentally letting go of the bar, causing Bentley to lose balance and drop it on the deck below.
"Don't mind me, but what are you two up to?"
"Well, uh... we were helping Bentley here," Adams began, "with getting buffed. He's been feeling a little scrawny and puny."
"I see. Hey Benny, you're needed at the captain's dorm." the cougar advised.
The turtle nodded and hopped back on his wheelchair, rolling out.
"Now then," Wilson continued, "Did you finish cleaning the weapons?"
"Well..."
"'Well...' isn't an answer," Wilson interrupted, grabbing Adams by the shirt and pulling him to the ammunition room, followed by Dimitri and Fitz.
"There we go..." Freddy said to himself, placing the tenth weapon cleaned on the racks next to the others, "Now to get on with the..."
The possum's sentence was cut short as the door opened. He, being right next to the door, was slammed against the wall beside it, now hidden between the door and the wall.
Wilson entered the closest with Adams, along with Dimitri and Fitz.
"Aha! I see... You hardly started," the cougar accused, glancing at the few clean rifles on the rack. "Hello, what's this?"
He reached for a rifle and removed it from the rack, examining it.
"You have a good start though, I don't suppose you were cleaning these early and went to help Benny with the weights?"
"Yes! Yes, that's what happened," Adams replied, deciding to go with the story.
Wilson looked up at the tiny hole in the ceiling, "And I suppose you're the one who made that shot earlier and stopped that fight?"
"There was a fight? And I missed it? Damn."
"So it was you."
"Listen, I can explain..."
"Don't need to, in fact, I'd like to thank you."
"Yeah, I know I screwed up, but serious- Wait. What?"
"That little accident of yours was just the jolt the crew needed to get to work," Wilson said, patting him on the back.
"Uh, you're welcome...?"
"But next time, be careful with the ammo, I don't want anyone else getting shot in the arm," the cougar told him, calling him "good man," and leaving the storage closest.
Adams smiled, finally he was getting some respect.
Dimitri was the next in line, "Also, for saving my booty to groove another day, I come to reward you," the lounge lizard removed his own golden watch from his wrist and presented it to the doberman.
"Whoa, thanks!"
"It's a reward," Dimitri simply said, turned, and left.
After leaving, Dimitri shut the door behind him, allowing Freddy free from between the door and wall.
"Oof!" he yelped, landing on his behind.
"Freddy, I gotta say; Thanks a lot!"
"Me? What did I do?"
"No Freddy, thanks a lot man, because of that accident, I got a new watch," Adams said, showing off his new golden watch.
"Oh... shinny," the possum said, smiling at his own reflection in the watch's face.
"And because of that, Freddy, you have my forgiveness."
"I do? Alright!"
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To Jammin Jabala: Yes, but you recall that it was an accident. And sure, Adams would be a better double crosser than Freddy, but Adams is just insubordinate, back talking, lazy, etc., not treacherous. Freddy is curious, greedy, and retarded. No offense to anyone reading this.
To slylady345: Yup.
R&R.