Trigun
Dragon's Breath
Written by: Spike (Yeah, yeah... whatever. Don't own Trigun... Kartsu's mine... whatever.)
A/N: Is anyone reading anymore? Well, if you are but fell asleep, prepare for a wake-up call. Here we go!
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Chapter: The Golden Colt
The trio (and a very well-hidden Vash) headed out from Trapsodic City to travel to Domastoc, where it was rumored that the Grog Mob had positioned themselves. Kartsu didn't seem as surprised about this news as the girls had.
"They must have control of the entire underground. This'll make traveling very harsh for us - we'll have to move quickly again, and without a sound. If so much as a pebble moves down that path, we're Gatling meat." He instilled the girls' boots with a special padding. "It'll silence your movement."
Now, they walked as carefully as possible along the edge of the extremely wide cavern, making sure that no one could hear or see them. It was hard work, especially having to walk with the Cross Punisher AND Millie's stun gun AND Kartsu's long cloak, which twice Meryl almost stepped on. They were like this for about 3 iles, and then they stopped to rest, much to the girls' relief.
"This is hard work, trying to keep quiet and move quickly!" Millie whispered to the others. Kartsu nodded, a sense of panic around him as he watched the path below them. This was a long drop, and there were more patrols on the loose the farther they walked. It was lucky that they weren't dead yet - it was also lucky that they had the shadow advantage. Millie attempted to sit down... and THAT was the biggest mistake ever - she slipped. Fortunatley, Meryl was right next to her, so she didn't fall, but several pebbles fell. Kartsu's eyes widened.
"Shit! Get down!" An urgent panic and struggle, and soon they were completely laid back against the wall. The cavern felt cold to Meryl, but she did not let it phase her. She held in her breath and watched as several guards came up to where they'd heard the noise - only a few pinches away from where they had been resting. At last, they were gone, but Kartsu put his arm across her chest, signaling her to wait until they were back on patrol. Finally, they were pulled off the wall and back onto the rocky path.
"That was a close one!" Meryl whispered. Both of her companions nodded.
They began to move again, as fast as they could, without daring to even sneeze. They had finally cleared the last half-ile, and could now see the walls of Domastoc City up ahead. It was just as beaten-down as Trapsodic had been, but at least it had more Mob members guarding the outside. Without a sound, they relaxed against the wall again, admiring the city's blueprint from afar and looking for anything major. Finally, after several mintues, Kartsu pointed out a sandsteamer near the other end of town.
"He's there... I know it."
"How do you know that, Kartsu?" Meryl questioned.
"Because... the side..." Kartsu pointed. Down on the side, Meryl could faintly see the print of the Grog Mob, just like on their shirts. She nodded as soon as she saw it. "Ah... I see. So, what's the plan?"
He turned to her, staring her down with coldened eyes. "YOU two are to stay here. This is my score, and I will settle it myself, without any help!"
"Oh, really?" Meryl had her bossy voice on now. "And how do you know you'll never need help, hm? We're coming with you no matter what you say!"
Kartsu attempted to reason with her, but she didn't dare let him. "We're coming. Don't try to fight us."
-There's just no breaking this woman...- He sighed. "Fine. You can come, Meryl. But we're sneaking into the city, and..." He eyed Millie. "...we can't have any loud noises."
"I understand, Mr. Kartsu. I'll stay here!" Millie replied. "I've got a two-way radio here-" She handed one to Kartsu. "-So, I'll radio you if anything major happens to the sandsteamer. Good luck, you two!"
With their farewells, Kartsu and Meryl began sneaking towards the city walls, still shrouded in darkness. When they were within shooting distance of the guard, Meryl pulled out a silencer add-on to her weapon. Kartsu stared. "Why didn't you tell me you had one of those?"
Meryl gave a sigh of exasperation. "It never came up." She successfully installed the silencer and knocked out the only guard on the city wall. One head shot was all she needed to bring him down. Kartsu nodded. "Now, let's move. They'll never catch us once we're in the city."
They began to work their way towards the city as fast as possible, soundless and breathless. They managed to vault the city wall long before anyone realized the guard was dead.
"Now, let's go." Kartsu tried to head for the sandsteamer, but Meryl stopped him. "What? What the hell do you want?"
"I just want to ask how in the world are you going to get to this guy?" Bossy tone, stillllllll there. "I mean, there must be thousands of guards, and-"
"You obviously don't know me very well. I'll be fine. All you have to worry about is keeping cool under heavy fire." He grinned - some sort of joke or whatnot.
"Whatever. Let's go."
===Five minutes later===
"WHAT?! We're going to... do... WHAT????!?!?!?"
Kartsu seemed unsurprised by Meryl's response. He had just told her what they were going to do. Apparently she didn't like it.
"You want ME and YOU to raid an ENTIRE SANDSTEAMER WITH ONLY A STANDARD .44 AND A SPECIALIZED .44?? ARE YOU NUTS??????"
She tried her best to keep her voice down, but this was just insane. An entire sandsteamer? This was the stuff that the Cross Punisher was made for, not .44s!
"Don't worry, we can do it." Without another word, he jumped into the ventilation duct. Meryl followed, still reluctant.
-Dammit, I can't believe I'm doing this. Kartsu's obviously gone crazy!
Soon, they reached a shaft, and Kartsu kicked it out swiftly, jumping down after it and immediatly shooting every man in the room. Within seconds, they were dead, blood pouring from their bodies as Meryl jumped down after Kartsu.
"Well, at least now we have a safe.......... haven......" Meryl looked around, trying to keep her sentence intact - they had just cleared a men's bathroom. A look of extreme disgust begot Meryl's face.
"Don't just stand there, let's go!" Shaking herself free of her disgust, she followed Kartsu. Together, they were able to clear out each room, including communications and the boiler room. Finally, the only place left was the helm. Kartsu approached it in the lead, saying, "I'll go first." Meryl nodded.
He kicked the door open. Standing there was... Meryl let out an audible gasp. It was the same man who had tried to rape her on the sandsteamer to October. He was now fully dressed and sober, looking at the door with a strangled look of hatred and surprise on his face. Finally, a low, raspy voice said, "Kartsu... my old friend..."
Kartsu pointed his .44 at the man. "James Comder... you are the man responsible for my reputation. Now, I have come for my revenge." Meryl shook slightly at these words. Revenge was not one of her favorite things.
"But my dear boy... what have I ever done to you?" With that, he pulled out a large shotgun and fired. Kartsu was shot in the knee and seriously injured. Still, he looked up at James, a look of pain and disgust mixing his face.
"Damn you... bastard.... GO TO HELL!!!!" Kartsu suddenly jumped up, perfectly fine, and from his other pocket he pulled another gun, one whose shine made Meryl shield her eyes. When the glow finally subsided, Meryl gasped again. "It's... it's the... and you're the..."
"Yes, Meryl. I am Kartsu Gevan, former man of the Bad Lads..." He looked at her, the fires of hell burning in his eyes. "...And I am also The Legendary Golden Colt, known for his marksmanship and heavy will to survive in this pathetic excuse for a planet. I've made my living by hunting down every bounty ever founded by the gorvernment... and I have come back to my old roots to take revenge on the man who sent me on the run in the first place!"
With that, it began. The man, James, pulled out a .44 and began to dodge and shoot at the same time. Kartsu was not yet using the Golden Colt, waiting for his chance. After several moments...
-Begin Slow Motion-
James jumped directly in front of Kartsu just as Kartsu puts up his Golden Colt. His finger, moving slowly, pulls the trigger.
-End Slow Motion-
BLAM. BLAM. BLAM.
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Tie-In Freestyle Poem: The Colt of Destruction
He was a wanderer, a man of a man,
Searching for a challenge.
He was the greatest bounty hunter anyone ever knew of.
He was the only one who could kill and not be killed...
He was as legendary as Vash the Stampede.
When he was on the prowl...
This look of hell was in his eyes.
It was like the Diablo had possessed him.
Nothing could stop him.
It was a nightmare for anyone who was under his eye.
The towns were restless...
For the sound of three gunshots
Could be heard in the distance...
That was the signal... that the Colt
Had gotten his man.
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-Spike (Destiny brought us together; fate will tear us apart.)
Dragon's Breath
Written by: Spike (Yeah, yeah... whatever. Don't own Trigun... Kartsu's mine... whatever.)
A/N: Is anyone reading anymore? Well, if you are but fell asleep, prepare for a wake-up call. Here we go!
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Chapter: The Golden Colt
The trio (and a very well-hidden Vash) headed out from Trapsodic City to travel to Domastoc, where it was rumored that the Grog Mob had positioned themselves. Kartsu didn't seem as surprised about this news as the girls had.
"They must have control of the entire underground. This'll make traveling very harsh for us - we'll have to move quickly again, and without a sound. If so much as a pebble moves down that path, we're Gatling meat." He instilled the girls' boots with a special padding. "It'll silence your movement."
Now, they walked as carefully as possible along the edge of the extremely wide cavern, making sure that no one could hear or see them. It was hard work, especially having to walk with the Cross Punisher AND Millie's stun gun AND Kartsu's long cloak, which twice Meryl almost stepped on. They were like this for about 3 iles, and then they stopped to rest, much to the girls' relief.
"This is hard work, trying to keep quiet and move quickly!" Millie whispered to the others. Kartsu nodded, a sense of panic around him as he watched the path below them. This was a long drop, and there were more patrols on the loose the farther they walked. It was lucky that they weren't dead yet - it was also lucky that they had the shadow advantage. Millie attempted to sit down... and THAT was the biggest mistake ever - she slipped. Fortunatley, Meryl was right next to her, so she didn't fall, but several pebbles fell. Kartsu's eyes widened.
"Shit! Get down!" An urgent panic and struggle, and soon they were completely laid back against the wall. The cavern felt cold to Meryl, but she did not let it phase her. She held in her breath and watched as several guards came up to where they'd heard the noise - only a few pinches away from where they had been resting. At last, they were gone, but Kartsu put his arm across her chest, signaling her to wait until they were back on patrol. Finally, they were pulled off the wall and back onto the rocky path.
"That was a close one!" Meryl whispered. Both of her companions nodded.
They began to move again, as fast as they could, without daring to even sneeze. They had finally cleared the last half-ile, and could now see the walls of Domastoc City up ahead. It was just as beaten-down as Trapsodic had been, but at least it had more Mob members guarding the outside. Without a sound, they relaxed against the wall again, admiring the city's blueprint from afar and looking for anything major. Finally, after several mintues, Kartsu pointed out a sandsteamer near the other end of town.
"He's there... I know it."
"How do you know that, Kartsu?" Meryl questioned.
"Because... the side..." Kartsu pointed. Down on the side, Meryl could faintly see the print of the Grog Mob, just like on their shirts. She nodded as soon as she saw it. "Ah... I see. So, what's the plan?"
He turned to her, staring her down with coldened eyes. "YOU two are to stay here. This is my score, and I will settle it myself, without any help!"
"Oh, really?" Meryl had her bossy voice on now. "And how do you know you'll never need help, hm? We're coming with you no matter what you say!"
Kartsu attempted to reason with her, but she didn't dare let him. "We're coming. Don't try to fight us."
-There's just no breaking this woman...- He sighed. "Fine. You can come, Meryl. But we're sneaking into the city, and..." He eyed Millie. "...we can't have any loud noises."
"I understand, Mr. Kartsu. I'll stay here!" Millie replied. "I've got a two-way radio here-" She handed one to Kartsu. "-So, I'll radio you if anything major happens to the sandsteamer. Good luck, you two!"
With their farewells, Kartsu and Meryl began sneaking towards the city walls, still shrouded in darkness. When they were within shooting distance of the guard, Meryl pulled out a silencer add-on to her weapon. Kartsu stared. "Why didn't you tell me you had one of those?"
Meryl gave a sigh of exasperation. "It never came up." She successfully installed the silencer and knocked out the only guard on the city wall. One head shot was all she needed to bring him down. Kartsu nodded. "Now, let's move. They'll never catch us once we're in the city."
They began to work their way towards the city as fast as possible, soundless and breathless. They managed to vault the city wall long before anyone realized the guard was dead.
"Now, let's go." Kartsu tried to head for the sandsteamer, but Meryl stopped him. "What? What the hell do you want?"
"I just want to ask how in the world are you going to get to this guy?" Bossy tone, stillllllll there. "I mean, there must be thousands of guards, and-"
"You obviously don't know me very well. I'll be fine. All you have to worry about is keeping cool under heavy fire." He grinned - some sort of joke or whatnot.
"Whatever. Let's go."
===Five minutes later===
"WHAT?! We're going to... do... WHAT????!?!?!?"
Kartsu seemed unsurprised by Meryl's response. He had just told her what they were going to do. Apparently she didn't like it.
"You want ME and YOU to raid an ENTIRE SANDSTEAMER WITH ONLY A STANDARD .44 AND A SPECIALIZED .44?? ARE YOU NUTS??????"
She tried her best to keep her voice down, but this was just insane. An entire sandsteamer? This was the stuff that the Cross Punisher was made for, not .44s!
"Don't worry, we can do it." Without another word, he jumped into the ventilation duct. Meryl followed, still reluctant.
-Dammit, I can't believe I'm doing this. Kartsu's obviously gone crazy!
Soon, they reached a shaft, and Kartsu kicked it out swiftly, jumping down after it and immediatly shooting every man in the room. Within seconds, they were dead, blood pouring from their bodies as Meryl jumped down after Kartsu.
"Well, at least now we have a safe.......... haven......" Meryl looked around, trying to keep her sentence intact - they had just cleared a men's bathroom. A look of extreme disgust begot Meryl's face.
"Don't just stand there, let's go!" Shaking herself free of her disgust, she followed Kartsu. Together, they were able to clear out each room, including communications and the boiler room. Finally, the only place left was the helm. Kartsu approached it in the lead, saying, "I'll go first." Meryl nodded.
He kicked the door open. Standing there was... Meryl let out an audible gasp. It was the same man who had tried to rape her on the sandsteamer to October. He was now fully dressed and sober, looking at the door with a strangled look of hatred and surprise on his face. Finally, a low, raspy voice said, "Kartsu... my old friend..."
Kartsu pointed his .44 at the man. "James Comder... you are the man responsible for my reputation. Now, I have come for my revenge." Meryl shook slightly at these words. Revenge was not one of her favorite things.
"But my dear boy... what have I ever done to you?" With that, he pulled out a large shotgun and fired. Kartsu was shot in the knee and seriously injured. Still, he looked up at James, a look of pain and disgust mixing his face.
"Damn you... bastard.... GO TO HELL!!!!" Kartsu suddenly jumped up, perfectly fine, and from his other pocket he pulled another gun, one whose shine made Meryl shield her eyes. When the glow finally subsided, Meryl gasped again. "It's... it's the... and you're the..."
"Yes, Meryl. I am Kartsu Gevan, former man of the Bad Lads..." He looked at her, the fires of hell burning in his eyes. "...And I am also The Legendary Golden Colt, known for his marksmanship and heavy will to survive in this pathetic excuse for a planet. I've made my living by hunting down every bounty ever founded by the gorvernment... and I have come back to my old roots to take revenge on the man who sent me on the run in the first place!"
With that, it began. The man, James, pulled out a .44 and began to dodge and shoot at the same time. Kartsu was not yet using the Golden Colt, waiting for his chance. After several moments...
-Begin Slow Motion-
James jumped directly in front of Kartsu just as Kartsu puts up his Golden Colt. His finger, moving slowly, pulls the trigger.
-End Slow Motion-
BLAM. BLAM. BLAM.
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Tie-In Freestyle Poem: The Colt of Destruction
He was a wanderer, a man of a man,
Searching for a challenge.
He was the greatest bounty hunter anyone ever knew of.
He was the only one who could kill and not be killed...
He was as legendary as Vash the Stampede.
When he was on the prowl...
This look of hell was in his eyes.
It was like the Diablo had possessed him.
Nothing could stop him.
It was a nightmare for anyone who was under his eye.
The towns were restless...
For the sound of three gunshots
Could be heard in the distance...
That was the signal... that the Colt
Had gotten his man.
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-Spike (Destiny brought us together; fate will tear us apart.)