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Session One: Storyline Swing
[Year: 2072]
[Month: June]
[Location: Red Dragon Head Quarters]
The members of the Red Dragon stared in awe at the scene before them. Their new leader dead at the top of the stairs while the man responsible for both his untimely demise the interior rape of the building they called home recently collapsed down the staircase. With no one to guide them, they stood frozen, unable to execute a motion that might bring order to the chaos surrounding them.
It was in this moment that the Intra Solar System Police made their move. Desperately waiting for the right time to bring down the Red Dragons, Captain Hayward had ordered his men to move into the building, following Spike’s reign of destruction. Swarms of SWAT team members filled every nook and cranny of the high-rise, arresting syndicate goons or killing those who refused to surrender. In only a matter of minutes they gained controlled of the skyscraper, from the basement floor to the roof of the building. Helicopters circled in the morning air, spotlighting those attempting to make a run from the wreckage.
And, in the blink of an eye, the bodies of both Spike Spiegel and his archenemy Vicious were gone.
[Year: 2072]
[Month: December]
[Location: Shady Bar on the South Side of Tharsis City]
Spike lifted his head off the bartop and blinked his eyes open slowly. One hand raised up to massage his aching temples, while the other instinctively felt along his hip for the Jericho normally kept holstered there. As his vision came into focus, his eyes settled on the glass of whiskey sitting half drunk in front of him.
He didn't remember drinking the first half. Come to think of it, he didn't remember much at all after collapsing down the stairs of the Red Dragon Headquarters.
He should have been dead. He knew he should have been dead. He had killed Vicious and Vicious had killed him and that should have been the end of everything. So why was he suddenly sitting in a bar with a screaming headache that indicated he'd spent the last night drinking his sorrows away instead of avenging them again his former partner and best friend?
It's all just a bad dream.
Maybe everything had been a dream after all.
Slowly, Spike slipped off the stool, steadying himself on wobbly legs. Regardless of what had happened, his body was still recovering. He flagged down the bartender, a small man with a pleasant smile, and asked for his check. The bartender replied that he'd already paid his tab. Shrugging, Spike slipped his hand into his pocket and headed out into the night....
[Year: 2072]
[Month: December]
[Location: Akai Sakana Sushi Restaurant]
His ears buzzed as he felt himself wake up from a deep slumber. The hum of the air condition as it kicked on and off, the murmur of voices in heavy conversation, the clatter of a fork dropped on the tile floor all assaulted his ears in painful cadence. The smell of fish wafting on the air tickled his nose. Head still laying on the table he tried to remember who he was before he worried about where his was. The fog that clouded his mind lifted slowly and his name was the first memory to come tumbling back: Vicious. The recesses of his brain dredged up his past and replayed on the back of his eyelids like a rerun movie - the red dragons, the coup, the assassination of the Van. Then he remember that Julia was dead. And Spike. The smell of the syndicate building burning, the crack of a gunshot, the slicing of steel on flesh. He'd killed Spike, and Spike had killed him.
So was he dead? The tingling feelings in his extremities were telling him otherwise. With effort, he forced his heavy eyes to open. The room he was in was darkened, but even the small amount of light from the candle flickering on the table was enough to cause him to squeeze his eyes shut again. His head ached, his body felt stiff, and he still had no idea where he was. Vicious breathed in slowly and opened his eyes again.
The room was fuzzy until his eyes adjusted to seeing again. Carefully, to avoid further pain to his cranium, he lifted his head off the table. Across from him a woman, blond, sat staring at him as though she had all the time in the world. He glanced around the room and realized he was in a restaurant; patrons sat at tables drinking Saki and eating sushi while waiter scurried around dropping off food and drinks and picking up empty dishes. Turning back to the woman, he blinked again confused. I really must be dead he thought. His voice barely audible, he whispered in shock, "Julia?"
[Year: 2072]
[Month: December]
[Location: Bebop Fishing Boat]
[Year: 2072]
[Month: December]
[Location: Kirin Headquarters]
[Year: 2072]
[Month: June]
[Location: Red Dragon Head Quarters]
The members of the Red Dragon stared in awe at the scene before them. Their new leader dead at the top of the stairs while the man responsible for both his untimely demise the interior rape of the building they called home recently collapsed down the staircase. With no one to guide them, they stood frozen, unable to execute a motion that might bring order to the chaos surrounding them.
It was in this moment that the Intra Solar System Police made their move. Desperately waiting for the right time to bring down the Red Dragons, Captain Hayward had ordered his men to move into the building, following Spike’s reign of destruction. Swarms of SWAT team members filled every nook and cranny of the high-rise, arresting syndicate goons or killing those who refused to surrender. In only a matter of minutes they gained controlled of the skyscraper, from the basement floor to the roof of the building. Helicopters circled in the morning air, spotlighting those attempting to make a run from the wreckage.
And, in the blink of an eye, the bodies of both Spike Spiegel and his archenemy Vicious were gone.
[Year: 2072]
[Month: December]
[Location: Shady Bar on the South Side of Tharsis City]
Spike lifted his head off the bartop and blinked his eyes open slowly. One hand raised up to massage his aching temples, while the other instinctively felt along his hip for the Jericho normally kept holstered there. As his vision came into focus, his eyes settled on the glass of whiskey sitting half drunk in front of him.
He didn't remember drinking the first half. Come to think of it, he didn't remember much at all after collapsing down the stairs of the Red Dragon Headquarters.
He should have been dead. He knew he should have been dead. He had killed Vicious and Vicious had killed him and that should have been the end of everything. So why was he suddenly sitting in a bar with a screaming headache that indicated he'd spent the last night drinking his sorrows away instead of avenging them again his former partner and best friend?
It's all just a bad dream.
Maybe everything had been a dream after all.
Slowly, Spike slipped off the stool, steadying himself on wobbly legs. Regardless of what had happened, his body was still recovering. He flagged down the bartender, a small man with a pleasant smile, and asked for his check. The bartender replied that he'd already paid his tab. Shrugging, Spike slipped his hand into his pocket and headed out into the night....
[Year: 2072]
[Month: December]
[Location: Akai Sakana Sushi Restaurant]
His ears buzzed as he felt himself wake up from a deep slumber. The hum of the air condition as it kicked on and off, the murmur of voices in heavy conversation, the clatter of a fork dropped on the tile floor all assaulted his ears in painful cadence. The smell of fish wafting on the air tickled his nose. Head still laying on the table he tried to remember who he was before he worried about where his was. The fog that clouded his mind lifted slowly and his name was the first memory to come tumbling back: Vicious. The recesses of his brain dredged up his past and replayed on the back of his eyelids like a rerun movie - the red dragons, the coup, the assassination of the Van. Then he remember that Julia was dead. And Spike. The smell of the syndicate building burning, the crack of a gunshot, the slicing of steel on flesh. He'd killed Spike, and Spike had killed him.
So was he dead? The tingling feelings in his extremities were telling him otherwise. With effort, he forced his heavy eyes to open. The room he was in was darkened, but even the small amount of light from the candle flickering on the table was enough to cause him to squeeze his eyes shut again. His head ached, his body felt stiff, and he still had no idea where he was. Vicious breathed in slowly and opened his eyes again.
The room was fuzzy until his eyes adjusted to seeing again. Carefully, to avoid further pain to his cranium, he lifted his head off the table. Across from him a woman, blond, sat staring at him as though she had all the time in the world. He glanced around the room and realized he was in a restaurant; patrons sat at tables drinking Saki and eating sushi while waiter scurried around dropping off food and drinks and picking up empty dishes. Turning back to the woman, he blinked again confused. I really must be dead he thought. His voice barely audible, he whispered in shock, "Julia?"
[Year: 2072]
[Month: December]
[Location: Bebop Fishing Boat]
[Year: 2072]
[Month: December]
[Location: Kirin Headquarters]