Cowboy Bebop FREELANCERS
Session 3- Generation Gap Groove
Chase ran through the spaceport lobby almost out of breath, the damaged car had finally given up on him about a half a mile from
the station. He pushed the last bit of energy out of him as he reached the ticket booth, breathing heavily as the man behind the desk
eyed him cautiously. "Can I help you?" He asked in a surprised voice, as Chase took a wad of bills from his pocket.
"Give me a ticket." He answered, slapping the money down on the desk. There were about two hundred wulongs more there than was needed
to get a flight to Venus from almost anywhere in the solar system. "Boarding has already been completed, sir." The man informed him,
taking the bills. "The next shuttle is scheduled to depart in three hours, I assume you're requesting an advance ticket?"
"Goddamnit." Chase growled, pounding his fist on the desk. He didn't have a minute to spare, much less three hours.
"I said give me a ticket!" He shouted, drawing a beretta and aiming it at the glass window the man was standing behind.
"Sir the flight is about to take off, I'm sorry but if you don't put that away I'll have to call security." Chase fired a round into
the bulletproof glass, gritting his teeth at the man. "Now!" He demanded, as the man shrank back in surprise.
He reluctantly obeyed, pushing buttons on a machine as a ticket popped out from the top. He slid it under the glass window,
cringing as Chase snatched it up greedily. "There, for what good it will do you sir." The man addressed in a shaken voice,
but as he turned around he saw Chase was gone.
Out on the lauchpad, the shuttle was firing it's primary engines and preparing to lift off. Chase botled towards it, feeling like
he was about ready to collapse. He reached the warning gate as a security officer spotted him, holding his hand out as Chase
neared. "The flight's already boarded.." The officer began, as Chase put the ticked in his outstretched hand without
even slowing down. "I know, damnit!" Chase replied, cursing as the boarding walk began to retract. It slid away as he jumped for all
he was worth, barely catching hold of one of the shuttle's wings. As the shuttle began to move, Chase slowly climbed his way
on top of the ship, inching towards the matainence hatch. The shuttle lifted off the ground as Chase reached the hatch,
tugging on the handle with brute force until it agreed to open. A surprised stewardess jumped back with a scream, as Chase
landed squarely on her cart of food. She stared wide eyed at him as he quickly dismounted her food cart, smiling sheepishly
as he scratched his head. "Sorry, thought the can was up there." Chase excused himself, grabbing a can of soda as he walked away.
The stewardess watched him go with a blank expression, hoping she wasn't going to be held accountable for all the ruined food.
Chase calmly made his way to seat 128, the number that had been on his ticket. He reached it and sat down heavily, opening the
soda can and drinking as if he'd been in a desert all day long. Chase breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a loud belch that made
the little girl sitting across from him giggle. Chase winked at her, smiling slightly as he leaned back in his seat. The little girl tugged
at her mother's dress, pointing at the funny man across the isle. Her mother smiled and nodded, then told her daughter to leave
the other passengers alone. Several cars arrived at the spaceport just in time to see the shuttle take off,
rapidly gaining altitude as the syndicate men watched it go.
The beat up old fishing ship sat atop a lake on Venus, floating silentely as the day inched into afternoon. Jet Black
was sitting on the edge of the hangar bay, holding his fishing pole lazily as the sinker began to move under the dark water.
He always fished when he was thinking of Spike Spiegel, his old friend and partner. He'd always gone fishing when they
stopped on some planet to catch a bounty or get supplies, always off this very hangar bay. Never caught much either,
Jet was holding up that part pretty well. He glanced briefly at the empty cooler beside him, frowning slightly. It really
wasn't as easy as it looked. Or perhaps he was simply getting too old to have the patience for these things, he'd given
up on the bonsai trees about a month ago and thrown out the lot of them. He'd thought many times about giving up the
cigarettes as well, being damn near sixty years old meant that he had to stop doing certain things.
"Aww, to hell with it." Jet grumbled, setting the pole down. It was no good to get caught up in old memories right now,
he was waiting for someone which meant staying as alert as he could.
Chase wandered through the streets of Venus, sinking his teeth into the apple he'd bought from a street vendor.
The address Olga had given him was fairly vauge, and the old man he'd asked directions from wasn't much clearer.
Chase was about to find someone else to ask, when he passed a small hardware shop. There was no sign on the door,
or anywhere else for that matter. In fact the nameless shop had only it's address painted in large orange lettering over the
display window, which had various parts and weird devices showing. The address matched the one Chase had been given,
and he knocked on the door for a few mintues before getting impatient and going inside. A strange laughng noise sounded
as he entered the shop, a rather insane twist on hanging a bell over the door. There was more junky stuff
inside, hanging off shelves and piled up against the walls. Some of them were advertising pretty amusing uses, like guns
loaded with stink gas. There were lots of useful articles as well, mainly hacking devices and anti-hacking devices.
Chase thought whoever owned the place must make good buisiness that way, selling hacks and ways around them.
Even more if they programmed flaws into both, which was technically wrong but good buisiness sense none the less.
No one had come to greet the new customer yet, Chase wondered if things got stolen from here a lot with no clerk
and an unlocked door. He picked up one of the stink guns as he waited, smirking at it. As soon as it left the shelf,
a retractable gun popped out from the wall and pointed right at Chase. "Put it back." A sultry female voice demanded,
as Chase promptly dropped the gun. "I was sent here by a friend." He explained, looking around for cameras. He didn't
see any in the walls or ceillings. "A friend of who? I think you've got the wrong fucking shop pal." The voice replied
suspiciously, as Chase turned back to the gun pointing at him. The was a camera lens in the barrel, most likely meaning it
didn't actually have any bullets. "Look, whoever you are I'm here for some answers and I'm not leaving without them."
Chase stated, then added "I was sent here by Faye Valentine." There was a short pause, followed by a crazy kind of laugh.
"Faye sent you? Are you Chase?" The voice questioned, as the gun turret retracted into the wall again. "That's me."
Chase answered, putting his hands in his pockets as he waited some more. He heard a door being unlocked and then opened,
as a tall voluptuous redhead suddenly appeared from somewhere in the back. She was dressed in a tight orange halter top
and purple pants that were even tighter. As she came around the counter to face him, Chase saw she was barefoot.
"I'm Edward." She said happily, smiling at him. "I've been waiting a long time for this." She informed Chase, holding out
a pack of cigarettes. "Can we talk somewhere?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "Sure, the backroom. But smoke first."
Edward insisted, still smiling at him oddly. Chase nodded agreeably, thinking that was a pretty good idea. He fished a cigg out
of his pocket, hesitating as Ed said "No no no, smoke these. I like them best." Chase gave her a strange look, eyeing her
cigarettes. "So smoke them." He said finally, feeling a little strange. "Nooooo, you fucker! I don't smoke!" She shouted
irritably, sporting a mood swing that rivaled his mother's. "Then what the fuck?" Chase shouted back, as Ed took one of her cigarettes
and gently put it in his mouth. She lit it with what looked like a small blowtorch, nearly singing his eyebrows in the process.
"I'm addicted to second hand smoke, see?" Edward explained, standing right in front of Chase as he blew smoke in her face.
"Ohh, yess." She cooed, closing her eyes and smiling. Chase couldn't believe his mother had sent him here, this girl obviously had
issues all the medication in the galaxy couldn't cure. "Ok, now we can talk." Ed agreed at last, grabbing Chase's hand as she led him
into the backroom. She kept her face very close to his the entire time, taking deep breaths and smiling like a crazy person.
She was incredibly beautiful, he couldn't stop looking at her alluring yellow eyes or her exotically dark skin tone. Her figure was
in nice shape too, with muscular yet thin limbs and a very flat midsection. It was so flat that it accentuated her chest, which stuck
out firmly above her tight stomach. Her butt was a marvel as well, she must have worked out at least twice everyday.
But as gorgeous as she was, Chase was worried for his safety. She was obviously nuts, and she seemed to know a little more about
him than he could be comfortable with. "Quit looking at my ass, pervert! This is serious buisiness!" Ed shouted at him, pulling his hand
harder as they reached the backroom. Chase sincerely hoped Faye knew what she was doing when she sent him here, it was only a matter of
time before the syndicate found him again and he didn't want to picture Edward in any kind of violent situation.
Session 3- Generation Gap Groove
Chase ran through the spaceport lobby almost out of breath, the damaged car had finally given up on him about a half a mile from
the station. He pushed the last bit of energy out of him as he reached the ticket booth, breathing heavily as the man behind the desk
eyed him cautiously. "Can I help you?" He asked in a surprised voice, as Chase took a wad of bills from his pocket.
"Give me a ticket." He answered, slapping the money down on the desk. There were about two hundred wulongs more there than was needed
to get a flight to Venus from almost anywhere in the solar system. "Boarding has already been completed, sir." The man informed him,
taking the bills. "The next shuttle is scheduled to depart in three hours, I assume you're requesting an advance ticket?"
"Goddamnit." Chase growled, pounding his fist on the desk. He didn't have a minute to spare, much less three hours.
"I said give me a ticket!" He shouted, drawing a beretta and aiming it at the glass window the man was standing behind.
"Sir the flight is about to take off, I'm sorry but if you don't put that away I'll have to call security." Chase fired a round into
the bulletproof glass, gritting his teeth at the man. "Now!" He demanded, as the man shrank back in surprise.
He reluctantly obeyed, pushing buttons on a machine as a ticket popped out from the top. He slid it under the glass window,
cringing as Chase snatched it up greedily. "There, for what good it will do you sir." The man addressed in a shaken voice,
but as he turned around he saw Chase was gone.
Out on the lauchpad, the shuttle was firing it's primary engines and preparing to lift off. Chase botled towards it, feeling like
he was about ready to collapse. He reached the warning gate as a security officer spotted him, holding his hand out as Chase
neared. "The flight's already boarded.." The officer began, as Chase put the ticked in his outstretched hand without
even slowing down. "I know, damnit!" Chase replied, cursing as the boarding walk began to retract. It slid away as he jumped for all
he was worth, barely catching hold of one of the shuttle's wings. As the shuttle began to move, Chase slowly climbed his way
on top of the ship, inching towards the matainence hatch. The shuttle lifted off the ground as Chase reached the hatch,
tugging on the handle with brute force until it agreed to open. A surprised stewardess jumped back with a scream, as Chase
landed squarely on her cart of food. She stared wide eyed at him as he quickly dismounted her food cart, smiling sheepishly
as he scratched his head. "Sorry, thought the can was up there." Chase excused himself, grabbing a can of soda as he walked away.
The stewardess watched him go with a blank expression, hoping she wasn't going to be held accountable for all the ruined food.
Chase calmly made his way to seat 128, the number that had been on his ticket. He reached it and sat down heavily, opening the
soda can and drinking as if he'd been in a desert all day long. Chase breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a loud belch that made
the little girl sitting across from him giggle. Chase winked at her, smiling slightly as he leaned back in his seat. The little girl tugged
at her mother's dress, pointing at the funny man across the isle. Her mother smiled and nodded, then told her daughter to leave
the other passengers alone. Several cars arrived at the spaceport just in time to see the shuttle take off,
rapidly gaining altitude as the syndicate men watched it go.
The beat up old fishing ship sat atop a lake on Venus, floating silentely as the day inched into afternoon. Jet Black
was sitting on the edge of the hangar bay, holding his fishing pole lazily as the sinker began to move under the dark water.
He always fished when he was thinking of Spike Spiegel, his old friend and partner. He'd always gone fishing when they
stopped on some planet to catch a bounty or get supplies, always off this very hangar bay. Never caught much either,
Jet was holding up that part pretty well. He glanced briefly at the empty cooler beside him, frowning slightly. It really
wasn't as easy as it looked. Or perhaps he was simply getting too old to have the patience for these things, he'd given
up on the bonsai trees about a month ago and thrown out the lot of them. He'd thought many times about giving up the
cigarettes as well, being damn near sixty years old meant that he had to stop doing certain things.
"Aww, to hell with it." Jet grumbled, setting the pole down. It was no good to get caught up in old memories right now,
he was waiting for someone which meant staying as alert as he could.
Chase wandered through the streets of Venus, sinking his teeth into the apple he'd bought from a street vendor.
The address Olga had given him was fairly vauge, and the old man he'd asked directions from wasn't much clearer.
Chase was about to find someone else to ask, when he passed a small hardware shop. There was no sign on the door,
or anywhere else for that matter. In fact the nameless shop had only it's address painted in large orange lettering over the
display window, which had various parts and weird devices showing. The address matched the one Chase had been given,
and he knocked on the door for a few mintues before getting impatient and going inside. A strange laughng noise sounded
as he entered the shop, a rather insane twist on hanging a bell over the door. There was more junky stuff
inside, hanging off shelves and piled up against the walls. Some of them were advertising pretty amusing uses, like guns
loaded with stink gas. There were lots of useful articles as well, mainly hacking devices and anti-hacking devices.
Chase thought whoever owned the place must make good buisiness that way, selling hacks and ways around them.
Even more if they programmed flaws into both, which was technically wrong but good buisiness sense none the less.
No one had come to greet the new customer yet, Chase wondered if things got stolen from here a lot with no clerk
and an unlocked door. He picked up one of the stink guns as he waited, smirking at it. As soon as it left the shelf,
a retractable gun popped out from the wall and pointed right at Chase. "Put it back." A sultry female voice demanded,
as Chase promptly dropped the gun. "I was sent here by a friend." He explained, looking around for cameras. He didn't
see any in the walls or ceillings. "A friend of who? I think you've got the wrong fucking shop pal." The voice replied
suspiciously, as Chase turned back to the gun pointing at him. The was a camera lens in the barrel, most likely meaning it
didn't actually have any bullets. "Look, whoever you are I'm here for some answers and I'm not leaving without them."
Chase stated, then added "I was sent here by Faye Valentine." There was a short pause, followed by a crazy kind of laugh.
"Faye sent you? Are you Chase?" The voice questioned, as the gun turret retracted into the wall again. "That's me."
Chase answered, putting his hands in his pockets as he waited some more. He heard a door being unlocked and then opened,
as a tall voluptuous redhead suddenly appeared from somewhere in the back. She was dressed in a tight orange halter top
and purple pants that were even tighter. As she came around the counter to face him, Chase saw she was barefoot.
"I'm Edward." She said happily, smiling at him. "I've been waiting a long time for this." She informed Chase, holding out
a pack of cigarettes. "Can we talk somewhere?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "Sure, the backroom. But smoke first."
Edward insisted, still smiling at him oddly. Chase nodded agreeably, thinking that was a pretty good idea. He fished a cigg out
of his pocket, hesitating as Ed said "No no no, smoke these. I like them best." Chase gave her a strange look, eyeing her
cigarettes. "So smoke them." He said finally, feeling a little strange. "Nooooo, you fucker! I don't smoke!" She shouted
irritably, sporting a mood swing that rivaled his mother's. "Then what the fuck?" Chase shouted back, as Ed took one of her cigarettes
and gently put it in his mouth. She lit it with what looked like a small blowtorch, nearly singing his eyebrows in the process.
"I'm addicted to second hand smoke, see?" Edward explained, standing right in front of Chase as he blew smoke in her face.
"Ohh, yess." She cooed, closing her eyes and smiling. Chase couldn't believe his mother had sent him here, this girl obviously had
issues all the medication in the galaxy couldn't cure. "Ok, now we can talk." Ed agreed at last, grabbing Chase's hand as she led him
into the backroom. She kept her face very close to his the entire time, taking deep breaths and smiling like a crazy person.
She was incredibly beautiful, he couldn't stop looking at her alluring yellow eyes or her exotically dark skin tone. Her figure was
in nice shape too, with muscular yet thin limbs and a very flat midsection. It was so flat that it accentuated her chest, which stuck
out firmly above her tight stomach. Her butt was a marvel as well, she must have worked out at least twice everyday.
But as gorgeous as she was, Chase was worried for his safety. She was obviously nuts, and she seemed to know a little more about
him than he could be comfortable with. "Quit looking at my ass, pervert! This is serious buisiness!" Ed shouted at him, pulling his hand
harder as they reached the backroom. Chase sincerely hoped Faye knew what she was doing when she sent him here, it was only a matter of
time before the syndicate found him again and he didn't want to picture Edward in any kind of violent situation.