Galactic Cyclone Bryger 21.ass (DOWNLOAD SUBTITLES)
Evil laughter echoes in the shadow of the night sky's twinkling stars,
burdening the universe with the tears of people crying from world to world!
Call Galactic Cyclone Bryger - they will arrive in a second!
GALACTIC CYCLONE
BRYGER
J9, merciless J9, even the outlaws
from the asteroid belt tremble before you, J9 Cosmorangers!
Dash through the void of space!
Bry-Thunder! Bry-Thunder!
Fly through the endless light-years, the glimmer of stars!
Bry-Star!
Spreading plasma---
The-the-the Mark of the Wolf!
He-he-he is...
Galactic Cyclone... Galactic Cyclone...
Bryger!
Bryger!
Bryger!
What's going on here, my gun maniac Kid?
Why would you be jamming on that guitar, huh?
See what I tell you about people who don't get music?
Yeah! And he was just getting into it, too. Musicians are delicate, you know?
Musician? Who?
He's talking about Kid.
Yay.
No, wait, really... sure, Kid carries a guitar case, but...
it would be for hiding guns! Actually playing the guitar?
What are you talking about? Kid was in a band along with Ronnie Page, of the Radars!
You mean the Radars, the famous band?
Yeah! They're getting back together after 4 years to play in a charity concert for space refugees.
They say the ticket sales are over 260 million bollars!
That's right. Pretty cool of this boy band to make donations for the poor people in space, don't you think?
No, I mean, it's the first time I heard that Kid was part of this boy band.
Jumping to conclusions again, my good Bowie.
True. Kid played with Ronnie when they were amateurs.
But the guitar Ronnie uses now was built by Kid.
The famous double neck, the Stratomaster?
That's right. This guitar's sister.
Double Neck Vow
Well, well, the four-year blank can hardly be felt.
Thrilling guitar play. It reached through my chest.
Thank you. But entrance is forbidden here to unauthorized people.
- What? - Just wait.
It seems we have disturbed the musicians' delicate hearts. My apologies.
What are you doing?
This man is Tony Bolonte, young prince of the Omega Connection, one of Earth's four great Connections!
To the point. The proceeds of this concert will be around 260 million bollars.
You will hold on to them temporarily, then hand them over to a representative of the Space Alliance, correct?
We would like to take that money, instead of the Space Alliance.
Don't mess with us!
Bastard!
Stop!
Burns!
That's enough, he is a valuable money source. It won't do if he can't play.
- Even though their music is awful. - What?
Here, have him back!
What do you want?
Let's make a deal. A fair one.
What deal? We're not going to use money for poor people in some deal!
Is that so? Take a good, long look at that video disc, and consider your choices.
I'll come to pick up the money after the concert is over.
Make as much stupid noise as you want, fools.
I didn't think even you would come to the concert, Isaac.
True, true. What's the deal, Isaac?
It's OK, isn't it? Even he must want to listen and headbang to rock like a young person. Right?
"Young", he says!
What? What's funny?
- Well... - Don't you "well" me, little lady.
We're in the prime of our youth. Right, guys?
- Of course. Right? - Obviously.
- Yay! - Yay!
There. That guitar is Ronnie's double neck!
Isn't it, Kid?
Yeah, that's Ronnie's sound.
But this sounds a bit off...
Hey, Ronnie.
Jotaro!
- Yay! - Yay!
It's been too long! How're you doing?
Fine, yeah.
Ronnie, is something wrong?
Uh--- nothing. Nothing, nothing at all.
Ronnie!
This is my heart. It won't lie, it can't lie.
It's telling me to help you.
Jotaro...!
Look at this.
Allow me to explain the deal, Radars.
After the concert is over, you will hand over all the money you earn to me.
And as a token of my appreciation, Ronnie, I will let your sister Sherry go.
Help! Let me out of here! Brother!
Brother!
Cliched as the line may be, don't even think of calling the police.
If you do, Ronnie, your sister will be shot as a capsule to the end of space.
I expect a good concert from you, gentlemen.
Dammit!
There it is.
Bastard can't get away with it!
Kid, let's ask Mr. Isaac and the gang and save his sister!
Stop! If you fail, my sister's life...
I know, Ronnie.
Don't worry. Nothing will happen to her.
She's your only sister. I won't let her die.
Dammit... Kid, what should I do? What should I do?
Please, Isaac!
- What's wrong, Kid? - You look awful.
Guys, too. I only have a hundred thousand bollars here, I promise I'll get you the rest of the money later.
I'm asking you too.
I only have this, though...
Alright. Take that in.
If you want to help your friend, I won't say no.
Alright!
Ronnie, I will save Sherry.
I swear. I swear on your double neck guitar!
I understand. Looks like the prodigal son of the Omega Connection is playing with fire.
Man, what a punk.
Let's grab him and give him a good spanking.
Mei, call Poncho and tell him to gather all information on Tony Bolonte as fast as possible.
- Yes! - Thanks.
We'll analyze the video and locate his hideout.
- OK! - OK!
Tony!
A transmission from your father! He seemed angry, Tony!
Enough.
Tony, what in the world are you doing?
What? Nothing in particular.
So why is J9 tracking you down?
J9?
They're a team of strong mercenaries that use a robot called Bryger, they call them "the shadow police."
Tony, if you have the time to play with those runts,
- ...you should try being more like your brothers--- - Stop that!
My brothers are my brothers, and I am me! I did this for the Connection's sake---
Don't you dare raise your voice! Why don't you do something useful to the Connection for a change?
You soft, stupid, useless boy!
Whatever. As long as you don't embarass me, the boss of the Omega Connection...
Why hello there, pardon the intrusion, yes.
W-who the hell are you?
I am Pancho Poncho and my business is helping people, see?
How is finding out a secret frequency then barging into a transmission helping anyone?
Well, sorry about that! See, a gentleman asked me to locate your secret lair, Mr. Bolonte.
J9?
Wow, you knew about them? News do fly fast, don't they.
To tell you the truth, there's little money involved in this job.
So let's have a talk, see? I could help you out here real good, for just some, say, 5 million bollars?
Better than getting done in by J9, see?
Right? Right? Right?
Forget it! I have no money for gutter rats like you!
Gutter rat? You're calling me a gutter rat!? Now I'm mad!
Tony Bolonte, J9 are going to kick your butt real soon! You better say your prayers!
- What? - Just wait for them!
What was that, Tony? What just happened?
Nothing at all. I just have some unwelcome guests soon, so I should prepare the fireworks for them.
Let me go! Let me out of here! You promised you would let me out of here when you had the money!
That won't happen.
Blame your foolish brother, that wouldn't give up the money like a nice boy.
Wait! Don't shoot me off to space!
Bowie, go!
I see it! There!
That rocket...
Welcome to my sea house.
So you are Tony Bolonte!
The very same! But see, the girl you were here to save, Sherry,
has just been shot into an orbit around Earth by my order!
Say what?
And this is an explosive device for the girl's capsule!
You coward!
Well, foolish boys! Why don't you play with me, until the superstar concert is over?
Let's go!
Bry-Synchron Maximum!
Damn! If we can't strike back, he can do whatever he wants!
Bowie, dodge! We have to buy time!
Watch out!
You won't escape!
Look, there it is!
Kid, time to counterattack!
Kid!
What are you doing? Don't you care what happens to Sherry?
Shut up! Push the button if you have the guts!
How dare you! I'll show you your own foolishness!
We did it, sis!
Yes! Guess the electromagnetic interference barrier is up and safe!
Alright, now it's our turn!
I come bearing presents, see?
- Kid, the Bry-Cannon! - OK!
- W-what's that? - No one cares! I'll take them down!
Thanks for today! Yay!
This last song is for a dear friend of mine and his comrades, with all my heart.
All the proceeds of this concert will go to poor people in space.
It's all thanks to you!
J9, merciless J9, even the outlaws
from the asteroid belt tremble before you, J9 Cosmorangers!
Dash through the void of space!
Bry-Thunder! Bry-Thunder!
Fly through the endless light-years, the glimmer of stars!
Bry-Star!
Spreading plasma---
The-the-the Mark of the Wolf!
He-he-he is...
With warm friendship behind the chest, the double neck roars.
On the flowing, stylish phrases, hearts tremble with nostalgia.
Wanderers of the galaxy, J9 Cosmorangers - call them and they will arrive in a second!
With no tears to cry
People say I'm a cold guy
Blaster Kid, Blaster Kid
There is no tomorrow for a shooting star
Today I turn my back on the setting sun again
And I march on, on, forever
Assassination Order: Nubia
On a space store he didn't want to go to, Bowie is smitten by a beautiful girl he meets there!
Learning the cause behind her tears, he goes to save his brother, who is in Nubia's assassin group!
With no right way to return to, a stand is made, with honor on the line!
Next time, on Galactic Cyclone Bryger -
call it and it will arrive in a second!