Disclaimer: I do not own Nilla Wafers. I also do not own Cowboy Bebop. No money is being made off of this hobby of mine.
And so I return. Sorry about the long wait, I had really bad, really serious computer problems. Like, CRITICAL bad. I mean 'I thought I'd never be able to use the computer again' bad. Anyway, I somehow, with no training at all, managed to fix it. It's actually running smoother than it has in a while. Anyway, enough of that. Let's begin.
-Kouji Tamino
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Cowboy Bebop: The Second Session
"Hey, Dex!" a young male shouted. "Hurry up or we're going to ditch you!"
"Sorry…" A much younger Dex, of about 14, apologized and tried to keep up with his older companions. It had been about 2 months since they had taken him under their wing and taught him the fine ways of thievery. So far, they hadn't been caught. But tonight, he was getting a bad feeling about tonight's heist.
When they were caught by the owner of the house, an old man, his suspicions had unfortunately been confirmed. "Hey!" the elderly man shouted. "What the hell are you doing? Put those down!"
His fear of bad things happening increased as his 'partners-in-crime' began to beat the old man to shut him up. "H-hey, you guys! Stop it!" And his crappy life got even crappier as the man's life left him. Eyes widening, Dex began to back away. "Oh my god… What have you done?"
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12 years later, a ship full of inmates were being transported to another prison by ship. All was going well when all of a sudden, all the doors flew open. Criminals burst out of their cells and ran all around the ship, killing guards and police officers as hey took over the ship. As the chaos passed, two figures stepped out of their temporary cell. One of them was tall and scrawny, barely any meat on his bones. He had dark brown, scraggly hair and beady eyes. He was dressed in a bright orange inmates uniform. "We'll have to thank whoever let us out…"
His partner was dressed in the same, an even taller, 'ripped' man. He had a slight tan, black hair, a buzz cut, and dark brown eyes. Chuckling, he began to crack his knuckles. "How about we get these idiots to take us to Mars?"
"Are you sure he still lives there?" the scrawny one asked.
Nodding, the large man smiled. "Oh yeah, he's still there. He'd better be."
With that, the Dex as we know him awoke from his recurring nightmare. "Oh god…" he muttered, shaking his head. "Not that dream again…"
"Yo, Dex!" Jet shouted poking his head in from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready!"
Sighing, Dex slowly got off the couch and went to go get something to eat.
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Session 5: Adieu (Part 1)
"My King is finally fixed?" Dex asked in surprise. "It's about time!"
"You're welcome…" Jet replied sarcastically, crossing his arms.
"Oh, sorry…" Dex rolled his eyes. "Thank you."
"So…" Ed said softly, looking down at her food. "Dex-person is leaving us now?"
"Yep!" he shouted happily. "Sure am! I bet you and Jet will be glad to get me out of your hair, right?"
"Yeah…" she began to absentmindedly poke at her food. "Well, nice knowing ya…"
"Ed, is something wrong?" Dex asked with a bit of concern.
"It's nothing." She said simply, suddenly standing up. "Excuse me." She continued, walking from the coffee table and locking herself away in her room. Jumping on her bed, she landed on her back and stared at the ceiling. After a moment of this, she began to pound her bed with her arms and legs. "No way! No way! No way! Another person leaving Bebop? Why does this always happen to Edward?"
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"You sure she's okay?" Dex asked from outside the room, raising an eyebrow. "She seems pretty upset." He was all packed up and ready to go. "She's been in there for quite a few hours."
Jet, already used to this reaction from her, chuckled. "Don't worry, she always acts that way when someone she likes leaves for good."
"Ed likes a no good punk like me?" Dex asked, amused. "Surprise, surprise…"
"Yeah, kind of shocks me too…" Crossing his arms, he leaned on the wall and waved once. "Seeya later, you punk."
Laughing, Dex picked up one of his bags. "Later, old man." Walking over to Ed's door, he knocked with his free hand. "Hey, Ed? I'm going now."
"Go away, you bastard!" Ed shouted, lifting her head from her pillow. The area around her eyes was red from crying. "I hate you!"
"What the HELL?" Dex shouted, kicking the door. "Here I was, worried about you, and you're yelling at me! You know what? I'm glad I'm leaving! You guys have been nothing but bad luck!"
"Fine!" she screamed, tossing her pillow at the door. "Go away! Edward never wants to see Dex-person again!" Why was she making such a big deal about this, she thought to herself. She had only known Dex for about 3 and a half months. "Maybe…" she said softly to herself. "Edward is just lonely…" Spike's dead, Faye betrayed her, and Jet can't always be there for her. Besides, what was keeping him from leaving her too? Crying out, she jumped up from her bed, opened the door, and fell to her knees. "Dex-person! Don't leave!" To her dismay, he was already gone. She could her his ship departing. "No…"
"You're too late." Jet replied, staring at her with his arms still crossed. Giving her a puzzled look, he sighed. "What the hell was that all about? I've never witnessed you blow up like that before…" Putting a hand on her head, he ruffled her hair a bit, comfortingly. "What's going on, Ed?"
"Edward…" she pouted, sniffling. "Edward doesn't know…"
"Do you love him?" Jet asked, smirking. Unfortunately, Edward didn't catch the joke. He screamed out in pain as Ed bit him in the leg. "Get off, Ed! I was just kidding!"
"Don't joke like that, Jet-person…" Edward glared, her teeth still planted into poor Jet's leg.
"Okay, okay!" He shouted, wincing in agony. "Just let go, damn it!"
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Meanwhile, Dex was making a quick pit stop at a convenience store. He wanted to stock up on plenty of junk food before departing on his journey to Callisto. Groaning, he rubbed his temples. "The place is a total sausage fest, but the bounty is pretty big. Should at least get me back on my feet." Getting out of the cockpit, he locked his ship and strolled into the store. As he browsed the shelves for his favorite snack, he caught a familiar face in the corner of his eye. A tall, buff looking man with a shaved head… He was wearing a dark green t-shirt, a dark red jacket, matching pants, and black shoes. "No way!" He whispered to himself, ducking behind some donuts. "He couldn't be out of jail by now!" He really didn't feel like speaking with his 'old friend', but he also had to leave Mars soon before someone else caught the bounty head. He quickly began to snatch up his favorite foods, hoping to get out of the store before anyone noticed him. He picked up a box of Nilla Wafers, only to find himself face to face with another old pal. "Um, hi!"
The lankier of the two fugitives waved in his outfit of a black tank top, red and white plaid jacket, khaki pants and red and white sneakers. "Yo! Remember us? Did a few jobs, and then you snitched on us?"
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As Dex was dragged out of the store, stuck in a headlock, he began to scream his head off. "PLEASE! Don't kill me! I only did it because I was scared! You guys know I would never betray you if I was in my right mind!"
"Exactly." the lanky one, named Lance, replied, grinning. "That's why we're inviting you to rejoin us."
"Huh?" Dex asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm just as confused as you…" Drake, the other man, tightened his grip. "What the hell is going on, Lance?"
"I'm willing to let bygones be bygones." Lance explained, shrugging. "Under one condition. Stick with us, swear eternal allegiance to us…" He waved a gun in his captive audiences face to make his point. "Otherwise, we can't guarantee your safety. So, are we clear on that?"
"S-sure!" Dex replied shakily. His worst nightmare was coming true. "I'll go with anything you guys want to do!"
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Jet winced as he examined his leg. "Damn it Ed, I think I'm bleeding…"
"Sorry…" Edward apologized pitifully, pouting and sitting on the couch with her arms crossed. Her expression softening, she looked to Jet hopefully. "…Do you think Dex is coming back?"
"I dunno, Ed…" he replied, resting his foot on the foot of one couch. "It's not like the old days, where someone could 'leave for good' and be back in time for dinner…" Chuckling lightly, he put a hand on his forehead while staring at the ceiling. "You have to admit though, it was pretty fun having someone else around again, right?"
Ed giggled, stretching on the other couch. "Yep yep!" Sighing, she lazily dangled over the couch and just rested there for a moment. "I hate Dex." She said suddenly.
"Hm?" Jet raised an eyebrow in interest. "What's that? Ed not speaking in 3rd Person?"
"He just pisses me of that much." Edward replied, frowning. "I mean, I like him, but he makes me mad sometimes." Her eyes began to wander. "It's hard for Edward to be herself sometimes when she's around him… For some reason, Ed feels… goofy."
Jet suddenly burst out laughing. "Ed, I think you're finally starting to act like a girl!" His laughing frenzy continued until he was suddenly bit in the other leg. "Ow! Damn!" He stared down at Ed, lip quivering. "Okay, I'll stop making fun of you! Just quit biting me in the legs!"
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About 4 days later, a bounty popped up on the screen. Ed slithered over to her computer. "Hello! What's this?" Reading intently, she smiled. "Ooh, mysterious trio of baddies! A tall one, a skinny one and a blonde one."
"Well that's not very descriptive…" Jet replied, scratching his head. "That could be any three random poor bastards."
"Doesn't hurt to try!" Edward replied cheerfully.
"Forget it." Jet muttered. "It's a waste of time."
"Fine!" she shouted, putting her hands on her hips. "Edward's going by herself!"
"Ed, wait!" Sighing as she left, he rubbed his temples. "Fine. Go get yourself killed. "
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At a warehouse, Drake and Dex loaded up a truck with stolen goods as Lance checked off the inventory. "That should be about it for this place." He said with a smirk. "I think we're good to go!"
"Ready to go to jail, you mean." Edward replied, pointing her gun at him. "Hands up in the air. You're coming with me!" Her eyes widened as she got a good look at the third member of the group. "Dex, no… Wait, where'd the big one go?" She suddenly blacked out as someone snuck up behind her and pressed a pressure point.
"Ed, no!" Dex screamed, literally dropping everything and running towards her.
Catching her, Drake smiled. "Hey, she's pretty cute. What should we do with her?"
"Do what you want with her." Lance said with a smile. "And then kill her when you're done."
"All right…" Drake licked his lips in anticipation.
"Hey. Assholes." Dex said calmly, standing with his hands at his sides. "Put the girl down and leave her alone. She has nothing to do with us."
"She's a bounty hunter, she has everything to do with us." Pointing his gun at Dex, Lance glared angrily. "Have you forgotten who's in charge?"
Dex spat in Lance's direction. "Go ahead and kill me, you dick. I don't care. My life was over the day I gave up on everything and joined you bastards the first time." At this moment, the ever energetic Ed quickly regained consciousness. "Just let Edward go. Her life for mine."
Ed shook her head. "Dex, don't!" Her mouth was quickly covered.
"Deal." The bony man said with a grin, cocking his gun. "You die, we take her as our slave."
The blonde's eyebrow twitched. "That wasn't the deal."
"Like I give a shit." Lance pulled the trigger, hitting his former partner in the chest.
Edward watched in horror as he fell to the ground, hard. He lay there, motionless. "DEX! NO! YOU BASTARDS!" Managing to break free of her captor, she was quickly pulled by her hair and yanked back. One jab to the back of the neck, and she passed out again.
"Let's hurry and get her tied up before she wakes up again." Drake muttered.
After tying her up in some rope, they tossed her in the back of the truck with all the stolen goods and drove off, leaving Dex to die. As the night wind picked up, he lay with his body sprawled across the ground, his head turned to the side, and his shirt becoming soaked in his own blood.
To Be Continued…
