Bebop Burnout
By RichieD
Session 29: Escaping into another dream (act one)
Author Note: Hey there folks how's it been? (Crickets chirping) Right I deserve that, well first off let me apologize for the EXTREME lateness of this fic. I started this at the beginning of the year and its taken me five months just to get back to it and am only on the third chapter! Ugh, talk about neglecting. Well am back and hope to get the story back in full swing. Were still focused mainly on Rich (my character) in this chapter. But be patience were getting to the Bebop crew very soon. Speaking which their owned by the creative animators of Sunrise and co. SO DON'T SUE, AM WRTTING ABOUT YOUR SHOW FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! That is all, enjoy ;D.
"Alright, who the hell are you?!" one of the RD members shouted at the person and probably their next target who had his hands raised in front of him. "Gee these guys must me the welcoming committee" Rich, the figure in question mused to himself as he kept his hands raised and trying to keep from panicking. "Shoot first and said hello later. Well I better think of something or…" "I ASKED WHO ARE YOU?!" repeated the member a sense of anxiousness in his voice. "Uh, would you believe… the janitor of this building doing his rounds?" Rich said uneasily, hoping that his (lame) excuse worked. A bullet that ricocheted to his side off a rock told Rich otherwise. "Smooth answer idiot, real smooth" he scowl at himself suddenly realizing that beads of sweat were forming around the side if head. Rich had been in a lot of hold-ups in the past and through all of them he never really took them too seriously. But after looking death in the eye only to be confronted by it again so soon, it was hard to try n be calm and cool under these circumstances. Seconds passed and the tension was growing in the demolished rooftop as the RD members were trying to get some sense of what was going on. One minute they were chasing some intruder that had forced his way into the stronghold. Now their leader was dead, as well as the intruder they were after. AND how did this kid fit into it all? Wandering around the throne room just as beat up as the other two men. Was he the one that took those guys out. No that seemed to impossible to be true…was it?
"Ok kid, no more bulls***ing, either you tell who you are or you kiss lead and concrete. Now TALK!" Yelled the RD member who was in front of the bunch, his trigger finger starting to get a little shaky. But the boy remained silent, however, and as you might have guessed this didn't play well on the member's last bit of nerves that were on the edge. Slowly the member started to pulled down on the trigger when a speck of light caught his eye, a little glow that radiated from underneath the jacket of his target. "What the fuck?!" he murmured to himself pausing on the trigger that instant. And that was all Rich needed as he suddenly spun around a let loose a laser shot from his blaster sending it into the small group of Red Dragons. The group quickly scattered as to keep from being hit, although some were burned as the laser passed either their arms or the side of the waist in all the rush. Finally the laser hit the back wall and the RD's started to regain their senses, Rich ducked behind some rocks caused from the explosion and did the same. Thinking God he remembered to bring his blaster along and was able to focus his energy into it at the last second (A/N: A "Spaced" thing. I'll explain at the end.). "Am not out of it yet. That blast was just big enough for a distraction. They'll be on my case again in few seconds, where they heck did they come from any way?" He brushed that question aside as the Red Dragons were on full alert again. Searching wildly around the room, ready to shoot as soon as they laid eyes on him. "Where is he!" "I don't know, that blast caught me off guard!" "Find him!!!" "Seal off the exit!" "What exit?! That laser blocked the only way out" "Then no ones getting out, the fool sealed his own fate. Keep searching!" As all this was said, Rich frowned at the last sentence. His feeble attempt to save his life may have ended it. "Always my luck" Rich groaned to himself "Theres only one way out now." As he decided on the option, a Red Dragon was closing in on his spot. Griping the handles of his machine gun tightly as the man walk slowly toward the rubble. As he got closer, some smaller rocks rolled out from behind the bigger boulder. Seeing this, a small grin started to appear on his face "How stupid can you get" he thought to himself as he raise the gun. Before he could let the rounds fly, a yellow streak suddenly appeared from out of nowhere, the thug was taken by surprised,. Not from the streak, but because the barrel of his gun was cut clean off. Before he could come out of his daze a roundhouse kick caught him in his face, sending the brute to a world of darkness. Rich stood over him, admiring his handiwork "Guess I own Shorty and E.G a coke for those martial arts lessons after all." His thoughts were interrupted as he jumped out of the way of the RD's gunfire "Considering I live to get the change".
"Calling all I.S.S.P cruisers. Calling all I.S.S.P. cruisers. Smoke spotted coming from the northeast of town. Any cruisers in that vicity please respond. Over"
Hearing the call the officer, a husky man with dark hair and a mustache, picked up the com and responded. " This is unit 1293 here, I am at in the area and it is confirmed. Smoke is seen overhead coming from a tall unknown building. Hold on" he paused on the com for a second "And I think I heard what sounds like gunfire coming from the rooftop. Proceeding to check it out have backup on stand by. Over"
"Roger that, unit 1293"
With that the officer gun the engine on his airship and started to make his way toward the Red Dragon's building. Not too far from his location, two airships proceeded to follow the police cruiser.
"A tall building in the center of the city. That must be he same place where we landed."
"Am more worried about the gunfire part. C'mon we gotta reach this place before the cops do!"
"Right, let's jam."
The boosters flared on both ships, jettisoning the rides forward fast as they could go toward their intended location.
As they sped forward, the person in the second airship whispered something silently to herself "Please be alright, Rich."
Back at the headquarters
Bullets were flying left and right as the RD members were viciously trying to gun Rich down, whom so far was able to keep
ahead of the stream despite his injuries and the crowded number of Red Dragon in the room. As he ran past the gun toting men (and through a few which he quickly knocked into unconcessiness.) Rich darted behind another of the various rooftop rubble, quickly bracing himself before jumping out and firing another laser hoping he hit someone. He couldn't tell however as the light from the laser blinded everything in front of him, keeping his eyes from seeing anything. Shots suddenly rang out from the light indicating that a few of them were still standing. With the area around him getting peppered by gunfire, Rich made a move to get out of the way. " Gotta get to another sp..AHHH!" He screamed as a lucky shot grazed his shoulder causing him to stop his fire. As the light died, the first thing Rich saw was a fist headed straight for him. On instinct he blocked with his good shoulder and, as painful as it was, uppercutted with the other knocking his assailant back. As Rich went to make another move, the wind was suddenly knocked out of him as a foot crashed into his stomach. That was nothing compared to the fist that connected to his face, which came afterward. Then another fist and another and another, pretty soon the RD had surrounded him, each pounding on Rich with fist, feet, elbows, or the butt of their guns. Finally, for what seems like a eternity of pain, a swift kick to Rich's side from a RD send him flying a short distance from the group where he landed against the wall, a battered mess of bruises. Using what little strength he had in him, Rich pulled himself to his hands and knees and faced forward on the group who were slowly advancing on him. As he looked up he saw the sadistic grin of the person who call on him earlier, gun in hand and pointed straight at Rich. "Too bad kid, you chose the wrong party to crash and the wrong people to mess with, now you won't leave to brag about it" he said as he clocked his gun "lights out punk!" and with that he the RD pulled the trigger.
And that is finally the end of the third chapter. I must said its finally good to be back at the writing post. Hopefully my job won't keep me busy enough to put this on another month(s) long hiatus. Anyway I said I'd explain the gun/energy thing somewhere in the middle of the chapter. Well in the Spaced comic, Rich obtains a blaster that has no trigger it can only be used when he concentrate his energy into it. The more the concentrated the energy, the more powerful he blast is. Of course it can fire off short bursts but there pretty weak compared to the heavy stuff hope I cleared that up. Please review and thanks for reading.
~Coming Session~
Shorty: Ouch, Rich sure did take a beating in this chapter didn't he?
Faye: Pfft, that's nothing. Try getting thrown out of a church window or getting knocked around by a insane guy in a amusement park. What your friend went through is just a grade school beat down.
Spike: Uh Faye, you weren't the one that went through all that and suffered the damage afterwards.
Faye: "shrugs" All the better for me "takes a drag on her cigarette"
Rolly: Hey aren't you supposed to be dead?
Spike: Isn't your partner about to be?
Rolly: Hmm Touché'
Next Session
Session 30: Escaping into another dream (act two)
E.G: I guess this is where things get interesting
Spike: Depends on your definition of interesting
E.G: You mean "something that holds my attention"
Spike: Uh never mind.