Greets,
Some may remeber I did a quick a few months back with
the Amush crew and the Riders. Welp, this is how I started it. Work in
progress as always. Comments and suggestions are always wanted.
Bentley4@ix.netcom.com
Anime Mush Adventures
By:
Robert K. Bentley
(C) 1996 Robert Bentley and others
Version 00.2A
01-11-96
Prologue
"I am really starting to hate this job."
The crime scene in the alley, on the alien planet, with three
moons/sister planets as well as three suns. Dusk was starting to settle
across the western hemisphere of the planet. The soon chilling wind
blew through between the gap between the two buildings. One a block of
entertainment stores the other a cloth replicant facility. The rays of
green, yellow and red sun rays slowly dissipated over the peaks and
dips of the metal sky scrapers around the alley, around the buildings,
around the city. The soft white lights along the sidewalks start to
glow. Their long bodies, pushing them up high enough to act like angels
of light.
Hover vehicles of all colors and types softly flowed above the
street as pedestrians walk from work down to the subway system, or to a
taxi or to home. The flashing red and white lights of the Secoian
Police 13th Precent lapped over the walls and peoples' faces as they
gawk, some stare, some look and continue on their way, soon to hear on
the news or from hears say. The gawkers got a good look of what had
happened, using either their enhanced hearing to listen in to the
police officers talk amongst themselves, some use their night vision or
"cat�s site," as most of the Terrans had coined it upon arriving on
Seco. The site they see is not pretty......
Two pairs of Typhoon Battle Armor mecha stand in front of the
police energy net that cordons off the alley way. The only way the
gawkers know it is there is because of the newspaper and other debris
from the alley stops a few inches from the Typhoon�s backs, a small
energy wall deflects the debris back into the alley, evidence....
The black clad Typhoon mech stand in front of the energy net. The
impressive mechs only stand about seven feet tall, at the moment out of
the four, only two have the helmet visors up. The other two have them
down in the locked position, red slits for eyes matted against the
blue/black glass of the vision along with the awakening night make some
gawkers remain a few feet back, visions of legends stand before them.
Next to them three police cars and a corner�s wagon. A few of the
police officers stayed in the cars, the corner took pictures of the
scene, white flashes bounced off the walls as the moons/sister planets
slowly shone in the night sky.
"What does this make it? Third or forth?"
One of the Typhoon�s with its visor up turned slightly at the
question. A woman�s face was illuminated by internal helmet lights, a
shade of blue/green. Her red hair glow softly in the lights, her neon
lipstick is hidden from view by the bottom of her visor frame while her
slinky white dress is hidden underneath the Typhoon�s metal armor and
body suite. Crystal Miles had been called in just as she and Micheal
King had stepped out for a dinner party at Admiral Wylan�s abode.
"Third planetside," Crys replied, eyes glaring at the other Typhooner.
Sixth if you don�t count the ones off planet, she though to the
Typhooner.
The other Typhooner blue eyes blinked slightly as Crys�s voice
rang in his head. He nods a silent apology, eyes sweeping over the
crowd of gawkers. Internal and external scanners swept over the crowd
with the movement, the recording will be downloaded after a full
debrief of the facts and orders. James Ried the III adjusted his mech�s
heating, his breath being seen is his first clue, then next would have
been his visor fogging up. The six foot three Terran sighed inwardly to
himself, his crew cut brown hair is the last of his worries, the
cushioned helmet with it�s dual gray antenna and Cyclopes eye, an
eye/visor that was "up" and locked. This can not get any worse, he
thinks.
Don�t say that it will, Crys thought back.
Jim turned around and walked down into the alley way, actually
hovered down, the mecha�s foot thrusters lifting Jim up a little bit, a
soft rumble echoed in the night as he passed through the energy field
and into the alley way. The red and black walls flashed shadows all
over the walls, figures in mid movement while others frozen. One figure
will stand as she was, broken, alone, scared, angry and another one
that does not show any emotion whatsoever. This one stands over the
other like a guardian or perhaps an assailant, one is on the wall of
the alley the other is on the cobble stoned alley ground, both surfaces
covered in blood, the blood frozen where it stands while the coroner
takes pictures and examines samples.
Jim�s thoughts rotated the hover jets direction so he can get a
good look at the symbol on the wall, made of blood and some kind of
iridescent substance. His eyes follow the small spherical hover cam as
it records all the happens in the alley as well as the symbol on the
wall. A circle, with three squares at noon, six and nine o�clock with a
V at three o�clock.
"Sick puppy." He muttered.
"Sick, deranged and very acute at what he was doing," the coroner
reported, he knelt down and pulled the tarp back. The body of a dead
Secoian lay underneath. The coroner pulled a pen from his jeans back
pocket and pointed to a few of the corpse�s joints, preferably the arms
and legs. "The slices he made on her arms were rough, looks like he
didn�t want a fight from her."
"Was she into the arts?"
The coroner pulled up what remained of the woman�s blouse and
pointed to the marks on her chest and abdomen. "The tattoos are about
as old as she is. I�d say high rank in one of the Secoian Black Arts.
The marks are a different story. I�ll need to get her into the lab for
a better look. Note how her chest and abdomen are not even touched,
this guy knew what he was doing. Looks like we got one tattoo on the
back of her head. I think that�s what saved her soul."
Jim cocked a neon blue eye brow. "He�s trying to eat her soul?"
"I see the Commander hasn�t gotten to far with you pups."
"I know about the Black Arts, Doc, that�s all I need to know."
Jim turned and looked down at the victim. "Your saying she�s basically
still in there?"
"Part of her, now that I think of it, those marks could be from a
cyber implants. Looks like her clan liked to mix everything together
into one mess."
"Maybe to protect her chest? I don�t see any blood, he didn�t
tear it off of her." Jim eyed the chrono on his HUD. "I thought you
were supposed to be out of here soon."
"I was, this is one of the clan�s holy grounds we need to get
permission to move the body."
Jim rolled his eyes as a car pulled up. "I hate the Black Arts."
The car door opened and Commander Robert Bentley stepped out of the
driver�s side door. The passenger side popped open and Shannon Barske
slid out and onto the ground.
"Evening all," Bentley nodded to Crys and walked through the
force field. "What do we have?"
"Slice and Dice," Jim gave a partial salute, it was getting to be
like the old days, rank didn�t much matter. "We think it was a
religious S+D."
"Didn�t know Huntsmen went to CCD," Shannon muttered and eyed the
markings on the victims chest then the slices and dices on her body.
"Satyrs aren�t going to like this, she was they�re second."
Bentley sighed. "I see my lynch mob hasn�t shown up yet," he eyed
the crowd and then craned his neck up to see the tops of the buildings.
"You figure he sliced her arms and followed her down here and killed
her?"
"The closest Satyrs Church is ten blocks from here," Jim thumbed
a metal thumb towards the end of the alley way while Shannon walked
down to the end of alley way. "But one of their Sanctuaries is right
here."
"Actually," Shannon walked from the back of the alley to middle
of it. "It�s right here," she tapped a foot on a metal plate on the
road. "She missed the goal line by a few meters."
"How long is it going to take to get the paper work to clear
her?" Bentley asked.
"A few days."
"Damn." Bentley turned and tapped a button on his bracer. "Ange,
we won�t be able to move her for at least a couple of days."
"Get me the address I�ll be down in an hour." Angela Goslin�s
voice echoed in his left ear, an image of her appeared in his right
eye.
Bentley�s eyes fell upon a rather large van that had just pulled
up. "I�ll send you all the info I can. The welcome wagon just arrived."
He depressed the button and cut Ange off in mid sentence.
"Heathen!" A voice screamed.
Shannon rolled her eyes. "Damn," she turned and faced the crowd
of Satyrs that had begun to form at the end of the alley, the only
thing that stopped them was Crys and the energy field. Jim rejoined
Crys at the mouth of the alley leaving the coroner, Bentley and Shannon
alone. She nudged Bentley. "One pre ordered lynch mob. COD or cash?"
Bentley sighed and shook his head.
* * *
The low rumble of thunder echo across the planet...
The lightning streaked across the sky, dark angry clouds slowly
moved in from the south, covering up the nice blue sky. Birds in flight
slowly drop down to the cover of trees at the approaching storm echoes
everywhere...
The soft patter of rain drops are soon to come, the air
temperature changed slowly at first as the cold front comes through,
the windows of cars fog up as the once warm weather changes into cold
and dreary....
The street lamps come on early, the police car�s lights are
turned on earlier than usual as they go out on patrol, Tank Police and
ADP officers don rain jackets as the rain starts slowly, pitter
pattering, then coming down in solid waves. The beams of light slash
through the pea soup as Police Tanks and ADP cruisers rumble down the
main drag to get out into the main road system in the Core.
The low rumble of planes taking off from the airport near Nermia
makes the windows shake gently in the panes as the huge jets lift up
into the rain filled sky and just as they have appeared they disappear
into the dark cloud bank and into the sun filled sky, the rain droplets
dry off the metal skin of these angels as they increase in speed and
fly into the blue yonder.
The Amush Core consists of a few main buildings, one of these
would be the Amush Center. This large circular building rising out of
the ground is a few stories all, blocks of light shine out into the
rain, casting light everywhere, grass and trees that line all around
this white structure created by Dee_Ehll the local mover and shaker of
this planet. The north side of this structure is where the sliding
doors reside while the south side of the Center has various Solar
Devices to catch sunlight, putting them to good use as electricity.
Under these rather large panels, their large legs support built into
the ground, letting only small area be dry is a rather small glass and
metal encloses aberedoom for plants and such.
A small Flop House resides across from the Amush Center. This
rather dark building contrasts with that rest of this bright place.
This medium sized structure is made out of rusted metal and other such
materials over the door it says Amush Shelter, on the outside this
shelter is dark but on the inside it�s a little brighter with cots and
blankets. A few people watch the rain come down and wait by the phone,
hoping to get building permits to start their own homes and or
businesses. A small board is listed on the north wall with what is
taken and what is not as well as a map of the planet.
A small group of people run out into the rain either to go down
the street and catch the local mode of transportation called a Pylon. A
rather tall woman waited on one of the cots. Her longs legs are draped
over the end of the cots as she slept on her back, a black hat covered
her eyes from the lights attached to ceiling, her arms folded over her
chest as if she was praying, an old brown leather jacket lay across
another empty cot. Her rather dark pink hair flowed onto the pillow and
down to her waist, her white T-shirt is tucked into a pair of rain damp
jeans.
"So what are you waiting for?"
A rather tall and lanky dark haired man turns slightly, his
attention on the map of the planet, his dark eyes fall upon a woman,
blonde hair, green eyes and rather damp from the rain outside. He
smiled, took a few thumb tacks out of the map and smiled, teeth
gleaming. "Just a small plot of land on the East Dome Loop..."
The woman smiled and shook her blonde main, getting most of the
water droplets out it. She sighed as her eyes look out the window, at
the rain, the darkness. "Figures, I get here and it starts to
rain....."
The man admired the woman beauty for a moment and smiles, teeth
still gleaming purely white. "Your new to this area?"
The woman unzipped her jacket and moved towards the warmth of the
heater in the middle of the room. She is about five feet ten inches in
height and from what the man can tell from her spandex pants, works out
a lot. His eyes drop to her legs, ogling them for a moment. The woman
turned slightly, as if having eyes in the back of her head. "I�m new to
this planet if that is what you mean," she smiles and stretched. "I
just landed planet side, seems like a nice place." She sat down and
looked around at the place, noting some people while ignoring others.
"What is the plot of the land for? Home, business?"
The man smiled again. "Business, I�m into antiques and such,
books and treasure..."
The woman eyes lit up. "Oh you too? I�m a history buff, I collect
objects from the past and other things....my name is Cryan and u?"
"Lupin..."
Cryan nodded. "Pleased to meet you-" she is about to say more
when the phone rang.....
Lupin was about to reach for the phone when another person picked
up the phone from the cradle it was in, Lupin blinked at the speed. The
person who picked up the phone leaned against the wall, a woman about
five feet ten inches and with a large amount of blonde hair and cat
ears? "Hello Amush Flop House, Unipuma speaking how may I help ya?" the
southern accented catwoman asked. Her green eyes look Lupin over for a
moment then over Cryan and then the rest of the people looking at her
talking on the phone. Uni growled somewhat. "You mind, I�m trying to
talk on the phone here!"
Cryan blinked and turned back towards Lupin. "Okaaay.....what�s
the time for due process on building permits?"
Lupin shrugs and pulled up a chair, lighting a cigarette as he
sits. "Dunno, I got here a few days ago, Dee_Ehll was still building up
the Core when I got here."
"Dee_Ehll?"
Lupin nods. "He�s the one who discovered this planet and the one
who layed claim to it. He�s got his own Company of Builders and such,
he�s financial well off too, lucking s.o.b."
Cryan smiled and chuckled. She leaned back on the cot. "I think
you should he happy he�s allowing us to build.."
"Tanya O�Hare here?"
Unipuma�s yelling from across the room caused the sleeping girl
to raise her hand, she pulled back the ball cap and sat up, the rest of
her bright pink hair flowed down her back as she stood to her full
height of six feet seven inches, she pulled on her jacket, making sure
the collar is up and headed for the phone.
Cryan looks over her right shoulder, her eyes take in what is
walking across the room, her brain received the image and something
moves, within the blackness of her soul, something twitches. Her eyes
start at the top of her head, the pink hair is nice touch, it thinks,
the skin color is something that suits you, no insignias, no markings.
Your ears must have those diamonds on them. The eyes drop down to the
shoulders, the jacket, the something slowly emerges from the darkness.
The leather jacket sways as the long legs walk across the stained wood
floor, all eyes on her as she nears the phone, Lupin�s eyes as well and
next to him, the eyes...the eyes slowly change color, shape, the
whiteness of the pupil is taken out, the darkness slowly emerges into
the light and the darkness gets brighter, the skin around the eyes,
under the hair, ripples for a brief second, only second
as does all things that had just happened. Cryan�s jaw dropped slowly,
eyes narrow, breath is slowly taken in by the lungs as a wave of
infrared/night sight/motion tracking images flow over Cryan�s field of
view, all targeted on one person..... Cryan seethed finally. "She�s
here? How?"
Lupin�s attention unglued itself from Tanya�s backside and back
onto the back of Cryan�s head, he smiled and looked her over quietly.
This place could be interesting, he thinks. His memory already kicked
over and over about the idea of having a partner or two on his little
stay here, enough time spent here to see weather this planet has any
riches to "barrow" or even worse a ample police force. The Tanks and
other ADP vehicles he already knew by heart, their weakness and
defenses and weather or not the police chief was worth the trouble for
his scheming, on the other hand underworld activities were virtually
non existent.
"He doesn�t want the body moved?"
Bentley looked down from the roof of the entertainment building
at Crys and Jim as they talked with the head mover and shaker of the
Satyrs. He was still royal pissed off at how such heathens could even
walk the planet with out feeling shame but to be desecrate one of their
temples. "It is even unthinkable that you should be holding rank, let
alone allowed to walk free!" His words seemed to echo in Bentley�s head
while he watched more people gather to gawk. "Get the paper work
rolling and get the samples over to Ange ASAP."
"Aye."
Bentley watched the other planets as they moved in orbit around
Seco and sighed. "I need a vacation."
"I might suggest somewhere out of the way then?" A breathed
hissed.
Bentley didn�t look behind him. She was there, knelt down on top
of one of the eye level venting grates. She too watched the crowd and
the crime scene. She locked her sights on the Deacon of the Satyrs and
smirked. "Pre Ordered lynch mob again?"
Bentley turned slowly, his eyes stared at other parts of the roof
top while she centered her sights back on him. "How long have you been
here?"
"Long enough to see who did it. Stay away from him, he�s mine."
Captain stood and quiet stepped down onto the roof top. "Religious
fanatics aren�t your suit."
"Neither are they yours," he replied. "Bad enough I�m getting bad
press from Louis Farakan down there, but you too?"
Captain crossed her arms and her eyes narrowed. "I�m suggesting
you take a little trip somewhere for a little while and let the rotten
eggs dry up."
"Where would you suggest the Village?" Bentley turned back
towards the city in front of him and took a deep breath. "This place
does kind of ware you down doesn�t?"
"After a while it will. You can�t seem to be stay in one place
for a large amount of time. That�s a good quality in some people."
Bentley looked over his shoulder at the leather clad alien. "Just
like you?" He asked. For that one moment he could have sworn she said
yes, something about her. Something she wanted to tell him, but she
didn�t want to stay longer then she had too. She was already staying to
too long. He knew that for sure. "We�ve visited a lot of places where
would you suggest?"
She snorted instead. "Some place out of the way and out of
sight."
"That helps a lot."
"It�s under your nose, you�ll find it."
He turned to give her more grief but she was gone. No fold point,
no gate, no even an echo in the wind. She was gone. "I hate it when you
do that," he muttered.
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