Disclaimer: I would NEVER own the characters of Sly Cooper. I don't own anyone in this fanfic since they all belong to Sanzaru game companies.
I don't even own Sly's father who is rumored to be named Connor so I'll just go by that name for Sly's dad to make this a good fanfic.
Hope you enjoy it.
Sly and the Cooper Legacy.
Tennessee was sparring with Henriette whom had improved dramatically on the use of her dagger/cane as she used the gold handle to knock the revolver/cane out of the outlaw's hand. The two had been training for the upcoming battle as everyone else went further into the Cooper vault to either catch up or train in through the many traps their future selves had set.
It was only Henriette and Tennessee whom had stayed by the entrance to keep an eye out for more intruders as they sparred.
Ever since Henriette's mind merged with her future self's, she had become more cocky and even stubborn and she also proved to be very quick witted at the hand of an adversary, as she had just proved.
Both the adult raccoons watched as the gun Tennessee wielded was sent sliding across the rock floor until it slid underneath a large piano.
The both of them were training in Thaddeus 'Winslow' Cooper's shrine as they needed some space whilst everyone else trained separately and got to know each other, descendant to ancestor.
"Hoo-wee! That is sum' golly good fencin' Henriette!" Tennessee praised as he got down to his knees and hands and crawled towards the large musical instrument to retrieve his gun and as his behind and tail was stuck out from underneath the piano. Henriette laughed in amusement of the sight that Tennessee couldn't get out as his neckerchief got caught in a loose bolt hanging just underneath the piano.
"Ye havin' trouble, matey?" Henriette asked, her Pirate accent now fully developed.
"Gah! Can ah' have a lil' helpin' hand?" Tennessee gagged as he was being choked by the fact that each time he tried to pull himself free, his bandanna got tighter and tighter around his neck and constricted his airways. After a few moments of gagging, Tennessee felt himself be yanked out by the bandanna and he smiled up at his saviour.
Slytunkamen the first didn't look very pleased with the outlaw as he extended his hand out towards him, watching as Tennessee grabbed it and he helped him stand. It was clear inside Slytunkamen's eyes that there was only seriousness inside them. Although it appeared that they once had the Cooper spark and maybe still do. It's just hidden deep within the Pharaoh. Henriette decided to go join the others as she left the two alone.
"Come." Slytunkamen the first spun on his feet and walked deeper into the cavern as he used his invisibility to scale up some rock spires that hung on the ceilings like icicles. Tennessee copied this although he did have some trouble and soon enough he reached the other side. He stared Slytunkamen in the eye as he tiredly climbed to his knees.
When Slytunkamen the first looked over his shoulder towards Tennessee, he could not help but smile softly at the outlaw. It reminded him of when his son was young and full of life and this made his approach softer as he told him "Now, Tennessee," He said while raising his voice dramatically to shout over the loud sounds ahead "What you have read and learned by the Thevious Raccoonus was just the first steps." He gestured a hand out towards the many traps designed by multiple Coopers of the past and present that acted as a training course. "Now you need to get yourself prepared for the fight of our lives."
Slytunkamen the first watched as Tennessee bent his head towards the right until his neck cracked in preparation of what he was about to do. The scruffy outlaw started with a small jog as he readied himself to start running and within moments, Tennessee sped off towards the traps and used his ring tail to coil around the first of many traps, like he was climbing some monkey bars in the playground and this was something made in the combined effort of Slytunkamen the third and second.
Tennessee grinned boldly towards his ancestor and made a great leap to the other side with ease. He arched a cunning brow towards the Pharoh "Aw, c'mon! That the best y'all could do?"
Slytunkamen the first just sent his descendant a cheeky yet devilish smile as he pointed slyly upwards, making Tennessee look up also but only to have a giant boulder to come down upon him (without killing him). The cowboy wormed halfway out of the underneath of the rock and panted out "Help...Me...Please."
Slytunkamen the first done as requested and jumped all the way towards the other ledge where Tennessee was trapped and managed to yank him out with little trouble. When the outlaw was safe, Tennessee suggested "Say, why don't we git ta the others?" But he stopped with a frown as couldn't ignore the fact that Slytunkamen looked a bit distracted. His pupils were dilated into very small dots inside his wide eyes and his breathing became shallow as if he sensed something.
As the brown furred raccoon outlaw stared at Slytunkamen the first with utter concern, he held on tight to the Pharoh as he tried to prevent him from knocking himself out.
Tennessee didn't have time to ask what was wrong as Slytunkamen the first fell to his knees with a grunt of pain as he clutched his head tightly as he seethed through his teeth, his fingernails digging into his head as he tried to rid himself of the pain he felt. Tennessee continued to hold on tight to the Pharoh and stay by his ancestor's side and looked around for anyone to help him. Nobody was there.
"Ugh...the pain! It hurts!" Slytunkamen yelled as he thrashed his head about to try and get the agonising ringing to stop and it didn't take long until Tennessee too heard this ringing inside his head as he became slowly sunk to the ground and began to slip into unconsciousness as his vision became fuzzy.
The both of them laid limp upon the ground as Tennessee could vaugely make out someone approaching them as his vision was quickly fading. It didn't take long but Tennessee muttered as he was lifted by a familiar enemy "...Le...Paradox?"
"Nice to see you again, you mangy ball of fur." Le Paradox held his fist back before he thrust his fist forwards and Tennessee's face went sore before his entire world went black as he knew he was totally unconscious.
Meanwhile in Paris...
Salim Al Kupar swallowed hard as he glanced back and forth between the skyline window that had the present Fathom Crystal contained in a glass case below surrounded by lots of green lasers and the navy blue night skies above him as the moon shone brightly against his frail yet energetic form.
He clicked a fidgety finger against the earpiece he was forced to wear as he whispered, getting impatient "Dimitri, when are you going to be done with that security laser thingies?"
"Keep that donkey hat on, Cranky chatty box! I am very nearly greasy sweet with the security system."
Dimitri's voice replied in a laid back down through the earpiece and Salim rolled his eyes in confusion of what Dimitri was saying.
The old arabian raccoon pulled at his snow white beard as his mind was clouded with confusion of what the iguana was telling him "Is that the way kids talk nowadays?" He asked in disbelief "Really, what is the world coming to?"
Salim scratched his head as he tried to still comprehend that he was now back in the future where little made sense to him. He continued standing on the roof of the museum as his ears perked up in alarm at the sound of machines blaring slightly in his ears, making him jump slightly as the sudden noise almost made him fall off the building as he tried to keep his balance.
He felt it as the wind blew hard against his face in a way that told him that trouble was nearby. Little did he know was that he was correct! Salim heard the sounds of the lasers deactivating and this made him smile a little as he made sure that the ropes were securely tied around his feet as he dived gracefully downwards before he stopped right in front of the exposed glass case. The former member of the forty thieves was amazed by the inside of the museum.
It was dark, true, but the moonlight that shone through the skylight was enough to lighten the area slightly as he saw the jewels highly decorated around the room. There was too many to count as Salim felt himself drool over the beauty of these countless treasures! He shook his head as his wise old eyes fell upon the targeted Fathom Crystal that looked sinisterly evil just laying there.
Salim did not know how but the crystal made his spinal cord tremble as he felt very frightened by this artifact as he was now reluctant to take it. "Dude, take the gem!" Dimitri's voice told him in an impatient town but Salim reasoned "I am not so sure we should do this, Dimitri, this seems too easy."
"Take advantage of situation, baggy bones!" Dimitri almost yelled, dismissing the old raccoon's warning "Bentley told us to get the thing so we are going to see through his cool wishes!"
"You have no idea how much I would like to shove my foot up your-" Salim muttered but his ears perked up as Dimitri's voice asked while cutting him off "What was that, bro?"
The old coon panicked for a moment. He didn't want to spend time arguing with the lizard with the strange grammar but he didn't want to grab that gem either. So, deciding he had little choice, he grabbed the object but not before leaving a small card with the Cooper symbol upon it as he was pulled back up on to the roof by some strange force.
Salim grinned down at the object he was tasked to get but this grin disappeared as he heard a French accented voice say from behind "Bonjour, you old scrap of dog's meat." The voice sneered before Salim turned to see who it was but was clearly smacked in the face and the impact sent him backwards as he was sent flying back into the slated roof of another building next door.
Cyrille grinned with a malice as he approached the Arabian ancestor of Sly Cooper before bending down and snatching the Fathom Crystal from his limp grasp as Dimitri's voice asked with a layer of terror underneath it "Old raisin, you cool? Can you hear me!?"
The skunk picked up the ear piece and crushed it underneath his grip to cut off Dimitri's signal. It was then that the skunk snapped his fingers to signal some rat guards forwards as it took two of the guards to carry the old raccoon down from the roof and into the warehouse where Salim was followed by unconscious Tennessee and Slytunkamen the first.
Dimitri watched from a grate covering the hole of the sewers as he saw Le Paradox's goons carry the old raccoon and two others into the old warehouse he called a base. There was fright inside the purple scaled iguana's eyes as he quickly removed a slim phone, opened it up and punched in a few tiny buttons until the sound of ringing could be heard.
It rang for a moment before someone picked up and Dimitri asked urgently "Turtle-man, You there, dude?"
A/N: Oh no! Le Paradox has escaped from prison somehow, stole the fathom Crystal and Salim, Tennessee and Slytunkamen the first has been captured! Sorry for taking awhile with this chapter, I wasn't sure where to go until I thought of this! Next we're coming back to Sly it seems but will Connor forgive him?
I found this SUPREMELY cool Sly Cooper story called 'Clockwerk wars' by Crazyfangirl01. It's really good and it has a lot of fantastic moments that should be in Sly 5 if it ever comes out! Seriously, I wish her story would be a game because its so darn good! I HIGHLY recommend it to those who are interested. That and its prequel: Cooper clan Out of Synch.
Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I will TRY and update soon. I might be a bit busy with everything else (story wise).
-Chloemcg