Reunion: Bubblegum Crisis 2041
By Imaj
Chapter 1
Linna walked into the house. She was living with her parents again. She had returned home after being rescued from that island in the middle of nowhere. Nene had stayed in America, and Linna had heard from her only on occasion since then. Priss went back to Tokyo, and remained there while it was rebuilt. Linna hadn't communicated with her since she called, and Leon answered. He made it very clear that Priss had come back to him, and she should just stay out of Priss' life while she gets everything together. Sylia had completely lost contact, never responding to Linna's e-mails. It had been over a year since the Galatea incident. The world was basically Boomer free, and all was going well. Right?
"Oh Linna! Your home, dinner is ready." Her mom announced as she passed by the kitchen.
"Thanks mom. Um I'm sorry I've already eaten though." Linna said kindly.
"You sure dear? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Linna said it as if it wasn't even a possibility that something could be wrong.
"Did you find a job yet Linna?" Her father hollered out from the dinning room.
"No, Not yet." Linna yelled back, and then to her mom "I'm sorry I'm very tired mom, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Of course, goodnight dear"
Linna continued into her room. She flopped down onto her bed, and stared at her ceiling. What am I doing? Why can't I get over it all? It was over a year ago.... She sat up, and put her head in her hands. Maybe I just need closure. She lowered her hands and opened the top drawer of her burro. She pulled out a picture of Priss from one of her gigs back in the day. Her vision blurred, and she hugged the piece of paper. A single tear streamed down her cheek.
As quickly a she had lapsed into her sadness she snapped out of it. Wiping the tears away with one hand she used the other to put the picture back. She stood up and began paced the room to regain her composure which was so easily torn down by a photograph. She reassured herself.
"If she had wanted me around she would have called. If she cared, she would have done something. It's over, it's all in the past, and there's nothing I could have possibly done."
"Where the hell were you?" Priss greeted Leon as he came into their apartment, "You got off at five, and it's almost nine!"
"Hey, lay off would you?" Leon grabbed Priss and pulled her up to him, "I had a tough day out there." He hugged her lovingly, and she reluctantly hugged him back. As she hugged him she could swear she caught a whiff of perfume, confirming her suspicions. She pulled away from him and returned to her spot on the couch, where she had been before she heard his keys in the door. She changed the channel and let the TV hypnotized out any negative thought she might have.
Leon hovered for a moment, then went into the kitchen to poor himself a drink. He came back out to see Priss staring blankly at the Television still, as she did to much recently. She had returned to him, and they fell further in love. They'd been living together ever since she had come back to him, and times like now drove him nuts. He assumed she had been sitting home all day waiting for him to come home and every minute that passed where he wasn't here she became suspicious, and angry. He deserved nether of these emotions, but he knew that's what he was up against. He sat down next to her.
"Did you find something to do today?" Leon asked casually trying to snap her out of her bad mood. He was usually quite good at doing so too.
"Sure. I went and practiced with the guys." She sighed, "I totally sucked. The lyrics aren't any good at all."
"Ah, I'm sure it wasn't that bad" He smiled, "After all anything you sing would have to sound good."
"Mmmm. Right" She passed off his complement.
"Still want to know where I was?" He took a gulp of his drink.
"Not particularly" She said this, like everything else, without even looking at him.
"Hmm... " He pondered this response, She was more off the hook today than usual. "You think I'm cheating on you, I can tell."Now Priss looked at him, then glared, "What's that suppose to mean?"
"Look, I know I have to smell like that pretty little girl I carried over to the ambulance. There was a big incident tonight, I was on my way home then I got a call. A crazy bastard took this teenage girl hostage; he was threatening to kill her if he didn't get something or other. He kept us back for over an hour, and then I decided to take him out. I shot him, but he shot the girl before he went down. She's in critical condition now." He gave her a loving smirk, "Priss, I love you."
Priss' expression softened, "Well, I know you're not clever enough to make something like that up..."
"Hey! I could to!" He defended.
Priss turned off the TV and hugged him. He kissed her, and she returned it, then looked away, obviously bothered by something.
"What is it?" Leon questioned.
"I've been really bored, or lonely, or you know... whatever. " She tried to express this horrible feeling eating her alive to someone, someone she could trust. She hoped saying it would make her feel better.
"I'm sorry I have to work so much, the job of a cop is full time, you know. I don't know how I'd live without it though. What about your band?"
"I miss fighting Leon. I miss Linna, and Nene. Sylia too sometimes. It seems so strange to not have that there. Them there. We were all connected because of those damn hard suits. And... now... "
"Why don't you try and find Nene or something?" He said, "I'm sure that wouldn't be too hard."
"I have Linna's number somewhere, I just have to find it."
"But uh, remember, Linna didn't want to get involved with us. And there is still us, Priss." Leon nervously jumped to fend Linna off. He knew Linna had some infatuation with Priss, and couldn't forget how Nene made their relationship sound. The love of his life was not going to leave him for some girl.
"I still don't get why she'd say that Leon. It's not like she was a jealous type... competitive maybe." She paused, making Leon all the more uncomfortable with his fib, "But that's what makes it so strange, if she actually had a crush on me it would be more like her to compete with you rather than just walk away..."
"Maybe you don't know her as well as you think you do. She never called back after we got serious."
"She called once, but that was when we were just moving in."
"That's what I mean." Leon let his nervousness show through in his voice. This was exactly why he could never actually cheat on Priss. He had never been a very good liar.
"Leon... you didn't not give me a message...?"
"I might have forgotten to mention it."
"Mention what?!"
"Linna called one time after that, but that's it!"
"LEON!" Priss jumped up and almost tripped over the coffee table, infuriated she slapped him, "What did she say?"
"God damn it Priss!" Leon stood up to face her, "She didn't say more than 'Hi is Priss there?', Okay? And you weren't!"
"ARRRGH!" Priss stormed over to the door, grabbing her leather jacket.
"Where you going?!" Leon questioned."OUT." She slammed the door behind her.
"Argh" Leon growled before he topped off his drink. "It's not like she couldn't of called back..."
"I can't believe this. It's been nearly a month..." Sylia looked over her search results, "And still, nothing."The computer beeped as she turned it off and spun around. "Nothing."
"Mistress Sylia, I'm sure you'll find him." Henderson bowed before he offered her the tray he was carrying. On the tray was her normal Vodka and aspirin serving. She took it from Henderson.
They were staying in her cottage in Europe. It had been her, Nigel, Maki and Henderson, but weeks ago Nigel disappeared while he was out. He never returned, and never called. Sylia was determined to find him, if for nothing but to tell him how much of a jerk he was for leaving. So far, her search had brought her nothing. As the days passed she became more and more worried. She slammed her fist down on the desk and them let out a sob.
Maki watched her from the hallway. He wished there was something more he could do. Nigel meant a lot to him too, and Sylia was falling apart. Nigel had helped save him, along with Galatea. When Galatea decided to be no more she freed Maki to return to his body in full. Nigel helped repair the injuries his body had suffered. Now Maki was almost as complete as he had been before the Galatea incident. Nene was never found, and a part of him felt lost forever without her. Now Nigel had disappeared into thin air, and Sylia was as distant as ever. Things were not going well at all.
"Sylia..." Maki cooed as he approached her. Her first reaction was to stop crying, and freeze in place hunched over the desk. Maki laid a hand on her shoulder, "We are going to find him. I wont give up."
"Of course not Maki, " Sylia said very calm and quietly, "He never gave up on us."
Maki watched solemnly as Sylia rose and looking like royalty she glided out of the room. He looked at the blank computer screen, knowing that it had to be the key to finding Nigel.
Nene stretched out her arms at her little workstation. She yawned, as the day had been very long, and very boring. She was working in America, as a Special Agent in an extremely undercover group that was buried deeply in the NSA. She wore a black uniform with a black beret. Patches and pins showed how amazing she had become through this agency. She was one of America's best in hacking, and programming, and she wasn't even American.
The American Navy had stumbled across her and Linna on that deserted Island, and Nene had found great interest in Naval intelligence. She found a friend in the Captain on board, as she was able to speak English fluently due to the AP Police requirements. Once in America she went through several high-ranking officials before one actually requested her on his team. That's where she was now, to almost all of the rest of the world, dead.
It was time for her to clock out, so she clicked on her e-mail for one last glance for work waiting to keep her here. She sure enough had a message, though it wasn't for her. She read it anyway, it was an open to all message. It spoke of a new test soon to be run related to the Japanese...boomer... technology. Americans had never really been interested in boomer technology, why would they want it now? Nene instantly went into hacking the main database for any information relevant. Sure enough, Americans had deals with Genom so long ago to gain boomers for military use only. After the Galatea incident, and the fear of boomers in the American people they scraped the whole thing. Now, they believed they could perfect the technology and use it without the American public's knowledge.
"Oh no..." Nene whispered to herself, "I have to tell the others..."
She began a search for the members of the organizations that had fallen apart so long ago, the Knight Sabers. Priss was easy enough; she had an apartment in Tokyo with Leon-poo. She had contacted Linna several months ago, just to see if she was doing okay, so she had Linna's information. Sylia would be the only difficulty...
To be continued....
By Imaj
Chapter 1
Linna walked into the house. She was living with her parents again. She had returned home after being rescued from that island in the middle of nowhere. Nene had stayed in America, and Linna had heard from her only on occasion since then. Priss went back to Tokyo, and remained there while it was rebuilt. Linna hadn't communicated with her since she called, and Leon answered. He made it very clear that Priss had come back to him, and she should just stay out of Priss' life while she gets everything together. Sylia had completely lost contact, never responding to Linna's e-mails. It had been over a year since the Galatea incident. The world was basically Boomer free, and all was going well. Right?
"Oh Linna! Your home, dinner is ready." Her mom announced as she passed by the kitchen.
"Thanks mom. Um I'm sorry I've already eaten though." Linna said kindly.
"You sure dear? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Linna said it as if it wasn't even a possibility that something could be wrong.
"Did you find a job yet Linna?" Her father hollered out from the dinning room.
"No, Not yet." Linna yelled back, and then to her mom "I'm sorry I'm very tired mom, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Of course, goodnight dear"
Linna continued into her room. She flopped down onto her bed, and stared at her ceiling. What am I doing? Why can't I get over it all? It was over a year ago.... She sat up, and put her head in her hands. Maybe I just need closure. She lowered her hands and opened the top drawer of her burro. She pulled out a picture of Priss from one of her gigs back in the day. Her vision blurred, and she hugged the piece of paper. A single tear streamed down her cheek.
As quickly a she had lapsed into her sadness she snapped out of it. Wiping the tears away with one hand she used the other to put the picture back. She stood up and began paced the room to regain her composure which was so easily torn down by a photograph. She reassured herself.
"If she had wanted me around she would have called. If she cared, she would have done something. It's over, it's all in the past, and there's nothing I could have possibly done."
"Where the hell were you?" Priss greeted Leon as he came into their apartment, "You got off at five, and it's almost nine!"
"Hey, lay off would you?" Leon grabbed Priss and pulled her up to him, "I had a tough day out there." He hugged her lovingly, and she reluctantly hugged him back. As she hugged him she could swear she caught a whiff of perfume, confirming her suspicions. She pulled away from him and returned to her spot on the couch, where she had been before she heard his keys in the door. She changed the channel and let the TV hypnotized out any negative thought she might have.
Leon hovered for a moment, then went into the kitchen to poor himself a drink. He came back out to see Priss staring blankly at the Television still, as she did to much recently. She had returned to him, and they fell further in love. They'd been living together ever since she had come back to him, and times like now drove him nuts. He assumed she had been sitting home all day waiting for him to come home and every minute that passed where he wasn't here she became suspicious, and angry. He deserved nether of these emotions, but he knew that's what he was up against. He sat down next to her.
"Did you find something to do today?" Leon asked casually trying to snap her out of her bad mood. He was usually quite good at doing so too.
"Sure. I went and practiced with the guys." She sighed, "I totally sucked. The lyrics aren't any good at all."
"Ah, I'm sure it wasn't that bad" He smiled, "After all anything you sing would have to sound good."
"Mmmm. Right" She passed off his complement.
"Still want to know where I was?" He took a gulp of his drink.
"Not particularly" She said this, like everything else, without even looking at him.
"Hmm... " He pondered this response, She was more off the hook today than usual. "You think I'm cheating on you, I can tell."Now Priss looked at him, then glared, "What's that suppose to mean?"
"Look, I know I have to smell like that pretty little girl I carried over to the ambulance. There was a big incident tonight, I was on my way home then I got a call. A crazy bastard took this teenage girl hostage; he was threatening to kill her if he didn't get something or other. He kept us back for over an hour, and then I decided to take him out. I shot him, but he shot the girl before he went down. She's in critical condition now." He gave her a loving smirk, "Priss, I love you."
Priss' expression softened, "Well, I know you're not clever enough to make something like that up..."
"Hey! I could to!" He defended.
Priss turned off the TV and hugged him. He kissed her, and she returned it, then looked away, obviously bothered by something.
"What is it?" Leon questioned.
"I've been really bored, or lonely, or you know... whatever. " She tried to express this horrible feeling eating her alive to someone, someone she could trust. She hoped saying it would make her feel better.
"I'm sorry I have to work so much, the job of a cop is full time, you know. I don't know how I'd live without it though. What about your band?"
"I miss fighting Leon. I miss Linna, and Nene. Sylia too sometimes. It seems so strange to not have that there. Them there. We were all connected because of those damn hard suits. And... now... "
"Why don't you try and find Nene or something?" He said, "I'm sure that wouldn't be too hard."
"I have Linna's number somewhere, I just have to find it."
"But uh, remember, Linna didn't want to get involved with us. And there is still us, Priss." Leon nervously jumped to fend Linna off. He knew Linna had some infatuation with Priss, and couldn't forget how Nene made their relationship sound. The love of his life was not going to leave him for some girl.
"I still don't get why she'd say that Leon. It's not like she was a jealous type... competitive maybe." She paused, making Leon all the more uncomfortable with his fib, "But that's what makes it so strange, if she actually had a crush on me it would be more like her to compete with you rather than just walk away..."
"Maybe you don't know her as well as you think you do. She never called back after we got serious."
"She called once, but that was when we were just moving in."
"That's what I mean." Leon let his nervousness show through in his voice. This was exactly why he could never actually cheat on Priss. He had never been a very good liar.
"Leon... you didn't not give me a message...?"
"I might have forgotten to mention it."
"Mention what?!"
"Linna called one time after that, but that's it!"
"LEON!" Priss jumped up and almost tripped over the coffee table, infuriated she slapped him, "What did she say?"
"God damn it Priss!" Leon stood up to face her, "She didn't say more than 'Hi is Priss there?', Okay? And you weren't!"
"ARRRGH!" Priss stormed over to the door, grabbing her leather jacket.
"Where you going?!" Leon questioned."OUT." She slammed the door behind her.
"Argh" Leon growled before he topped off his drink. "It's not like she couldn't of called back..."
"I can't believe this. It's been nearly a month..." Sylia looked over her search results, "And still, nothing."The computer beeped as she turned it off and spun around. "Nothing."
"Mistress Sylia, I'm sure you'll find him." Henderson bowed before he offered her the tray he was carrying. On the tray was her normal Vodka and aspirin serving. She took it from Henderson.
They were staying in her cottage in Europe. It had been her, Nigel, Maki and Henderson, but weeks ago Nigel disappeared while he was out. He never returned, and never called. Sylia was determined to find him, if for nothing but to tell him how much of a jerk he was for leaving. So far, her search had brought her nothing. As the days passed she became more and more worried. She slammed her fist down on the desk and them let out a sob.
Maki watched her from the hallway. He wished there was something more he could do. Nigel meant a lot to him too, and Sylia was falling apart. Nigel had helped save him, along with Galatea. When Galatea decided to be no more she freed Maki to return to his body in full. Nigel helped repair the injuries his body had suffered. Now Maki was almost as complete as he had been before the Galatea incident. Nene was never found, and a part of him felt lost forever without her. Now Nigel had disappeared into thin air, and Sylia was as distant as ever. Things were not going well at all.
"Sylia..." Maki cooed as he approached her. Her first reaction was to stop crying, and freeze in place hunched over the desk. Maki laid a hand on her shoulder, "We are going to find him. I wont give up."
"Of course not Maki, " Sylia said very calm and quietly, "He never gave up on us."
Maki watched solemnly as Sylia rose and looking like royalty she glided out of the room. He looked at the blank computer screen, knowing that it had to be the key to finding Nigel.
Nene stretched out her arms at her little workstation. She yawned, as the day had been very long, and very boring. She was working in America, as a Special Agent in an extremely undercover group that was buried deeply in the NSA. She wore a black uniform with a black beret. Patches and pins showed how amazing she had become through this agency. She was one of America's best in hacking, and programming, and she wasn't even American.
The American Navy had stumbled across her and Linna on that deserted Island, and Nene had found great interest in Naval intelligence. She found a friend in the Captain on board, as she was able to speak English fluently due to the AP Police requirements. Once in America she went through several high-ranking officials before one actually requested her on his team. That's where she was now, to almost all of the rest of the world, dead.
It was time for her to clock out, so she clicked on her e-mail for one last glance for work waiting to keep her here. She sure enough had a message, though it wasn't for her. She read it anyway, it was an open to all message. It spoke of a new test soon to be run related to the Japanese...boomer... technology. Americans had never really been interested in boomer technology, why would they want it now? Nene instantly went into hacking the main database for any information relevant. Sure enough, Americans had deals with Genom so long ago to gain boomers for military use only. After the Galatea incident, and the fear of boomers in the American people they scraped the whole thing. Now, they believed they could perfect the technology and use it without the American public's knowledge.
"Oh no..." Nene whispered to herself, "I have to tell the others..."
She began a search for the members of the organizations that had fallen apart so long ago, the Knight Sabers. Priss was easy enough; she had an apartment in Tokyo with Leon-poo. She had contacted Linna several months ago, just to see if she was doing okay, so she had Linna's information. Sylia would be the only difficulty...
To be continued....