Tis moi! With chapter 5! (roaring applause). I am so happy that I finished chapter 5 that I will express my everlasting joy by climbing up the Empire State building wearing the v. uncomfortable laderhosen type trousers and yodal at the top of my lungs before bungee jumping off of it.
FB: Geranamoooooooo!
BW: Hello? Echo! My name is insert name here
FB: (walking in from side screen) You really shouldn't give your name on the internet y'know, people might hold it against you and black mail you later on.
BW: (looks at FB and then down side of Empire State building where a tiny figure is falling away on a bungee rope) How in the name of David Hasselhof's imaginary beard did you-
FB: (all logically) This is my FanFiction and in my FanFiction the impossible is possible and I can be in two, even three places at once.
BW: Oooohhhhhh...
Disclaimer: I do not own the Outlaw Star although if I'm really nice to Father Christmas this year he might want to see about changing that.
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Fred Luo's Protégée
Jim pulled up outside Fred Luo's place and stopped the car.
"Finally." said Aisha in an exasperated voice.
Gene swivelled round to face Jim in the passenger seat, completely ignoring Aisha's whining in the back.
"Now I know it's hard but you've gotta try not to freak out when Fred hugs you," said Gene seriously. "Or else it might be harder to get our debt dropped."
"I know," groaned Jim, shuddering as he got out of the car. He breathed in deeply, a sense of impending dread washed over him. On one side, Gene was wearing a look as if he was going to face his toughest enemy. Next to Gene, Melfina was lost in her own thoughts. She was still thinking about what had happened to her, Jim could see it in the way she kept her eyes cast down.
On his other side, Aisha stretched lazily.
"Let's go!" she yawned.
Gene and the others walked towards Fred's door. Both he and Jim had tensed up unwillingly. His hand moved towards the door. Closer…closer…Without warning, the door flew open, smacking Gene right in the face and sending him reeling backwards.
"Gene! So good to see you! You never visit anymore!" Fred ran forwards and pulled Gene, face still throbbing, into a heart felt hug. Gene's face (now complete with budding black eye) oozed discomfort but Fred just squeezed him harder.
"That's…all good Fred!" huffed Gene going purple.
" Er…Fred?" began Jim noticing Gene going slightly limp in Fred's arm. "I think Gene needs to breath now."
Locking eyes with Jim, Fred let go of Gene and bent down. Melfina caught Gene as he made to collapse and tucked one of his arms over her shoulders, propping him upright.
Fred had decided that it was Jim's turn for a hug. Jim wore them look of someone who had just been told he would have to eat crocodile insides to carry on living. After a moment of intense hugging, Fred let go and straightened.
" Well you've certainly grown since I last saw you!" observed Fred cheerfully. " I can't wait to see you in a few years!"
He winked at Jim and smiled.
"Er…thanks Fred…" said Jim stiffly.
Motioning to them to come inside, Fred led the way through his company headquarters to his office.
"Look Fred," Gene barged past Fred and entered his office, "We're here to ask you…to…"
Gene stopped, gawping at Fred's desk for a moment, completely thrown off by the person sitting in Fred's chair. He had wild, almost jagged white hair, rough cut and woven in such a way that it framed his face. His head was slightly lowered so a part of his hair fell over his eye, a streak of black ran vertically from root to tip through his hair like a flaw. He had steely grey eyes, sharp and unreadable. He looked about 16, 17ish.
"Ah yes," said Fred, peering round to gawk at what Gene found so interesting. "One of my weapons dealers. His name is Flynn Menther. I suppose you could call him my protégée as such but I don't know why, he knows more about weapons than I do. What was it you were saying?"
"Oh yeah," Gene shook himself out of his daze but he kept his eyes fixed on Flynn's. "What's an Orikalcose?"
"You came all this way to ask me-"
" It's a gun that utilises a flammable substance called Orikal to produce a multiplying effect on the shell you load into the gun. These can range anything from normal pistol shells to shot gun shells. Often known as the anti-caster because it uses Orikal, a polar opposite to the mana used in a caster. It's a rare gun to come across." explained Flynn with a slight, impressed smile.
"The guy that used it had a lighter and he lit it right before he fired, that was to light the Orikal stuff in the gun?" asked Gene ignoring Fred completely now.
"Kind of…yeah."
"How do you know so much about it?" asked Jim in an awed voice.
Flynn shrugged.
"I've handled a few in my time in the trade. It's not really a gun you forget."
"I'll say!" agreed Gene, nodding his head vigorously.
"Was there anything else you wanted or was that the reason you came all the way down here?" asked Fred standing right in front of Gene so he couldn't see Flynn anymore.
"Um…we wanted you to drop our debt?" suggested Gene innocently, having no choice but to look Fred in the eye.
To his surprise, Fred laughed.
"I can't let you do that!" exclaimed Fred wiping a rogue tear off of his face. " I need that money!"
"Oh come on Fred," complained Gene, "isn't there something else you need? A favour or something!"
"Well…"
Fred beckoned Gene closer, curiously, Gene bent inwards.
"That guy, Flynn Menther, I want you to take him back with you."
"What? Er…Fred, I like that suggestion and everything but the guy's a weapons genius, you'd be doing me a favour, not the other way round." said Gene wondering why in the name of a hot girl's ass Fred would want to get rid of someone like that.
"Yeah, he's really good with the guns but he's still a rookie when dealing with everything else. I've tried to train him up myself but he seems…well…uninterested…Goddamnit, he's a liability as he is now! He made a huge foul up with the stocks the other day inevitably loosing me a boat load of money!" said Fred by the way of an explanation.
" Why don't you just fire him?" asked Gene, scratching his ear absent-mindedly.
" Are you nuts! The guy's a weapons genius!" said Fred indignantly. " I want you to take him temporarily. Y'know, train him up for me. Until he's up to my required standards he can be your liability. Then I want him back. If you can stop and reform Twilight Suzuka the way you did then you'll have no problems with this one!"
Gene frowned thoughtfully, considering Fred's offer.
"What do you think Jim?" He turned to his partner. Jim's cheeks tinged slightly. He hadn't really wanted Gene to know he'd eavesdropped.
"I think there's more to this than meets the eye," he glanced meaningfully at Fred but it went right over Fred's head. He smiled and waved, Jim shook his head. "But I think we should go for it. In Suzuka's absence, it'll give us our 5th crew member."
"Alright," said Gene, shaking Fred's hand. " I can't believe you gave upthe remaining 70 000for this."
" Ha, when you train this guy up, I'll make twice as much back!" grinned Fred.
"Are we done here?" asked Aisha impatiently in the background.
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Yay! I have finally been able to introduce Flynn, Fred Luo's protegee (I can't do that funny over the top line thing. Bugger.) He's cool isn't he! I really enjoyed writing this chapter. Good old Fred Luo's as gay as ever! Thanks for the reviews by the way, you guys are great!
