**Author's Note** Yay, chapter 6 is coming soon! Are you excited?! *looks to the Trigun and BeBop cast jumping up and down* Hmm, I guess they are too! ^_^ let's get this show on the road!
Luis- You like guessing what's going to happen next, don't you? *laughs* Well, I guess you'll just have to wait and see, huh?
sukioVic- Glad to know you think I've got them down! Always a concern of mine, mhm!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from Trigun or Cowboy BeBop, nor am I affiliated with them in any way.
*Faye* "Um, so can we hurry it up with the story already? I'm getting really bored just sitting here waiting."
*Me* "Uh…"
*Vash* "Yeah, hurry it up, please, please, please! Those insurance girls are gonna be on my tail if we don't get to see what happens to us all soon…somehow everything's always my fault!"
*Me* "Sorry Vash…will a plate of doughnuts make up for it?"
*Vash* "Hey, thanks! Huh?"
*Ed* "Doughnuts!!"
*Me* "Err, well okay, I guess I should start the story now…"
*All* "GOOD!"
*blinks…damn…pushy, aren't they?*
Vacation
Part Six
When Worlds Collide
A huge impact rattled the confines of the sand steamer causing most of the passengers to be thrown to the floor from their beds. Vash had managed to pick up his twitching form from against the wall, dusting off his red trench coat, and turned to see Wolfwood helping Milly up. The screams and confused shouts of the others could be heard outside their room's door, as well as the sound of running feet pounding sporadically.
Milly rubbed an eye sleepily. "What's happening? Why did we stop?"
The priest raised an eyebrow toward Vash accusingly and asked, "What'd you do this time, needle-noggin?"
The blond man's jaw dropped, "Why is it every time something happens it's automatically my fault? It's not fair! I don't know what's going on either… aw man I thought it was a star!" He seemed on the verge of tears.
"You big baby!" Meryl shouted, "Come on, we might as well see what we hit."
Still somewhat sleepy, the four joined the chaos roaming through the narrow halls of the sand steamer, pushing their way towards the front deck. Each of them was praying that it wasn't something troublesome.
'Please no more bandits, Milly and I never have good luck on this thing,' Meryl lifted her smoky grey-blue eyes to the ceiling.
'Why can't anything go right? Why doesn't anything nice ever follow me? Even those insurance girls are scary…well the little one is anyway, she likes to hit me. I really hope it isn't the Bad Lads again… Man, can't I get a break?!' Vash's lower lip trembled, his aqua green eyes watering slightly.
'That broom-head has everyone on his trail, but why the hell do his pursuers always endanger innocent people? Ugh…where are my cigarettes?' Wolfwood fumbled inside his breast pocket.
Milly frowned lightly, her blue-green eyes worried. 'I hope the pudding didn't spill in the crash…'
Finally making it past the rush of people, the four skidded out onto the open deck outside, cool night air hitting them. At first they weren't quite sure what to look for because they were under the impression that it was either a band of thieves or the star that Vash and Meryl thought they'd been looking at. However, leaning over the railing, it became pretty obvious.
Below them was a hunk of metal in the shape of what appeared to be a space ship. Not just any space ship, but one where people could actually reside inside. They all blinked in bewilderment. The only preserved piece of lost technology that Vash knew about was the Project S.E.E.D.'s ship and of course his left arm. This thing came out of the sky?
"What the hell is that thing?" Wolfwood leaned over the railing some more then looked to the other three.
"It looks like a space-ship," Vash murmured quietly.
Gasping, Milly widened her eyes. "A space-ship, really?"
"That can't be possible, that sort of technology was lost years ago! How could something like that just fall from the sky?" The black haired insurance girl pondered aloud, crossing one arm over her waist and rested her elbow on it, fingers tapping her chin.
"Nothing is impossible, but this seems really unlikely…improbable is the word I'd use," the priest snorted indignantly.
"Mr. Vash, Meryl look!" Milly exclaimed, pointing down to the ship.
Wolfwood raised an eyebrow wondering if the girl was a little slow on the uptake. She had a reputation for pointing out the obvious sometimes and being a little scatter-brained. However, he noticed after the thought what the big girl motioned to. The hatch to the ship was shifting, groaning with each dull thud sounding from the other side. At once all speech stopped and the group waited what would be seen.
* * *
The crash wasn't as bad as the crew expected, nor did the BeBop burst into flame as Ed so playfully suggested it might. Impact was jarring, yes, but luckily nobody was hurt, save for Faye's slight bump on her head from hitting it against the console. Spike smiled wryly about that. Maybe it would keep her from talking for a while.
"We're not dead?" The woman asked, bursting the bubble of hope the lanky man had.
Ed was the first to rebound and come back to life, jumping to her feet with laptop in hand. "We're alive! Ed's not dead, gone, perished…extinct!" she giggled as Ein barked at her feet in concurrence.
Jet grumbled as he pushed up out of his seat at the controls and tried to gaze out the window. It had a strange film over it, and where ever they were it was dark, obscuring vision of what lay outside. He could only make out some faded shapes.
"Everyone alright?" he asked, turning to check.
Faye groaned, standing up with a hand pressed to her forehead. "I feel like a truck hit me but other than that I'm just peachy…that was quite a crash landing, Jet."
"Don't patronize me Faye, if it weren't for you steering us to those lights we wouldn't have gotten sucked in." the man replied with a scowl, then darted his eyes toward Spike.
The green haired man was brushing the remnants of his crushed cigarettes out of his palm, lifting his eyes to meet the older man's. He pulled his headphones up, seeing them dangling, twisted. Spike was lucky they didn't decide to twist around his neck.
"I'm fine, but I could use a cigarette," was the derisive reply. "Why don't we get out of here and see where we are, Jet? I don't think we made a crash landing on Venus."
"It's a twister! Sucked in, spit out, somewhere else!" Ed mused, rolling on the floor past Spike's feet then jumping back up.
Faye mumbled but said nothing, following suit as the other two trailed Ed and headed for the hatch. The door was bent and dented, making it hard to simply unlock and push or pull open. Jet decided pushing it out was going to work better than yanking the door inside, and began pounding on the metal. The other three and Ein stood side by side, watching him with mild amusement, listening to his muttering. They thought they heard something about jinxing the ship by saying there was nothing wrong with it. Hopefully the Redtail and the Swordfish II were intact.
After some time, Spike joined Jet's efforts and they managed to shove the hatch open, hearing it clank somewhere loudly. A rush of cool air hit them, which was thankfully oxygen. No one had given thought to the fact they might've landed on a low oxygen planet and they hadn't prepared for it. The BeBop must have landed on its side, because their eyes had to turn up to see out. What they saw was almost unimaginable.
Four pairs of eyes stared quizzically down at them from over the railing of a very large and odd looking transport. A blond man with spiky hair, a short black haired woman, a big brunette girl, and a lanky black haired man had their heads cocked and eyes wide as though staring at aliens.
Spike, Faye, Ed, Jet, and Ein all returned the bewildered stares until the brunette girl spoke aloud to them.
"Hullo! Do…you…speak…our…language?"
The BeBop crew exchanged wary glances before looking back up to them. Spike sighed softly.
"Something tells me we're not in Kansas anymore…"