I would like to state that I don't own any of the Outlaw Star characters...though it would be nice to have Jean around for those around the house heavy lifting jobs.
Prologue
The year was 3164. Another cold night. Only it was a cold night like no other before it. The icy wind biting at flesh and bone like the teeth of a mighty lion. The homeless lay shivering or dead in their filthy boxes. The moon hid its pale face behind a curtain of thick smoky clouds. Cold and dark. A perfect night for disaster.
Far above the dead cities and miseries of Locust was a tragedy waiting for its place in time. Balanced carefully in battle were three ships. Two fighting on the same side with two people aboard each, yet managing to lose. Warning sirens blared in the tiny crafts and lights spun around as if they were trapped in a black hole. Somewhere a maniacal voice screeched in triumph over the small team. With a release of compressed air two escape pods were released into the unforgiving vastness of space. Within one a silent scream stood unheard. In the other tears laid themselves in eyes but never fell. Time seemed to have stopped for but a moment. And then without warning the two transport ships that had released the escape pods erupted into blooms of crimson and orange, standing like monuments against the black sky.
Silently the pods fell through the atmosphere towards the outskirts of Locust. And as they descended the icy breeze turned into a blistering cold gale. This harsh storm ripped cars from the roads, scattered garbage like bullets, and made tornadoes of dust and old bottles scattered in the filthy roads. As the pods dropped into an old farming field the winds died down. Cars crashed back down to earth like hail and the clutter tornadoes died. In the empty field of death these pods sat side by side.
In a second the doors flew open and the sound of compressed air hissed through the night. From one a young girl of 16 stumbled out and fell to the dagger like frost-covered grass sobbing. From the other a young boy with blazing red hair crawled out slowly. The girl stared up at the sky praying to see some kind of escape pod following but only the cold dark clouds stared back down at her. She let out an animalistic screech that sounded like the tortured souls of hell. Tears rolled down her cheeks like waterfalls and the wind turned her face and arms bright red. The boy looked at her. He was trying so hard to hold back the tears. He kneeled down next to his love and cradled her closely.
They sat there together in the icy cold of the night. In the center of an abandon field. They both cried the tears of ultimate suffering. They both shook with grief. Yet there was no one there to hear them. No one except the ignorant wind that carried their cries away like feathers drifting on the wings of a bird. Jean Starwind and Analise Gryphon sat together yet they were alone. And on that cold night their lives had been changed forever.
Three months later..."ANALISE!" Jean was screaming. She was gone. He ran through the house like a rabbit. No sign. But as he climbed the stairs to the bedroom he was horror struck. Her clothes were gone. Jean, as quick as lightning, bounded down the stairs and jumped into the car. He zoomed down the road. His heart beating faster and faster like it was running a race against time.
Thirty minutes later he screeched into a parking place and tore through the parking lot. Why? Why did she do this? He had known that she'd talked about leaving. But why now?
Jean tore through the airport, his long trench coat billowing behind him. Two security guards noticed him but didn't take up the chase. A little girl stared at him as he passed. Gate 59. Gate 58. Gate 57. Gate 56. There she was!
Sitting all alone on a blue plastic bench. One bag at her feet. Her long red hair pulled back in a braid. Jean bolted through the metal detectors forgetting about his guns. The miniature siren went off and the security guard tried to stop Jean. But he was too desperate to let a forty-year-old tub of lard stop him now. Jean shoved the man aside and sprinted towards Analise. She looked up surprised that he was there. "Jean, don't. I told you I was going to leave. I have no choice. This is no place to raise a child." She whispered. Jean looked frantic. His face was red and his chest heaved. How?
From behind the security guard had gotten back to his feet and was calling for backup. Jean looked from the door to Analise and back again. "No...Analise...I can't let you do this. I love you." He muttered. Analise's eyes filled with tears and her face started turning pink.
"WILL EVERYONE BOARDING THE SHUTTLE FLIGHT TO BLUE ANGEL PLEASE BOARD THE PLANE AT THIS TIME." The intercom blared. Analise grabbed her bag and stepped towards the door. Just as she stepped through the frame Jean shouted, "ANALISE GRYPHON! I LOVE YOU AND I SWEAR ONE DAY I'LL FIND YOU AND PROVE IT TO YOU! I LOVE YOU! I-"Jean was jumped on by a muscular security guard. Analise hesitated for a moment. Tears streaming down her cheeks. "I love you too, Jean...I'm sorry." Then with a sweeping motion she blew a kiss and walked slowly down the chute and onto the shuttle. Then as the shuttle took off Jean looked up through the window, brandished his bound fists like weapons, and screeched like a dieing animal. And then Jean woke up.
Thanks! I hope you like it. I swear it will continue but you have to let me know what you think first. K? Please R&R! Thank you.
