No, I don't have a dozen ideas. Just commenting on how
easy it is to think of ideas, and how *hard* it is for
me to actually finish them. Nevermind, what do people
think of this short teaser/idea.
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The two Russian sailors looked over the side of
the rusting, anceint trawler. One lit a cigaratte and
handed to his larger friend, who took it with
shivering fingers. <Thanks. This damned mist...
it's too cold.> He puffed and blew out a small,
noxious cloud, idly imagining he could see it
freezing in front of his face. <How much longer?
The Japanese patrols should not be here yet, but
they *will* come through here.>
His companion answered him. <Not long. The boomers
should have found whatever was on that map. I hope
they don't malfunction, but what you pay for, you get.>
<Don't remind me.> The other grunted. <Twenty percent
for me, thirty percent for you, and fifty for him..
arrogant bastard. He needed to leave fast, I tell
you. He was wanted, and we were the only ones who could
help him. You should have held out for more.>
His friend shrugged. <I own the boat, I make the
deals.> He turned away from the raging sea and
stared at the slight figure, apparently asleep
inside the pilot's area. A loud alarm rang out, and
the captain and his friend immediately started to
lower a rusted chain into the sea. <What have they
found? He said there would be gold.> The captain
was anxiously tapping his foot on the floor of
the ship, while his friend calmy waited for his
twenty percent nursing his cigarette in his hands.
Both failed to notice a sharp metallic sound, like
a knife.. or sword... being wrenched out of a sheath.
The Genom-built, black-market-sold diver boomers broke
through the waves, climbing with one hand up the chain
and holding in the other.. a large, ugly, badly-done
statue barely recognizable as a man in torment, missing
part of one arm and with a large piece of wood stuck
through his chest. The Russians, not art conisseurs,
were gasping at the statue's material as it was placed
on the deck. Gold.
High quality, extremely expensive, fifty percent theirs, gold.
<If that's solid..> The captain started.
<We're millionaires. Several times. We can retire. And
the man?> The question hung in the mist-laden air.
<He.. has been useful. We will give him a celebration.
To celebrate our new wealth.. And then..> The captain
grinned nastily, ignoring the now fully-awake figure behind
him. He didn't know Russian. He didn't have to. The
grin of the captain told the slight Japanese man enough.
With a practiced stab, he drove his sword through the captain's
back, extinguishing the cigarette in his friend's back.
The ninja whipped the sword out and lunged at the Russian
over the captain's body. The sailor tried to block with his
large and muscular arms, but the sword strike was a feint for
a crushing kick to the kneecap, dropping him to the ground. The
ninja grabbed the kneeling sailor's head by the hair, raising his
face up to see the ninja's.
<Who.. are..> "Who you?" The sailor asked, hoping to delay his
attacker as he slid his hand towards the knife hidden in his
boot. The ninja was silent, and the sword swung..
Cleaning and sheathing the sword, the ninja approached the
gold statue, chuckling. "Me, I'm nobody. The son of no-one. I
serve Gemma.. the only one, the no-one to serve him, the
last.. or am I?" His voice became high-pitched, then dropped.
"Lord Himuro Gemma.. soon, after five hundred years of Golden
Hell, you will be free. And the nations of the world.." His
voice dropped again. "And corporations will fall, and the
Shogun of the Dark shall be reborn, the Eight Devils of Kimon
will live again," He flexed his cybernetic arm. "And Genom shall
die..." Quieting again, the man drew a laser cutter out of
his pockets and started to cut at the golden statue.
All the while, the black-market boomers recorded the scene with
passive, boomer eyes, waiting for the time when they,
like all "black-market" boomers, squealed the compressed audio and video
of the day directly to Genom.
Soon, the golden statue fell into pieces, revealing the form
of the large, mutilated man underneath. Violently, he started to
breath and kick. His burned flesh healed, and one word
passed his lips.. "Jubei..."
Bubblegum Scroll
A Bubblegum Crisis/ Ninja Scroll crossover
Well, what does everyone think? Set after BGC 8 (Haven't
seen BGCrash, not going to), what happens when the man with
the techniques of immortality (reincarnation, regeneration)
is finally recovered from the ocean by the last
remaining descendent of the ninja who fled from the ship
in Ninja Scroll, and who has a large grudge against Genom.
How will a railgun stop a man who can't die? So, comments
on the teaser and on the idea are wanted. Please?
-- And just who will be Jubei's descendent? Nene, of course! ^_-
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