This fic is partially a rip-off/companion piece to "Shock" on Mediaminer and a rehashing of all the musical numbers that were supposed to go in my old "Happy Feet" fanfiction with only the lightest hinting of a plot... right now, anyway. Disclaimer: I don't own anything but me and whatever characters don't appear on the show.
SUMMARY: Kibaomaru funds and Charon the Sabercat organizes a benefit concert for the reunification of Ark, and asks the Gundam Force to help.
The situation: Ark is in a state of anarchy. Not the bad kind of anarchy, per se, but a state where the people would rather give each other angry looks and overcharge them for trade goods than get along. Kibaomaru couldn't do much; his public image was a bit tarnished what with the Dark Axis invasion and all. He needed something, anything, to make him look good in the public eye.
He thought about what he had. Charisma? Worked on a small scale, but he had a tendency to get nervous talking to large groups. And when he got nervous, he got violent. Several nobusshi had received concussions through his "pep talks". Ability? Oh, he had tons of that, but it didn't do him any good if he didn't have respect. Respect? Still nothing.
But money... oh-ho-ho, did he have money. Sadly, though, money didn't buy respect, bravery with crowds, or anything more than food and flash.
But then again... flash bought respect.
Captain's projector flash on without warning, and Charon the Sabercat appeared in front of the Gundam Force from a nondescript grassy field(wherever she was, it seemed to have a surplus of Zakos wandering around in the background). She waved to the Gundams. "Howdy, guys."
"Hi, Charon!" Shute shouted. Zero, Bakunetsumaru, and Rele rushed to Captain side and simultaneously said their various hellos. "Why are you calling us?"
"You guys are gonna freak out," Charon squealed in excitement. A small rat peeked out from behind her neck; it was Charon's newest pet. "Kibaomaru's throwing a Woodstock!"
Silence.
Charon's enthusiasm dissipated. "Oh yeah, you guys don't knowwhataWoodstockis. Kibaomaru payed me to organize a great big gettogether. There are gonna be people from all over Ark coming to just camp out for a few days. There'll be, like, food and t-shirts and live music and, uh..." Charon scratched the back of her neck. "Probably loose chicks, because there always are.
"Butanyway, the point is I need you guys to be the live music, or at least find me someone else to be."
"I can ask my Dad's band to play," Shute guessed.
Captain nodded. "Guneagle is experimenting with a musical group as well"
Baku and Zero chuckled.
"Going through that phase, is he?" Zero sighed. "Oh, the times me and my comrades spent together. It actually was a decent band..." His happy voice subsided into an embarassed sweat. "Until Rock hit me over the head with my mandolin..."
"So are- Gygax!" Charon reached behind her neck and readjusted her rat (he was running down her back). "Bad rat. You guys in?"
Shute shrugged. "Okay!"
Captain nodded. "Affirmative."
Zero puffed himself up. "Gladly, m'lady."
Baku scratched his head. "I can't sing."
Captain looked confused. "You sing more often than any of us."
"That doesn't mean I can sing good"
The Winged Knight nearly fell out of the sky. "The word is well!" Charon reached to turn of the screen. "I'll e-mail you guys the backstage passes."
A real short intro. Waiting for feedback. Laterness.