Age 738, Tuesday January 3rd 1989
After checking out of the hospital. Jotaro asked "what was that? How come the poison didn't kill you." "The poison we consumed was akin to a potent liquor for us, a common indulgence from Planet Vegeta and select outposts catering to any alien with the fortitude to handle it. Known as Saiyan Spirits, it left users intoxicated before succumbing to unconsciousness. We Saiyans and fellow aliens often engaged in contests, wagering on who could consume the most before blacking out. Alas, such customs ceased with the tragic demise of our homeworld." said Bardock. "Such fond memories. Remember the time Shugesh drank 3 barrels full, he was unconscious for a week, " said Nappa. All the Saiyans laughed like nothing had happened to them.
The group had boarded a ship that took them down the nile closer to Dio. "In ancient Egypt,
The dead were always buried on the west bank of the Nile, where the sun sets. That's why all Egyptian cities stand on the east side of the Nile. In the west, you'll find graves and mortuary temples. But our enemies don't care about east or west. They'll come from all directions." said Joseph.
They passed some farmers. "Your cows are far too lazy. They're strong, though,
I'll give them that…" said one of the farmers. As the owner laughed. As a boy stumbled after the group. "Chaka! Get a move on! Stop falling behind!" said the owner. As he caught up with the group. "What kind of man are you? Are you really my son?" said the owner. "Your cows and your son are just like you!" said one of the farmers. They all laughed.
Something caught the attention of the young man in the back of the group. It was a sword with a gold encrusted hilt with a red ruby at the center. "A sword? " The young man squatted to get a closer look at it. "What's it doing here? Hey, look! It's a sword!" said the young man picking up the sword and standing.
His father took the sword while saying "Give me that! What? Someone must've dropped it."
"Amazing someone left it!" said the other farmer.
"This is incredible! It must be worth a fortune!" said the owner. "Hey, maybe the owner's still around. He must've been in a major panic." said the third farmer looking around.
"You don't think it might be some kind of artifact? Are you going to turn it in to the police?" Said the other farmer. "Idiot! This could fetch us loads of money!" said the owner
"But I found it…" thought the young man. "But if it's blunt, it won't be worth anything. Come on! Pull it out, " said the farmer.
"Right!" said the owner trying to pull it out but it was stuck.
"It won't come out! It won't budge!" said the owner. "Hold that end." said the owner pointing to the hilt. "Right." All three adults pulled. "It's no use. The blade hasn't moved one centimeter!" "Let me have a try." said the young man. "Shut up! How are you going to do it, if I can't, idiot! " said the owner. One of the farmers looked at his hands, "My hand!" one of the hands burst open from a slash mark. As blood spurted from the wound. "My hand! This gaping wound! How? How did it cut me? The blade wouldn't even come out! The only thing I grabbed was the hilt!" said the third farmer. "There's something strange about that sword…" said the other farmer, backing away. "Um... How about if I try now?" said the young man. "Fine! Go ahead and try already!" said the owner. The young man approached the fallen sword crouched and picked it up by grabbing the hilt and sheath. He drew the sword in one smooth motion as it made a sound. It was a Shamshir style sword, curved and double-edged.
The others looked at him in amazement as they feared for their lives. "It just came out. But I didn't put any effort into it." said the young man as the sword started to emit a purple aura and a faint ringing sound . "I can hear the blade ringing…" said the young man. "I don't know much about swords, but I've never seen a blade this beautiful before. It's like a Japanese katana! It glistens, like it's cloaked in ice-cold water..." said the 2nd farmer.
"What an amazing find! Hey! Give it to me! You shouldn't be holding it! Hand it over!" said the owner, getting greedy as he wrapped his hands around his son trying to get the sword. With the young man getting jostled the sword was stabbed through his father's chest. Everyone looked shocked. As blood spurted out of the wound.
"Hey, wha... Why did you do it?" said the owner, falling onto the ground.
"I don't know… You were standing behind me, Father. It's not my fault…" said the young man, shocked. As the other two surrounded the convulsing body.
"What are you doing? Hurry! We have to take him to a doctor!"
The sword slid out of the body and into the head of one of the farmers. As blood gushed out of his head as he fell to the ground dropping the sword.
"This sword is evil! It's like it has a mind of its own!" screamed the other farmer. The young man picked up the sword as a voice spoke to him. "Be calm. Let your heart grow still, Chaka. Their deaths mean nothing." "Who are you? I can't see you, but I hear your voice." said Chaka."I am the Stand of the God Anubis. Ruler of the underworld. Deity of embalming, Lord of the dead. You have unsheathed me. You shall be my Stand user. You are my flesh! You are a virtuoso. I shall make you master of the sword. No one is stronger than you. Wield me, and kill!" said Anubis as he took over Chaka.
"Father and that man both deserved to die. I think I'll hack you to pieces, too." said Chaka tilting his head.
The remaining man who was still standing held out his hand terrified cried out. "What? Hey, Chaka, stop! Please stop!" He ran and hid behind the cow.
Chaka charged and sliced through the cow as the man fell back, sliced in two. "Impossible! The cow's unharmed…" Chaka twirled his blade, ending it as he put the blade back into its sheath in one fluid motion.
"Slaughter Joseph! Slice Polnareff! Cleave Jotaro in two! Chop the tails off the saiyans! You are a fighting genius! A master of the sword! No one is stronger than you! The world is no match for your blade!"
"Kom Ombo? Do we really have time for this place?" sighed Polnareff. "Quit moaning. They've allowed us passage on their ferry." said Avdol. "We must show our respect, " said Joseph. Polnareff let out a breath before saying "Come on, I'm starving! Let's get something to eat.
"You never stop, do you? Here. This'll tide you over for now." said Joseph holding coffee flavored gum.
"That's Iggy's!" said Polnareff looking for the mutt.
"Don't worry about it. Just take it." said Joseph, handing him the gum. "By the way, where can I find a bathroom?" said Joseph looking around. "Shall we investigate?" said Avdol. Polnareff gritted his teeth and started walking only to get stopped by a sales person. "Hey, mister, over here. Want to buy some papyrus? Papyrus is the original paper! Want a piece of Egyptian history? Look, look! It's real papyrus!" He handed Polnareff the Papyrus. Polnareff examined it "Papyrus?" said Polnareff. "I'll give you a good price." "Is it the real thing?" said Polnareff unsure. "Of course, my friend. A famous Egyptian craftsman drew this." said the salesman smiling.
Polnareff examined then tore it. "It's a fake. Real papyrus would never rip so easily. You can't fool me." said Polnareff walking away leaving the salesman shocked.
"Huh? Where is Mr. Joestar and the others? Huh?" said Polnareff looking around as Iggy ran spotting the coffee gum, snatched it from Polnareff and ran away. "Iggy? Why, you little… Hold it!" shouted Polnareff running after Iggy. "Hey! Where's my money?" shouted the salesman.
Polnareff stopped by some ruins as he breathed heavily "That stupid dog just gave me the slip…" Polnareff noticed something as he walked closer unaware of Chaka in the far distance. As people mingled around the ruins of a temple. Polnareff sensed Chaka as he went on his way. He walked into a temple ruin where nobody was around. Polnareff turned around. "Hey. That's a pretty ballsy move… Preparing to attack me with so many people around. Guys like you are rare. Stand users don't usually show themselves, let alone face their attacker head-on. It's quite noble, really. I didn't think any of you were like that. Tell me your name." a fly bussed and landed on the sword and died.
"I am Chaka. My Stand is Anubis, Ruler of the Underworld. Jean Pierre Polnareff, your life is mine." This made Polnareff laugh.
"My life is yours? You certainly don't mince your words. Your boldness is impressive, I must say." said Polnareff as they went deeper into the ruin.
"Bring it on! Let's see what your so-called Anubis Stand is made of!" said Polnareff. Chaka took a charging stance and grabbed the hilt of the sword drawing it. A purple aura started to form around the sword. "Chariot!" Polnareff said as his stand materialized beside him. Silver Chariot accepted the challenge by drawing his weapon and slicing the air.
"He's holding a sword, but… Is he really going to fight me with that instead of his Stand?" thought Polnareff as they took off as they ran between the pillars. As chaka ran toward Polnareff.
"Something's strange." thought Polnareff as his stand blocked and parried anubis with his blade. As he pushed Chaka to the ground. "His movements… That grip...that stance... They're the hallmark of an amateur! Something's strange. I need to be careful. I need to keep my distance." thought Polnareff as Chaka went on the offensive, slashing at Polnareff who backed away from Chaka's attacks.
Then Chaka ran behind the pillar and slashed at it as a slash appeared across Polnareff's chest as he let out a yell of pain. He crumpled to the ground as he gripped his chest as blood gushed out. "The sword passed through the pillar. And my shirt too! He cut me without cutting my shirt! I would've been killed if I hadn't stepped back. Chariot!" shouted Polnareff as his stand blocked another slash through the pillar. As Polnareff ran for it. As Chaka ran hiding behind the pillars. "Stop hiding, and show... yourself! How could I? I lost him. He could be hiding behind any one of these pillars. His sword can pass through solid objects. And my Chariot's striking range is only about one meter… He's tougher than I thought. I can't believe this jerk is giving me a run for my money in sword fighting. But you won't have the advantage for long!" said Polnareff flying on top of a pillar. The sun was setting, casting Polnareff in shadow. "All right, Chaka, old pal! Try and attack me now! You can't sneak up on me if I'm not behind a pillar! You're not gonna pop up out of the ground, are you?" gloated Polnareff as he began to laugh.
The pillar he stood on began to crack as it was sliced in half. The pillar began to fall as Polnareff jumped onto the ground. As chaka was in the air where Polnareff was before. "My sword need not pass through objects! I can cut through the pillar itself! Die, Polnareff!" Said a wild Chaka. Polnareff looked around and exhaled. Silver Chariot lined itself up and fired its blade as it hit the pillar and ricocheted and went through Chaka's neck. Before the pillar broke into pieces.
"That was close. Even Jotaro doesn't know about that technique. Silver Chariot can launch its rapier. I have one chance only. If the opponent dodges, I'm done for. I use it only as a last resort." Polnareff walked over towards Chaka and looked down. "No, I didn't kill you, but I don't think you'll be fighting again." Polnareff looked over and noticed the sword. He picked it up examining it in both hands. "That's strange. The sword's back in its scabbard. Did it just slip back in by chance? Now that I see this sword up close, I see its beauty. I must unsheathe it…" said Polnareff, getting hypnotized. "Polnareff, that sword you hold is a stand. Sense its energy. Real swords don't have energy, let us take it back with us so Bardock can destroy it." said Jotaro followed by Joseph and Avdol. "All right." said Polnareff closing his eyes as he sensed that the sword indeed had ki. They returned to the hotel. "You won't believe this,but this sword is an enemy stand that inhabits anyone who draws it. " said Polnareff waving it around. Bardock narrowed his eyes. "Give it to me so I can dispose of it." said Bardock. Polnareff set the sword in Bardock's hands. The sword began to twitch violently as a ghostly arm came out of Bardock and touched the sword as it disappeared.
The average tourist to Egypt is mostly unaware of the country's rich ethnic diversity. Take this Egyptian man, wearing the traditional jellabiya. Or this Egyptian national of Nubian descent. Here is a Bedouin resident from Egypt's desert region. This gentleman hails originally from a different continent altogether, India. And for a particularly non-anthropological example, another member of the Egyptian community.
"Hey! That chick's legs are smokin'! So hot!" "I can't keep my eyes off of her."
"She's just… wow! They pull you right in!"
Beware as the next enemy approaches.