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


As the beasts began to advance, screeching as they charged, Sly swiped an assault rifle of his own and took point next to Wilson, "Doesn't look like we're gonna get out of this, alive."

"Well, as long as we're all together in this crossfire I'm certain we can-" the cougar paused, spotting Bentley roll past them and leap into the hatch. "Aw c'mon! Now where are you going?!"

Just then, the tongues finally came close enough to screech within their ears, and with that Wilson spun around and fired his rifle, launching twelve piercing bullets in the nearest monster.

With those shots, the second battle began.


As for Bentley, the turtle genius zoomed into the ladies' dorm and collected Penelope's RC jet. After which, he rolled over to the captain's dorm and got the work. Keeping the last remaining cryo-dart in his pocket, he installed one final adjustment to the jet, and bomber compartment.

After it was completed he pulled out the dart and stored it into the compartment. His plan was easy to recognize; he would fly the RC jet towards the beast, with hopes count on a lucky shot, and impact it with the dart. Thus, putting it on ice.

With the newly armed RC jet, Bentley picked it up and laid it on his lap, rolling out of the dorm and into the action.

Outside, surprisingly, things seemed to have gotten worse. The monsters were too close for comfort, thinning the crew down to close combat, all the while picking them off.

Julius Black dodged an assaulting beast in time to slicing at its throat with his axe. Watching it bleed on the floorboard and gunning it down with his rifle. Clearly these tongues were no match for his ferocity.

"Load," Murray signal, ordering a sailor to reload a cannonball in the cannon under his armpit. After the "clear" signal, the hippo called, "Light it!" and the cannon fired, launching the metallic ball through the air and came in contact with one creature, busting out its teeth in the making of knocking it away. The sailors cheered, as did Murray, as another ball was loaded.

"Murray! Over here!" Bentley called, waving his hands in the air.

The hippopotamus dropped the cannon and answered his call," Yeah, little buddy?"

"Murray, I need you to throw this into the air so that I can join contacts with the creature and my newly invented projectile," the turtle explained.

Murray blinked, shrugging his shoulders as he accepted the jet. He did not know what his friend was talking about, he only caught the "throw it into the air" part. With his strength and hand-eye coordination, he tossed the jet into the air, as Bentley rapidly began working the controls.

With a stroke a luck, he managed to steer the jet from a nose tip dive and fly it through the sky, beating the winds.

The RC jet, with its advanced photo sensor "Eagle's Eye" was able to spot a new Achilles' heel on the creature, a certain tip on the top of its head, which was a direct link to the brain stem. If he could make that shot, then the job would be done.

he piloted the jet through the storm as Penelope arrived at his side, her weapon replaced with her very own sword, which she had collected back on Seeker Isle. She stood beside him, her sword held out in front of her. "Bentley, what's going on?"

"With the correct aiming and flying ability, I should be able to fall the best by striking the back of its neck, to its brain stem."

"Are you sure about this?"

"I'm the brains of the Cooper Gang outfit," Bentley replied, realizing that he did not need muscle nor talent to be with the one he loved, he just needed to be himself, and he was himself, the Brains.

Suddenly, one of those tongues swooped in and swiped Penelope, wrapping itself around her and raising her into the air, "Bentley, help!"

With that, the turtle readjusted his helmet and turned back to the controls. In order to save Penelope, he needed to take out the source of their problems.

He flew the jet over and around the beast's neck, spotting the location in general for targeting. He piloted closer to the spot, flying around the neck and eluding simply obstacles, and chose his one shot. He triggered the button, which trigger the compartment, and bombed the dart. The small missile fell and pierced the precise spot of target.

With that, everything shook. The large mouth of the beast roared in pain, as did its tongues as they screeched loud enough to break one's eardrums. The pained creatures released everything they snatched, including Penelope, who was caught by Bentley.

Now seated in his lap, Penelope stared into Bentley's eyes, both seeing though each others glasses, transfixed as if they had forgotten about the beast's cry.

As ice covered the large creature, engulfing its tongues as well, it slowly sunk to the deep, dark of the Doom Sea.


To Jammin Jabala: Well, I play a lot of war games and they involve military. Like SOCOM, which is featuring the Navy SEALs. The whole call characters by last name thing kinda caught me an interest, that would probably be why I call my characters by their last name. In fact, I might even get into the habbit of calling Sly Cooper by his last name, MIGHT.

But other than that, I'm glad you're eager for Deception, I'm also gonna talk a bit about Wilson's team while the soldier of fortune is away, all the while producing some mystery in the Palace, both a little scary and erotic. Also, glad you'll be there when I publish it...