[d20 Modern] Session One: Funky Martian Monks (CowBoy BeBop)

[KitanaVorr]

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[KitanaVorr]

Session One: Funky Martian Monks

I think its time to blow this scene....
Get everybody and their stuff together...
Ok...three...two...one...Let's jam

 

[KitanaVorr]

It's now the 21st Century.

Decades after the first construction of the hyperspace gates in 2021 across the solar system, transportation and colonization of the other planets have bloomed into a thriving intra solar population. The Gate Incident where the first hyperspace gate between Earth and its Moon exploded caused a chunk of the moon to scatter into a plethora of meteors that pelt the Earth everyday, making it nearly uninhabitable and fueled the speediness of the colonization.

After the settlement of other planets, everyone realized the immense difficulty of policing such a huge population boom with no real government. The police had barely any authority…authority which now belonged to the vast crime syndicates that have created their own brand of government on every planet. To combat this crime boom, the police have instituted the old bounty system of the old United States western frontier. Bounty hunters could now capture criminals for large amounts of money as long as the criminals are brought in alive.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Funky Martian Monks Theme

Life’s not even remotely fun.

Or exciting.

Or even delicious at this point.

Especially when you're all dead broke.

Basically the conclusions of all the crew gathered about in the main room at the stern of the BeBop. Ugly yellow couches that aren’t remotely comfortable surround the place and allow a few of the inhabitants room to sit about, put up their feet and wait yet again for another culinary delight from their fearless captain. The smell of the peppers cooking with a healthy or not so healthy helping of soy sauce spread all over the ship.

Special Bell Peppers and Beef (minus the beef) for the third week in a row.

Once an old interplanetary trawler built to catch fish on Ganymede and transport them in refrigeration throughout the solar system, the Bebop had been purchased by a former ISSP agent named Jet Black. When he sold it to Thalessa Cyan after the death of his old partner and the disappearance of his other partner, the ship still had not been completely explored. The Bebop had been retrofitted with new high-powered communications systems and larger engines, perfect for Thalessa’s plan of a bounty hunting extravaganza. Except for a slight problem…no weapons systems but plenty of cargo holds and refrigeration units.

The Bebop came with three smaller ships. The Hammerhead, Jet’s old personal MONO boat, the old racing ship Swordfish II which she has lent Chase Williams, and the Red Tail which belonged to Faye Valentine, the other partner who had disappeared and which Thalessa has claimed for her own uses.

Of course, the ship wasn’t the only thing that was confused and varied. The BeBop crew had its own combination of strangeness and “what the hell am I doing here” abound aplenty…although there was definitely plenty of “what the hell are you doing here" to go with it.

OOC: THALESSA, VINCENT, BOBCAT, CHASE, GILGAMESH are okay to post. Just hang out, get to know each other and figure out how you guys work together for now. Don't forget to post some description of your PC and a good intro to your PC.

 

[Daiymo]

The young man lay sleeping, his dark hair tousled, his Tshirt rumpled. His lanky frame lay across the small couch. His black leather jacket lay across his body, and his army boots rest under the couch. The man's bare feet hang over the edge of the couch, twitching as he slumbers.

The smell of cooking begins to waft through his dreams.

Gilgamesh stretches his limbs like a lazy cat, slowly waking to the familiar scent of peppers. Opening his eyes a crack, he takes in the main room as he lays sprawled on the couch. "Nope" he murmurs "I'm not dreaming. I'm like, still here, surrounded by my fellow inmates."

Sighing, he sits up. Yawning he counts heads. Girl, pilot, mouthpiece, and me. "Crazy" he grunts "the gang's all here."

Gil rubs his eyes."Like, what is cooking, hepcats?" he says to no one in particular. "Do not tell me the grub's gonna be the same today?"

"Hey jefe!" he shouts in a bored voice to Thalessa. "I dig the fact you picked me up an all. I mean, like TJ's my home, but it's nowheresville, for small fry. But I ate better back in the barrio. Doesn't this ship have any carne on it? Any more peppers and I'm gonna start sweatin' soy sauce."

Gil lays back down on the couch, throwing one arm over his face.

 

[Tokiwong]

Chase eyes the rest of the crew with a wide smile, lingering on any females present, old habits die hard, perhaps he should let the crew in on the secret that he still has some funding, nah... they would just want to waste it anyways. Besides, he could blow the money at the next stop, no need to bring up trivial bits of info anyways.

"Man, special peppers again, just cut out my tongue, so I can avoid the taste, I mean," he shivers, "can't we for once get some real food, like uhh, a cheesburger or something? I could kill for some lobster right now too," he shrugs.

"Hey Gil, I am right there with yah, time for some meat, man can't live by bell peppers alone!"

 

[Krizzel]

"What a bunch of prissy little boys!"

Thalessa Cyan came swaggering down the corridor, large steaming wok held in both hands. Her vivid blue hair was tied back in a tail that bounced against the back of her worn black flight suit as she stalked over to the low table centered between the couches. A scowl formed beneath her raven brows, colored with a stray smudge of grease on her cheek.

"Why don't you go crying home to mommy?" Thalessa suggested as she thunked the wok down on the table rather forcefully, amid the waiting bowls and implements. "I'm sure she'll take care of all your delicate needs," she went on, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and giving Gil and Chase another scowl for good measure.

 

[Tokiwong]

"What a bunch of prissy little boys!"

Thalessa Cyan came swaggering down the corridor, large steaming wok held in both hands. Her vivid blue hair was tied back in a tail that bounced against the back of her worn black flight suit as she stalked over to the low table centered between the couches. A scowl formed beneath her raven brows, colored with a stray smudge of grease on her cheek.

"Why don't you go crying home to mommy?" Thalessa suggested as she thunked the wok down on the table rather forcefully, amid the waiting bowls and implements. "I'm sure she'll take care of all your delicate needs," she went on, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and giving Gil and Chase another scowl for good measure.

Chase winks, and laughs, "Yeah but mommy never looked so good in flight suit, so I guess there is a perk, in here somewhere," he reluctantly grabs a bowl of some food, "I guess I can suffer through another meal of beef and peppers, mmm just how I like it, heavy on the soy... blech.."

 

[Byrons_Ghost]

Vincent just shakes his head and grabs a bowl. He looks like he just got out of the shower; he's wearing some old slacks and a T- shirt.

"You guys shouldn't complain so much- too much meat's bad for you anyway." He taps his chopsticks on the table and starts to dig in.

 

[Daiymo]

"Hey, hey like no need for that, Thalessa. Just wishful thinking.I don't want to be on your bad side. " Gil takes up a large gob of peppers in his chopsticks and jams it into his mouth.

"Its good daddio, see." A large goofy grin breaks out across his face