Star Trek Half: TNG Movie Edition! – By Ocramed
Disclaimer: "Ranma ½" and "Star Trek" belong to their respective owners.
Note: This is a crossover/fusion story. C&C are welcomed.
Special Note: This story strictly deals with the characters of both "Ranma ½" and from the Star Trek Franchise.
Part 1: "Generations!"
In the middle of nowhere, two men look up towards the heavens…
"Are you SURE, he's going to land here?" asked the newly-promoted Captain Pavel Chekov, as he stood next to his long time shipmate and colleague…
"I'm telling ya, laddie, he'll be here," said Captain Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, as he used his high-powered binoculars.
"Well, I hope so, because I don't want to be late for the launch of the Enterprise…'B'."
"This is 'Wild Stallion' to 'Vodka' and 'Scotch'," said a voice on a hand-held receiver. "I'm coming in 'hot'. Over."
"We read you loud and clear," Scotty said, as he spoke on the receiver. "Over."
Scotty then turned towards Chekov.
"You don't think he's having second guesses in his decision to retire from Starfleet, does he?" Scotty asked.
"Who knows?" Chekov said with a shrug. "He and the missus finally resolved their differences, so that he could run the family dojo full time."
"Maybe we should ask him the real story?" Scotty asked.
"Good idea," Chekov said, as he pressed his mouth to the receiver. "'Vodka to Wild Stallion: are you retiring because of your wife. Over."
"Wild Stallion to Vodka: are you serious about asking THAT question at a time like this?" came the reply. "Over."
"We're only concerned about the state of affairs in your personal life," Scotty said. "Over."
"You guys are unbelievable. But…I'll explain after I touch down. Over…and OUT."
"I SO can't wait to hear what he has to say," Chekov said. "That's why I'm not married. I don't want my career to be 'managed' by others-"
"Wild Stallion to Vodka: I heard THAT. Over."
"Oops…"
With the christening of the Enterprise-B, Excelsior-class, Mark 2, Starfleet Command wanted Captain Ranma Saotome, one of the Federation's most decorated Starfleet officers, to be on hand for the launch. In fact, symbolically speaking, Ranma represented the last of the mavericks, and, for Starfleet, a new era of exploration was to begin anew…
"…And we will head out towards Pluto and back," said Captain John Herriman, the Enterprise-B's starship commander, as he spoke to the reporters. "It's just a quick around the block…"
Ranma was practically bored with the entire event. The Enterprise-B was only mildly impressive, and he hated the fact that he was just there to 'pass the torch' to the next person in line to command the Federation's flagship.
"Ah, don't worry about it, Ranma," Scotty said. "All this will be over soon enough."
"Feh, not soon enough for ME," Ranma said. "By the way, you haven't told me what you plan to do with yourself."
"Well, I plan on retiring to a colony in a few months," Scotty said with a sigh. "Yeah, looking forward to…retirement…"
"Huh," Ranma said, as he turned to look at Chekov. "What about you?"
"Actually, Sulu wants me to take up a 'First Officer' position aboard the Excelsior," Chekov said. "After that, maybe my own ship."
"Sounds like a good plan," Ranma said. "And speaking of Sulu, I still can't believe he has a grown daughter."
"Be careful, Ranma. Sulu doesn't want you to hit on Demora."
"What makes you assume that I want to go out with Demora, when I am already married?" Ranma said. "Honestly, just because I did date a lot in my youth, that doesn't mean I'm a womanizer, you know…"
Pause.
"Besides, once this 'cruise' is over, I'm done with Starfleet," Ranma said. "So, I'm just going to sit back and relax, and enjoy this show…"
Unfortunately, the Enterprise-B would be called into action, as an energy ribbon slowly streaks through space. Unfortunately, a convoy of refugee ships is caught up in its wake, unable to break the ribbon's clutches.
"What are we going to do?" Harriman exclaimed. "We don't have a full staff to take in the refugees, we have no torpedoes and phasers, and the tractor beam emitter hasn't been installed yet-!"
"And they are booting ME out?" Ranma said incredulously. "Harriman!"
"Yes?"
"Is the deflector dish functional?"
"Of course. We need that in order to prevent space debris from penetrating the hull of the ship."
"Good. Can you have that recalibrated to disrupt the grip of that…whatever that is?"
"We only have a skeleton crew-"
"Fine, I'll do it. When I give you the word, I want you to discharge energy through the deflector dish."
"Um, okay…"
"Scotty, Chekov?"
"I'll helm transporters," Scotty said. "I don't think there's anyone who can manipulate transmitter conversion as well as I do."
"What about when you split my male half from female half?"
"Okay, there HAVE been exceptions…"
"I'll deal with medical," Chekov said. He then turned towards the gawking reporters.
"You all can make yourselves useful," Chekov said to the reporters.
"But I'm just a reporter," a reporter protested.
"So, I guess you wish to post your report posthumously?"
"Okay, what can I do to help," the reporter said in defeat.
Meanwhile, Ranma makes his way down to the deflector control room, and begin to make his adjustments. As he did so, Ranma thought about his future…
"Of course I am, Akane," Ranma said, as he sits down his drink. He had booked a private room overlooking the Tokyo skyline at night.
"I mean, I've been telling you that as soon as I reach mandatory retirement, we can run the dojo full time."
"Are you SURE, Ranma?" Akane said. "I'm not getting any younger, you know."
"Akane, that's not fair," Ranma replied. "I can't help it if my curse keeps me young."
"Well, it's not like you're trying to get a cure," Akane said. "We've been together for thirty years, twenty five of them as a married couple. Do you know how old that makes me feel?"
"So? You've kept yourself in shape and healthy."
"It's not the same, and you know it. Eventually, I'll be old, too old to be…beautiful."
"Akane, are you worried that I'll leave you?"
"I KNOW about the stories of your reputation, Ranma," Akane said. "I put up with it because I wanted to make sure that you had, well, gotten rid of that youthful vigor of yours. Plus, it gave me time to do what I needed to do, so that I wouldn't have any regrets when we got married, after your first tour as starship commander concluded. So, I do understand your need to focus on your career."
"But…?"
"But since then, most of your time have been spent in space," Akane said, as she turned to look at her husband. "Yes, you did teach at Starfleet Academy, but that was only for a short time. The rest of your time was away from Earth…"
Pause.
"And while I can…deal with it, you don't know how hard it has been for Kenma and Genko," Akane said, as she turned away. "You were hardly there for them, and now it's too late, with Kenma away on assignment with Starfleet, and Genko at university. There is nothing holding you to your obligations to us…"
Pause.
"To me," Akane said, as she looks down.
"Akane, maybe the way I conducted myself after all these years is piss-poor, but I love you," Ranma said, as he held his wife from behind. "It may be too late for me to be a proper father, but there is still time for me to be a proper husband."
"You mean that?"
"I do. After the dedication of the Enterprise-B next week, we can spend the rest of our lives together."
"You promise?"
"I promise," Ranma said. "Besides, I figured that you'd bash me in the head if I forget my promise."
"Jerk," Akane said with a contented smile.
Pulling his mind forward, Ranma completes his adjustments to the deflector dish.
"Harriman!" Ranma yelled on an intercom. "Do it!"
On the Bridge, Captain Harriman gives the command to channel energy through the main engines.
"Now!" Harriman yelled.
"Firing away, sir!" yelled Demora Sulu, as she discharged the energy from the warp core through the deflector dish.
FWOOM!
The energy output from the Enterprise-B, disrupting the gravity well that was coming from the energy ribbon.
"Have we got those refugees?" Harriman asked over the intercom.
"We got 'em," Scotty said, as he beamed the last refugees aboard the Enterprise-B.
"No!" yelled an older man. "Send me back! Send me back-!"
"Enough of that," Chekov said, as he gives the man injection that knocks him out.
"Please, just send me back…"
"Sulu, pull us out," Harriman said.
"Yes sir," Demora said, as she begins to steer the Enterprise-B away from the mysterious ribbon. However, upon disengaging from the anomaly, the energy ribbon lashes out a strand of energy into the Enterprise-B.
WHOOM!
"What the hell was that?" Harriman asked.
"Um, we just lost, um, the deflector control room, sir," Demora said.
"Harriman to Saotome," Harriman said. "Ranma, did you make it out of there?"
Unfortunately, there was nothing but static, as the Enterprise-B limps back to Earth, with its refugee. In the days ahead, Akane would have a nervous breakdown, as she receives the news of her husband's demise.
"You promised you'd come back!" Akane said tearfully. "You promised…you jerk…"
One hundred years later…
"Ooof!" said a bald man, as he finds himself in the middle of what appeared to be high school. He dusts himself off, and stands up.
"What the devil…?"
"What's with the pajamas?" said a voice from behind.
The bald man turns to see a red-haired, pigtail-wearing girl looking at him with a curious eye.
"Where am I?" the bald man asked. He was annoyed by the fact that he was being questioned by a teenager.
"Furinkan High School," the girl said. "Again, what's with the pajamas?"
"These are not pajamas. This is my…uniform."
"Of what?"
"I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard, captain of the Federation starship…Enterprise."
"Really," the girl said, as she raised a single eyebrow. "Okay, why are you here?"
"I don't have time for this," Picard said, as he begins to walk towards the school building. "I have to find a man, a fellow starship commander, in this…place."
"Maybe I can help you find this man," the girl said, as she begins to walk apace with Picard.
"Wait a minute," Picard said, as he stops in his tracks. He then turned towards the girl.
"Are you a victim of the Nexus, as well?"
"Come again?"
"This place…the Nexus."
"So, that's what they call this place," the girl said. "All I know to call this 'place' as the weird energy ribbon."
"I assure you that this place has a name," Picard said. "But tell me, what is your name?"
"My name?"
"Yes, your name."
"Well, you can call me…'Ranko Tendo'," the girl said.
"Miss Tendo, considering the fact that you're responsive, I take it that you are a victim of the Nexus as well."
"Yeah, you can say that," Ranko said with a sigh. "Here, I can be with someone without anyone aging…or dying...for that matter."
"The Nexus is indeed…interesting," Picard said. "It looks into our minds, and pulls out memories made flesh."
"I guess so," Ranko said with a shrug.
"Well, I do apologize for this, but I need to see a man."
"Well, if you're into that sort of thing, and not into…this," Ranko said, as she stands in a sexy, sassy sort of way.
"Er, that is not what I mean," Picard said. "The man I am looking for is a legendary starship commander."
"Legendary, huh?" Ranko said with a grin. "How so?"
"He was known for his unconventional command style, and has a record that is a testament to what it means to be a member of Starfleet."
"Sounds impressive," Ranko said. "But…what about the man himself. What was he like?"
"He could endear loyalty in his crew that few can, although I do feel that one should maintain a certain distance between a commanding officer his staff."
"You don't say. Maybe it's because of his informal way of doing things contributed his success."
"Perhaps. I personally would not subscribe to his methods, but I do understand the need to have a degree of flexibility when performing an assignment…"
Pause.
"You seem to know about this man," Picard said.
"Well, it sounds like the man you are looking for is around here," Ranko said.
"Are you his lover?"
"Heh, I don't know," Ranko giggles. "I hear he can be a bit of a narcissist…"
Pause.
"Tell me, whatever happened to this man's wife and family?" Ranko asked.
"I don't know the details, but once this man was presumed to have perished, his wife devoted herself to teaching martial arts, right up until her passing a few years ago," Picard said. "As for his children, his son Kenma would have a stellar career in Starfleet, up until his own death during the Federation-Cardassian War, when he died defending a Federation supply convoy. His daughter Genko would marry, become a famous artist, and then live a complete life."
"Oh, I see," Ranko said, as she turns away.
"Miss Tendo?"
"I'm…fine. It's just…hearing that makes me sad…"
Pause.
"But why do you need this man of yours?" Ranko asked.
"A mad man named Soran wants access to this place, by blowing up entire stars, all in an effort to shift the Nexus to a place where he could get caught up in its clutches," Picard said. "I need help in stopping him, or a planet within the Veridan Star System, will be destroyed."
"So?"
"That planet has life on in, sentient life."
"Maybe that planet is meant to perish, and that any effort to rectify Soran's action is in violation of the Prime Directive?" Ranko asked.
"I do not know, but I know this: the man that I am looking for would not let any civilization perish for the sake of a rule that never took into account the actions of a mad man…"
Pause.
"So, what do you say, Captain Saotome?" Picard said with a smile.
"At what point did you know who I am?" Ranko asked.
"A friend of mine, whose shadow is trapped here, told me that Ranma Saotome has an unusual ability to become female at will."
"Not necessarily," Ranko said. She then takes out a kettle of hot water, and pours the contents on her head, changing her form…
Pause.
"You know, it's been a long time since I have been a guy," Ranma said, as he tosses the kettle back into pocket space.
"Why is that?"
"I felt guilty for being stuck here for so long, for not figuring out that I can return home at any time," Ranma said, as he stretched his limbs. "And from what you are implying, I could do that."
"I know that, but I need for you to come with me to stop Soran," Picard said.
"Why not go back earlier, before you met this Soran guy? You can avoid all this."
"I presume that I would create a temporal paradox, if I went too far back."
"Well, I see your point," Ranma said with a sigh. "Okay, let's stop this Soran jerk. I mean, really. You can easily create a gravitational field similar to that of a star, using the deflector dish, which will buffer the Nexus long enough to establish a transporter lock."
"Sounds like you thought about the problem with accessing the Nexus more so than Soran."
"Between reliving my teenage years, and having regrets, I did have time to think of the problem concerning the Nexus," Ranma said with a shrug. "Let's go-"
"Ranma, where are you going?" said Akane, as she goes over to her fiancé. "I've been looking for you all day-"
"Akane, shut up," Ranma said, as he took the shade of Akane into his arms, and gives her a deep kiss…
"Ranma?" Akane said with hesitance.
"Thank you for being my wife," Ranma said with a smile. With that, Ranma turns away, and leaves the Nexus behind.
"Ranma," Akane said tearfully, as the Nexus fades from view…
Stepping back in time, Ranma and Picard confront Soran, just at the moment where he was to launch his improbable rocket to detonate the star in the Veridan Star System.
"Hi, there," Ranma said, as he smiles while cracking his fists' knuckles.
"Who the hell are you?" sneers Soran.
"He's Ranma Saotome, the first captain of the starship Enterprise," Picard said, as Soran whirls to face Picard.
"Well, that's not exactly true, since there was Robert April and Christopher Pike," Ranma said. "But, whatever."
"You are under arrest, Dr. Soran," Picard said.
Soran takes a look at both Ranma and Picard, before slipping through to make his escape.
"He's getting away!" Picard said. "We have only minutes before he launches his rocket!"
"You know, you ought to relax," Ranma said. "Enjoy the scenery."
"But…the rocket-!"
"Can't be launched without the remote working," Ranma said, as reveals a chip in his hand.
"But, how-"
"Slight of hand, thanks to you getting Dr. Soran's attention, and the Ume-Senken," Ranma replied.
"Then, he could activate the missile manually."
"That's true, but it's not going to be effective…"
"Pardon?"
"I'm not going to be stopped by the likes of YOU," Soran said, as he goes to the main control panel, and begins the countdown sequence manually. "I will have my paradise-!"
"If there is a trick up your sleeve, now is the time to employ it," Picard said.
"Fine," Ranma said, as he picks up a pebble from the ground. "Watch."
Ranma flicks the pebble towards Soran and his rocket, falling short of its target it hits a pile of small rocks…"
"Saotome-!"
"Wait," Ranma replied.
The upon impact, the pile of rock begin to fall, causing another pile of rocks to fall, resulting in rock formation that Soran and the rocket they were on to collapse.
"No!" Soran yelled, as he falls over the edge.
"And…scene," Ranma said.
"Amazing," Picard said. "How did you know?"
"I simply analyze my surroundings, and exploit other people's weaknesses," Ranma said. "It's what I learned to do as a student of the Musabetsu Kakuto-ryu."
"I see," Picard said. "We best secure the rocket, as a precaution."
"Lead on, Picard…"
Later, Soran is being treated by medical personnel. However, while being secured by security personnel, Soran pulls out a gun from the holster of one of his captors, and shoots at Ranma.
ZARRK!
"Saotome!" Picard yelled, as he pushes Ranma out of the way, taking the brunt of the blast.
"Picard!" Ranma yelled, as Picard lies dying in his arms. "Hold on-!"
"Thanks, but we know how this will end," Picard managed to say, before closing his eyes for good.
"Damn…"
Months later, Ranma visits the grave where Akane lied buried. He places a bouquet of flowers onto the grave itself, and then steps back.
"You know, apparently, Starfleet wants me back," Ranma said. "In fact, they've offered me command of the replacement ship that will be designated as the next Enterprise…"
Pause.
"And that means that I have a lot of catching up to do," Ranma said. "After all, they don't want a dummy to command the Federation's flagship, you know…"
With that, Ranma turns and leaves his old life behind, and began a new life as a member of this…next generation of Starfleet officers.
Fin.