Listen to My Song!
Califf, Jennifer (jcaliff@nsai-petro.com)
Wed, 9 Jun 1999 13:30:00 -0500
In a dim basement room beneath a flower shop on Phezzan, four handsome
young men sat around a large video screen and watched a transmission
from a man who hid himself in shadows.
"Gentlemen of Weiß, I announce a new mission. The target is this man,
Adrian Rubinsky," said the man's voice as an image of the bald-headed
landesherr of Phezzan appeared on the screen. "He has been constantly
manipulating the war between the Free Planets Alliance and the Empire
all for his own purposes. As both direct and indirect consequences of
his actions, this man has the blood of millions of citizens of both the
Empire and Alliance on his hands. White hunters of darkness, hunt the
future of this black beast!" The video screen went black and the four
guys looked at each other.
"This mission is very important," came a voice from the back of the
room. The four turned to see Dominic San Piel, an attractive woman with
long red hair and a seductive voice, sipping a glass of champagne. "It
could determine the future of the human race."
Elsewhere on Phezzan, Rupert Kesselink, Rubinsky's aide, closed his
notebook computer.
"At last, I'll have my revenge!! MUWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!"
Maniacal laughter reverberated loudly as he savored the thought of
waving to Rubinsky's decapitated head. Just then there was a pounding
knock at the door as irate voices shouted obsenities.
"HEY!! You almost done in there!?! We've got a line of people out
here!!"
"Yeah, what the hell are you doing in there!?! You've been in there for
half an hour already!!"
"All right, all right! Keep your pants on!!" Kesselink yelled back as
he fumbled in the darkness.
"Shit! There's no paper!" he cursed out loud as the knocking and
yelling outside intensified.
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Listen to My Song! (Chapter 3a, A sequel to Legend of Galactic Pokemon
and Flight of the Valkyries, all of which will eventually be available
on my webpage. If you need previous chapters, ask and I'll send them to
you)
By Jennifer Califf
"BASARA!!" yelled an agitated young female voice.
Nekki Basara sat in the hanger next to his valkyrie. He either didn't
hear or ignored the girl, while continuing to strum his guitar and sing
to himself. The cute, teenage girl with bright pink hair stood in front
of him with her hands on her hips. She tapped her foot impatiently, but
Basara continued to ignore her. In a final act of desperation, she
grabbed the neck of his guitar. THAT got his attention.
"Hey Mylene! What are you doing!" he asked angrily, jerking the
instrument away from her.
"Basara, you're late!" the girl, Mylene, shot back. "Why didn't you
come to practice?"
"I don't need to practice," he returned and plucked a few notes on his
guitar.
"Dr. Chiba wanted us to try out his new sound boosters. Besides,"
Mylene continued, "how are we supposed to sing as a group unless we
practice as a group? We're not just Fire Bomber now, we're Sound Force!
We have a responsibility to the fleet and to the Alliance!"
"No, our responsibility is to sing with our hearts! You'll never
understand." Basara looked away from Mylene and began strumming his
guitar again.
"Basara! You. . . ARRGGH!" Mylene stomped her feet as it became
apparent that Basara wasn't going to continue the conversation. Giving
up, Mylene headed toward the dining hall.
The first thing Mylene noticed upon entering the dining hall was that
several young pilots were gathered around a console. She instantly
recognized the music being emitted and rushed over to get a better look.
"I'm telling you man, they've got to be gay," insisted one pilot, the
orange haired Oliver Poplan, an infamous ladies' man.
"Not necessarily," countered his good friend Ivan Konev, a young pilot
with blonde hair and a generally quiet demeanor.
"Isn't that Weiß Kreuz, the famous idol group?" Mylene asked, straining
to see over the taller pilots who hadn't noticed that she'd joined them.
"Oh, Mylene! I didn't know you were there," Poplan said surprisedly,
moving so she could view the screen. On it, four handsome young men
were performing a concert that was being transmitted from somewhere on
Phezzan. Mylene squealed.
"Eeeek! They're SO cute! Omi, Aya, Yoji, Ken. How can I choose!! I
want them all!" Mylene almost hugged the video screen, "I wish we'd
enlisted them for Sound Force!"
"Oh, for Pete's sake," Poplan sighed.
"Mylene, you don't even know anything about them," Konev said, smiling.
"For all we know, they could be secret assasins who distribute vigilante
justice under the guise of working at a flower shop."
"Konev, I think you need to lay off the mystery novels for a while and
go back to doing crossword puzzles," Poplan laughed. Mylene and the
other pilots joined the laughter, but their amusement was short-lived as
emergency alarms began to sound.
"The enemy fleet has returned!" someone shouted, and everyone rushed to
get to their stations, anxiously awaiting the coming battle.
Yang Wenli, the leader of the Alliance fleet that had so recently won a
deciding battle against the Empire, sat on a table and absentmindedly
twirled his beret on his finger. His adjutant, Fredericka Greenhill,
stood to his side holding her clipboard. She waited, unwilling to
interrupt his thoughts. Finally he grabbed his hat in his hand and
looked at her.
"It's strange," he said, thinking aloud, "why would they come back so
soon?"
"Could it be that they've found a way to insulate themselves from Sound
Force?" she asked.
"I can't imagine that they've had time to develop that kind of
technology already. They'd have to restructure their entire
communications system on every ship in their fleet. No, they must have
some other plan," Yang reasoned, "and that man, Reinhart von Lohengram,
wouldn't engage in a battle without a very good plan."
"So what will we do?" asked Fredericka.
"We'll continue with our own plans until we find out what he's planning,
and then I'll plan a way to counter whatever plans he's planning to use.
At least, that's my plan for now," Yang said, grinning a little.
"So in other words . . ." Fredericka started.
"I have no idea," finished Yang.
"That doesn't exactly inspire hope," she replied.
To be concluded!
Author's note: Okay, I know Weiß don't actually sing in the context of
the anime series, but I thought it would make a nice touch. And since
this is my fanfic, I decided that they get to sing. So there. :-P
Chapter 3 is turning out a little longer than I expected, so I decided
to go ahead and post part a. Part b probably wont be finished until
tomorrow or Friday. Bomber!
Jennifer
jcaliff@nsai-petro.com http://www.topher.net/~jcaliff/iserlohn.htm
Broken mirror, a million shades of light
The old echo fades away
But just you and I can find the answer and then
We can run to the end of the world
-"Small of Two Pieces" lyrics by Masato Kato, end theme of Xenogears
