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

After dinner, everyone had pretty much gone to bed, or in their case, to their hammocks. All except for the Cooper Gang, who were in the captain's dorm, relating the plans with Wilson. After Sly and Bentley discussed the plan, the cougar looked grim.

"Through a portion of sea that no one had gotten through before?" Wilson repeated, "Are you sure that's the wisest thing?"

"It's either that, starve in the middle of nowhere, or face Interpol," Bentley suggested.

"I see. The Navy branch of Interpol would probably take outgun, outnumber, and outrun us, and I don't wanna risk starvation out at sea. Alright, you win. We'll go through the Doom Sea."

"I think it's a good idea not to tell the crew, or risk mutiny," Bentley said.

"And what if they find out before hand?" Sly asked, "I doubt they're the most understanding type."

"I guess we might have to cut them a bigger salary. More payments then we had planned out," the turtle explained.

Wilson snorted, "And just how are we gonna do that if we haven't even found any treasure yet?"

"Actually, we do have some of Dimitri's 'recently' collected treasure, back from Seeker Isle," Sly mentioned, "And, don't get mad, but I did forget to mention something."

The raccoon opened the Seeker's Scroll, showing the map and the treasure locations marked.

"The Scroll does want us to go to the Arabian Sea... but I found a few other treasure locations not so far from us. In fact, they're between us and the Arabian Sea. We could go collect them on the way," Sly suggested.

Bentley and Murray nodded, "Excellent idea. We'll go to the location and gather it up."

"Our first deep sea treasure hunt, eh?" the cougar replied, "Sounds good. Any divers on board?"

"Dimitri has his own scuba diving gear," Bentley listed.

"And there's that robot, AI- what's his name," the raccoon added.

"Really? Only two?" Wilson asked, "It's gonna take more than two guys to pull a chest, that probably weighs a ton thanks to the gold, from the bottom of the sea."

"What about you?" Murray asked.

"Me? Swim? Of course," the cougar replied, "I've hunted sharks in the freezing waters with a single spear, wrestled them out of the water, and dragged them home as a trophy."

"Okay, you're in. Who else?" Sly asked.

"I think Wilson should ask the crew tomorrow," Bentley suggested.

"Agreed."

Leaving the ladies' dorm for a drink of water, Neyla passed the long dinning table, surrounded with stools and chairs, as she made her way to the kitchen. After filling a glass she sipped it down, replaced the glass, and left the kitchen to head back to her dorm, where she could get some sleep.

However, as she left the kitchen, she ran into a familiar, but also undesirable, face.

"Hi-uh, Neyla," Freddy greeted, only to receive a punch in the nose, which knocked him down, again. "Ow! Look, I know I betrayed you guys for a shiny piece of gold, but who wouldn't risk everything for treasure?"

As the possum crawled back up to his feet, he watched as Neyla was simply walking away.

"Hey wait!" Freddy called, running to catch up with her. Finally catching her side, he looked at her as she simply grimaced and turned away. "Look, I know what I did was wrong, everybody else made a point in making sure I don't do it again, but all I'm asking right now is that you forgive me and we can all just-"

"Forgive you?!" the white tigress stopped, turning to the idiotic rodent, "After what you did to us, betrayed us, almost got us doomed to rot behind bars in Hades' Prison? I disagree. Forgiveness after betrayal is impossible."

"See, there's where I disagree," Freddy began, "You double-crossed the Cooper Gang, and here you are aboard their ship, sharing a bunk with the other chick on board. Are you telling me that what I did was nothing compared to your previous actions? Hmm?"

Neyla frowned, this possum was smarter than he looked, "Yes, I agree you made a good point, but because they forgave me for what I did, but mostly they had forgiven me for what Clockwerk made me do. You, on the other hand, had betrayed us by will, stupidity, and greed."

"Yes, I know, which is why I am asking for forgiveness from you," Freddy said, "I'm sure you need something done, so I'll do whatever you want in order to gain your forgiveness. I'll prove it..." the possum pulled out, from the pocket inside his jacket, the Chalice, "Here. It's yours."

The white tigress glanced between the Chalice and Freddy.

"I'm serious. I am willing to give you the most valuable item on board to make up for my faults," the rodent said, smiling as Neyla accepted the Chalice, studying it. "So- I'm guessing all is forgiven?" he asked, only to receive the Chalice slammed on his head, "Yup, I didn't think so either."

Neyla glared at the possum, "Listen; the only way you will have my forgiveness is if you were to make up for what you almost did, and that was the Jack's death. If you save his life, then I'll forgive you," she told him, turned, and walked away.

Freddy pulled the Chalice off his head and stared into space to think, how was he to save the cougar who usually saves him?

...

To Jammin Jabala: Right, sorry about that, like I said before, Dr. M sounded perfect to the description of Borg's creator. And until further notice, until Lockout, Borg's creator will remain a mystery.

To slylady345: Yeah, Neyla had it worse than Sly if you think about it. The raccoon was orphaned by Clockwerk, but Neyla was abandoned by her parents on their own will, and then she was possessed and forced to merge with the robotic bird. Wouldn't you agree?

R&R.