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

Within the infirmary below deck, Black growled and gritted his teeth in pain as the medical android, Borg, tended to his wound. Already, he had removed the bullet from the crocodile's arm, sprayed disinfecting medicine to prevent lead infection, and was now sewing up the wound and covering it with surgical plastic. Whoever had built Borg must have been a genius surgeon and scientist to create this medicine. And said scientist had defiantly given Borg the proper medical supplies.

"There we are," the android said, "This plastic should allow your wound to heal much faster and prevent further damage. However, in one hundred, sixty-eight hours, I will have to remove the plastic, or you shall receive a very unpleasant rash."

"Thank you," Black said, standing up from the bench, "Now then, please tell me; who is your creator?"

"My creator's identity is classified," Borg replied, "But his description is not.

"My creator was a scientist who paid little attention to outside affairs and stayed within his laboratory, conducting many peculiar experiments. He built many robotics and machines, including me, but was usually interested in bio-engineering, supernatural, and life producing science."

"He sounds impressive," Black responded, "But why are you no longer working for him?"

"My creator was sent away," Borg answered, no change in his computer-like voice, "and I was disposed of. However, when I was reactivated I learned the news and erased my programming, as I was no longer his assistant. Afterward, I went to Bermuda of the United Kingdom, in search of work."

Black hesitated, the crocodile knew he would not be able to get his treasure along, and this android could be an ideal accomplice. "Android, how would you like to join me in a mutiny for when we find Algernon's treasure?"

"An interesting honor, but I must refuse," Borg exclaimed, "My only purpose and desire is to work aboard this ship as a medic... at least, until further notice."

The crocodile's eye brows rose, this android actually had plans of his own?

"Now then, you must be going now," Borg said, pushing him lightly out the door, "Dinner is arriving among you."

With that, Black was pushed out of the infirmary, and android in solitude. And as Borg began to clean up, if the machine had any lips of his own, he would smile deviously. It was true, this android did have plans of his own, and treasure was not of the subject.

In the captain's dorm, where the Guru sat meditating in silence while Sly and Murray waited, Bentley rolled in, the door closing behind him.

"Alright, I'm here, what's wrong?" Bentley asked, swiftly.

"Bentley, not to sound dramatic, but I've been overlooking the Scroll and we may have a problem," Sly exclaimed.

"What do you mean?"

"See for yourself," Sly replied, turning the Seeker's Scroll around to Bentley's direction. The turtle rolled over to the desk and studied the Scroll. The map revealed the selected location and themselves, but in between, a dark mist and clouds were painted over a specific spot in the sea between them. A black storm cloud rained and shot lightning as it loomed over a shadowy mist, which produced horrifying thoughts.

"Gee, looks pretty scary," Murray commented.

"What do you think it means?" Sly asked.

"Danger? Warning? Rough waters?" Bentley guessed.

{The Doom Sea} The Guru replied, his eyes still closed. The three thieves turned to him, {A dark body of sea where the sun never shines, the storm never stops, and a thousand beasts wait for food foolish enough to arrive.}

"Is it really that bad?"

{I sense many sailors in the Doom Sea, where they are meeting their fate as we speak.}

"In that case, I guess we do have a problem," Bentley replied.

"Can't we go another direction? Y'know, sail around it?" Murray asked.

"Afraid not, Murray. Right now we're heading directly at the storm in front of us, and that leaves left and right. However, if we go to the right, we won't find any port in time before we run out of supplies, and if we go left, we'll be heading straight into Interpol controlled territory."

"Then we don't have much of a choice," Sly began, "If we go through the storm, we're probably lose, and if we go another away, we'll still lose. So, whadda we do?"

"Considering you're the Captain, you make the decisions," Bentley replied, "I for one would go with facing Interpol, that seems to be the safest option, better than starving or fighting through some beast."

"Well, I think we should go through the Doom Sea, other than Interpol, it's the quickest way to port," Sly said.

"That sounds a little too risky, Sly," Bentley replied, "I know this could be our last adventure before the Cooper Vault Heist, but I don't think putting ourselves and the crew at risk is the best thing to do. We could be destroyed out there."

"But we have the experience, the equipment, and the manpower," the raccoon pointed out, "I'm sure we can fight back those monsters. We have the Panda King, remember? He could repel Crusher."

"Well... Okay, I guess we can pull through, but I can't find a precise conclusion," Bentley agreed.

"Right on!" Murray replied, pulling both his childhood friend in a tight hug, tight enough to make a bear hug seem small.

...

To Jammin Jabala: You are just going to have to wait, my Fall Break is over and I am back in school. So don't be disappointed if I don't update as fast as I am doing now.

To slylady345: Yeah, that's the funny part of Freddy, and why he still has the Chalice.

R&R.