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Hype. Buzz. Tension. Anticipation.
A wise man once said, "Better than the deed, better than the memory, the moment....of anticipation."
I'm sitting in my seat waiting to see Spiderman as I write this, and the excitement in the air is palpable. These people cannot wait to see this movie, and neither can I. This is the best time of all, when you think of all the wonderful possibilities that could be on the screen in just a few more minutes. When we were in line, I was reminded of the Cosplay at Project A-kon. I remember hanging out with Brad DeMoss for three hours a few years ago, and it was one of the best times I'd ever had. Then in later years, we'd wait in line even longer to guarantee good seats. In most situations, you'd be bored waiting in line for several hours, but at a convention, the difference is astounding. Emotions are high, people are having a good time, chatting with their friends, ready to experience the show.
Yes, at the convention, you will often find yourself waiting, whether in line, or in your seats. But don't think of it as down time to be antisocial and withdraw into your personal space and be bored. Take some time to meet the person next to you. He or she might be a member of the Uni-Force (inside joke). Enjoy the anticipation, because that is the best moment of all.
Excuse me--my movie's starting....
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Waiii, I'm back! I wasn't here last month, 'cause I had school, but now I'm on summer vacation, and the thing that I'm reviewing takes place over a school vacation, too, except it's winter break, not summer break. I watched the Cardcaptor Sakura movie, and so that's what I'm going to tell you all about!
So, anyhow, Sakura goes to a stationery store to buy a notebook, and ends up winning a trip to Hong Kong. Wow, I wish that kind of stuff happened to me when *I* buy school supplies! Still, it wasn't entirely by accident. So she, Kero-chan (the Clow Card Guardian), and Tomoyo (her friend with a videocamera), and Toya (her big brother), and Yukito (her crush) all end up going to Hong Kong, which just-so-happens to be where Shaolin and Meilin live. So everyone meets up and they have an adventure with this one freaky woman named Madoushi who's been haunting Sakura's dreams.
So since it was just a movie, I couldn't tell much about the plot past that without going into spoiler territory. I was pretty disappointed, though, that Yue (a spoiler character) and Ruby Moon (another spoiler character) and Spinel Sun (another spoiler character) didn't get to make it into the movie. Poo, poo, poo. It would have been a perfect place for them to crop up, especially given the fact that Hong Kong is Clow Reed's (spoiler character!) old stomping grounds! Heck, I would have liked it if Yukito and Toya had more screentime. Or even Li. Or Li's Mom was pretty cool, too. But most of the movie was dedicated to Sakura, of course, with generous helpings of Tomoyo and Kero-chan.
The visuals were pretty nice, of course, but the standards for the Cardcaptor Sakura TV series is also up there, given that it's old-school cel animated, as opposed to the digital ink and paint we're getting spoiled with. The Japanese cast was really cool, although Tomoyo's wispy high-pitched voice takes some getting used to. Yukito is voiced by Megumi Ogata, and you certainly can't go wrong with *her*… *drool*… too bad they didn't give her more lines… Yukito… *drool some more*
I was watching the widescreen uncut DVD version, which came with a cool mini-pencilboard.
I said I wouldn't talk about it but recently I saw the straw that broke the camel's back: Sentai in a written work of Rumiko Takahashi. Will the madness never end??
Okay, enough of a visit to the otaku (shudder) portion of my mind. Sentai is the term used for a group of heros or villains with similarly themed costumes, powers, and sometimes names. Of course everyone here knows about the evil Saban brought in and foisted upon American culture known as Power Rangers (kill it, kill it, kill it nowwww)over a decade ago. As funny as the various Ben Dunn rip offs of them are (Zetamen anyone) it can be annoying in anime to start bringing in a string of one or two shot antagonists each episode or to start a group villain series for filler episodes in-between points in the plot. For arguments sake I'll try to briefly list a few -- TV only (with one exception).
I would love to go on to Shishi-oh's men, but I haven't seen that far into Kenshin. I also don't want to spoil the Shichinin-tai; besides, I've only read summaries of that part of the Inuyasha manga (which hasn't been animated yet -- well, that part, anyway). True there are many stand-alone sentai anime -- Sailor Moon and Gatchaman to name two -- but when injecting into a non-Sentai series, you just know it's filling till the next big plot point.
I only have one good thing to say here -- thank you for not bringing in dorky, individually-colored gestalt combiners....oh no! I jinxed the industry....damn it all to hell, and damn Saban for bringing this accursed genre / industry to America. It still haunts us after almost a decade and a half with its infernal spinoffs...make it stop...make it stop.
This was also the year we made Brad DeMoss famous by voting for "Steam" in the fan music video contest, or was it the interview we got with him when he won? An of course, the major highlight of the Kon was when Steve Bennett said that we rock!
This was also the year that I started buying anime keychains to wear in my hair. It turns out I started a bit of a trend, because the next day, I saw a few other people doing the same thing. Steve Bennett also officially says, "Anime Heretics rock!"
While I was in the room sleeping it off, Throkda & the rest of the gang get into the celebrity party in the Ultra Lounge. He got lots of neat interviews & celebrity endorsements. The last day of the Kon, the Anime Heretics, along with other club founders / presidents, took over the fan club panel, because whomever was supposed to host it didn't show up. So Throkda took it over. As we were leaving the panel, we got a very hung-over Steve Bennett to give us one more endorsement.
I got to have a special sneak peek into Kon Ops when Doc Fraga had to tend to my ankle. Problems at the dance, the case of the missing potted plant, & Kon crashers were just a few of the problems the staff was dealing with when I was in there. The last day of the Kon was a panel on how to promote your fan club, which Throkda was always looking for new ideas on. It turns out it was directed toward COLLEGE clubs. When the guy found out we were independent & that we heckled, he pretty much ignored us for the rest of the panel, even though we made up 2/3 of the audience! [and we've been thriving for over 5 years! -- ed.] Bummer. We left the Kon, came home, and had a party by showing off all the neat goodies we got in the dealer room.
A-kon has its ups and downs, but I have a good time every year, and as long as they hold it every year, I'll be back again and again.
Glossary of Commonly Encountered Words and Phrases
1. be too young or too old for your level of intelligence.
2. be able to spout diagnoses or psychobabble clearly and with a straight face.
3. be able to explain why your crazy-ass solution (or someone else's) worked, but not why it was between 19 and 28 minutes into the episode before anyone thought about it.
4. be able to put on a lab coat properly.
Contrast with PROFESSOR
Additional information on the nature of love can be gleaned from the tremendous number of popular music songs on the subject. Quite a number of the musicians take drugs, which muddies the waters further.
Got no love for politicians or that crazy scene in DC--it's just a power mad town. But the time is ripe for changes, there's a growing feeling that taking a chance on a new kind of vision is due.
I used to trust the media to tell me the truth, tell us the truth--but now I see the payoffs everywhere I look. Who do you trust when everyone's a crook? There's a revolution calling you, gotta make a change, gotta push it on through.
I'm tired of all this bullshit they keep selling me on TV 'bout a Communist plan, and all those shady preachers begging for my cash. Swiss bank accounts while giving their secretaries the slam. THEY'RE all in Penthouse now, or Playboy Magazine, million dollar stories to sell. I guess Warhol wasn't wrong, fame 15 minutes long--everyone's using everybody, making the sell.
I used to think that only America's way was right, but now the Holy Dollar rules everybody's lives--gotta make a million, doesn't matter who dies! There's a revolution calling you, gotta make a change, gotta push it on through.
Some authorities also assert that a vagina can be stimulated during sexual congress so as to produce one or multiple orgasms. This has never been verified in a laboratory setting. Any anthropologists or folklorists with reports of coital ecstacy are asked to contact this lexicographer with at least two peer-reviewed sources and accompanying line diagrams.
Lastly--and perhaps the ultimate proof of divine humor--the vagina is used as a conduit for urine. Anyone who finds the idea of a man's penis funny hasn't seen anything until they've seen a woman trying to make water in the great outdoors. (see PENIS)
You didn't really think I'd omit one letter, did you?
Hotwire continued the trend by interviewing fellow author, Strike Fiss.
VITAL INFORMATION
Name: Strike Fiss
Fics written: Sailor Moon: Alternate Reality, Seven Knights -- Evangelion: Shinji the Casanova, Higher Learning, Holding Hands -- Ramna 1/2: Mistletoe, Eggnog and Secrets
Webpage: http://www.studioshinnyo.com/
Email: strikef@bigfoot.com
Q: could you tell us about your callsign, for those unfamiliar with the tale?
Ahh yes, the infamous Fiss name. Well, it started when I was really young, grandfather would call me "Friss". Like many other nicknames in my family, it was eventually shortened. (The tale on how 'Hooze' got her name is even longer). The Strike part is from me and my buddy Maury playing an old copy of F-15E Strike Eagle too much and making up crazy call-signs. By the time I was publishing, it was far too late to turn back. :P I'm sure it will haunt me far into the future.
Q: when did you first start working on Alternate Reality?
Early 1990's. I don't have an exact date, as the published stuff was about the second or third draft...not even mentioning the current re-write-attempt that I'm still trying to get done. Also, a lot of the details for the Fiss character and a few other things were actually part of an old, never-to-be-published Samurai Pizza Cat fanfic.
Q: you've mentioned that you have been writing fanfiction before you knew what fanfiction was, what brought about the decision to post your stories?
At the time, there were two kinds of fanfiction. 1) Legendary, meaning the stuff that even now, many readers and authors aspire each story to be. This was a great inspiration, much in the same way an impressionable mind can watch Ninja Turtles and then decide to get into karate. Scary, but it sometimes can be used for good, instead of evil. And, #2 was the fact that most of the stuff of the time sucked. A LOT. And I knew, even though I hadn't done it before, that I could easily write better. So...holding my breath, I fired off AR 1 to the Luna and Artemis Archive, and awaited the response.
Q: did the Self Insertion aspect of AR turn off many early readers?
I imagine it did, though I suppose those people would never take the time to yell at me about it, so I'm not certain. However, the general comments I get are in the range of "I normally hate S.I., but this was actually okay..." or other forgiving comments like that. Luckily, I hit at a good time, when the whole fanfic thing was needing more stories, and by the time AR got popular, the Self Insertion stuff was nicely hidden behind a decent plot and a not-so-me character.
Q: any favourite flames?
Not many, believe it or not. Out of the several thousand emails, most only complain in passing about my spelling. ^_^ Or my grammar. Or whatever. However, the most passionate flames came from people who were determined to let me know that Tuxedo Mask was destined for Sailor Moon...not to Hooze. *laughs*
Q: why do you think so many Self Insertion fics fall flat, while Omoi has managed to not only retain, but collect a growing audience?
It's like any story...just Self Insertion gives the author too much power. Most think that their ultimate fantasy will make a wonderful novel. Absolute power corrupts abso...well, you get what I mean. The key is to remind yourself that you want to ADD to the story, not take over, kill all the bad-guys, and have sex with all the cute members of the opposite sex. Give the story a great plot, and make your character like any other character. Sometimes, I realize my characters have too much power...but it's always balanced, and I try to take it away when it's necessary. All my characters have just as many inner dragons to slay as the ones they use swords, fire, and flashy lights to slay outside their heads.
For example: A few people complained about the whole Angel thing, especially giving Fiss the powers. However, the only reason I did that was (okay, it was cool, and helps explain all them kooky Angel-Wings in anime) because Angels are not chock-full of limitless power. Some may think he's gotten more, spookier powers, but really, he's a little kid who has just been told he can't run around with his sword unchecked anymore. He's dangerous, he's the enemies of many, and he's not nearly the 'perfect good-guy' he thought he was in early AR. Despite how many times I might want to slice the bad-guy in half in real life, when I look back at the story, I love the way it turned out. You can still have plenty of fun, even within a REAL story. Woo! Spooky wings!
Q: several characters in Omoi are based on real people, how much input do they have on their avatars actions?
I usually give them 95% control in the 'character design' process. After all, it's them. They know them best. ^_^ However, depending on what I have planned...be it a cameo or someone like SkitZ who became a huge part...I usually have a set idea planned, and that extra 5% is all mine, baby! Whahaha! Friends and family, of course, can say the word, and I'll take out their names and modify the characters in a moment. I always check with the person if I plan on making any major changes...for example, Hooze getting pregnant in the story. She only had to say that it was crap, and it would have been vetoed. However, people I hate are stuck as my bitches. *grins*
Q: does it ever get confusing talking about the Strike Fiss in SM Omoi when he has the same first name as yourself?
Nope. Oddly enough. I think it's a bit spooky how well I deal with multiple personalities. However, the voices in my head say that it's perfectly natural. Hehe. Seriously, though, I'm sure it freaks out other people a lot more.
Q: at what point did you realize that AR was becoming a hit?
Two things, about at the same time. After a year, I looked back, saw my web page counter, and my old Inbox. That was quite a shock to me. The other thing was a young lady e-mailed me up, asking if she could use my stories in an English assignment. I figured I did something right. ^_^
Q: have you ever considered reworking the story and ideas behind Omoi for actual publication?
It would be much too difficult. Lots of copyrights stepped on, lots of characters that would probably not make it to the final cut, and, of course, the sheer volume of inside jokes and pop- culture references would drive me nuts if I had to edit them all out. ^_^ However, I do plan original fiction in the near future, and it will be based on the Omoi universe...just far enough into the future that it doesn't have these problems, and not so far ahead that it would be selling out and forsaking my early stuff. I love what has come of it so far, and I think I can use it to make a wonderful base to build on.
Q: how much flack have you gotten from hard core Otaku about using the English names for the Senshi?
Plenty, however, none so harsh as my own mind as I wince over the earlier stuff. ^_^
Q: is the switching of the outer scouts' names from the Japanese to the English names a permanent thing, or will they be switched back as the revised versions reach AR10?
I'm trying to switch them back as much as I can. Luckily, so far, it's been easy. Now that Sailor Moon is more of a cult-status thing instead of a show only a few kids watched on the weekend, my original reason for including the Americanized names is irrelevant. People know that Usagi is Sailor Moon, now.
Q: if someone actually had the free time to go back and switch all the Senshi's English names back to Japanese would you switch over permanently?
My wonderful girlfriend is helping with the final re-edit, but the biggest thing is that it would be no more hard than the general re-read and fix up. Just putting in "Usagi" where Word finds "Serena" will not fix the problem 100%. Hopefully, it will be put to rest in a very acceptable state. Even if all the names are not changed back, I want to at least do it for the Outer Scouts.
Q: the name of your webpage implies far reaching goals for Omoi; how long do you think the series will run?
The series, as a SM Fanfic, is planned out for two more 'series'. That means at least another 10 stories of larger size and better complexity. However, it may indeed double, doing another 20 stories to add to the archive. Time will tell.
Q: is Maury really afraid of Penguins IRL?
Yes...well, rather, he hates them. I honestly don't know why...the 'truck driving' dream was just made up, because he refuses to tell me why he hates them...and says he will only tell me on his deathbed. ^_^
Q: which of your Evangelion fics was written first?
Shinji the Casanova, of course. ^_^ Finished before I saw any Eva after the 3rd episode.
Q: Higher Learning was a rather long running fic, and in the Tako award speech you mentioned it had become tedious at times to write, did you ever consider giving up?
A few times. Despite what more...hard-core...fans may think, pestering the author about finishing a story will only cause him or her to take longer and possibly put a seed of doubt in their minds. Supporting an author and bugging the hell out of them are two very distinct things, and many people don't realize when they've crossed the line. However, luckily, I'm an evil bastard, and would not give up the chance to see everyone's faces as Higher Learning does scary things to their brains for all the tea in china. ^_^
Q: your Eva stories are pretty much focused on the relationship between Asuka and Shinji, have you ever considered a Rei/Shinji story?
Yes, however, I tend to have the PERSONAL OPINION (read: I'm not knocking anyone else's take on it) that if Rei and Shinji were to be intimate, it would be too much like incest for my liking. I may be a hentai, but I try to limit myself to the warm, gooey, and wonderful sides of perversion. *laughs* A more accurate reason, however, is explained in how I do not write many romance-scenes involving my sister, Hooze. I mean, I'm not one of those brothers that refuses to think of their sister as a perfectly capable female-entity, rather, I don't think it would be very tasteful for me to write her imaginary sex life. ^_^ Asuka and Shinji are decidedly NOT related, and it is easier to dive in and write about a relationship than it would be for the slightly awkward parts of a Shinji-Rei scene.
Q: out of all your stories, what was your favourite single scene or sequence of scenes to write?
Uhhh...mm....too many to think of, though I tried to narrow it down to a few. I might have better luck thinking of "Best battle" or "best drama" that kind of thing. One of the scenes that sticks out in my mind, however, is the scene in SK-7 where the Dave/Hooze/Rei team is trying to escape from the City of Fiss through the wall. The desperation and exhausting effort I tried to portray in the scene came out well. (though it might just be from my POV. ^_^)
Q: any favourite in-jokes you'd like to share?
My friends and I collect in-jokes like a giant, megawatt electromagnet. ^_^ However, I suppose old-school fans might enjoy the Artemis reference in SK-1, where Rei is helping Fiss out with not-being-stinky-and-scabby in the shower, gets in, and replies to his comment about her trying to seduce him with: "Oh come on, Chris..." Rei laughed. "I mean, it's not like you're a cat or anything."
Q: any plans for expanding your 'Shinji ain't a bitch' page?
Finishing it up is on the agenda, but actually getting to it is blocked by a huge ball of things to do. ^_^
Q: what was the early reaction to the 'go ahead, bitch... I dare you' manafissto like?
*grins like a Cheshire Cat* Perfect. A lot of people took it at face-value...and reacted with horror, shock, amazement, and a variety of other things that I still revel in sometimes. ^_^ I wanted to try to screw with people's heads, and it went wonderfully. I'm not really malicious like that...and I never pretended that it was true. However, it was nice to see that I could pull it off...and put an extra, hidden meaning in that month's Manifesto. "Don't believe everything you read..."
Q: when will we get to hear your rant on the depressing scarcity of Jolt Cola in the last year or so?
Oh, sorry about that. The Jolt-Cola shortage is caused by my house. ^_^ (I'm not kidding, either...the local suppliers can't keep up!)
Q: what are your top ten favorite fanfics?
Errr...uhm....Top Ten, eh? *thinks* It's been a while, but I'll see if I can give a few I still have as my top-picks. NO particular order, of course. I like all of these. Generally, these fics are not the best...brightest...most perfect out there. They are ones that changed the way I look at the series, life, or reality in general...hence why I love them so much. ^_^
X-FILES FANFICTION:
1) Dawson E. Rambo's "Pop tarts and Secrets", for teaching me that you can create anything you want...not just 'another story' when you write.
2) Dawson E. Rambo's "Sixty", for showing me the value of pain in a story...and opening my eyes to a world I have been, thusly, fortunate enough not to see in person yet.
3) Dawson E. Rambo's "In Vino Veratis", for showing me the value of Jack Daniels, and getting drunk. *laughs*
SAILOR MOON FANFICTION:
4) Troy "Silver" Stanton's "Sailor Moon V" series. The first really good attempt at a long SM fic I saw, and the inspiration I needed to write AR.
EVANGELION FANFICTION:
5) Lara Bartram and Ammadeau's "Role Playing", an enlightening look at the characters in Eva, especially across the generations, and hilarious to boot. ^_^
6) Lara Bartram and Ammadeau's "Snapshots", the pre-Eva history of Gendo and Yui...wonderful stuff. I'd say Higher Learning is basically inspired by this style and the style of...
7) Ranka's "The One I Love Is", of course, the main influence for my getting into Eva fiction. Not because it sucked, that's for damn sure. ^_^ Rather, I loved the way he re-worked the series without going overboard.
OTHER FANFICTION:
8) Ryan Mathews' "The Lovely Angels Forever", simply brilliant rendition of the Dirty Pair Universe. I can see Adam Warren's version, while it is my favorite, leaning quickly towards this fic if left unchecked. ^_^ Scary.
9) Ryan Mathews' "The Ballad of Lord Robin", another great story in the Dirty Pair world...closely followed on the heels by "Big Bang", but I felt that this story was a bit more refined, though I loved both. ^_^
10) This spot is open. ^_^ Any authors out there...Impress me!
Q: what kind of uberspooky Fiss-flavored goodness can we look forward to in the future?
Well, the next two years or so will be my proving ground. If I am to take to the pen as a professional, I will know by the end of this time...probably when Sailor Moon Omoi is done, and I have been able to do the rest of my Eva stuff.
As for hints, inside glimpses and the like? I will only say one thing:
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*runs around in a circle*
Hehehe. Just kidding. One word is too small of a thing to sum it up, but keep in mind the Omoi theme. I plan to touch on everything and anything. Bad, good, life, death. More dreams, and better nightmares. Eventually, I want to wage war on reality, but I must train first. ^_^ Therefore, I shall simply say that, if you like my stuff so far, I'm sure you'll at least not mind wasting the time to read my future bits.
-Strike Fiss, EOF.
The solution to last month's Anime No-No's can be found here.
Last Month's Line:
I CAN'T DIE NOW! I HAVE A DATE WITH TURKISH TWINS! — SHINESMAN MOSS GREEN
A print-friendly version of the puzzle can be found here.
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DESTRUCTION
Planet Vegeta.
Inside a high-tech facility, two older Saiyans monitored the loud crying of a tiny Saiyan boy in a holding tank. The child was sitting up on his own and screaming at the top of his lungs, and the two older Saiyan men were amazed. One of them was an old, white-haired man, balding on top and with a bushy white beard, full and long. The other man was a bit younger, his hair not quite white nor balding but graying, and he was clean-shaven. One of them opened the tank up so that the child's crying would not be muffled by his containment, and they both recoiled from the volume of the baby's screams. The boy had the traditional wild, black hair all Saiyans are known for, and he had dark, intelligent eyes as he almost glared at his keepers with a look that made them nervous.
"My goodness, Hoshi!" the younger of the two men exclaimed as he winced and grimaced in an effort to endure the child's high-decibel tirade. "That's quite a loud baby!"
"That's Shuji's newborn son Koji," the older Saiyan replied as he too did his best to endure the child's wailing. "He was born just this morning, and he's already sitting up on his own! Those are the lungs of a mighty warrior-to-be! You'd best keep your eyes on this one! He'll be quite the fighter when he is older!"
"Shuji's son, eh?" the younger Saiyan responded as he took a more discerning glance at the crying boy for a few seconds before continuing. "Hmmm. I probably wouldn't doubt it. After all, Shuji is a cousin to King Vegeta as well as being one of the toughest of our elite warriors. He doesn't allow himself to be given easy jobs just because he's related to King Vegeta. He demands the toughest assignments and delivers with the smallest team. I don't see how he does it and lives. His wife Echiko is quite a fighter in her own right, I understand."
"Yes, she is," the older Saiyan declared, stroking his great white beard with his hand as he closed the child's holding tank. "She's a member of Shuji's team. That's where they first met, and that's why they're married now. This boy's going to be a great warrior with the genes of two great fighters like his parents coming together to give birth to him!"
A door across the room slid open, and the sound of that happening drew the attention of the two keepers. Coming through the door was a tall, attractive Saiyan woman, wearing a loose-fitting gown. Her long, black locks hung down over her shoulders, braided like an Earth Viking's. Her face was beaming with pride as she approached the place where the baby was crying. Her stride was steady and controlled, and she carried herself with grace and poise, just a hint of her fighting prowess showing.
"Echiko!" the younger of the two keepers remarked with some concern as he noted the young woman's approach. "You just gave birth to your son just four hours ago! You should be in bed resting!"
"Nonsense!" she gently rebuked as she came to a stop in front of her son's holding tank. "My son calls out for his mother, so I am here."
Echiko opened the tank, and the boy turned his attention to his mother, still crying but now reaching up for her.
"Echiko!" the older man responded with concern. "Be careful that the child doesn't hurt you! He's quite powerful - even at his age!"
"Hush, little Koji," she said in a calm but stern voice, not answering the child's gestured desire to be held. "You will be a mighty warrior when you get older. I've seen the reports on you, my son. You have great power already, and you will only grow stronger over time. Forgive me for not smothering you with affection and physical contact. You must be properly molded into the mighty warrior you will become. If we cater to your cries and overindulge in our affections for you, you will grow soft and lazy. What we must do, we do for your own good."
With those words said, she closed the holding tank again and turned her back on the child, thoroughly confusing him. A tear streamed down Echiko's face as she walked away, brought on by Koji's renewed crying at the sight of his mother walking away from him.
Planet Avia.
The sounds and fury of battle covered the landscape in the dark of night! Giant apes with tails, dressed in battle armor, were laying waste to their enemies under the full moon! These giant apes smashed buildings with their bludgeoning fists and fired energy blasts from their mouths at their enemies as they scattered in the streets below them! Their enemies were humanoid in shape and approximately human-sized, but they possessed physical characteristics of avian life forms!
The bird-like humanoids responded to their attackers by vainly firing energy blasts back at the Saiyans in their Oozaru (giant ape) forms! Some of the bird-like people flew into the air to circle the Saiyan's and pepper them with energy attacks from above! They fought hard and valliantly, but the giant were-ape forms of the Saiyans were just too tough for them to cause harm to!
The horrible realization of the inevitability of their demise slowly began weighing down on their spirits as they soon recognized the futility of their resistance! The power of the Saiyans was too great for them to stand against, but this was their home, and they would not be chased from their homes, hounded across the planet, and eradicated like petty insects or vermin! This was their only stand, and they steeled their resolve despite the growing nauseous feeling in the pits of their stomachs! They knew the score, but they were not about to give up without a fight!
The fighting continued through the night and almost until the dawn of the new morning. When the new day arrived and the sun rose in the morning sky, the civilization was utterly destroyed. All of the buildings were demolished, and the rubble of the ruins filled the streets along with the corpses of the vallient defenders. The destruction was more like the end result of a nuclear strike rather than an assault from a few fighters comprising an elite battle team. Not far from the devastation was a small makeshift camp, and the four Saiyans, dressed like the giant apes who ravaged the city and once more in their normal forms, relaxed and enjoyed a meal. They all had scouters on their faces now.
There was one great hulking brute of a man with a small patch of black hair on top of his head and a thick goatee on his battle-scarred face. His attire consisted of a sleeveless tunic covered with an armored chestpiece, biker-length shorts, boots, and thick metal wristbands.
There was a young female fighter with shoulder-length black hair tied in a braided ponytail, and she would be quite pretty if it wasn't for the fact that she was adorned with dirt and soot and bore a few battle scars of her own. Her outfit consisted of a more feminine version of the hulking brute's outfit, with bracelets instead of wristbands and a bandana tied in her hair like a ribbon to waft in the wind.
One of the remaining two was a "pretty boy" with a clean-shaven, handsome face, his black hair groomed as well as it could be considering his circumstances. He was significantly smaller than the first male, and his attire was similar with the exception of having long skintight pantalons instead of biker-length shorts and leather fingerless gloves that reached all the way up to his elbows instead of wristbands like his brutish teammate.
The final member of the four-Saiyan team was a ruggedly handsome man with wild black hair and a good many battle scars of his own, and his attire was a long-sleeved tunic, long skintight pantalons, the same sort of boots that the others wore, white gloves on his hands instead of wristbands or the like, and a majestic cape wafting in the wind.
The caped fighter stood in their midst, one foot on a rock and one arm propped up on his knee as he ate his food with the other hand. The "pretty boy" fighter sat on the ground leaning back against a tree broken, snapped down by force, eating his food. The mammoth bruiser sat cross-legged nearby, completely focused on eating his food, and even the act of eating seemed to more resemble the style of some sort of bear-like animal than a big man. The female fighter leaned back against another broken tree and only managed to eat a bit more refinedly than her male companions.
"Hey, Shuji!" the lone female of the group called out to the fighter wearing the cape, getting his partial attention as he was still at least half-consumed with his passion for the meal he was eating.
"What is it, Akemi?" the somewhat focused and grim warrior inquired almost impatiently but not quite rudely.
"So, how's the kid doing?" she asked curiously. "Have you named it yet, and when is Echiko going to be back? I can't talk about female things with you three!"
"The child is doing well," Shuji answered with a slight grin of amusement on his face, resisting the urge to chuckle for a few moments. "It's a boy, and his name is Koji. Echiko will be returning to the fold soon, then you can talk about ... female things."
The three males chuckled almost in unison at the last comment, and Akemi just smiled as she shook her head at their teasing.
"So, Haruki," the least scarred of the three males addressed the huge warrior. "I wonder where we'll be sent to next?"
"Don't matter," the brute answered, not even lifting his head up from his eating to make eye contact with his teammates. "We'll smash the place, kick the weaklin' geeks who live there into the next dimension, 'n' make a bundle as usual. Don't sweat it, pretty boy. I'll be there to keep ya safe just like I always do!"
"Hey, I can handle myself, Haruki," the teased fighter retorted with a grin at his hulking friend. "It's just that it's hard to enjoy any sort of a social life if you never get a break from the work."
"Haruki is only interested in battle and feeding," Shuji interjected, getting the other fighter's attention. "I can understand your longing for a little relaxing and socializing though, Hamada. The lure of pleasure can be strong - even for a warrior such as myself. Between being with my wife and the hereditary love of battle we Saiyans are filled with, it is almost a maddening effort to balance both aspects of my life to my liking."
Shuji allowed a subtle smile to cross his lips before he looked off into the distance as if in deep thought. As the giant Haruki maintained his absolute focus on eating, having never looked up once from his feeding to make eye contact with anyone or look at anything else but his food, Hamada and Akemi looked at Shuji and then at each other before smiling pleasantly.
"Now hurry up and finish your food," Shuji spoke almost solemnly, marking the moment with his authoritative demeanor. "We've wasted enough time on this dump of a planet."
Shuji discarded the nonedible remains of his food with indifference and disinterest before walking a distance away from his team. Haruki continued with his feeding, maintaining the same level of focus as before. Hamada and Akemi watched Shuji walk off for a time, and then they once more looked into each other's eyes and smiled almost knowingly. With his back to his team, Shuji stared off into the sky, his eyes reflective of his wandering thoughts of Echiko and his newborn son, the son who's birth he was unable to witness for having to subdue another planet.
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