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Written by Rebel Scum
Written by Rebel Scum
Big Band soars through the skies of New Meridian with Peacock hanging on for dear life on his shoulders.
Ay, cool it on the jets, Big Ben! I think I’m gonna hurl…
No can do. We still have no idea where the next Skullgirl is! We need to be fast if we’re ever gonna catch a clue.
That doesn’t mean we have to be the flash ‘ere!
Ay boss, I think I see the contact down there!
Avery points to the underbelly of the bridge. Upon further inspection, Ibuki can be seen sitting under the archway.
Time to make an entrance! Hold on tight, Peacock!
Peacock squeezes harder around Big Band’s brace as launches himself towards the bridge.
WOAH! Watch where ya goin’! You tryna give us whiplash or somethin’?
Ibuki looks up in awe at the duo and stands up to wave them over.
HEEEEEEY GUYS! I’M DOWN HERE!
Clear the way! We’re coming down!
Ibuki nods before taking cover behind one of the bridge’s support beams. Big Band lowers his speed and altitude enough so that he can make a safe landing.
Remind me never to take a flight on Big Band Airlines ever again. The turbulence was terrible, and there wasn’t even any snacks!
Now’s not the time for chit-chat. Do you have the information?
I uh, have the information you requested, but I was told that in order to get the rest of it you’re gonna have to get a bit further into bracket…
W-what? Is this some sorta game to your boss?! Hurry up and give us the full picture or else your cruisin’ for a bruisin’!
Now’s not the time for threats, Peacock. I doubt she even knows the whole story herself, just a pawn in the grand scheme of things.
H-hey! I’m right here, you know!
I assume your boss wants us to participate in this little game of yours, and in order to get our cooperation he’s holding our intel hostage?
Well believe me, it wasn’t my idea!
Your boss is serious, ain’t he? Don’t he realize what’s at stake ‘ere?!
No, I think he does, actually. I just don’t think he’s the type of person who cares, sadly…
Sounds like yer boss is askin’ for a beatdown! Ay blowhard, let’s say we teach this guy a lesson after we win this thing, eh?
I dunno about that one. This man sounds pretty powerful from what we know of ‘em already. Let’s not take our chances, at least until we know what he’s capable of.
(This conversation is getting serious fast! Let me see if I can change the subject...)
Pardon my interruption, but is it true?
Is what true…?
That your whole body is an instrument!
Big Band sighs before revealing a multitude of different instruments protruding from his coat.
WOW! That’s so cool! With a body like that, I’m sure you’ll go far!
For everyone in New Meridian’s sake, I hope that’s true…
Well, catch ya later, toots! Tell your boss we’ll be there, and we’re gonna kick his ass!
Peacock hops back on Big Band’s back, blasting off into the night sky once again.
I’ll just… omit that last part!
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