Jet Set Radio is a TM and copyrighted by Sega Enterprises. I do not have
any ownership over JSR (apart from owning an official PAL/E copy of the
game on Dreamcast), and so any characters, settings etc etc are all used
courtesy of Sega.
Sega, if you read this and don't like it - don't sue me! Just ask me to take it down.
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Poisoned Affair - A Jet Set Radio fanfiction by Rob Bowker, aka foolife
Chapter 4 - Jam
Somewhere, deep in the sewers of Kogane-cho, the sounds of uniformed chatter could be heard echoing throughout the massive system of pipework and outlets. If one could spend an eternity navigating the foul smelling water, often green with the colourings of waste, they would come across a gigantic storage dome. Formally part of the Rokakku Corporation's water powered facility, it had been long since abandoned. Now, it was nothing but the underground meeting point for the collective Poison Jam.
As the water splashed underneath them, around twelve Poison Jammers stood in lines of four, barking words of Japanese in unison. They all looked identical with their intimidating masks, slasher gloves and drab blue outfit covering over whatever gruesome features lay underneath.
Their leader, however, looked different. Female; a slimmer body, dark and dusty armband absorbing any glimpse of light that might have shone onto it. The others were merely the pawns of the chess set. She who stood there was the darkest spirit of all. Standing on a ledge separately, she looked at her tribe attentively and silently, hands locked together behind her back. Eventually, she held one of her hands out, and the room fell still, short of the lapping of the water against the edges of the dome some 50 feet below them.
"Our plans have not gone well," she began, bluntly. "We are a member down and our attempts to claim Bentan-Cho have ended in utter failure. Master Goji will not be pleased."
The group muttered amongst themselves briefly before the girl carried on.
"Those responsible for the so-called raid - " Her mutterings were so vile. " - remove their masks. Now."
Without questioning why or any apprehension, Rox's teammates on that fateful evening stumbled forward, removing their masks and clutching them in their hands. Their faces were a blanket of similarity. They could have been twins, but something seemed so very different.
"Toss them asides," their leader barked. They did as she requested.
"If the Rokkaku Empire is to rise again, there can be no more failure. You have all heard the direct orders from our master Goji himself; if the meddlesome GGs are not stopped, then Operation Resurrection could be in danger," she said softly. "Therefore, there is no room for error. Rox is already finding this out. You two will suffer similar consequences. Wait here until the Golden Rhinos arrive; you will be taken for re-education."
The two showed no fear, no anger and no remorse. They nodded, simultaneously, resigned to their fate.
"The rest of you," the female continued, her voice regaining its volume. "Bentan-Cho WILL be taken. You are all to attack at exactly 6pm this evening. I will be there to oversee the operation. Dismissed!"
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"Martians come all the way to Earth just to listen to us! Jet Set RADIOOOOOOO! Here's a report come in from down at the pond - there's a little fishy missin'! Piranha of the GGs tried to be a hero by saving a Poison Jammer and now the two of them have disappeared, vanished, gone to the land of make believe! What's worse is that Poison Jam are still recruiting; they don't even give a damn about their lost gang member! Are these guys crazy?! Either these guys are going from slasher fics to chainsaw massacres or something else is bubbling over!"
Professor K's ramblings did no one any good.
Morning had broken over Japan, and in the garage, all the GGs except for Cube, Beat and Gum had assembled. Some were a little more tired than others - over in the corner the pinball machine propped up Slate whilst next to the garage door Garam and Yo-Yo were quite happy propping up each other. Those who had managed to get some shut-eye the night before had been haunted by the bitter dreams of Piranha slipping out of their grasp into the darkness. Getting her back was on everyone's mind.
Tab sat on the sofa lacing up his skates. When Beat was gone, he was the alternate leader, except in this instance he longed for Beat's advice. Other times, it was so much easier; pick a destination, tune into Jet Set Radio, grab some spray cans and go. Everyone knew how to skate, spray and avoid cops - they all took the risks as they came.
He finished the left boot and looked up, making a final head count. Stopping to check whom else hadn't arrived, he began to lace up the right boot, calling out as he did.
"Anyone seen Cube?"
Mew quickly squeaked in reply.
"She said she was tied up at home, and couldn't make it. She'll hook up with us later."
"Right," nodded Tab, finishing the right boot as he did. "And Gum?"
"Right here," came an irate voice from the doorway. Gum was clearly fuming as she rolled in, followed by Beat who rolled to the front. He sighed, and then turned to face his surrogate family.
"Ok, this is what we know. Piranha's still missing -" Gum screwed her face up as she skulked in the corner " - more than likely still with that Poison Jammer. So, I want us to split into two groups. Gum, Mew, Combo, Tab and Slate, you guys go to Shibuya Terminal, canvas the area and find out if anybody knows anything. Garam, Yo-Yo, you two are on a stealth mission into Poison Jam HQ," Beat was cut short with an explosion of protests.
"No way!"
"Are you nuts, Beat?!?!"
"You want them to walk into the gates of Hell itself?"
Beat swallowed lightly and nodded, waiting for the noise to subside before continuing.
"I know this is asking a lot, too much even but it's not like we have a choice. I personally believe you two are the people who can sneak in and out without making yourselves seen. I understand if you don't want to go ahead with this," He looked at them. Garam took a deep breath before muttering.
"Alright, I'm in." Yo-Yo simply nodded, following the crowd somewhat.
"Good," Beat nodded. "I'm staying here to wait for Piranha, and to co- ordinate our mission. Remember, any trouble at all, you come straight back here. Remember, guys, no fancy stuff. This isn't a festival."
He held his hand forward. One by one, the others laid theirs on his.
"Let's do it."
A loud GG cheer erupted throughout the garage as everyone skated out. Beat watched them go, then turned to the sofa, sitting on it and began to unlace his skates. A mere few seconds later, Gum stepped out of the shadows.
"I'm staying here too."
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Those who've played JSRF may notice I've, ahem, 'borrowed' a little element from said game; however, if you know it/can guess what it is, don't spoil it for the others ^_^ it's kinda obvious anyway - Rob, 3rd October 2002.
Sega, if you read this and don't like it - don't sue me! Just ask me to take it down.
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Poisoned Affair - A Jet Set Radio fanfiction by Rob Bowker, aka foolife
Chapter 4 - Jam
Somewhere, deep in the sewers of Kogane-cho, the sounds of uniformed chatter could be heard echoing throughout the massive system of pipework and outlets. If one could spend an eternity navigating the foul smelling water, often green with the colourings of waste, they would come across a gigantic storage dome. Formally part of the Rokakku Corporation's water powered facility, it had been long since abandoned. Now, it was nothing but the underground meeting point for the collective Poison Jam.
As the water splashed underneath them, around twelve Poison Jammers stood in lines of four, barking words of Japanese in unison. They all looked identical with their intimidating masks, slasher gloves and drab blue outfit covering over whatever gruesome features lay underneath.
Their leader, however, looked different. Female; a slimmer body, dark and dusty armband absorbing any glimpse of light that might have shone onto it. The others were merely the pawns of the chess set. She who stood there was the darkest spirit of all. Standing on a ledge separately, she looked at her tribe attentively and silently, hands locked together behind her back. Eventually, she held one of her hands out, and the room fell still, short of the lapping of the water against the edges of the dome some 50 feet below them.
"Our plans have not gone well," she began, bluntly. "We are a member down and our attempts to claim Bentan-Cho have ended in utter failure. Master Goji will not be pleased."
The group muttered amongst themselves briefly before the girl carried on.
"Those responsible for the so-called raid - " Her mutterings were so vile. " - remove their masks. Now."
Without questioning why or any apprehension, Rox's teammates on that fateful evening stumbled forward, removing their masks and clutching them in their hands. Their faces were a blanket of similarity. They could have been twins, but something seemed so very different.
"Toss them asides," their leader barked. They did as she requested.
"If the Rokkaku Empire is to rise again, there can be no more failure. You have all heard the direct orders from our master Goji himself; if the meddlesome GGs are not stopped, then Operation Resurrection could be in danger," she said softly. "Therefore, there is no room for error. Rox is already finding this out. You two will suffer similar consequences. Wait here until the Golden Rhinos arrive; you will be taken for re-education."
The two showed no fear, no anger and no remorse. They nodded, simultaneously, resigned to their fate.
"The rest of you," the female continued, her voice regaining its volume. "Bentan-Cho WILL be taken. You are all to attack at exactly 6pm this evening. I will be there to oversee the operation. Dismissed!"
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"Martians come all the way to Earth just to listen to us! Jet Set RADIOOOOOOO! Here's a report come in from down at the pond - there's a little fishy missin'! Piranha of the GGs tried to be a hero by saving a Poison Jammer and now the two of them have disappeared, vanished, gone to the land of make believe! What's worse is that Poison Jam are still recruiting; they don't even give a damn about their lost gang member! Are these guys crazy?! Either these guys are going from slasher fics to chainsaw massacres or something else is bubbling over!"
Professor K's ramblings did no one any good.
Morning had broken over Japan, and in the garage, all the GGs except for Cube, Beat and Gum had assembled. Some were a little more tired than others - over in the corner the pinball machine propped up Slate whilst next to the garage door Garam and Yo-Yo were quite happy propping up each other. Those who had managed to get some shut-eye the night before had been haunted by the bitter dreams of Piranha slipping out of their grasp into the darkness. Getting her back was on everyone's mind.
Tab sat on the sofa lacing up his skates. When Beat was gone, he was the alternate leader, except in this instance he longed for Beat's advice. Other times, it was so much easier; pick a destination, tune into Jet Set Radio, grab some spray cans and go. Everyone knew how to skate, spray and avoid cops - they all took the risks as they came.
He finished the left boot and looked up, making a final head count. Stopping to check whom else hadn't arrived, he began to lace up the right boot, calling out as he did.
"Anyone seen Cube?"
Mew quickly squeaked in reply.
"She said she was tied up at home, and couldn't make it. She'll hook up with us later."
"Right," nodded Tab, finishing the right boot as he did. "And Gum?"
"Right here," came an irate voice from the doorway. Gum was clearly fuming as she rolled in, followed by Beat who rolled to the front. He sighed, and then turned to face his surrogate family.
"Ok, this is what we know. Piranha's still missing -" Gum screwed her face up as she skulked in the corner " - more than likely still with that Poison Jammer. So, I want us to split into two groups. Gum, Mew, Combo, Tab and Slate, you guys go to Shibuya Terminal, canvas the area and find out if anybody knows anything. Garam, Yo-Yo, you two are on a stealth mission into Poison Jam HQ," Beat was cut short with an explosion of protests.
"No way!"
"Are you nuts, Beat?!?!"
"You want them to walk into the gates of Hell itself?"
Beat swallowed lightly and nodded, waiting for the noise to subside before continuing.
"I know this is asking a lot, too much even but it's not like we have a choice. I personally believe you two are the people who can sneak in and out without making yourselves seen. I understand if you don't want to go ahead with this," He looked at them. Garam took a deep breath before muttering.
"Alright, I'm in." Yo-Yo simply nodded, following the crowd somewhat.
"Good," Beat nodded. "I'm staying here to wait for Piranha, and to co- ordinate our mission. Remember, any trouble at all, you come straight back here. Remember, guys, no fancy stuff. This isn't a festival."
He held his hand forward. One by one, the others laid theirs on his.
"Let's do it."
A loud GG cheer erupted throughout the garage as everyone skated out. Beat watched them go, then turned to the sofa, sitting on it and began to unlace his skates. A mere few seconds later, Gum stepped out of the shadows.
"I'm staying here too."
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Those who've played JSRF may notice I've, ahem, 'borrowed' a little element from said game; however, if you know it/can guess what it is, don't spoil it for the others ^_^ it's kinda obvious anyway - Rob, 3rd October 2002.