Recap: With Rock now apprehended by Galaxy Police Officer Kiyone, his troubles have gone from finding that damned murderer to just getting himself out of this mess in one piece! How'd he let that slippery killer slip right out from under him, anyway?
Chapter Three: Bust
Rock groaned as he laid face down on what he deemed to be an extremely cold and uncomfortable surface. His senses were bombarded as an extremely unpleasant odor filled his nose, the floor was cold to his touch, and his eyes were having a hard time focusing as they slowly opened and say nothing but a large haze of grey. He pulled himself up to sit as his eyes struggled to focus. He looked to his right and saw the bars of his cell. Rock's head was pounding and he groaned as he turned to the left, seeing a young boy with dark blue eyes and brownish-blond hair sitting on the bed. Rock blinked at the boy, and he blinked back. Rock's cell partner had a red shirt and a blue denim jacket, and his baggy khakis bunched up at his shoes. The boy fixed his jacket as Rock pulled himself up to sit on the bed and spoke in an almost unfitting cheerful voice "Hi! My name's Jim, Jim Hawking. What brings you to our cell?" Rock was still looking down trying to get his bearings as he questioned "Our...?" Jim nodded "Yeah, he's with us, too" And with that Rock looked up to the man that sat on the bed across from him. He was very muscular, he was bald save for his black beard; and he had a small, odd, piece of metal under his right eye that curved upward slightly. The main thing that caught Rock's attention was his left arm. It was metallic. Rock spoke in a lowered voice, the man was clearly very powerful and he had no idea what kind of people he was sharing a cell with... like prison's the best place to meet friendly people, anyway "Uh... hello, sir.." The man puffed a cigarette he had sneaked a while back, and he took it from his lips and held it between his fingers as he replied "Don't call me 'sir'. The name's Jet." "Ok, si... um, Jet." Rock's entire body was full of pain. He hadn't had much time to recover from his desert walk before he ran a mile in five minutes. And after that he was knocked senseless with a laser pistol. Being in a cold, dingy cell didn't help his situation, but he was glad to FINALLY be able to rest.. if for only a few moments. Opposite to the wall that was the end of the cell, there was a man with red hair finishing lining explosive charges.....
Outside the prison's main entrance, a man with bushy green hair was finishing locking and loading his rifle. At his feet, a small brown Welsh Corgi panted excitedly. The man shushed at him "Keep it quiet, Ein. We're gonna get busted before we even get in there if you keep breathing that loud." The dog growled a bit and sat quietly, waiting for his partner to finish placing his grenades on the inside of his jacket. Ein looked at him with an almost 'who's running this operation?' sort of look as he waited.
Inside the cell, Jet and Rock were discussing while Jim snored on the bed. "So, Rock.. how'd you get all that blood on you? And did you say your last name was Howard?" Rock nodded "Yes, Mr. Jet, it is." "Well, that's funny.. I used to have an old bounty hunting buddy way back, maybe you two are related somehow." "Maybe we are, Jet.. what was his name?" "His name was Geese." "Oh... that's my dad..." "Your dad? Well.. that's great kid, your pop and I go back a long way. So, you never did answer my question.. what's with all the blood?" "It's my dad's... he's dead." This visibly upset Jet, taking a long hard drag on his cig as he looked Rock in the eyes "So, Rock... I guess the guy that killed him landed the rap on you and got you in here too, huh?" "It was a girl that did it..." Jet quirked an eyebrow as Jim turned in his sleep "Girl, huh? What'd she look like?" "I don't know... a little shorter than me.. red hair.. red eyes. I saw her without her cloak.. but I could barely look at her. Girls make me nervous." Jet grinned a bit at his last line as he seemed to be thinking about something "Maybe you're after her, too.." "Too? You mean you know who killed my dad?" Jet let out a sigh "Well, there's a bounty on her. Damn high, too. Went looking for her, but she gave me the slip. Landed me in here, slippery little devil." Rock could see that Jet was distraught... he spoke more quietly than before "Sir? How did you know my dad?" Jet spoke up a bit, trying to hide his sadness "Well, it all started back when..."
The clip was locked in place.
The timer was at 30 seconds.
The bushy-haired man was now with his back against the prison's main entrance. The red-haired man was in hiding waiting for the explosives. The bushy-haired man took a radio from his pocket and quietly said 'Faye? I'm going in. Get the Red Tail ready.' A quick reply 'Sure thing, Spike.' and he was ready. Spike quickly turned and kicked the door open, his automatic rifle aimed squarely at the main desk and the armed guard that sat there boredly, playing solitare. The guard looked up and met Spike's gaze. He didn't wait to ask questions, but quickly stood and attempted to draw his own rifle. Spike quickly plugged him in the chest with two shots, the loud blasts tearing straight through his armor in small holes and blowing out the back in blotchy, bloody messes that stained the wall with small pieces of flesh and streaks of blood from where the man fell against the wall and slid down to the floor. The loud bangs and muzzle flashes caught Jet's and Rock's attention, and Jim stirred in his sleep a bit. They watched as guards ran past their cells, and heard more blasts accompanied with the sounds of yells and falling bodies. Spike aimed expertly from his position, he had no cover but his aim was fast enough. Soon there weren't any guards close enough to get in his way, so he quickly ran down the cell aisle and found Jet's and Rock's cell "Jet! Come on, we gotta go! And who's the..." his question was interrupted by a deafening blast and the sounds of rubble falling. Jim sprung to his feet and looked at the gaping hole that now replaced the cell's far wall. "Gene!" Jim called out as the red-haired man stepped into view from the cloud of dust "Jim! Come on, we gotta go and now!" Jim nodded and looked to Rock "Say, Rock, wanna come with us?" Rock looked to Jim, then at Jet. Spike had just finished picking the lock, so Jet stood for just a moment longer, waiting for Rock's answer. It was clear to him that Jet knew his father... he could probably help him in his search "Sorry, Jim.. I think I'm going to go with Jet" and with that, he as well as Jet and Spike ran through the aisle and out the door.
To Rock's amazement, just outside the building there was a small circular craft that resembled some type of futuristic helicopter without blades being towed behind a larger, rather ugly pale brown craft. Spike clambered into the larger aircraft and detached the winch that dragged the smaller Red Tail, and Jet hopped into the custom seat next to Faye in it. Rock blinked as the cockpit opened, revealing an extremely attractive woman with violet hair and and yellow hot pants. Rock had already taken up blushing when she yelled over the roar of the craft "Hurry up and get in!" He nodded and climbed up into her lap, looking at the prison building as it started to get lower, the Red Tail taking off. Then the machine gun fire started.
Chapter Three: Bust
Rock groaned as he laid face down on what he deemed to be an extremely cold and uncomfortable surface. His senses were bombarded as an extremely unpleasant odor filled his nose, the floor was cold to his touch, and his eyes were having a hard time focusing as they slowly opened and say nothing but a large haze of grey. He pulled himself up to sit as his eyes struggled to focus. He looked to his right and saw the bars of his cell. Rock's head was pounding and he groaned as he turned to the left, seeing a young boy with dark blue eyes and brownish-blond hair sitting on the bed. Rock blinked at the boy, and he blinked back. Rock's cell partner had a red shirt and a blue denim jacket, and his baggy khakis bunched up at his shoes. The boy fixed his jacket as Rock pulled himself up to sit on the bed and spoke in an almost unfitting cheerful voice "Hi! My name's Jim, Jim Hawking. What brings you to our cell?" Rock was still looking down trying to get his bearings as he questioned "Our...?" Jim nodded "Yeah, he's with us, too" And with that Rock looked up to the man that sat on the bed across from him. He was very muscular, he was bald save for his black beard; and he had a small, odd, piece of metal under his right eye that curved upward slightly. The main thing that caught Rock's attention was his left arm. It was metallic. Rock spoke in a lowered voice, the man was clearly very powerful and he had no idea what kind of people he was sharing a cell with... like prison's the best place to meet friendly people, anyway "Uh... hello, sir.." The man puffed a cigarette he had sneaked a while back, and he took it from his lips and held it between his fingers as he replied "Don't call me 'sir'. The name's Jet." "Ok, si... um, Jet." Rock's entire body was full of pain. He hadn't had much time to recover from his desert walk before he ran a mile in five minutes. And after that he was knocked senseless with a laser pistol. Being in a cold, dingy cell didn't help his situation, but he was glad to FINALLY be able to rest.. if for only a few moments. Opposite to the wall that was the end of the cell, there was a man with red hair finishing lining explosive charges.....
Outside the prison's main entrance, a man with bushy green hair was finishing locking and loading his rifle. At his feet, a small brown Welsh Corgi panted excitedly. The man shushed at him "Keep it quiet, Ein. We're gonna get busted before we even get in there if you keep breathing that loud." The dog growled a bit and sat quietly, waiting for his partner to finish placing his grenades on the inside of his jacket. Ein looked at him with an almost 'who's running this operation?' sort of look as he waited.
Inside the cell, Jet and Rock were discussing while Jim snored on the bed. "So, Rock.. how'd you get all that blood on you? And did you say your last name was Howard?" Rock nodded "Yes, Mr. Jet, it is." "Well, that's funny.. I used to have an old bounty hunting buddy way back, maybe you two are related somehow." "Maybe we are, Jet.. what was his name?" "His name was Geese." "Oh... that's my dad..." "Your dad? Well.. that's great kid, your pop and I go back a long way. So, you never did answer my question.. what's with all the blood?" "It's my dad's... he's dead." This visibly upset Jet, taking a long hard drag on his cig as he looked Rock in the eyes "So, Rock... I guess the guy that killed him landed the rap on you and got you in here too, huh?" "It was a girl that did it..." Jet quirked an eyebrow as Jim turned in his sleep "Girl, huh? What'd she look like?" "I don't know... a little shorter than me.. red hair.. red eyes. I saw her without her cloak.. but I could barely look at her. Girls make me nervous." Jet grinned a bit at his last line as he seemed to be thinking about something "Maybe you're after her, too.." "Too? You mean you know who killed my dad?" Jet let out a sigh "Well, there's a bounty on her. Damn high, too. Went looking for her, but she gave me the slip. Landed me in here, slippery little devil." Rock could see that Jet was distraught... he spoke more quietly than before "Sir? How did you know my dad?" Jet spoke up a bit, trying to hide his sadness "Well, it all started back when..."
The clip was locked in place.
The timer was at 30 seconds.
The bushy-haired man was now with his back against the prison's main entrance. The red-haired man was in hiding waiting for the explosives. The bushy-haired man took a radio from his pocket and quietly said 'Faye? I'm going in. Get the Red Tail ready.' A quick reply 'Sure thing, Spike.' and he was ready. Spike quickly turned and kicked the door open, his automatic rifle aimed squarely at the main desk and the armed guard that sat there boredly, playing solitare. The guard looked up and met Spike's gaze. He didn't wait to ask questions, but quickly stood and attempted to draw his own rifle. Spike quickly plugged him in the chest with two shots, the loud blasts tearing straight through his armor in small holes and blowing out the back in blotchy, bloody messes that stained the wall with small pieces of flesh and streaks of blood from where the man fell against the wall and slid down to the floor. The loud bangs and muzzle flashes caught Jet's and Rock's attention, and Jim stirred in his sleep a bit. They watched as guards ran past their cells, and heard more blasts accompanied with the sounds of yells and falling bodies. Spike aimed expertly from his position, he had no cover but his aim was fast enough. Soon there weren't any guards close enough to get in his way, so he quickly ran down the cell aisle and found Jet's and Rock's cell "Jet! Come on, we gotta go! And who's the..." his question was interrupted by a deafening blast and the sounds of rubble falling. Jim sprung to his feet and looked at the gaping hole that now replaced the cell's far wall. "Gene!" Jim called out as the red-haired man stepped into view from the cloud of dust "Jim! Come on, we gotta go and now!" Jim nodded and looked to Rock "Say, Rock, wanna come with us?" Rock looked to Jim, then at Jet. Spike had just finished picking the lock, so Jet stood for just a moment longer, waiting for Rock's answer. It was clear to him that Jet knew his father... he could probably help him in his search "Sorry, Jim.. I think I'm going to go with Jet" and with that, he as well as Jet and Spike ran through the aisle and out the door.
To Rock's amazement, just outside the building there was a small circular craft that resembled some type of futuristic helicopter without blades being towed behind a larger, rather ugly pale brown craft. Spike clambered into the larger aircraft and detached the winch that dragged the smaller Red Tail, and Jet hopped into the custom seat next to Faye in it. Rock blinked as the cockpit opened, revealing an extremely attractive woman with violet hair and and yellow hot pants. Rock had already taken up blushing when she yelled over the roar of the craft "Hurry up and get in!" He nodded and climbed up into her lap, looking at the prison building as it started to get lower, the Red Tail taking off. Then the machine gun fire started.