Just Another Day - A Cowboy Bebop RP (IIC)

[Sai Rhavan]

Leaning back in his seat, Sialedes looked over to Richie as he unbuckled his seatbelt, beginning to float. he quickly punched the button labeled GRAVITY as he returned to the ground, looking around.

"Well, I'm looking first off for a remote... Let's see... Ah! Here it is!"

Seeing the remote, he reached behind a pile of books and magazines at the flash of metal. His eyes widened suddenly as he withdrew his hand, suddenly moving all of the magazines over. There were two things in the partners' direct view. A TV Remote, and a black kitten nestled firmly atop the remote, licking its paw.

Sialedes blinked a few times as his left eye began to twitch, turning to face his partner. "Ya gotta be kidding me" was all that he could say as he grabbed the remote, the kitten pawing at his hand as he did so. Turning on the tv, he was thankful to catch that night's episode of Big Shot just as it aired.

A tan man in a black cowboy shirt, with black sunglasses and a white cowboy hat appeared on the screen, drawing a colt .45 and shooting into the air. "YEEEEEEE- HAWWWWW!!!" Welcom y'all to another excitin' episode of Big Shot. Tonight we've got a bounty hot off the presses. One hour ago, 3 varmints known as the Fox Brothers made off with, count 'em, 3 billion woolongs from the Planetary Bank of Mars! Jurisdiction has already handed down the reward as 2.5 million woolongs alive. Their last location was the bank itself, in the center of New Mars City. That's all the time we have for now, a big thanks to our sponsors! We hope to catch you cowpokes here tomorrow, same time, same station!"

Flipping the TV off, Sialedes turned back to his station as he hopped into the seat, flicking back on the thrusters.

"Okay, we're heading to Mars. If you have any complaints, kiss my ass."

The ship gave a lurch an hour into their travel away from the asteroid belt, just as they entered into the atmosphere. Hearing a chug, then feeling a bigger lurch as they cleared the atmosphere, Sialedes rebuckled his seatbelt as he looked to Richie, a look of utter annoyance upon his face.

"If we make it out of this alive, I'm killing that junker."

The engine went out on the ship just as they reached the area near New Mars City, a large pasture area to be precise. He began to yell obscenities, punching the controls as he pulled back on the throttle as they crash landed into the large open field, coming to a screeching halt.

"PISS! PISS PISS PISS!" Sialedes screamed as he placed a well good boot kick to the dashboard, cracking the odometer. "WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW, HUH!?"

He threw his seatbelt off as he walked to the door, kicking it open as he stepped out into the Mars night, sitting down in the red dirt outside of the ship. They had just blown all of their earnings on a piece of junk, and now they were stranded in the middle of nowhere. SIghing, he decided not to let his anger get to him as he pulled out a cigarette, lighting it as he took a drag. He felt a tug at his pants as he looked down to see the cat from earlier, which mewed as it looked up at him. Rolling his eyes, he picked it up and put it in his lap, his nose already begin to itch.

"I need a drink."

[Gelatinous Cube]

"Fox brothers, huh? They look like a bunch of assholes and I'm bored. Off to Mars I go."
Mathias had decided he'd slept enough and he got up, stubbing out his cigarette in a wall-mounted ash-tray, that just as quickly as it appeared, was swallowed back into the wall.
"Fuckin' love this ship," Mathias muttered to himself as he went over to his music player - ever the lover of classical music from earth, queued up a bit of Iced Earth as he gathered his things for when he landed on Mars.

He first, took a shower, only quick, he was running low on water, he'd have to resupply on Mars...after all, shortly before they terraformed Mars, they'd discovered a multitude of water beneath the planet's surface.

After his 2 minutes shower, he got dressed, a good pair of black, tough jeans and a red, button-up shirt.
Next came his guns, the only two things in the universe he swore upon.
He stowed them away in his under-arm holsters. They were fine guns, chambered in a high calibre.
The final two things - aside from his trench-coat - were his boots and a small hunting knife, for good luck.

Now, he was ready for Mars.

[Rather Squishy]

Zed brightened, "well that's the most convenient thing I've heard all day," and slipped back her head, draining the shot of whiskey.

Zed had been stranded in New Mars City for nearly a month now. However, on Venus she had truly hit her stride. She was raking in enough money that she had considered buying her own ship. But old habits die hard, and Zed had a fatally and historically bad judgment of character. When a crew of rather clean cut bounty hunters asked her to tag along on a much more lucrative venture to Mars, ten million woolongs to be exact, she had been more than happy to join them. In short, Zed was very helpful in catching the bounty. The crew was so grateful, they knocked her unconscious, stole all the cash she had with her, and left her for dead in an alley on the most dangerous side of town. It became painfully clear to Zed that her biggest mistake on Venus had been her success, for certain bounty hunters could be as vengeful and callous as their meal tickets. Just another chapter in the school of hard knocks.

Located across from the Shaggy Sentinel Inn, where Zed had spent the month, was the barely populated Mounted Bear pub. Inside, the air was grey with smoke, whispy clouds hovering just below the ceiling. Zed had sat at the bar, pawing her shot glass for much of the morning following the demise of her television device. She chatted up the terse, scar-faced bar tender with old war stories, glancing habitually at the meager tv set every time she thought she heard the pistol or banjos of a Big Shot episode. Her patience rewarded, the location of the bank bandits, the reward, the timing, it was all a stroke of luck as far as Zed was concerned.

"Well that's the most convenient thing I've heard all day!"

"Yes..." the bar tender added, retrieving the shot glass as Zed recovered from the sting of whiskey. "Two and a half million woolongs ought to be enough to get you the hell out of my bar."

Zed's mouth dropped a little, she had imagined the old man enjoyed her stories in his own stoic way. With a shrug she shuffled through her pocket, pulled out a few woolongs and slipped them onto the bar, no tip.

She gave the old man a wink before heading for the door. "You bet it would."


(Sorry for the late reply, had a hectic weekend)