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

Suki Kimura EPISODE 1 A Fateful Meeting It had only been seven years since Vicious and Spike Spiegel had their last fight against one another. But in the span of those years, things had quickly moved. In fact, one could say their defeats and deaths were the cruel start of a long, bumpy domino effect. The worst part? No one could have had even the slightest chance at being able to start it. Not even the strongest gods or any living form of some human version of Fate, Karma, whatnot. Truth be told, if anyone had to guess, those manifestations likely helped ensure the events all played out, much like a perfect marionette or actor would comply with playing their parts. Worse off, they did so with no questions asked, no will remaining in tact with them, no desire to fight against something that clearly felt or sounded wrong lingering in their heart or soul. Yet, what people wanted no longer mattered. What did were the results, which led to the here and now .... October 8th 0407 AM Europa was a perfect example of just how drastically things had changed. It used to be a planet full of opportunities and chances. Admittedly, there were the typical share of shady people, but what planet didn't have those? Still, the pros versus cons would have revealed that prior to everything that had happened with Spike and Vicious, life was at least ... better. More livable. Now? Europa had become a living version consisting of people who resided primarily in the slums. What few were lucky enough to reside in the middle-upper or solely 'upper class' parts of Europa only earned their way there through various illegal activities. From gambling - not only with money but people - to prostitution rings and that was just a few that anyone could list off the top of their heads. Mainly because they were the most common activities that could be seen, regardless of where one lived. Disgusting, came a soft, feminine voice. As the woman shook her head from side to side, it made multiple, raven locks lightly swing and sway. I don't think I've wanted to smoke as many times as I have recently ... Were anyone else nearby, they would have been able to find and detect the musings had belonged to a young female. On the outside, she looked relatively normal, all things considered. But to those in the more ... 'professional' careers, they would recognize the twenty-year-old easily. Why? Because that same lass had a bounty on her head, one that wasn't exactly an amount to sneeze at either. The prize - should anyone be successful - was fifty million woolong. And nowadays, with the economy having gone to shit in almost every planet, it was days like today that Suki Kimura appreciated the most. She could breathe. She could relax. But perhaps most importantly ... she could drink. The old laws that used to be on Earth no longer existed, and even then almost no one cared to enforce them. Thus, there she was, sitting atop a stool and mulling over everything, namely her life and how she got into this mess again. Because you're an ambitious, idiotic bitch ... The inner scolding made herself unable to help but smirk. But then, it's not like you would have had this happen any other way, would ya? Amen, she muttered to herself, taking a hold of her shot glass which had been filled for the third time now with some of the best whiskey she could afford. Her crime, for those that cared to find out what was so desired about Suki, was hacking. Particularly against really rich, well-off people. If one wanted to use an old tale, she was pulling a Robin Hood-esque act, except instead of giving money to everyone who needed it, she was keeping it all for herself. But hey, a girl had to make a living, right? And this one sure as shit was not about to do so by selling herself, thank you very much. Besides, she mumbled, I'm too good and worth way too much than any of those bastards would be able to pay you. A small sigh passed her lips as she raised her right hand and ran it through her hair. Hmmm .... Catching some black strands around her right index finger, she began to twirl it in circles as she thought. Probably need to start moving again after this one, she decided, nodding firmly to herself before pressing the glass against her lips once more and swallowing the drink. .... One last one. I promise, this one really will be the last glass. Ignoring the scoffing from the bartender, Suki chuckled softly as she watched her glass get filled up once more before slowly closing her light blue eyes, enjoying the mostly silent tavern. The only noises echoing around her were her heartbeat - which was slightly faster than usual - and some soft, jazz music coming from a barely functioning jukebox.