Tekkaman Blade II Fan Fiction ❯ Black September ❯ The stage is set ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Hardy 
The stage is set as the roit becomes something more.
Anime/Manga: Tekkaman Blade II Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.01.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 345 | Status: Completed
The stage is set as the roit becomes something more.
Anime/Manga: Tekkaman Blade II Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.01.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 345 | Status: Completed
Black September: The Stage is set
By
William Hardy Whitehead
Disclaimer: No I don't own Teknoman or Tekkaman, no I didn't come up the idea of Black September. I do believe that Fanfiction does help sell their product so please don't sue.
Notes: Sorry this took so long and is so short. There was a fight at school and some milk got poured all over my original draft. Then there was the whole terrorist thing, and then a virus hit my computer. Okay here's part two of the tale. Now things may get confusing as you read on because I'm doing things a little weird. As you noticed in the first chapter I put scenes out of order. You'll be reading parts from months ahead of September and afterwards. But I'll still try to add on part that goes through the first to the thirtieth. It may get a little confusing sorry. Also if I get any facts wrong please tell me there's very little info on Black September out there and while I have all of the Blade Two tapes I'm still working with virtually no data.
August 15th:
Eight men stood in a small warehouse filled with crates. Seven of them held primary body crystals. The seven all wore brown uniforms that id them as members of a militant Tekka group. The eighth man was short and fat. He had jet back and a large balled spot at the top of his hair. "Well gentlemen do we have a deal?" He asked the seven other men. One of them with light red hair walked towards him. He was of average height and build. The only odd thing about him was a tattoo of a sword and lace crossing each other on his hand. "Yes we have a deal." The man said as he opened a large black brief case. He opened it and revealed large stacks of 100-dollar bills. "Wow. It looks like I may be able to give you some of the better stuff. Ha Ha Ha!" The dealer laughed. He just received a look dark look. "Right." He said. The short man went over to one of the crates and opened it up. Inside was a class six hand held quantum gun designed for Sol suit use. "This is the biggest one I got. I got seven crates with ten in each. Each one is fully automatic with a built in coolant system to make sure the thing doesn't melt." "You don't have any of the class tens." "No way man they keep those locked up on the Space Ring no one can get em. I got these from the space research faculties. Besides not even a primary body can left those boys and the run of ammo like a son of a bitch." The leader of the militants put his arm over the dealer's shoulder. "Harry you've been real good to us and for that I thank you." With that he snapped the man's neck. The corpse fell to the floor with a sickening thud. "Ha! Norms are so easy to kill. Load up everything here boys."
Narrator: It was on the second day of the month that would become know as Black September that it would become apparent to the local government that the small riot would grow, but it was only by the seventh day that they realized it would be impossible to stop. Soon it would become apparent how well armed the Primary Bodies were.
A report of the 2nd day via radio by and new reporter whose cameramen had all been killed and their camera equipment stolen. This is one of the few surviving reports of the second day since most of the others were destroyed along with the city. The reporter was a male of about thirty. His name was Luke Darsin:
"The riot has continued into the dawn of a new day with little sign of it ending. Regular humans are either hiding in terror or have gone out to meet the Primary Bodies in street fights. Mobs and gangs fight each other in the streets, with the fighting seeming to have no end the mayor has call a state of emergency and sent in the police force. However it's not enough. This is madness no one cares who they kill any more. There are no words to describe the horror there's blood on the wall and on the hands of us all. I've just seen my cameraman tore apart by a Primary Body Tekkawoman. I've been shot in the leg and shoulder by a man with his pistol who thought I was a Primary Body. This is madness and has to stop. How could we have come so far with our war with the aliens only now to kill each other again? Why did this have to happen? Why?!?!? Oh God they're coming back please someone...." The rest is static.
September 7th:
Sergeant Allen Farnson was a tall thin man of about fifty with graying hair. He had brown eyes and stood like a man who had seen too much of the dark side of mankind. He and his squad moved quietly down the streets. It was mid day and they were sticking to the alley for cover. They had to hide as both normal humans and Primary Bodies shot them at. He knew that it was a hopeless situation. Things were rising too high lately. With all the protest and the assignation of one of their leaders this was bound to happen. He thought to himself as they looked at a group of rioters who had just set a grocery store on fire. "Damn." He said quietly to himself. "Something wrong sarge?" One of the officers asked. "No. Just get ready." Farnson answered. I just bought some jerky in that store less than a month ago. Farnson recalled. The group of armed officers was dressed in the gray black armor favored by the military during first war with the Venemoids. Since it had been replace by more modern armor police were now blessed with the strong armor. Farnson could make out at least nine teenage primary body Tekkamen "Hey let's get those Tekka freak." He heard one of his men say. "Stow that kinda of talk." Farnson said as he and his troops moved towards the young teen rioters. Farnson took out his zoom lens and saw that the owners of the store were dead with deep knife wounds in the woman owner's stomach and he could see that her husband had had his throat sliced open. When he laid his eyes on their young daughter and saw her bloody nude body he couldn't help but think of is own daughter. Farnson took the focus lens off the scene and scoped out the group of killers. There were five of them two were holding large liquor bottles. "Let move out." He whispered. Once he was within their hearing rage Farnson shouted, "Hands up all of you. Your all under arrest if you resist you will be shot." "What if we shoot you first pig?" A voice yelled from behind him and his squad. Farnson turned around and pointed his gun at a group of Primary Bodies who were armed with quantum energy weapons. "No." He shouted as the energy ripped through half his body.
As he lay there dying hearing the weapon fire of his men he prayed for his daughter and wife that they would be safe. It was a prayer that was not to be. For their fate would be sealed with the city and the area around it Christen and Karen Farnson would die at the hands of a mad man with a bomb. But that was to come later for this was only half way through one of the bloodiest days of this cursed month. There would be many more scenes like this played out in Prague the police force would realize that they were hopelessly out powered and the local government would make the fatal call to the military. Thus the story of Black September enters it's newest chapter and with each turn of the page comes closer to the dark end that would give birth to a darker soul.
By
William Hardy Whitehead
Disclaimer: No I don't own Teknoman or Tekkaman, no I didn't come up the idea of Black September. I do believe that Fanfiction does help sell their product so please don't sue.
Notes: Sorry this took so long and is so short. There was a fight at school and some milk got poured all over my original draft. Then there was the whole terrorist thing, and then a virus hit my computer. Okay here's part two of the tale. Now things may get confusing as you read on because I'm doing things a little weird. As you noticed in the first chapter I put scenes out of order. You'll be reading parts from months ahead of September and afterwards. But I'll still try to add on part that goes through the first to the thirtieth. It may get a little confusing sorry. Also if I get any facts wrong please tell me there's very little info on Black September out there and while I have all of the Blade Two tapes I'm still working with virtually no data.
August 15th:
Eight men stood in a small warehouse filled with crates. Seven of them held primary body crystals. The seven all wore brown uniforms that id them as members of a militant Tekka group. The eighth man was short and fat. He had jet back and a large balled spot at the top of his hair. "Well gentlemen do we have a deal?" He asked the seven other men. One of them with light red hair walked towards him. He was of average height and build. The only odd thing about him was a tattoo of a sword and lace crossing each other on his hand. "Yes we have a deal." The man said as he opened a large black brief case. He opened it and revealed large stacks of 100-dollar bills. "Wow. It looks like I may be able to give you some of the better stuff. Ha Ha Ha!" The dealer laughed. He just received a look dark look. "Right." He said. The short man went over to one of the crates and opened it up. Inside was a class six hand held quantum gun designed for Sol suit use. "This is the biggest one I got. I got seven crates with ten in each. Each one is fully automatic with a built in coolant system to make sure the thing doesn't melt." "You don't have any of the class tens." "No way man they keep those locked up on the Space Ring no one can get em. I got these from the space research faculties. Besides not even a primary body can left those boys and the run of ammo like a son of a bitch." The leader of the militants put his arm over the dealer's shoulder. "Harry you've been real good to us and for that I thank you." With that he snapped the man's neck. The corpse fell to the floor with a sickening thud. "Ha! Norms are so easy to kill. Load up everything here boys."
Narrator: It was on the second day of the month that would become know as Black September that it would become apparent to the local government that the small riot would grow, but it was only by the seventh day that they realized it would be impossible to stop. Soon it would become apparent how well armed the Primary Bodies were.
A report of the 2nd day via radio by and new reporter whose cameramen had all been killed and their camera equipment stolen. This is one of the few surviving reports of the second day since most of the others were destroyed along with the city. The reporter was a male of about thirty. His name was Luke Darsin:
"The riot has continued into the dawn of a new day with little sign of it ending. Regular humans are either hiding in terror or have gone out to meet the Primary Bodies in street fights. Mobs and gangs fight each other in the streets, with the fighting seeming to have no end the mayor has call a state of emergency and sent in the police force. However it's not enough. This is madness no one cares who they kill any more. There are no words to describe the horror there's blood on the wall and on the hands of us all. I've just seen my cameraman tore apart by a Primary Body Tekkawoman. I've been shot in the leg and shoulder by a man with his pistol who thought I was a Primary Body. This is madness and has to stop. How could we have come so far with our war with the aliens only now to kill each other again? Why did this have to happen? Why?!?!? Oh God they're coming back please someone...." The rest is static.
September 7th:
Sergeant Allen Farnson was a tall thin man of about fifty with graying hair. He had brown eyes and stood like a man who had seen too much of the dark side of mankind. He and his squad moved quietly down the streets. It was mid day and they were sticking to the alley for cover. They had to hide as both normal humans and Primary Bodies shot them at. He knew that it was a hopeless situation. Things were rising too high lately. With all the protest and the assignation of one of their leaders this was bound to happen. He thought to himself as they looked at a group of rioters who had just set a grocery store on fire. "Damn." He said quietly to himself. "Something wrong sarge?" One of the officers asked. "No. Just get ready." Farnson answered. I just bought some jerky in that store less than a month ago. Farnson recalled. The group of armed officers was dressed in the gray black armor favored by the military during first war with the Venemoids. Since it had been replace by more modern armor police were now blessed with the strong armor. Farnson could make out at least nine teenage primary body Tekkamen "Hey let's get those Tekka freak." He heard one of his men say. "Stow that kinda of talk." Farnson said as he and his troops moved towards the young teen rioters. Farnson took out his zoom lens and saw that the owners of the store were dead with deep knife wounds in the woman owner's stomach and he could see that her husband had had his throat sliced open. When he laid his eyes on their young daughter and saw her bloody nude body he couldn't help but think of is own daughter. Farnson took the focus lens off the scene and scoped out the group of killers. There were five of them two were holding large liquor bottles. "Let move out." He whispered. Once he was within their hearing rage Farnson shouted, "Hands up all of you. Your all under arrest if you resist you will be shot." "What if we shoot you first pig?" A voice yelled from behind him and his squad. Farnson turned around and pointed his gun at a group of Primary Bodies who were armed with quantum energy weapons. "No." He shouted as the energy ripped through half his body.
As he lay there dying hearing the weapon fire of his men he prayed for his daughter and wife that they would be safe. It was a prayer that was not to be. For their fate would be sealed with the city and the area around it Christen and Karen Farnson would die at the hands of a mad man with a bomb. But that was to come later for this was only half way through one of the bloodiest days of this cursed month. There would be many more scenes like this played out in Prague the police force would realize that they were hopelessly out powered and the local government would make the fatal call to the military. Thus the story of Black September enters it's newest chapter and with each turn of the page comes closer to the dark end that would give birth to a darker soul.