All Hail To The TECHNO KING!

~~Disclaimer~~ I don’t own Cowboy Bebop. However, the new characters that are going to make their appearances are my creations.


Title: All Hail To The TECHNO KING!

Author: Bleeding Wings

Rating: “R” for violence, adult content, explicit language, and sexual content

Genre: Action/Adventure, Drama

Summary: Spike and the gang hit the Jackpot! The biggest bounty shows up on Big Shot, and EVERYONE wants in on it! His name is Techno King, a musical prodigy who rumor has it that he hones in special powers through the art of music itself. Is the Techno King really worth the trouble? Or is there a dark plot behind the capture of the amazing techno deejay? Read and find out!


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Walking down the dusty streets of Dark City on a cloudy late afternoon, Jake “The Rat” Rockus headed to the meeting place with four of his guards. Since he was the warlord of the Dark Venom clan, the pudgy crimelord felt it was his duty to show no mercy and no fear to anyone who stood in the clan’s way, even if it meant standing nose-to-nose with the frighteningly powerful Red Dragon Clan. Good ‘ol Jake kept the brown trench coat’s collar up and covered his face so the dust couldn’t dirty his face up.

His four guards, each armed with armor-piercing machine guns, kept extremely vigilant around the streets, expecting danger to pop out of nowhere. However, all they spotted were street bums, dirty low-class workers trying to make a living, and prostitutes hanging around the corners of the main street. What the did spot ahead of them was a man covered with a dark-brown cloak and wielding a wooden staff sitting at a Walk/Don’t Walk signal light. The cloaked man weakly got himself up using his staff and badly limped towards the Dark Venoms.

The guard closest to the crimelord drew out his weapon, but Jake halted him from doing that.

“What’s up with you, man? Let’s try not to draw any attention, okay?” Jake asked.

“Sure thing boss,” the guard responded, placing his weapon back under his trench coat. The crippled man, leaning weakly on his staff and keeping his face in the darkness, turned his attention to the leader.

“… Are you here for the parley with the Caliber Clan?” the crippled one asked, wheezing for air after finishing his sentence.

“Who the hell are you? Are you with the Calibers? If you are, then tell your boss that-“

“Actually, kind sir, I am a seer,” the crippled man said, cutting Jake Rockus off.

The very title caught Jake’s attention immediately.

“I’m here to warn you about the parley because it’s not going to happen at all. Continue on that path, and your reign as ruler of the Dark Venoms will come crashing down faster than a castle made of cards,” the cripple said.

“Hey, boss. Surely, you’re not gonna believe this guy. He could be a con-artist for all we know,” the second guard said.

“… I don’t know, Joey. My old man once said that it’s bad luck to turn down an opportunity to receive a message from a seer. I am not going to take such a chance,” Jake said, feeling a drop of sweat roll down his forehead.

“… Wise decision, Mr. Rockus. I shall call upon the Heavens to let me look through Their eyes and see what is to come.” The weak, crippled man lifted his staff over his head and aimed his staff high towards the sky with his right hand, still keeping his face in the shadows with his hood on.

“All powerful spirits of earth, wind, and fire! SHOW ME WHAT PATH THIS MAN SHALL TAKE!” Thunder rolled through the skies and lightning flashed, making it look as though Dark City was about to meet its end. Jake and his four guards looked up to the sky, frightened from the sudden change in the sky and amazed by the seer’s great powers.

The seer limped closer to the crimelord of the Dark Venoms, keeping his staff high to the sky. The harsh lightning began to simmer down, and the rolling thunder started to quiet down. After standing five feet away from Rockus, the crippled seer came to a halt.

“… I have seen what is to come, Mr. Rockus…” the seer hissed, splitting his lips into a smile. None of the Venoms noticed it.

“… What’s going to happen? What’s my future? Will I still be in power? Tell me what my future holds! PLEASE TELL ME!” Jake asked eagerly. The crippled man quickly stood upright, held his staff with both hands and smashed the end of his staff into Jake’s skull with a downward motion. The impact caused the pudgy warlord to feel a combination of pain and shock, making him bend over and holding his face. Keeping the smile, the seer swung his staff upwards and caught him in the skull again, ing ing the fat man in the air and slamming into the street with a huge thud.

None of the guards could believe what just happened. Only one second passed, and in that very second they watched their leader go down like a low-life thug. The wind blew by the face of their attacker, removing the hood from the shadowed face. The face of the man sent shivers down thspinspines. With funky black hair and an eye patch over his left eye, the young man slammed the end of his staff down to the street.

“You don’t have a future, Mr. Rockus. But my crew and I will, with that hefty -W- 35,000,000 reward on your head,” Spike said, chuckling to himself. The guard closest to Spike reached for his weapon.

“HE AIN’T NO MYSTICAL SEER! HE’S A FUCKIN’ COWBOY! KILL THATN’ SN’ SON OF A-“ Spike rammed the center of his staff into the guard’s nose, cracking his skull and sending him to dreamland. The second guard drew out his machine gun, but Spike quickly ended his momentum by smashing the second guard’s stomach with his left roundhouse kick and a vicious right spinning kick into the skull, having the guard spiral into the air and hitting the street hard.

The third guard drew out his machine gun and aimed his weapon at Spike’s head. Spike knocked the gun away with his staff and rammed his staff into the third guard’s stomach. Seeing him stunned, Spike lifted the guard off his feet with the staff and tossed him into the windshield of the closest car, shattering the shield and having him end up with only his legs sticking out of the car.

The last guard opened fire on the cowboy. The final guard laughed like crazy as he watched his gun dazzle with light out of his muzzle. Spike ran to the side and dodged the bullets with amazing speed and agility, rolled next to the guard and swept the guard’s legs with his staff. Seeing that he was knocked off balance, Spike immediately swung his staff downward and smashed the last guard into the concrete, cracking both the street and the guard’s ribs. The final guard writhed in pain and coughed out blood before he passed out.

Jake, that fat bastard, crawled weakly to the gun the last guard dropped. As he was inches away from the weapon, the staff came down on Jake’s hand with great force. Jake screamed in pain and pulled his hand back. Not showing any mercy, Spike lifted up man up to his feet with one hand and had him stare into his eye.

“Damn you, Spike Spiegel. I may be finished, but the Dark Venom will live on,” Jake announced. Spike raised a brow.

“Yeah, whatever. Just as long as I get the reward money, we’ll be swimmin’ in green,” Spike said.

“Spike, let’s make a deal. Why don’t you let me go and-“

Spike’s facial expression suddenly changed from carefree to totally fierce. The cowboy shoved Jake into the brick wall with one hand and had Jake hit it big time with his back, making Jake writhe in pain and slump into the sidewalk.

“My friends get to call me Spike. The hunted will only know me by one name: Blindside. Remember it….” When Spike brought his right boot high over Jake’s head and brought it down with great force, Jake saw nothing but darkness.


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Orbiting around Mars, the Bebop kept close tabs on their star player who decided to take down the warlord of the Dark Venoms all by himself. Jet Black sat comfortably in the cockpit, waiting for a call from Spike. Faye Valentine opened the iron door to the cockpit and burst right in.

“Hey, old man. Any word from that lunkhead yet?” Faye asked quickly.

“Not yet, Faye. Faye, this is the fifth time you asked. Spike will be fine, okay? Everything is under control,” Jet said.

“Look, I can’t help myself. Besides, we gotta get Spike back on the Bebop FAST! I got word from BIG SHOT on the biggest bounty in HISTORY!! From what I heard, the latest bounty is worth-“

Faye was cut off by Spike’s face on the screen.

“/Hey, folks. Miss me already?/” Spike asked.

“Spike! It’s about damn time you finally got in touch! What happened?” Faye asked.

“/Well, I had to lower the guards’ defenses before I could go for their leader. So what I had to do was call upon the heavens to strike fear into their hearts with thunder and lightning. To sum it up, the reward money’s ours/,” Spike said. Faye’s mouth hung wide open.

“… YOU did that?! But… but how?” Faye asked. Jet chuckled to himself.

“That’s where I came in. I launched a lightning bug into the clouds that hovered over Dark City to help create Spike’s illusion. Edward’s not the only genius, ya know?” Jet said. Faye let out a chuckle of amusement, wishing she took part.

“Hey, Spike. Are you coming on the Bebop yet?? YOU GOTTA GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE QUICK!”

“/Whoa, take it easy, Faye. What are you so worked up about?/” Spike asked.

“My question exactly. You’ve been this way for the past half hour now,” Jet said.

“I got word of our latest bounty from “BIG SHOT.” Compared to the bounty you just turned in to the cops, he’s PEANUTS compared to the new guy!”

Faye shoved her face into Spike’s screen, shoving her face into his.

“FLY YOUR ASS BACK HERE!! HURRY!!!”

“/… Okay. I’m on my way./”

… to be continued.