Disclaimer!

I own everything! Here and everywhere! Including you! Into perpetuity forever and ever!
And all adjacent analogue parallel dimensions!

Ok, I'm kidding, I don't own Wild Arms or Ranma, and I'm broke, so don't sue my ass.

The air however does belong to me, so if you sue me, I'ma charge you retroactively for
breathing MY air! Retroactive by the last thousand years, including all direct ancestors. Znert!

About the Story:
I get lots of ideas for scenes I can't think of how to join.
This story has no real plot, really won't be goin anywhere in particular, and may end
at anytime.
Just felt like writing something, I love Wild Arms and there aren't many
Wild Arms/Ranma crossovers (I've only seen two or three before).

If anyone wants to take this particular idea and make a story with a plot, go nuts.
Just lemme know so I can read it too!

Good evening. I'm Alistair Cooke. Tonight, Masterpiece Theatre presents... wait... wrong channel.

*krsshk*

The battle was over and the Wanderers had moved on further into Ka Dingel, assuming he was dead.
Well you know what they say about the word assume, "it make an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'".
Still, mistaking him for dead was the kind of mistake he could definitely get behind.
He wasn't planning on wasting or correcting them on it by showing up again and assaulting them further.

The shadow copy of him they had fought had all his abilities and they'd stomped it into the floor.
Challenging opponents that could kill you was more Boomerang or Berserk's mental malfunction.
They were warriors, muscleheads, with all the posturing and deficiencies thereof.
He was a scientist! A magician! It just behooved him not to be stupid like that.

Still it was his mission to stop them. With his failure he couldn't exactly show his face,
or Zeikfried might just express some displeasure in ways that would be detrimental to his health.
A healthy Alhazad was a happy Alhazad. And Alhazad likes being happy.

Of course that was in the instance Zeikfried didn't get himself offed. That outcome was up in
the air as far as he could see. Should old Zeik win and his plan come to fruition, all the lovely
human test subjects he had access to in this world would be dust in the wind. Not something he was
eager to see happen, but Zeik had a very large spear as his argument for human erradication. Yeah.
While he could experiment on demons just as easily, humans provided wonderful contrasting data
of another intelligent species to play with.

The other possible outcome, Zeik gets boned like Bubba's new cellmate on prison prom night.
While less dangerous, it left the Wanderers that had beaten his clone out and about. That was bad.
He had to continue his experiments, it was his passion, his reason. That would start rumors.
Rumors were also bad. Worse a single sighting of himself would spread and bring them Wanderers out
gunning for him again. And again. And sooner or later they'd wise up to the clone bit.
That was bad too!

The best outcome would be if both sides killed each other off, with 'I'm taking you with me's and
'we'll die to protect's abounding. Also a possibility. A happy one for him, but the numbers said that
was only a 33% chance. He wasn't a gambler. Worse, the Wandering irritants had allies. Even if they
died, and he continued his experiments, the allies would find out and send attacks his way.
Averages said sooner or later, after a massive waste of attacking guinea pigs, they'd find others
who would be able to kill him too and he'd be back to the point of if this group had survived.

While that was true of anywhere, those allies being in place and well protected, would move up the
usual timetable of such things, to where it was more than inconvenience. Setting up and moving labs was
necessary but a pain, and they had to last long enough to be worth the time spent bothering. Having his
experiments interrupted too soon by plucky 'heroes' was not worth the time investment.

So, if the current locale was more trouble then it was worth, that left finding somewhere completely
new. The best option was dimensional travel. He knew it was possible since the Elw had disappeared
1000 years ago. While initially a difficult prospect when he first learned of it, he didn't waste most
of HIS time hugging trees, nor was he impeded by those pesky morals. His research proceeded at a markedly
faster rate. Add in the Elw left artifacts littered all over the world, the Elw Teleportation Pyramids,
not to mention that WORKING Elw dimensional transporter he found and studied in a forest.

Neither was he into big and showy. He didn't need stone pyramids with water falls and scenic backdrops.
As long as it worked who cared how it looked? His was handheld, you hooked it to a simple wire ring as
a focus, made sure it was big enough to fit through, and viola! Instant portal! Of course, his "hands"
were like 2 feet wide, but that was one of them annoying "detail" thingies.

And it wasn't to say he hadn't once built a stationary model, but then those weird humans that called
themselves 'SG-13' came through it, babbling something about a 'stargate'. Can we say security risk?
With his robe, they'd mistaken him as some sort of priest, and as he hadn't needed new test subjects at
the time, he'd played along and let them go.

He'd happily sent them on their way with a "holy book" of something or other as a cultural exchange,
then quickly dismantled the thing to keep any other uninvited guests from showing up. The prank in the
whole thing was, if they translated it, they'd actually find it to be one of his old experiments, a recipe
for a gelatinous life form with just enough sentience to scream when you ate it. It tasted like butterscotch!
What could he say? He'd been bored as hell and smoking lab samples when he'd thought that one up.

But that was the past, this hand held version was the future! Naturally the others didn't know about
this particular toy. It was his baby, and he wasnae sharing!

Decision made, he teleported to his secret lab. Not the secret lab his comrades new of. No this was
his most secure lab, no one knew of it, save him. Several things in here would have every one of his
colleagues alternately drooling at the possibilities, and/or trying to execute him. The dimensional
transporter being only one. Notes and spells, mutagenic compounds, information he was supposed to divulge
but hadn't, plans to remove the other Quarter Knights, backups of their neural maps, and other such fun
things they'd kill him for even thinking much less having.

Thankfully most of what he wanted was backed up on a database, he was packing light. The self destruct
would take care of most of the notes and experiments, and without his transporter, they'd never find him,
even if they found the lab. That was if anyone survived to care, and even that only IF they figured out
he wasn't doing his best impersonation of fertilizer.

And with that, Alhazad, now Ex-Quarter Knight, activated his dimensional transporter system, and set
forth on his new journey. His continuing mission, to seek out strange new dimensions. To seek out new
test subjects and new information. To boldly go where no moral researcher would go before!