Thread: Cowboy Bebop: Rise of the New Syndicates (Athene & Casket)

Cain Devilin sat against the hull of his wrecked spaceship, his ass planted firmly in the mud and debris that surrounded the crash sight. He puffed gently on his last cigarette and stared up at the blue Europan sky and damning his bad luck. The bright sun shining down on his blonde hair and scruffy chin hair and illuminating the bright red brush burn on his otherwise handsome cheek. He tied a bandanna around the wound on his head that he'd suffered during the crash. The lower part of him had suffered fewer abrasions thanks to his former ship's safety measures. His shirt was torn and hung down exposing his lean muscular chest on one side, while his black jeans were soiled with mud thanks to the swamp he'd come to a stop in. Here he was, out one interceptor ship, a crew that had stolen his mothership and abandoned him to die alone on a planet he had no wish of ever setting foot on again and all for a bounty that had ended up being dead end. He'd accepted this bounty over the one he'd actually wanted to go after because his treacherous former partners had out voted him. He was sure they pull an easy payday from nabbing some hacker named Suki Kimura, which would have raked in something like 50 million woolong, but his crew decided that some douche bag rock and roll star with sticky fingers would be the better payoff. Cain had accepted the bounty and when a he got the lead that the rocker was on Ganymede thanks to a food fetish involving sea rats, he jumped at the chance and flew off to bag the perp. The rocker or more realistically the washed up rocker, Headon Nibfinger had caught wind that the syndicate newest fancy gadget, one that allowed you to alter the wavelengths of your voice in order to make post hypnotic suggestions to listeners and figured it might be just the thing to revitalize his career. Long story short, Cain managed to grab the gadget but Headon escaped and without the thief the bounty wasn't even half. As he exited Ganymede's orbit thought the real knife in his back was shone to him, a prerecorded message from his crew and their new partner Headon, who'd decided that bounty hunting was more profitable than rocking or rolling for that matter. They informed him Cain that he was now wanted by the syndicate for being in possession of the device and best yet, they'd sabotaged his interceptor's engine. Cain ended up crash landing on Europa and now here he was, stuck and screwed over by the only people he'd trusted. He stood and started to wipe some of the mud off his ass but in doing so dropped his last smoke, only half gone into the cesspool at his feet. shit... He muttered. With no other reason to stay he gathered his things, a twin set of snub nosed .44 revolvers which were tucked into his brown leather shoulder holsters and his red linen jacket which had thankfully come out of the crash without damage and began trudging toward civilization. Town was baron, since the syndicates had started their take over of many of the major cities people began to move off planet. He'd was only on the outskirts when he saw the rundown pub. It had three scantily clad woman standing outside pressing their wares and Cain approached them. Scuse me ladies, I was wondering if I might borrow a credit or two to make a phone call.... Cain started to say but the fat woman in lead cut him off. Kick stone slag.....I ain't got no credits fo' you! She said and her two cronies cackled behind her. Normally Cain was handsome and debonair and woman of this low caliber would be swooning over him, but as he looked down at his current appearance he could understand why they'd shunned him. Thanks anyway... He muttered under his breath and walked into the bar. Cain walked in with is hands up. Hey I know I look pretty rough right now but I've had a hard day and I don't want to be hassled, I just want a drink. Cain said, seeing only a single black haired woman sitting at the bar and the bartender serving her. Cain walked up to the bar and sat down next to the pretty girl. Don't worry, I don't have enough money to proposition you. I just wanna have a drink and then I'll be on my way.... Cain started to say, but as he got a better look at the girl she seemed to look almost familiar to him and his words trailed off. You look familiar, have we met?