Author's note: I am planning on rewatching the series as soon as I get the dvds, or find some way of downloading the episodes I seem to have lost over the years... in any case I'm just going to be winging it as far as some of the plot points, few as there were, and as little as they are needed to perform actual storytelling... Names and character traits are the main things I need to remember and the fan sites I have seen just don't cut it exactly... So until then I hope you continue to enjoy the offering I have to give...
I checked a music video that I made of Excel Saga and found that it is very difficult to determine what Hyatt's eye color is, so at the risk of being beaten I am going to say preliminarily that it is amberish(amber)
The Price of Conquest
Chapter Two: Mission Start
July 5, 2003 Present Day...
"You mentioned before that you wanted to go swimming..." a rope unrolled from the ceiling, it swayed back and forth casting long ominous shadows on the floor and walls. Excel beamed at her great Lord Ilpalazzo with the kind of unwavering respect and loyalty that one might expect from a dog, or perhaps a porpoise. Reflecting more on the former than the latter a stream of drool gushed from her mouth as she stood in attention, her mind abuzz. "Ilpalazzo-sama actually remembered something I said! Lucky! Shiawase! Shiawase! Happiness! Joy! Rapture! This means he recognizes my existence! Happiness! Joy!..." her mind swirled in a great multitude of terms she both understood and did not, her mind having suffered a terrible accident some years before...
"Hai Ilpalazzo!" she brought forth all the swirling sentiment that bubbled and writhed within her and put them into that one exuberant statement, her eyes shimmering with hope and untold excitement. Ilpalazzo-sama brought down his hand in a mighty tug on the rope, "Well then swim..."
A chime sounded somewhere in the distance as the powerful doors swung open under the very feet that were at this particular moment attached to the unsuspecting Excel. The aforementioned orange haired ball of unnecessary exuberance hung momentarily in the air, her emerald gaze never once leaving her beloved Ilpalazzo-sama.
"Eh?" it was only when she felt a cool draft below her that her gaze drifted downward, her mind ceased its spinning of joy to prepare itself for an entirely different kind of spinning. Gravity seemed to have a hard time functioning correctly on this particular day, in an instantaneous moment Excel's gaze wandered upward to meet Ilpalazzo-sama's cold uncaring yellow eyes... why?...
One single thought crossed her mind at the moment their gaze met, but was soon drowned out by her scream of terror, "Here I go then!" she found herself screaming although her heart, for some reason, did not feel quite as in tune with those words as normal.
Ilpalazzo allowed the rope to slip through his fingers, the doors snapped shut with such finality that for a moment no sound could be heard. The mechanisms were so well crafted that even the seems upon which the two doors joined could not be seen by anyone who thought to look for them, perhaps even with knowledge of their location.
"Hyatt..."
The blue haired princess had allowed her gaze to wander, expending a small amount of energy to turn her head just enough so that it might gaze to where her sempai had just fallen once more. She averted her eyes from the spot, her pale expression turned slightly paler, "I can hear Excel-san down there..."
Even the thoughts of the near comatose woman seemed to travel at an even, steady, yet constantly weak thread. She concentrated on straightening out her stance as her gaze met Ilpalazzo-sama's once more... "hai Ilpalazzo-sam"
The Lord of ACROSS once more brought forth a small remote from within the folds of his gray cloak, "The mission of which you and Excel are about to undertake is of the utmost importance..."
"Are mission? Ilpalazzo-sa..."
"hai" with that simple word he pressed a small button inset into the very center of the square device. The screen which had remained in a state of readiness during the long wait for the inevitable expulsion of Excel now flared to life. Great volumes of data poured across it, names, places, times, and objectives, but throughout the most prominent feature was a large blown up image of a familiar face.
Ilpalazzo-sama stared at the same images as they floated by, allowing a moment for the magnitude of the operation to sink in. He could not help but feel a kind of apprehension and excitement flood through him... the face of an old friend, the face of his greatest nemesis to the conquest of F city, a face of oddly shaped blond hair and a great mustache...
Darkness... Yami... places through which not the slightest stream of light could be seen. Excel lay in a pool of some liquid best left undescribed, all around could be heard numerous sounds of splashing. The rats and assorted vermin scurried about through the waters and the concrete walkways, into the walls and further still. The young woman opened her eyes to peer through the great darkness surrounding her, she sat up placing a hand to her head. "Where am I?" she murmured groggily, the dank conditions of the great depths of the sewer system began to clear. Her vision and memory slowly returned to her with the brightening of her surroundings. A guttural growl came sharply from some unknown corner, "What is that? An alligator, or crocodile? Ah! Not again I have to run or call the hospital! Nah police is probably better... but then again..."
All the while Excel's ceaseless yammering aroused and captivated the senses of one great alligator. It moved in slowly, methodically, paddling through the ooze of the sewers, its shiny green scales atop its massive head glittered in a sudden shaft of light. Excel heard an abrupt splash behind her, she screamed in terror as the great alligator lunged at her. A loud smack reverberated throughout the sewers much the same as a wet towel slapping against bare skin.
Excel wobbled about frantically screaming muffled and incoherent words through alligator skin. In response the great beast, taller than Excel herself if the tail is included, wrapped its forearms and heindlegs around her tighter. She cried out as her foot came in contact with a small pebble, a sudden rush of water and the young woman came tumbling down into the ooze.
The sun shone high above a calm afternoon day, not a cloud could be seen in the sky. A soft wind blew from the west, ruffling the grasses and the leaves that hung loosely from the trees. The little shops of the ignorant masses stood open, wares of various kinds and prices hung about the wide sidewalks of F city. Pedestrians were walking from place to place along these great thoroughfares of the masses, many had their thoughts elsewhere, wondering about the tasks of the day, what they should buy at the grocery, who they should date come that fateful Saturday night. Male and female, black and white, young and old, all people of this city no matter their stature or race noticed the radiant beauty and friendly demeanor of a tall woman with deep amber eyes. She strolled calmly and carefully through the city, she waited a good time at a crossing for the little man at the other end to turn green. Many young men, with perhaps looser morals than pants, asked her if she wished them to relieve her of a large black violin case she seemed to be dragging through the city, although in fewer words. To which she declined waving a free hand about weakly, "It's alright I can manage..." she spoke weakly and methodically. Luckily for the young woman most of the hotheads of the city were turned off by her sudden hacking cough and subsequent hand soaked in blood. Those who stayed fearing for her safety, the good ones, dared not follow when she began walking slowly down the crosswalk. She had waited too long in disagreeing with the young men and the sign had long since turned to the unfavorable red. It is needless to say that as she crossed multiple cars whizzed by her in a blur. She was nearly knocked to the ground several times by the wind, and in an impressive display of bodily fortitude she attempted to mount the nearly impassable one inch step to the opposite sidewalk.
"One step..." she breathed heavily, a tiny stream of blood trickling from her mouth, she licked her lips, long since used to the coppery taste of blood she eased her muscles forward. With great care and meticulous planning each cell of muscle in her leg moving only just enough... she brought her leg up slowly and then brought it down. The soft tap against the warm concrete was the sound of victory, "halfway there..."
She picked up her left foot and slowly moved it up and forward just enough, tap... "Success..." a soft smile played across her face as the tiniest trace of color graced her cheeks. She continued down the sidewalk in her usual careful, almost blissful manner, smiling brightly to everyone that passed.
Hardly a ripple crossed the placid surface of a great pool of sewage. The rats who had witnessed many a great struggle here cautiously approached the edge of the small body of water. The tiny vermin's small beady eyes darted about as a bubble burst from the surface. This singular break in the surface brought forth a tiny ripple that spread throughout the pool, this disturbance in the water brought with it a great disturbance in the tiny creatures. They fled the scene in droves of raggedy fur as many more bubbles burst from beneath the watery sludge. Excel gasped as her body shot from the depths of the pool, her hand came crashing down upon the scaly head of her reptilian nemesis. It fell back into the water as she back flipped elegantly onto the concrete walkway, "V is for Victory!"
She called out into the sewers, her words reverberating through the slightly less dank atmosphere, her hand outstretched to form a gallant 'V' before her...
The mighty alligator stared up at her through its yellow slits, a low grumbling of acquiescence forming tiny bubbles by its snout. Excel laughed sheepishly, placing her hand behind her head, "You did well for an alligator Snappy! Maybe you should work out in a gym to get better! I don't think alligators can go to gyms, but maybe you can get a job to go to a gym... but then alligators can't get jobs, but then you can't find love!"
The young woman cried out in sadness and mourning, but then suddenly turned her back to the alligator, "oh well, see you later..."
The aforementioned alligator rolled on its back waving its small legs in farewell. Excel casually waved her hand before a sudden pain shot through her... "ah ahhhahha...ah!" she doubled over in pain, falling to the ground. One hand clenched her chest, her other hand clenching painfully toward a spot of light that had appeared before her in that instant. She closed her eyes, tears spilling from them, "Not now... please not yet..."
She pleaded over and over in her mind before the pain subsided. She stood once more, shakily, testing her balance on each foot. Her breath continued to come in gasps, her hands came to her face wiping away the damp trails her hot tears had formed. She stood for a minute composing herself, the pain subsiding back to a dark place within her where it remained in slumber. She beat a hand against her chest, "Yosha! Let's go enjoy the day!" she walked a few steps forward merrily singing some exuberant tune, it sounded hollow at first but then, like her smile, became more convincing with each step. It was then that the speck of light that she had seen before became brighter, the surroundings became clear enough that she could see without doubt a crude set of bars leading skyward...
Hyatt stood before a grandiose building, the warm rays of the sun shined brightly off its many windows and pristine limestone exterior. She held a small scrap of paper in a shaky hand, looking from it to a sign embedded in concrete that read, "Safety Assurance Agency Headquarters, if your safety is not assured than we are not doing our jobs... whatever they may be... perhaps you have the right to know what we do, and then again we have not the space on our sign... I will now recite to you the names of all those who have died in service of safety assurance..."
The sign was a truly massive structure nearly eight feet tall and five feet wide, it listed countless names... "I think this is right..."
Hyatt dragged the black violin case along as she made her way to the very center of a massive courtyard. Trees and palatial fields of manicured grass of the brightest green filled a large expanse of space, this was cut through by a path of concrete and tile that led outward to the building itself, upon which numerous marble stairs stood. Hyatt stared in awe and slight discomfort at the scene, "ma, so many big stairs..."
She instantly felt lightheaded as her gaze drove skyward to the top of the long flight, toward the set of large oak double doors. The little color that had managed to build in her cheeks vanished as the blood flowed in a series of sporadic coughing fits. The violin case fell on its side as she bent down over it, tiny spots of crimson formed on its lackluster polish as each cough brought forth a torrent of blood. She held back her hacking coughs of blood with one hand as the other braced against the hard tile.
Hyatt first heard a great clanking sound of something colliding with high force against metal and then...
"Exit confirmed!" the cheerful voice of her sempai blasted through the courtyard in the warm afternoon. She lifted herself back to a standing position, her hair still being played about by the wind generated from such an awesome blow as that poor sewer cover received. Her gaze first landed upon it, a great dent had been formed in the center with the clear impressions of someone's knuckles, bits of concrete and tile were strewn about the scene.
Excel stared out onto the scene, Hyatt was crouched some short distance away, blood dripping from her chin, similar spots on a large black violin case, and a gigantic building of white and shininess...
"Sempai..."
"Ha-chan!"
The orange haired woman shot from the confines of her sewer escape route, she had miraculously found some way of removing any evidence that she had ever been there. She ambled toward the tall princess, "Ha-chan! What are you dong here? How did you get here? What's in the violin case? Are you playing at a concert? Is the concert here? Oh! I love concerts! No I don't actually I can't sit through them much, I have to keep moving, keep talking, keep hyper, I'm hyper and happy and I'm glad to be alive! Every day is a new day and all life is to the fullest! What are you doing here Ha-chan?"
Hyatt waited patiently for her coworker to finish her usual flurry of statements and queries. She had crumpled to the ground and now seemed to have regained her strength somewhat, "We have a mission here..." she managed to get out calmly pointing at the great building that stood before her. Hyatt returned her gaze to her friend who looked as if she were in a sudden trance..."ano, Excel-san?"
"I understand now!" she exclaimed thrusting a triumphant arm into the air, "Ilpalazzo-sama gave Excel another way to get to our mission objective! That means... that means..."
A flashy image of the great Ilpalazzo appeared in the sky surrounded by sparkles. Orchestral music trumpeted from seemingly nowhere as sparrows and doves fluttered into action, accompanying the general scene.
"ano...sempai"
"eh? What is it Ha-chan? I'm just about to start a dramatic Broadway production with lots of lights and sounds and music and dancing and... wait to dance I need a nice looking dress thats all flowing and sparkly, like this one!"
A scene cut in from last chapter involving a similar dress that flirted about the young woman elegantly as she swirled about to the beat of the now waltz-like music.
"ano...sempai" Hyatt repeated from her seated position motioning an arm forwards. Excel slowed her incessant twirling and fluttering enough to gaze forward at the same white building they had been standing next to for nearly ten minutes now...
"ah, right..." she muttered snapping her fingers together, the music suddenly stopped retreating back to the darkened sound stage from which it had originated. She continued, "what is our mission Ha-chan? Are we going to play at an orchestra? But I don't have an instrument... where can I get an instrument? Does anyone have an instrument!" she called out to no one in particular before she felt a slight tug on her arm. Excel gazed down at the blue haired princess below her, she had managed to drag the large violin case beside her.
She said nothing at the moment, merely grasping the two metal clasps that held the case closed. The anemic woman slowly drew back the first clasp, an audible snapping sound was heard by the few onlookers who had decided to watch. She licked her lips as her fingers struggled against the polished metal, its shiny surface reflecting her determined amber gaze. The entire crowd held its breath as the whole case rattled with her effort, a small bead of sweat forming on her forehead she looked almost ready to collapse. The crowd released a combined sigh of relief as the familiar snapping sound filled their ears. Hyatt sat back, wiping the singular bead of sweat from her forehead, "phew, I think I need to lie down..."
With that she collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from her mouth. Those who had remained and those who arrived for the first time stood around the two agents in a great circle. "Ha-chan!" Excel cried running to her, she cradled her beloved friend's head in her hands, her blue curls turning a kind of purple from the blood that still poured from her, "No, Ha-chan don't die! Excel needs to know what the mission is!"
Remarkably enough Hyatt revived far quicker than usual on that day, the people stared as for an instant they could swear they felt a coldness surround her. A flash, Excel saw a kind of dark aura surrounding Hyatt's lifeless body. The orange haired woman's eyes widened for an instant, she struggled to say something, but felt her own voice constricted by something indescribable. A cold wind blew through the whole courtyard for a moment as Hyatt opened her eyes...
In the next instance the young alien princess was back in a sitting position, leaning against the black case for support, she yawned, "ahhh... that was a nice nap.." she yawned a few more times while Excel just stared at her, "Ha-chan..."
"hai sempai?" her amber gaze turned to meet her friends slightly troubled green orbs, she could swear she saw something in them that she had never seen before, serious thought. However in an instant the young woman had blinked and whatever had been in those eyes had disappeared completely, "Nevermind Ha-chan what is our mission!" she yelled out for all the world to hear enthusiastically.
Hyatt carefully sat up, she methodically tested each foot against the ground, holding her hands to the case for support. Excel watched this procession dully, it quickly bored her, so she decided to follow the path of a nearby sparrow, "Hey Sparrow-san! What's it like being a bird? How is the weather up there? It's probably cold... do you get cold? How about colds? I hate colds they last forever and you feel so terrible and you can't dance like this..." the young woman set about to twirling and prancing about merrily. The crowd that had gathered no longer cared to witness a beautiful woman standing up or an insane one prancing about so it had greatly thinned.
Excel finally finished her antics when the bird flew away, she stood waving at it tears brimming in her eyes, "bye Sparrow-san I hope we meet again!"
It was then that her attention shifted behind her, a sound of metal clanking against metal. "wah! Ha-chan what's that!?" she could never help but yell/ask ignorantly. Hyatt struggled to pull her body upward, a heavy metal tube slung over her shoulder. She straightened up an inch at a time until the full enormity of what she was carrying came to be seen...
"Now which way do I point this?" Hyatt shakily examined a small scrap of paper, looking from it to the large bazooka balanced expertly on her shoulder. Excel gawked at the size of the thing, it was a three foot silverish metal tube with a large tripod hanging below it, and an expensive scope attachment. Yes, this was truly a devastating work of military sophistication, "They should put an arrow on this..."
Hyatt angled the weapon slightly upward, her eye peering through the large scope at its top. Excel could do nothing but sit on the sidelines waving two "Hail Ilpalazzo" flags she had made herself out of hair and Menchi fur, that and wonder why she had never been given one of those things. Nevertheless she kept repeating her "Hail Ilpalazzo" mantra all the same. This of course alerted Uncle Sam, who was visiting, who then alerted Collen Powell, who was also visiting, who then alerted Micheal Moore, who was filming a documentary regarding the ineffectiveness of the agency, who then informed the most necessary to inform... Director Kabapu the imperial leader of the mighty and powerful, Safety Assurance Agency...
Far below the gathering cloud of men and machinery milling about above in the great building of safety was Hyatt. Her lips were pursed, her eyes narrowed through the scope, she prepared herself as best she could lining up the arrows of the sight, and then it happened. An instant of indecision, a hacking cough, a slight downswing of the arms, a rush of air, dust, and steam; a projectile launching forth at high speed from the powerful weapon.
Excel watched in awe as Hyatt was surrounded by an immense cloud of steam and dust. As the smoke cleared a gargantuan explosion rocked the entire city, "Ha-chan that was awesome!" the young woman cried as she dashed toward her friend, the smoke slowly clearing. As the last wisps of it disappeared into nothing Excel stopped before Hyatt's prone form. She had been blown forward by the blast, her grip had loosened on the bazooka some time ago leaving it rolling about on the hard ground.
Excel decided that Hyatt would wake up eventually and this was her perfect opportunity to examine the bazooka. She dashed for it, lifting the cylindrical tube into her hands just as the double doors of the pristine white building burst open. Dozens of unnamed faceless minions dressed in white and black filed out into the courtyard. Each held an impressive array of weaponry, mainly one big pump action shotgun that they continued to utilize every time they wanted to emphasize a point. Excel watched, still holding the bazooka, as the minions formed two single file lines facing each other. Down the center of this makeshift aisle came three minions similarly dressed in thick body armor. They carried between them a large wheeled chair upholstered in some comfortable looking red leather material, which they set down at the base of the stairs. They stood at attention beside it. Excel bristled at the familiar voice that emanated from it, "I have been expecting you, agents of ACROSS" the chair swiveled around slowly to reveal, insert dramatic Bondesque music, "It's you!" Excel cried out pointing an accusatory finger forth in a dramatic gesture causing the bazooka in her other hand to go flying in some random direction. A few moments passed, an ominous wind blew through the equally ominous scene, Excel scratched her head, "who are you?"
Every man, woman, and child in the scene instantly facefaulted and sweatdropped at the exact same time, Kabapu brought his full weight forth from his chair in an absolutely irate state, "You have come to destroy my organization and assassinate me, and you don't even know who I, the great Director Kabapu, Defender of Justice and Peace, am!?"
"Yeah! And you destroyed my Ropponmatsu factory!"
All eyes turned from the smoldering wreckage some distance away, and then back to the power rangeresque group off to the side, and then the wreckage, then to the guy in the red suit, then the wreckage, then Iwata. A deathly silence followed, Iwata stared around frantically searching for some escape, both Misaki and Ropponmatsu looked quite disturbed and angry. The young man gulped, racking his mind for some kind of escape he latched onto one last resort, "I mean the Hemp store!"
At this outburst the assorted minions grimaced in horror, they gazed beyond the courtyard and out to where the projectile had exploded, the smoldering crater that was once a busy store. Their much angered gazes returned to the one they had seen carrying the bazooka, "oh, that bitch is going down..." one minion murmured pumping his shotgun for emphasis, "Ayasugi-san!" further murmurs were interrupted by yet another cry from the sidelines, the minions turned to see Watanabe frantically trying to escape the grasp of the large yellow ranger to reach his beloved, who obviously had been captured by the insane and evil ACROSS agent who had stood carrying the bazooka moments before...
Sumiyoshi, the eternally calm, serene, Kansai subtitling bulk of a person held his love addled companion in a vice grip. "Ayasugi-san..." he cried out one final time before Sumiyoshi let him go, a few comforting words floated around him, "Stop trying to live your fantasy..."
"What do you mean Daimaru! I am merely concerned with the well being of a close friend..."
Sumiyoshi calmly pulled from some unknown place a thought bubble, its contents were very revealing...
"Ayasugi-san! Ayasugi-san!" Watanabe dashed forward through a grassy field, the evil Excel brutally slain on the ground. "Watanabe-san! Watanabe-san!" Hyatt dashed forward through the same grassy field approaching her beloved. Her face a picture of innocent happiness, her cheeks a slight tint of red that accentuated her beauty. The two were only yards apart their hands outstretched, they were moments from that wondrous embrace...
It was at that moment when the entire scene folded into nothing, Sumiyoshi stood before Watanabe, his hands pressed together. The remnants of Watanabe's smashed dream lay broken and dying on the ground. Excel turned to Hyatt as the sounds of Watanabe's unbridled tears came from off to the side, "ne, Hyatt what do we have to do here?"
Hyatt remained prone on the ground, she managed to lift her arm upward. She pointed first into the black violin case, and then to Kabapu, whose attentions had been driven elsewhere. Excel gazed into the case, she stared in wonder as she removed its only contents...
"Come on men! We have to defend the honor and integrity of our beloved organization and protect our beloved city from attack by these evil agents of darkness!" Kabapu felt a slight tug on his shirt sleeve, he turned to see a short minion dressed in black. He held out his pistol in both hands, he seemed to be crying into his gas mask, "sir, Terry got my gun all dirty"
Kabapu growled savagely, grasping the pistol he twirled it expertly in one hand before placing the muzzle squarely between the young cadet's eyes and firing. The soldier was blasted backward, a large welt forming on his forehead, "That is what you get for dishonoring the agency!" he cried out, blowing a wisp of smoke from the pistol, it was clearly loaded with rubber bullets.
"Prepare yourself Kabapu!"
The aforementioned leader of the Safety Assurance Agency turned to see the orange haired girl before him as if for the first time. Excel stood in a dramatic pose, her arm extended out brandishing a shiny platinum pistol of some variety. It's glossy exterior gleamed in the sunlight, "heh heh, I love it when the hero says that..."
At Kabapu's cry of alarm the nameless minions and power ranger like figures scrambled into action. The soldiers gathered into two lines in front of Kabapu, one crouching the other standing. Iwata, Watanabe, Ropponmatsu, Ropponmatsu-2, Misaki, and Sumiyoshi remained off to the side waiting for a moment when they should pop in comically, what could two girls do against two dozen shot gun carrying soldier types? Plenty...
The soldiers pumped their shotguns in unison, "Ready on the count of three men, ichi, ni, sa.."
"Matte!" Kabapu was startled by Excel's sudden interjection. The young woman took a few steps forward, approaching the soldiers. They pumped their shotguns again and again, each time one would call out a "stay back" or "don't come any closer" would be further emphasized by a quick action of the weaponry. Excel stopped a few yards from them tears welling in her eyes, she lowered the gun. She sniffed a couple of times standing there, between Hyatt and the mass of soldiers, "Please, we didn't come here to hurt anyone, we only came here on a mission to assassinate that guy..." she said woefully pointing to Kabapu. Many of the soldiers couldn't help but feel teary eyed, Excel continued, "Please, I beg you to let us do what we came here to do, because if we don't then Ilpalazzo-sama would be sad and angry and we won't be able to be friends and then I would never be able to express my undying love for him! Onegaishimasu!"
The ragtag group of soldiers were on the verge of tears, Excel quickly changed her tone, "if not for me than Ha-chan..." she added quickly gesticulating to her friend who had managed a siting position behind her... "nani?" she had apparently just awoken somewhat. The young woman stroked a hand through her stunning dark blue hair, it fell loosely about her shoulders, framing her charming face. She smiled at the group, a bright cheerful expression that seemed to radiate a kind of saintly glow. The men were entranced by the sparkles and dazed by her delicate beauty. They turned to one another, "well, I suppose we could just let them assassinate him alittle..."
"what are you talking about?! You can't just assassinate someone alittle... well maybe we could let them blow off like a leg or an arm, that wouldn't be so bad..." the minion had his eyes glued to Hyatt who remained seated, watching the whispering group serenely. Kabapu watched aghast as the whispering continued to fluctuate between the agents of ACROSS blowing off limbs, to somewhere around his crotch, to not letting them kill him, to letting him kill him but somehow bring him back to life such as the undead, it was utterly maddening. He was about to pull out a few revolvers and knock some sense into them when they stopped whispering... the group nodded in unison. Kabapu sighed slightly, "it's good to see that you men are back to normal, now... what are you doing!?"
Two soldiers grasped him on either side, the others milled around on either side clearing a path. Excel watched as the group formed a line, Kabapu held tightly in the center a few feet from his chair. One minion stepped from the far left, he approached Kabapu until he was a few feet from him, he turned to face Excel.
"Alright, after some careful thought we have decided that you can have one shot..."
"Have all you people gone insane!" Kabapu cried, he fought fiercely against his captors, "She's only ten yards away how do you expect her to miss!?" he pleaded feebly, the man who had approached turned to him, a large welt evident on his forehead, a dangerous gleam in his eye, "we don't..."
"traitors! Traitors to our city and this organization, I'll have you hanged!" Kabapu cried after the retreating man before turning his glare on the City Defenders, "I order you to save your commander!"
The group turned around looking to see to whom he could be talking, "I mean you, you power rangerish, sentai wearing bastards!" the aforementioned group turned back around, but still just stared blankely. Kabapu stared forward, his eyes bugging out as Excel brought her pistol forward, her arms perfectly straight, her aim flawless. "Ah! Help me! Please I beg you to help me! Ropponmatsu, Ropponmatsu2 I order you as servants of justice to save me!"
The two robots merely stared blankly, Ropponmatsu stood her arms folded, Ropponmatsu2 stood in a fair imitation of her, "Command not recognized, please rephrase..." they both chimed in a fair imitation of a computer speech.
Kabapu began to shake badly, "Then Matsuya I order you to help me! Save me from these people!"
The unnecessarily violent veteran of extreme combat remained silent for a moment. Ropponmatsu2 stared at her, silently wondering which way she would vote on this. "I'll accept your order on one condition..."
"Of course anything!" he cried desperately, Misaki smiled, "as long as you agree to cut your hair, and remove that ridiculous mustache your not fooling anyone..."
"Wai! Onesan! Your so cool!" Ropponmatsu2 leaped in her normal exuberant manner...
Kabapu stared from the officer to Excel, back to Misaki, Excel, Misaki, Excel, Misaki... he closed his eyes speaking in solemn tones, "I refuse, I will never disgrace myself in such a manner!" unfortunately for the attempt at seriousness in this particular scene Kabapu's mustache chose this moment to tilt...
Excel tried hard not to laugh at the utter comical nature of the man before her, his mustache tilted almost vertically, as a result her next words came out a little wrong, "hahahahahaha alright hahah I guess I'll hahah assassinate youhahaha nowhaha!" with that she brought her pistol forth, her eye screwed expertly before the sight. Her hands hardly seemed to shake even the slightest bit for a single instant, "sayonara..." in this moment the contrast seemed to go down as the shadows around her face grew darker her eyes seemed to glow much like a demon, "go to your death!"
A pull of the trigger, a shimmering plume of smoke, a burst of flame and light. Excel's gun went flying through the air, it twirled in a bright platinum blur before landing hard on the ground.
Nabeshin stood stoically, the cold breeze of the high altitude whipping his red coat around. He blew a puff of smoke from a cigarette before casually tossing the barely used carcinogen off the side of the immense building.
"You see Ishi-san its that simple" he casually placed a gleaming Berretta into his coat before he blew another puff of smoke from another cigarette that had somehow appeared in his hand, "I thought you tossed that off the roof..." The Great Will of the Microcosm floated next to him staring down at the scene below. Partly due to her will they could stand there and chat whilst the world below moved in slow motion, the bullet that Excel had managed to fire streaked through the air slowly, at this rate it would miss...
"I did..." Nabeshin answered coolly, scuffing his shoe slightly on the roof's edge, he blew another cloud of smoke, "cigarettes today only serve to accentuate the coolness factor of the one using them, its the only way the FCC would ever let them be used..."
"ah..." Ishi continued to stare worriedly as the scene slowly progressed, "What's wrong?" the Will of the Universe turned to see her friend's questioning glance, "it's probably nothing..." she turned her glance down to Excel, "it's probably nothing, but I feel that something big is about to happen, something we've never seen before..."
Nabeshin scoffed dryly, his cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, "I doubt it, you, me, and Koshi control the show... nothing happens without one of us knowing..."
Ishi turned to him, "Your probably right..." although no one could really tell whether or not a faceless void was smiling, her voice was certainly smile-like... then it changed...
Nabeshin had began walking away coolly when he heard Ishi's startled scream, "Ishi? What's wrong?!"
Ishi pointed downward to the very scene that they both hoped would end in the status quo, Nabeshin stared to see...
Darkness...Yami... a place where not the slightest trace of light could be seen, in this place it was nearly that. A dark room, of such pitch blackness that nothing could be seen within beyond two red eyes that glowed maliciously. The dimness of the room made the figure behind those blood red eyes hard to determine, but what could easily be seen was what lied within them, an evil without end. A malicious terror that had no equal within this world or any other. It stood in this place of darkness, its laughter spread throughout the confines of the room as its eyes glowed brighter, a dark aura surrounded it, darker than the blackest pitch, deeper than the deepest night.
Nabeshin stared as the bullet suddenly straightened out its course, it began to move faster as time seemed to come from its lurch. "Ishi!" he cried turning to his companion, he gasped as he saw her. A blue aura had flared about her, it radiated an incredible power that Nabeshin had never seen before, "Haaaaaa!" Ishi cried out thrusting her arms forward. Nabeshin could do nothing but stare as the bullet was covered in a blue aura, it whizzed slightly off course once more..."Hahahahaha! You think you can stop me?!" Ishi felt a kind of pain rush through her as the aura around her weakened, the bullet began to swerve back on its homicidal course. Ishi let her arms droop to her sides, the blue aura around her withered to nothing, "Ishi, what?"
The bullet sped forward it was now seconds away from colliding with its intended target, a heavy black aura surrounded it, a malicious evil, a presence that she had felt before so long ago. The Great Will of the Microcosm clenched her fists at her sides, "You think you can stop me!" she mentally screamed at that evil which had infiltrated her mind, "Nobody stops me! Haaaaaaaa!" an immense blue aura surrounded her as she brought her feeble arms forward, "Nani!?' the voice within her mind called out in a fierce combination of anger and surprise, "You...won't.."
"HAAAA!" Ishi cried out in a kind of show of utter strength, Nabeshin watched as the dark aura bellow dissipated completely as a flood of blue replaced it. The bullet stopped an inch from Kabapu's false mustache, the great Kabapu stared in terror, "na..na.nani!" he cried forth as the bullet rocketed upward at great speed, knocking his beloved mustache to the ground. Nabeshin peered as best he could at the scene below, all he could see was a great blue blur rocketing towards him. With a deft movement he brought forth a fresh cigarette, he held it out a few inches from the rooftop. The bullet flew past at great speed, it continued to do so much the same until it collided with the moon some time later.
Ishi huffed and puffed from the great effort that that endeavor had caused her, she lifted her gaze from the scene below enough to see a lit cigarette before her. Nabeshin held out the cigarette in his hand, a miscalculation had however resulted in about half of it turning to ash... but in a way that was cool too...
"No thank you" she waved her hands about dismissively, "I don't smoke..."
"Since when?" Nabeshin asked curiously, tossing the cigarette carelessly to the side, Ishi laughed weakly, "since right now actually... I think I'm going to have to go see someone"
Nabeshin attempted to pry further, "ah? And who is this someone?" he asked casually awaiting her reply. The Great Will of the Universe showed no sign of embarrassment, only a great apprehension seemed to seep into her voice, "no one important, it's just..."
The Coolest Man in Anime walked casually away, a hand in his pocket upon which many cigarettes lay. His plane/car awaited him a short distance away on the roof and since it seemed like there was nothing more here to do... he stopped, "Ishi?"
He turned around looking frantically, "Ishi.. Ishi?...Ishi!" he called out her name a few times, but found no one there. He took one last drag of his cigarette, he tossed it to the ground, summarily stomping on it, his mind teeming with thoughts... Ishi had been talking to him and then suddenly her voice cut off, he had turned around and she was gone... "hmm..." he thought placing a hand behind his head, "something doesn't feel right about this..."
He turned from the scene deciding at that moment to take action, "Looks like it can't be avoided anymore..." he shuffled his feet a few times on the stone roof as he made his way slowly to his car... "I really wish it didn't have to come to this..."
In typical fashion the gall wing of his car opened just as he hopped in, a button was pressed on something and the wings spread out fully, the jet engines flaring to life. Also as part of tradition as he blasted from the roof, somewhere in the background a small scale model of the building and its surroundings exploded into flames...
Back on ground level Kabapu lay crumpled on the ground, he crawled around like an infant and cried like one too, "My mustache! Somebody help me find my mustache!"
Excel smiled sheepishly placing a hand behind her neck, "well, that was weird... oh well second shot!" she then noticed that her gun was no longer in her hands for the first time, "ah..." she stared over at the inoperable weapon at her side a bullet lodged in the barrel, "well, it was nice meeting all you faceless minions we have to go!" she cried grasping Hyatt by the arm as they dashed for the sewers, "wait Ayasugi-san!"
Hyatt merely waved weakly at Watanabe and the minions, some waved back, others gathered rope so that they could detain her, others gather flowers so that they could woo her, almost all hoped they could, well...
"Hentai..." Ropponmatsu2 chimed in from her steadfast position, latched onto Misaki-onesan's leg... in a rare showing of her soft interior Misaki stood petting her head, "hai, Ropponmatsu-chan those are perverts..." she pointed out more or less a broad arch, passing over Ropponmatsu and Somiyoshi, and staying a little longer than necessary on Iwata, "Ecchi..."
"Get them you idiots!" Kabapu yelled angrily from his crouched position on the ground, his desperate search for his beloved mustache seeming to occupy most of his time. One minion turned to the other, "how much is he paying us anyway?" the minion merely shrugged, "It's better to not ask, frankly for all the money he's probably worth I would be wasting money by shooting him..." To that the other minion nodded sagely as they both sat amongst the grasses picking weeds and wild flowers merrily in the radiant sunlight...
"I think I'm going to take a bath..." Misaki strode slowly back up the large marble stairs, "Wai! I get to take a bath with Onesan!" Ropponmatsu2 was apparently still attached to her onesan's leg... "Can I join you?" queried an overeager and underintelligent Iwata. A shot rang out through the afternoon sun, "oooooh, Iwa-chi died..."
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Chapter Two: Mission Start end
Mission – Assasinate Kabapu failed
Mission – Conquer World not ever started yet...
Phew! It took some time to get this chapter together, honestly I had little idea of where I was going to go with most of it, but I think it turned out well in the end, although I think all will enjoy the next chapter even more...
On a side note, Kabapu seemed to turn out a lot more malevalent than I had thought he would be... well most of that was for the sake of comic releif, I mean what would any of us do when faced with certain death? But regardless he will probably mellow out a little more in later chapters...
I hope you enjoyed this and I should have you know that reviews are my life blood so please be kind and don't let me die... please?
Next up! Chapter Three: The Excel We Know...