(A/N) A dark brown haired girl, with green eyes and glasses pokes her head
around the corner. "Hi! My names *censored* I've recently been struck with
an idea for a Trigun fic and well . Oh, no! I'm getting the urge to
write!" With a loud pop and a cloud of smoke she disappears. When the
smoke clears we see a tall black cat woman, dressed in a green strapless
mini dress, with green bands tied around her neck right wrist and left
thigh each sporting a golden bell. She has long wavy black hair and green
eyes.
"Hey there! I'm Neko Suzu! *Censored*'s alter ego! You see whenever she
gets the urge to write I pop up and do it for her. You see she's not very
creative (pause). Any way, this is my/our second Trigun fic, and it's
mainly about Knives (the first was about Legato). We will eventually get
around to writing something about Vash, but not till this one's done since
it will follow the events of this story."
"Unfortunately only being the Prologue our beloved Trigun cast won't be showing up till Part One." "Now on with the story!" She jumps up and all her bells jingle loudly.
Disclaimer: a) I do not, nor will I ever own Trigun (despite great hopes) and its characters. b) I do not make any money off of this. I don't have any either.
*I do however own certain characters and places. All of which should be
blatantly obvious.*
Redemption
By Neko Suzu
Edited by Medatsu
(From MediaMiner.org)
Prologue: B.E.A.S.T.s
Deep in the desert surrounded on all sides by rock formations, is a place few people know of. This small stone building posed as a homestead seems innocent enough, but we all know that appearances can be deceiving. For deep within the sandy earth is an A.X.I.S. Complex, and it's not the only one. The planet is littered with them. Each one locked in its'own pursuit of knowledge. One to the West studies agriculture, another to the south, plant biology, and yet another to the Northeast, climatology. However this complex' purpose is not so noble. For it is host to what has been named the B.E.A.S.T. project.
Deep within the complex in fare sized lounge, a tall thickly built, white haired man of fifty-one pours himself a cup of coffee. He is dressed in a dark green military uniform. Clipped to the breast pocket is an ID tag, which reads:
Name: Colonel R. Mannick
Project Station: Co. Director
Security Clearance: Level 1
The door of the lounge slides open allowing a mid-height, red haired women of no more than thirty-four to enter. She is dressed in a white lab coat over a pair of black dress pants and a naive turtleneck. Her ID tag reads:
Name: Dr. S. Pierce
Project Station: Behavioral Studies
Security Clearance: Level 2
"Good morning Susan." The Colonel says.
"Good morning Ross." She replies "Your in an awfully good mood this morning."She takes a mug from the cupboard and fills it with coffee.
"Why wouldn't I be?" He says with a military smile, "The bored has approved further funding for the project, and the latest test results have be spectacular. What's not to be happy about?"
"Oh, nothing. I just thought you would be stressed out over today's filed test, like you usually are when we enter a new test faze." She says pouring milk in her coffee. She then looks up at him with a smile, which quickly fades before his dark look.
"What field test?" He asks in low voice, his body rigid.
"The open simulation in the Braxton ghost town." She says with worry, he only continues to stare. "It was on the test schedule this week. That's why it's so empty around here today. Haven't you noticed?"
"Who approved this?" His voice is almost a growl. "I thought you did." "No, I didn't." He walks over to a small view screen by the lounge door. He flicks a switch and presses his thumb to a small gray pad. After a moment a computerized female voice comes on.
"System six-nine-five is online. How may I help you Colonel Mannick?"
"Bring up the files on today's field test."
"One moment Colonel." The view screen emanates a soft beeping noise as it processes the request. The screen then lights up displaying the file. Tapping the corner of the screen he scrolls down the file. At the end there is a signature that reads:
Colonel Kreg Shrouder
"Dame you! I should have known." He says with furry.
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In a dark conference room, a tall man of average build, with dark brown hair, and dressed in a green uniform, stands in front of several large screens. He pushes up the glasses on his face as he watches the screens. Several large and hairy animals are tearing apart some unidentifiable carcass in the middle of a massive metal room. Suddenly the conference room door bursts open revealing an enraged Colonel Mannick.
"Shrouder! What in the hell do you think your doing going over my head?!" He bellows.
The younger man looks surprised for a moment, but only for a moment. "Good morning Colonel Mannick. I'm glad you finally decided to join me."
"You little punk!"
"Now, now, Colonel simply because you didn't have the guts to take the initiative in this situation is no reason to become unreasonable."
"You mean stupidity!"
"The bored sees this as then next logical step in the program. Knowing you would only put it off they came to me."
"You idiot, we have no idea how they'll react out in open! You could send this whole project in to disarray!" "Part of moving forward is taking risks Colonel!"
"And the other part is looking before leap!"
"If this had been left up to you this project wouldn't even be off the ground in fifty years! The bored wants progress, not promises." The two glare at each other in silence.
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Else where, in the former town of Braxton the light of the five moons shines down upon the tattered remains of uniformed bodies. Some are still recognizable, while others have been mercilessly torn limb from limb, their blood staining the sandy earth. On a high dune of sand huge four legged, fur covered monsters loom in a massive mound. Their glowing yellow eyes piercing the night, and with blood drenched fangs let louse in a chorus of roaring-howls.
Next: Four months have past since we last saw Vash and the Insurance girls. What has changed since then and what hasn't? But most importantly what will? Part One: Letter from the Dead
(A/N) "OK!" The brown haired girl is back. "Now, important notes: (this is the easy stuff) There will be eight sections in this story, counting the Prologue and the Epilogue. Parts one through six will each be approximately eight pages long. So they're gonna take a while to write.
"*Neko Suzu requires inspiration and motivation to write. Please help her by Reading and Reviewing.*
"Also incase you were wondering what A.X.I.S stands for it's Advancement Experiments Important to Survival. But you'll have to wait to find out what B.E.A.S.T. stands for. Bye!"
"Unfortunately only being the Prologue our beloved Trigun cast won't be showing up till Part One." "Now on with the story!" She jumps up and all her bells jingle loudly.
Disclaimer: a) I do not, nor will I ever own Trigun (despite great hopes) and its characters. b) I do not make any money off of this. I don't have any either.
*I do however own certain characters and places. All of which should be
blatantly obvious.*
Redemption
By Neko Suzu
Edited by Medatsu
(From MediaMiner.org)
Prologue: B.E.A.S.T.s
Deep in the desert surrounded on all sides by rock formations, is a place few people know of. This small stone building posed as a homestead seems innocent enough, but we all know that appearances can be deceiving. For deep within the sandy earth is an A.X.I.S. Complex, and it's not the only one. The planet is littered with them. Each one locked in its'own pursuit of knowledge. One to the West studies agriculture, another to the south, plant biology, and yet another to the Northeast, climatology. However this complex' purpose is not so noble. For it is host to what has been named the B.E.A.S.T. project.
Deep within the complex in fare sized lounge, a tall thickly built, white haired man of fifty-one pours himself a cup of coffee. He is dressed in a dark green military uniform. Clipped to the breast pocket is an ID tag, which reads:
Name: Colonel R. Mannick
Project Station: Co. Director
Security Clearance: Level 1
The door of the lounge slides open allowing a mid-height, red haired women of no more than thirty-four to enter. She is dressed in a white lab coat over a pair of black dress pants and a naive turtleneck. Her ID tag reads:
Name: Dr. S. Pierce
Project Station: Behavioral Studies
Security Clearance: Level 2
"Good morning Susan." The Colonel says.
"Good morning Ross." She replies "Your in an awfully good mood this morning."She takes a mug from the cupboard and fills it with coffee.
"Why wouldn't I be?" He says with a military smile, "The bored has approved further funding for the project, and the latest test results have be spectacular. What's not to be happy about?"
"Oh, nothing. I just thought you would be stressed out over today's filed test, like you usually are when we enter a new test faze." She says pouring milk in her coffee. She then looks up at him with a smile, which quickly fades before his dark look.
"What field test?" He asks in low voice, his body rigid.
"The open simulation in the Braxton ghost town." She says with worry, he only continues to stare. "It was on the test schedule this week. That's why it's so empty around here today. Haven't you noticed?"
"Who approved this?" His voice is almost a growl. "I thought you did." "No, I didn't." He walks over to a small view screen by the lounge door. He flicks a switch and presses his thumb to a small gray pad. After a moment a computerized female voice comes on.
"System six-nine-five is online. How may I help you Colonel Mannick?"
"Bring up the files on today's field test."
"One moment Colonel." The view screen emanates a soft beeping noise as it processes the request. The screen then lights up displaying the file. Tapping the corner of the screen he scrolls down the file. At the end there is a signature that reads:
Colonel Kreg Shrouder
"Dame you! I should have known." He says with furry.
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In a dark conference room, a tall man of average build, with dark brown hair, and dressed in a green uniform, stands in front of several large screens. He pushes up the glasses on his face as he watches the screens. Several large and hairy animals are tearing apart some unidentifiable carcass in the middle of a massive metal room. Suddenly the conference room door bursts open revealing an enraged Colonel Mannick.
"Shrouder! What in the hell do you think your doing going over my head?!" He bellows.
The younger man looks surprised for a moment, but only for a moment. "Good morning Colonel Mannick. I'm glad you finally decided to join me."
"You little punk!"
"Now, now, Colonel simply because you didn't have the guts to take the initiative in this situation is no reason to become unreasonable."
"You mean stupidity!"
"The bored sees this as then next logical step in the program. Knowing you would only put it off they came to me."
"You idiot, we have no idea how they'll react out in open! You could send this whole project in to disarray!" "Part of moving forward is taking risks Colonel!"
"And the other part is looking before leap!"
"If this had been left up to you this project wouldn't even be off the ground in fifty years! The bored wants progress, not promises." The two glare at each other in silence.
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Else where, in the former town of Braxton the light of the five moons shines down upon the tattered remains of uniformed bodies. Some are still recognizable, while others have been mercilessly torn limb from limb, their blood staining the sandy earth. On a high dune of sand huge four legged, fur covered monsters loom in a massive mound. Their glowing yellow eyes piercing the night, and with blood drenched fangs let louse in a chorus of roaring-howls.
Next: Four months have past since we last saw Vash and the Insurance girls. What has changed since then and what hasn't? But most importantly what will? Part One: Letter from the Dead
(A/N) "OK!" The brown haired girl is back. "Now, important notes: (this is the easy stuff) There will be eight sections in this story, counting the Prologue and the Epilogue. Parts one through six will each be approximately eight pages long. So they're gonna take a while to write.
"*Neko Suzu requires inspiration and motivation to write. Please help her by Reading and Reviewing.*
"Also incase you were wondering what A.X.I.S stands for it's Advancement Experiments Important to Survival. But you'll have to wait to find out what B.E.A.S.T. stands for. Bye!"