Dragon Ascendant
(Multi-universe crossover)
by Shea McIntee
Disclaimer: None of the series mentioned or used belong to me. Ditto
for the RPG's, books, and other stuff. 'Nuff said.
Notes: This one is an experiment; instead of a Ranma-based fic, this
is a fic that may involve the Ranma 1/2 series peripherally, at best.
The protagonist is from the Shadowrun RPG, and will be
encountering/visiting many different universes/dimensions (dimensional
theory from RIFTS will play a sizable part of this). Oh, and don't
expect much in the way of protagonist romance like in my other
stories... the protagonist is, to say the least, not quite human...
Prologue
The air was filled with a faint multichromatic mist, sparkling with
hints of blue, red, and green in a odd effect similar to a rainbow seen
in the water from a garden hose. The landscape was empty-appearing,
for the most part, with nothing but faint ghostly silhouettes in the
shape of mundane objects and figures.
The sole exception was a glowing amorphous figure, somehow more solid
than everything else. It was vaguely reptilian in appearance (as much
as a amorphous figure can be), and calmly stood upright in the middle
of several swirling bands of bright lights. He (for it was a he) held
out a hand and concentrated, the formulae for the precise manipulation
of the energy around him flickering through his mind. The only outward
signs of his focus were the sparks rising from the rings surrounding
him, drifting towards his upturned palm.
Suddenly, after minutes, perhaps even hours, of standing perfectly
still, he clenched his fist. The sparks, now almost voering him, zipped
out to a space not five feet in front of him. There they imploded, then
exploded in a cascade of energy, forming a burning oval in the air.
Through it could be seen an alien landscape unlike any other.
So far, so good; he'd gotten this far before... it was the next step...
Halting his train of thought, he gathered his will like a weapon. He
lashed out with tentacles of light and 'grabbed' the rim of the gate
in front of him. 'Adjusting' his grip, he closed his eyes and slowly
exhaled, bringing himself back to his waiting body. He felt the rift
slipping from him as his consciousness faded from this aspect of
reality, and he snarled in exasperation and frustration as he grimly
held on.
At last, he was back in his body. He carefully opened his eyes and
examined the air in front of him. The two (now ghostly) tentacles
still extended from his outstretched fists to terminate in thin air.
'Last step,' he thought, and took another deep breath.
He tensed his muscles and suddenly yanked hard, trying to pull the
rift into the physical world. It resisted, and then suddenly, almost
anti-climatically, it into existance.
He resisted the sudden urge to indulge in celebration, and carefully
inspected the newly-formed gate. It looked... perfect.
He released it, and it vanished quietly. He stood there for a moment,
lost in his mind.
And then he went to chase down a certain elf and tell him 'I told you
so!'
And get a drink... or ten. After all, he deserved it.
****
Llewydd ap Marin (Llew to those who couldn't pronounce the whole thing)
woke up, and immediately regretted it. A team of gleeful jack-hammer-
wielding dwarves was working on the inside of his skull, and they were
quite enthusiastic over the whole idea.
He grimaced and concentrated; magic flowed through his body, tidying up
the remains of last night's celebration in the various bars of the
downtown Seattle metroplex. The dwarves immediately packed up and left
in disappointment. He sighed in relief.
'Much better.'
He had lost track of what exactly happened after the seventh bar and the
twenty-seventh drink, although he had some vague recollections...
Ah, yes... singing and buying several more rounds for everyone. He
snorted.
He got up and stretched, extending his 30-foot body out stiff and then
arching up to touch the ceiling of his (rather large) domecile (an
amusing sight, on the whole; imagine a giant lizard acting like a lazy
housecat), sending green blue and gold flashes against the walls from
his scales. He yawned and looked around in lazy satisfaction. There was
a small pile of knives, clubs, and whips next to him...
'What was that about?... Oh, yeah... now i remember.'
A mixed gang of human and metahuman thugs had thought him an easy target
coming back home, him being drunk and alone. He smirked. They got what
they deserved.
And he finally got what he wanted. After three years of constant effort,
he had finally achieved his goal: a gateway to another dimension. He was
almost gleeful about it.
He had been a bit of a wanderer even when young, before the Long Sleep
(when magic disappeared from the world), and even after awakening in the
Sixth World, December of 2012, by the humans' Gregorian Calendar he
constantly sought new things; To qoute some old book or other,
"excitement, adventure, and really wild things."
And now, he'd be able to look for completely new things to do, new things
to learn... and new treasures to keep.
He WAS a dragon, after all. Even though the legendary avariciousness of
his kind were just that, legends, a large horde of treasures was a form
of status; the larger and more diverse it was, the more it proved your
resourcefulness and experience, and, like any sentient species, the
concept of 'it's all mine!' is perfectly understood.
Now that he could actually form the gateway consistently, he only needed
a few weeks to get ready; pack everything up, get any new equipment and
such that he'd need, leave messages with a few people, and so forth. He
could afford to spend all his reserves of nuyen (excepting a small
amount as a 'souvenier' for his horde) on buying various stuff; he didn't
plan on coming back for a long while.
Author's Notes: Possible crossovers/universes to visit: RIFTS (of
course... and an encounter with a RIFTS dragon could be interesting...
and supply needed info on dimensions), several anime series (Eva, Sailor
Moon, Ranma, Slayers are possible/probable; "Dragon Slave" vs ticked-off
dragon?), and various books and movies that I can work in. The main
character (llewydd is pronounced (very breathy-L-sound)-(ewe)-(cross
between 'wuh' and 'fuh')-(thv) ). I'm trying to cultivate a draconic
viewpoint and motivations (input/advice on that appreciated), which will
lead to conflicts with many main characters of series visited. He is a
Great Western Dragon, with a large amount of focus on magic (hermetic,
specifically), and a passion for 'new things'.
This is actually a repost of this fic... I decided that, as most of the
universes visited will be anime (for the present, at least), I should move
this fic from crossovers/crossovers to crossovers/anime crossovers.
(Multi-universe crossover)
by Shea McIntee
Disclaimer: None of the series mentioned or used belong to me. Ditto
for the RPG's, books, and other stuff. 'Nuff said.
Notes: This one is an experiment; instead of a Ranma-based fic, this
is a fic that may involve the Ranma 1/2 series peripherally, at best.
The protagonist is from the Shadowrun RPG, and will be
encountering/visiting many different universes/dimensions (dimensional
theory from RIFTS will play a sizable part of this). Oh, and don't
expect much in the way of protagonist romance like in my other
stories... the protagonist is, to say the least, not quite human...
Prologue
The air was filled with a faint multichromatic mist, sparkling with
hints of blue, red, and green in a odd effect similar to a rainbow seen
in the water from a garden hose. The landscape was empty-appearing,
for the most part, with nothing but faint ghostly silhouettes in the
shape of mundane objects and figures.
The sole exception was a glowing amorphous figure, somehow more solid
than everything else. It was vaguely reptilian in appearance (as much
as a amorphous figure can be), and calmly stood upright in the middle
of several swirling bands of bright lights. He (for it was a he) held
out a hand and concentrated, the formulae for the precise manipulation
of the energy around him flickering through his mind. The only outward
signs of his focus were the sparks rising from the rings surrounding
him, drifting towards his upturned palm.
Suddenly, after minutes, perhaps even hours, of standing perfectly
still, he clenched his fist. The sparks, now almost voering him, zipped
out to a space not five feet in front of him. There they imploded, then
exploded in a cascade of energy, forming a burning oval in the air.
Through it could be seen an alien landscape unlike any other.
So far, so good; he'd gotten this far before... it was the next step...
Halting his train of thought, he gathered his will like a weapon. He
lashed out with tentacles of light and 'grabbed' the rim of the gate
in front of him. 'Adjusting' his grip, he closed his eyes and slowly
exhaled, bringing himself back to his waiting body. He felt the rift
slipping from him as his consciousness faded from this aspect of
reality, and he snarled in exasperation and frustration as he grimly
held on.
At last, he was back in his body. He carefully opened his eyes and
examined the air in front of him. The two (now ghostly) tentacles
still extended from his outstretched fists to terminate in thin air.
'Last step,' he thought, and took another deep breath.
He tensed his muscles and suddenly yanked hard, trying to pull the
rift into the physical world. It resisted, and then suddenly, almost
anti-climatically, it into existance.
He resisted the sudden urge to indulge in celebration, and carefully
inspected the newly-formed gate. It looked... perfect.
He released it, and it vanished quietly. He stood there for a moment,
lost in his mind.
And then he went to chase down a certain elf and tell him 'I told you
so!'
And get a drink... or ten. After all, he deserved it.
****
Llewydd ap Marin (Llew to those who couldn't pronounce the whole thing)
woke up, and immediately regretted it. A team of gleeful jack-hammer-
wielding dwarves was working on the inside of his skull, and they were
quite enthusiastic over the whole idea.
He grimaced and concentrated; magic flowed through his body, tidying up
the remains of last night's celebration in the various bars of the
downtown Seattle metroplex. The dwarves immediately packed up and left
in disappointment. He sighed in relief.
'Much better.'
He had lost track of what exactly happened after the seventh bar and the
twenty-seventh drink, although he had some vague recollections...
Ah, yes... singing and buying several more rounds for everyone. He
snorted.
He got up and stretched, extending his 30-foot body out stiff and then
arching up to touch the ceiling of his (rather large) domecile (an
amusing sight, on the whole; imagine a giant lizard acting like a lazy
housecat), sending green blue and gold flashes against the walls from
his scales. He yawned and looked around in lazy satisfaction. There was
a small pile of knives, clubs, and whips next to him...
'What was that about?... Oh, yeah... now i remember.'
A mixed gang of human and metahuman thugs had thought him an easy target
coming back home, him being drunk and alone. He smirked. They got what
they deserved.
And he finally got what he wanted. After three years of constant effort,
he had finally achieved his goal: a gateway to another dimension. He was
almost gleeful about it.
He had been a bit of a wanderer even when young, before the Long Sleep
(when magic disappeared from the world), and even after awakening in the
Sixth World, December of 2012, by the humans' Gregorian Calendar he
constantly sought new things; To qoute some old book or other,
"excitement, adventure, and really wild things."
And now, he'd be able to look for completely new things to do, new things
to learn... and new treasures to keep.
He WAS a dragon, after all. Even though the legendary avariciousness of
his kind were just that, legends, a large horde of treasures was a form
of status; the larger and more diverse it was, the more it proved your
resourcefulness and experience, and, like any sentient species, the
concept of 'it's all mine!' is perfectly understood.
Now that he could actually form the gateway consistently, he only needed
a few weeks to get ready; pack everything up, get any new equipment and
such that he'd need, leave messages with a few people, and so forth. He
could afford to spend all his reserves of nuyen (excepting a small
amount as a 'souvenier' for his horde) on buying various stuff; he didn't
plan on coming back for a long while.
Author's Notes: Possible crossovers/universes to visit: RIFTS (of
course... and an encounter with a RIFTS dragon could be interesting...
and supply needed info on dimensions), several anime series (Eva, Sailor
Moon, Ranma, Slayers are possible/probable; "Dragon Slave" vs ticked-off
dragon?), and various books and movies that I can work in. The main
character (llewydd is pronounced (very breathy-L-sound)-(ewe)-(cross
between 'wuh' and 'fuh')-(thv) ). I'm trying to cultivate a draconic
viewpoint and motivations (input/advice on that appreciated), which will
lead to conflicts with many main characters of series visited. He is a
Great Western Dragon, with a large amount of focus on magic (hermetic,
specifically), and a passion for 'new things'.
This is actually a repost of this fic... I decided that, as most of the
universes visited will be anime (for the present, at least), I should move
this fic from crossovers/crossovers to crossovers/anime crossovers.