Chapter 4: "Agent Sumisu"
Houston's arrangement with the Funny Bunny was already set by Kocha Ruge,
this time he was going to be a main act, and that was worth a lot more than
the last time. He had tried to think of a comedy routine by visiting the
place with Samus and Ezzie the last few days, but couldn't think of anything.
(Plus, the shows they had were REALLY awful.) The best he could think of
was a re-enactment of a Blake Wales comedy duet featuring the Mario Brothers.
And even that was horrible when he saw two Medras doing it.
'Crap...crap...so very much mega-crap. Why is there nothing good here?'
One of the patrons who was a regular sat next to Houston.
"Hey, aren't you that guy that sang about Hardy about a week ago? That outfit
was a killer. No one wore that in over a month. Say...I'll bet you're here
to do research." Houston sat upright suddenly.
"THAT'S IT!!!" He blurts out, causing everyone to look at him. "I just got
my idea for tomorrow's main show, folks, sorry about the scare."
"What's your idea?" Houston looks at the patron and raises his eyebrows.
"Can you say...'Uncle'?"
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It was pretty weird to Samus, Houston's idea being that he wanted to act as
"Uncle" from that Jackie Chan cartoon that Ezzie liked to watch. He wanted
Samus to join in, wearing that fruit lady dress and hat, but she obstinately
refused. His outfit for the act was simple enough, but looked somehow too...
tight. He WAS quite a lot bigger than Uncle, but he didn't care.
"So, you don't want to do anything to help, huh?" Samus grins.
"I'll criticize for you." Houston facefalls. That wasn't what he had meant.
He knew that his plan would more than likely Power Bomb, but it was the best
shot he had, and a good lot more original than everything else. The money
for their deal was riding on his success. "Seriously, why do a comedy
routine? Why not perform somewhere else? You could probably ace the karaoke.
I know your Ozzy Ozbourne singing is killer. Or why not we do a mission-in-
mission?" Houston sighs.
"You're an apprentice hunter, you can't legally accept double commissions.
I...uh...well..." Samus shakes her head and walks to the internet terminal.
"You're an apprentice still, too? What rating level?" Houston looks down
at the floor.
"No, I'm not an apprentice, but my rating is still shameful." Samus looks at
Houston while turning in the chair to face him.
"What is it?"
"...Rating level 2." Samus pauses a moment. She laughs to herself inside of
her head. 2?! He should have had higher if he was in the Guild for so long.
"Oh...right. You didn't get very many commissions. It's not laughable. Not
laughable at all."
"Liar. I know 70 people who have laughed about it. They were all targets on
a hit list that I was given one mission. What's amazing is that I wasn't even
able to attack a single one of them. I felt like some all-powerful force was
watching 'em." Samus shrugs.
"So you turned down that mission, eh? Why did you take it in the first
place?" Houston sighs.
"They're called the 'Matrix Dragon Gang'. A secret gamers ring. They have
skills...and if they don't win, they cheat, they hack, they do anything.
But no matter what, they win. And they can all fight, too. Especially the
gang boss. No one knows who he is, but I have my suspicions." Samus lists
a search on the Matrix Dragons. Houston walks over to the door. "Well, I'm
going."
"Good luck, 'Uncle'. May The Chi Be With You."
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"And now...Armstrong Houston!" Houston walks over to the introducer.
*whap* "Ow!"
"My name is Unclllllle!" *gong!* The people watching chuckle. "Now, who
wants change of hairdo?" Several in the audience raise their hands. "Okay!
I will add together beef ramen flavoring with melted Velveeta Chi...er...
cheeze!" He mixes the two together in a small brass cauldron with a tiny
flame underneath. "Hong Kong Hong Dong Who Hai How...Hong Kong Hong Dong Who
Hai How...Hong Kong Hong Dong Who Hai How..." A small explosion occurs and
the smoke wafts out into the audience. They all look around to see that
nobody's hair was different...except for Hardy's. Instead of having deep
navy blue hair that was around the back of his head and behind his ears,
he had a huge white afro, with a Dr. Eggman mustache of matching color.
"Say hello to Dr. Afro!" *gong!* Everyone begins to laugh, even Hardy.
He had never been the butt of a joke like this before. Plus, he had hair
on top of his head, something he was missing for 12 years.
"I look like I'm something from the 1970's! Can you fix that?!" The laughing
grows louder at Hardy's comment.
Offstage, just behind the curtain, one of the Marduk Cult nods upward.
Another of the agents aims a plasma pistol down at Houston. Hardy spots the
man above Houston and bowls over the table that he sits at.
"HOUSTON! DEATH FROM ABOVE!!!" The agent fires at Houston, who deftly side-
steps the shot and takes out his cable circlet.
"CABLE GUY CHANGE!! *transformation* Alright, you Agent wannabes, your
program's been changed to a new time slot! I am...Cable Guy! And on behalf
of cable TV, you're punished!" At the back of the audience, hidden by a
cloaking enchantment, a humanoid being watches.
Houston takes down the Agent behind the curtains first with his patented
Houston Punches, and then looks up at the sniper that failed to hit him.
"Now to knock you out of your perch, you bald eagle! CNN! NEWS TICKER!"
Three lines with the latest news reports appear and tangle the Agent up
on the rafters. Unable to keep his balance, he falls and Houston kicks him
into the knocked over table that Hardy was still standing at. Hardy quickly
gets out a pair of handcuffs, as does a security officer backstage for the
one behind the curtains.
"Nice job, Houston! We got us a couple of bufoons to interrogate! And the
crowd thinks that your Cable Guy thing is funny!" Houston rubs the back of
his head, and then poses triumphantly.
"Yeah, well...it pays to know every TV show!"
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"Boss, you see the news?! There was Marduk Agents there! What if Sumisu
saw ya?" A squat, fat guy wearing normal clothes colored black looks up at
the humanoid figure from earlier. His aqua-green skin was scaled at all
parts of his body except his face, which looked human enough...if it weren't
for the bizarre color. He wore black, too, but the finest reptilian leather,
pants adorned with deep zippered pockets and a small plain jacket of the same
color. His chest clearly showed, a golden yellow chest and abdomen, as
though he was some kind of cross-bred lizard-man and human. At his left hip,
hanging on a metal hook, was a silver tube with a small dish at one end and a
small button near the bottom. His hair was the same color as his
pants, and his eyes were a puzzling olive green. He almost always either
looked embarassed or uninterested about something. He looked uninterested
now, though.
"Like you need to worry about me? You forget three major things: One, I
cannot be found unless I want to be found. Two, I can deal with anyone from
Marduk Cult, even that scowling bastige Sumisu. Three...you seriously, uber-
seriously...underestimate dragons. Especially me." The fat guy nods.
"Ye-yes. The grace of Anu is with you, Boss, but...shouldn't you take less
risk?" The humanoid dragon shakes his head.
"No. There will be nothing more risky than my next move, Plamer." The fat
guy looks up at his leader.
"Wh-what move is that? Can the Author Dragon tell me?" He nods and turns
on an internet terminal. The softwares that were used for server defense
did nothing to the hacker, but did trace the chip signal back to the user of
the terminal. She was a small blonde girl barely in her teens.
"To recruit...Samus Aran." Plamer gasped.
"M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-Master Katri! Please don't chase after her!" Katri flips
a lock of his hair away from his eyes. He smiles at Plamer
"I've already decided. Besides, Ridley survived her. What should mean that
I can't?"
"...Alright, s-sir. But you'd better hurry, Gemini is attacking her now."
"WHAT?!" Katri disappears in a phase-out.
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Houston parked his new antique car (which he bought with some of his 25000
Credits earlier), a black T-bird, just outside the door to the stairway of
the apartment complex that he lived at. He didn't notice the broken
balconies until then, but didn't care. He slowly climbed the stairs, tired
and unaware of what was going on, when Samus approached him with another
person, who had to be the weirdest looking humanoid he'd seen.
"Uh, Samus, where are you going?" Samus grabs his sleeve and tries to pull
him.
"We got no time! You might want to look into following me until things cool
off around your place." Houston just goes 'wha' as Katri drags him and Samus
away from the apartments to Houston's black T-Bird car. A click and whine
noise behind them said only one thing. Schneider.
"Hello, Samus. Thanks for luring out the Author Dragon for me."
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(Yes, I know that Katri Mattrix is my author handle, but Katri is more than
my author name. He is just as real to me as any other person, and he is
indeed a dragon. I have liked to put him inside of at least one of my
stories, but I haven't been able to put him in as a serious character. This
is probably the first time that I can do it, and it won't be the last. I
might just have an original fiction work with him in it...someday. I will
not change a bit of his appearance or character, either. I like the way that
he is already.
BTW, Plamer is not a typo of Palmer, but a little letter twist.)
Houston's arrangement with the Funny Bunny was already set by Kocha Ruge,
this time he was going to be a main act, and that was worth a lot more than
the last time. He had tried to think of a comedy routine by visiting the
place with Samus and Ezzie the last few days, but couldn't think of anything.
(Plus, the shows they had were REALLY awful.) The best he could think of
was a re-enactment of a Blake Wales comedy duet featuring the Mario Brothers.
And even that was horrible when he saw two Medras doing it.
'Crap...crap...so very much mega-crap. Why is there nothing good here?'
One of the patrons who was a regular sat next to Houston.
"Hey, aren't you that guy that sang about Hardy about a week ago? That outfit
was a killer. No one wore that in over a month. Say...I'll bet you're here
to do research." Houston sat upright suddenly.
"THAT'S IT!!!" He blurts out, causing everyone to look at him. "I just got
my idea for tomorrow's main show, folks, sorry about the scare."
"What's your idea?" Houston looks at the patron and raises his eyebrows.
"Can you say...'Uncle'?"
----------------------------------
It was pretty weird to Samus, Houston's idea being that he wanted to act as
"Uncle" from that Jackie Chan cartoon that Ezzie liked to watch. He wanted
Samus to join in, wearing that fruit lady dress and hat, but she obstinately
refused. His outfit for the act was simple enough, but looked somehow too...
tight. He WAS quite a lot bigger than Uncle, but he didn't care.
"So, you don't want to do anything to help, huh?" Samus grins.
"I'll criticize for you." Houston facefalls. That wasn't what he had meant.
He knew that his plan would more than likely Power Bomb, but it was the best
shot he had, and a good lot more original than everything else. The money
for their deal was riding on his success. "Seriously, why do a comedy
routine? Why not perform somewhere else? You could probably ace the karaoke.
I know your Ozzy Ozbourne singing is killer. Or why not we do a mission-in-
mission?" Houston sighs.
"You're an apprentice hunter, you can't legally accept double commissions.
I...uh...well..." Samus shakes her head and walks to the internet terminal.
"You're an apprentice still, too? What rating level?" Houston looks down
at the floor.
"No, I'm not an apprentice, but my rating is still shameful." Samus looks at
Houston while turning in the chair to face him.
"What is it?"
"...Rating level 2." Samus pauses a moment. She laughs to herself inside of
her head. 2?! He should have had higher if he was in the Guild for so long.
"Oh...right. You didn't get very many commissions. It's not laughable. Not
laughable at all."
"Liar. I know 70 people who have laughed about it. They were all targets on
a hit list that I was given one mission. What's amazing is that I wasn't even
able to attack a single one of them. I felt like some all-powerful force was
watching 'em." Samus shrugs.
"So you turned down that mission, eh? Why did you take it in the first
place?" Houston sighs.
"They're called the 'Matrix Dragon Gang'. A secret gamers ring. They have
skills...and if they don't win, they cheat, they hack, they do anything.
But no matter what, they win. And they can all fight, too. Especially the
gang boss. No one knows who he is, but I have my suspicions." Samus lists
a search on the Matrix Dragons. Houston walks over to the door. "Well, I'm
going."
"Good luck, 'Uncle'. May The Chi Be With You."
------------------------------------
"And now...Armstrong Houston!" Houston walks over to the introducer.
*whap* "Ow!"
"My name is Unclllllle!" *gong!* The people watching chuckle. "Now, who
wants change of hairdo?" Several in the audience raise their hands. "Okay!
I will add together beef ramen flavoring with melted Velveeta Chi...er...
cheeze!" He mixes the two together in a small brass cauldron with a tiny
flame underneath. "Hong Kong Hong Dong Who Hai How...Hong Kong Hong Dong Who
Hai How...Hong Kong Hong Dong Who Hai How..." A small explosion occurs and
the smoke wafts out into the audience. They all look around to see that
nobody's hair was different...except for Hardy's. Instead of having deep
navy blue hair that was around the back of his head and behind his ears,
he had a huge white afro, with a Dr. Eggman mustache of matching color.
"Say hello to Dr. Afro!" *gong!* Everyone begins to laugh, even Hardy.
He had never been the butt of a joke like this before. Plus, he had hair
on top of his head, something he was missing for 12 years.
"I look like I'm something from the 1970's! Can you fix that?!" The laughing
grows louder at Hardy's comment.
Offstage, just behind the curtain, one of the Marduk Cult nods upward.
Another of the agents aims a plasma pistol down at Houston. Hardy spots the
man above Houston and bowls over the table that he sits at.
"HOUSTON! DEATH FROM ABOVE!!!" The agent fires at Houston, who deftly side-
steps the shot and takes out his cable circlet.
"CABLE GUY CHANGE!! *transformation* Alright, you Agent wannabes, your
program's been changed to a new time slot! I am...Cable Guy! And on behalf
of cable TV, you're punished!" At the back of the audience, hidden by a
cloaking enchantment, a humanoid being watches.
Houston takes down the Agent behind the curtains first with his patented
Houston Punches, and then looks up at the sniper that failed to hit him.
"Now to knock you out of your perch, you bald eagle! CNN! NEWS TICKER!"
Three lines with the latest news reports appear and tangle the Agent up
on the rafters. Unable to keep his balance, he falls and Houston kicks him
into the knocked over table that Hardy was still standing at. Hardy quickly
gets out a pair of handcuffs, as does a security officer backstage for the
one behind the curtains.
"Nice job, Houston! We got us a couple of bufoons to interrogate! And the
crowd thinks that your Cable Guy thing is funny!" Houston rubs the back of
his head, and then poses triumphantly.
"Yeah, well...it pays to know every TV show!"
--------------------------------
"Boss, you see the news?! There was Marduk Agents there! What if Sumisu
saw ya?" A squat, fat guy wearing normal clothes colored black looks up at
the humanoid figure from earlier. His aqua-green skin was scaled at all
parts of his body except his face, which looked human enough...if it weren't
for the bizarre color. He wore black, too, but the finest reptilian leather,
pants adorned with deep zippered pockets and a small plain jacket of the same
color. His chest clearly showed, a golden yellow chest and abdomen, as
though he was some kind of cross-bred lizard-man and human. At his left hip,
hanging on a metal hook, was a silver tube with a small dish at one end and a
small button near the bottom. His hair was the same color as his
pants, and his eyes were a puzzling olive green. He almost always either
looked embarassed or uninterested about something. He looked uninterested
now, though.
"Like you need to worry about me? You forget three major things: One, I
cannot be found unless I want to be found. Two, I can deal with anyone from
Marduk Cult, even that scowling bastige Sumisu. Three...you seriously, uber-
seriously...underestimate dragons. Especially me." The fat guy nods.
"Ye-yes. The grace of Anu is with you, Boss, but...shouldn't you take less
risk?" The humanoid dragon shakes his head.
"No. There will be nothing more risky than my next move, Plamer." The fat
guy looks up at his leader.
"Wh-what move is that? Can the Author Dragon tell me?" He nods and turns
on an internet terminal. The softwares that were used for server defense
did nothing to the hacker, but did trace the chip signal back to the user of
the terminal. She was a small blonde girl barely in her teens.
"To recruit...Samus Aran." Plamer gasped.
"M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-Master Katri! Please don't chase after her!" Katri flips
a lock of his hair away from his eyes. He smiles at Plamer
"I've already decided. Besides, Ridley survived her. What should mean that
I can't?"
"...Alright, s-sir. But you'd better hurry, Gemini is attacking her now."
"WHAT?!" Katri disappears in a phase-out.
-----------------------------------
Houston parked his new antique car (which he bought with some of his 25000
Credits earlier), a black T-bird, just outside the door to the stairway of
the apartment complex that he lived at. He didn't notice the broken
balconies until then, but didn't care. He slowly climbed the stairs, tired
and unaware of what was going on, when Samus approached him with another
person, who had to be the weirdest looking humanoid he'd seen.
"Uh, Samus, where are you going?" Samus grabs his sleeve and tries to pull
him.
"We got no time! You might want to look into following me until things cool
off around your place." Houston just goes 'wha' as Katri drags him and Samus
away from the apartments to Houston's black T-Bird car. A click and whine
noise behind them said only one thing. Schneider.
"Hello, Samus. Thanks for luring out the Author Dragon for me."
-----------------------------------
(Yes, I know that Katri Mattrix is my author handle, but Katri is more than
my author name. He is just as real to me as any other person, and he is
indeed a dragon. I have liked to put him inside of at least one of my
stories, but I haven't been able to put him in as a serious character. This
is probably the first time that I can do it, and it won't be the last. I
might just have an original fiction work with him in it...someday. I will
not change a bit of his appearance or character, either. I like the way that
he is already.
BTW, Plamer is not a typo of Palmer, but a little letter twist.)
