Chaos Zoid Prologue
Star Trek: Voyager and Zoids crossover with Ranma 1/2
by Naquiel
Disclaimer - Ranma, Star Trek: Voyager and Zoids don't belong to me so please don't sue. Star Trek bit is much, much later on! Although, I haven't really decided!
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Prologue
The warmth, it was all encompassing, comforting. It was so nice, the warmth. He felt so happy, so content, at peace. It was such a nice kind of warmth. His mind, his body was swimming in the warmth. His soul was so comfortable, he was so happy.
But where did he belong?
The warmth, it was in every limb. It rolled in peaceful waves along his skin. It was so warm, so gentle. It was so nice. Nothing could be this gentle. Nothing!
But where was he?
It was so beautiful. The pretty lights coming through his eyelids. All the greens, and reds, and yellows, and whites. So pretty!
But who was he?
He heard such a pleasant muffled noise. There was a constant taste of mango and passion fruit, fluctuating sometimes to apple and peach, or orange and blackberry. Somehow, one taste wasn't corrupting the other!
But what was the fluid he was in?
There was a noise. It wasn't nice. It was a soft, yet clear, cracking sound. It was like the warmth was cut and sliced open. He could feel the warmth seeping away, and tubes freeing themselves from his body.
He heard the entirety of his comfortable prison shatter into tiny fragments.
He was free.
He opened his eyes and looked blearily around the place he found himself in. It was a large room; his cocoon was in an alcove in the chamber. He stood up within the now broken confines of his protective cocoon.
He stepped, gingerly, across the carpet of broken, green, glass fragments. He could feel a few of them pierce the skin, but he wouldn't allow himself to stop until he was away from that deceptive prison.
Slowly, as he walked across the glass, his memories and senses came back to him.
He could hear a faint buzz from the lights; he could taste the dryness of his mouth; he could smell a strong scent of chlorine from the water; he could feel a chilly breeze wash along his naked body.
He was going to attempt to find some clothes, until he saw it. It was a beautiful thing, another cocoon. The graceful curves of the pod, the faint pulsing glow coming from within.
He knew what was inside its glass walls. His friend, and companion.
He walked unsteadily towards the other alcove, only a short distance from his own, the pain from the pierced skin, on the soles of his feet, was ignored.
He reached out with one of his hands when he reached the pod's control panel, built into the base, but reaching upwards, parallel to the pod. The button was around waist-height, and he found no difficulty in finding it's alarmingly red shape.
He heard a reassuring 'click', when he pressed the button.
Next he heard a faint hiss and saw a web of cracks forming on the surface of the glass. Wisely, he moved away from the pod.
Soon the entire structure was only a single shape through a wing and a prayer. It was then that its prisoner retaliated and the glass exploded outwards and rained upon the ground around the cocoon.
He was magnificent, tall and perfectly formed: a perfect specimen of Organoid. He was silver, with a light purple at his joints. He resembled a small dinosaur. He had strong back legs and a wide hip-section. His torso, a light purple, was lean and strong. From his narrow shoulders came a pair of strong arms, each ending in three small scythe-like blades for claws. He had a long strong neck, a kin to his long and thick tail, with silver on top, with a band of light purple along the underside.
His head was large, with flat electric-blue eyes and two short blade-like apertures that jutted from either side of his head, that had another segment on the end of each short aperture, pointed forward, with such a length that they went slightly further than his nose. The 'blades' themselves were like segmented rhombus prisms, similar to a technological version of ancient samurai swords. He had a smaller version of these prongs on the end of his tail.
However, his most predominant feature was on his back. A pair of long, straight 'blades', that, he knew, the downward parts of which, could open up and emit a row of jets, then, at the end, came even longer 'blades' that ended in a slightly rounded point. Each point, as he once again knew, could separate the four pieces and shot bolts of amber energy from the centre point of the crosshair shape.
His mouth, with the trapezium teeth, opened and roared in his hoarse, Organoid version of a yawn. His kindly face greatly contradicted by the two blades, which the boy knew could open up and shoot a number of amber bolts in rapid succession in a second, and project a powerful shield in half that time!
He walked over to his fellow prisoner, unminding the glass, which tried to prick his metal feet, vainly, as they were crushed into dust under his weight. They embraced in a friendly gesture.
The boy petted the organoid like a big dog, and the organoid reacted in kind by giving of a hoarse rumble, of a contented animal.
"Whisper, it was horrible wasn't it? They just kept fighting, and dying. How could anyone be so stupid?" cried the teenage boy.
The organoid, Whisper, gave a rumble as it comunicated in its unique way, something which, the boy understood.
"Yeah, Whisper, I know I shouldn't be mourning the past, but I can't help it, even Mom died!" Whispered growled a little in the way of a reply. "Yeah, your right, she'd want me to wipe away my tears and get on with my life."
They came out of their hug, and they both walked towards a door set into the place between the two alcoves. Whispered followed like a big dog, just behind and to one side of the boy. But he paused and darted to behind the boy's alcove to grab a blanket, and sprinted to the slow-moving boy. He gently put it round the shivering child, who pulled it securely into place, giving the organoid a small smile.
The boy was the first to the door. He opened it to find it exiting to a balcony of stone, and the view told him that they were in the mountains.
They stepped out onto the ledge and stood side-by-side taking in the view.
"Ya know, Whisper, back in there I didn't know if we'd survive or not. But, out here, I remember. We can't be stopped. We're like a force of nature.
"I'm Ranma, and your Whisper and we'll always survive! No matter what!"
Star Trek: Voyager and Zoids crossover with Ranma 1/2
by Naquiel
Disclaimer - Ranma, Star Trek: Voyager and Zoids don't belong to me so please don't sue. Star Trek bit is much, much later on! Although, I haven't really decided!
~~~~#~~~~
Prologue
The warmth, it was all encompassing, comforting. It was so nice, the warmth. He felt so happy, so content, at peace. It was such a nice kind of warmth. His mind, his body was swimming in the warmth. His soul was so comfortable, he was so happy.
But where did he belong?
The warmth, it was in every limb. It rolled in peaceful waves along his skin. It was so warm, so gentle. It was so nice. Nothing could be this gentle. Nothing!
But where was he?
It was so beautiful. The pretty lights coming through his eyelids. All the greens, and reds, and yellows, and whites. So pretty!
But who was he?
He heard such a pleasant muffled noise. There was a constant taste of mango and passion fruit, fluctuating sometimes to apple and peach, or orange and blackberry. Somehow, one taste wasn't corrupting the other!
But what was the fluid he was in?
There was a noise. It wasn't nice. It was a soft, yet clear, cracking sound. It was like the warmth was cut and sliced open. He could feel the warmth seeping away, and tubes freeing themselves from his body.
He heard the entirety of his comfortable prison shatter into tiny fragments.
He was free.
He opened his eyes and looked blearily around the place he found himself in. It was a large room; his cocoon was in an alcove in the chamber. He stood up within the now broken confines of his protective cocoon.
He stepped, gingerly, across the carpet of broken, green, glass fragments. He could feel a few of them pierce the skin, but he wouldn't allow himself to stop until he was away from that deceptive prison.
Slowly, as he walked across the glass, his memories and senses came back to him.
He could hear a faint buzz from the lights; he could taste the dryness of his mouth; he could smell a strong scent of chlorine from the water; he could feel a chilly breeze wash along his naked body.
He was going to attempt to find some clothes, until he saw it. It was a beautiful thing, another cocoon. The graceful curves of the pod, the faint pulsing glow coming from within.
He knew what was inside its glass walls. His friend, and companion.
He walked unsteadily towards the other alcove, only a short distance from his own, the pain from the pierced skin, on the soles of his feet, was ignored.
He reached out with one of his hands when he reached the pod's control panel, built into the base, but reaching upwards, parallel to the pod. The button was around waist-height, and he found no difficulty in finding it's alarmingly red shape.
He heard a reassuring 'click', when he pressed the button.
Next he heard a faint hiss and saw a web of cracks forming on the surface of the glass. Wisely, he moved away from the pod.
Soon the entire structure was only a single shape through a wing and a prayer. It was then that its prisoner retaliated and the glass exploded outwards and rained upon the ground around the cocoon.
He was magnificent, tall and perfectly formed: a perfect specimen of Organoid. He was silver, with a light purple at his joints. He resembled a small dinosaur. He had strong back legs and a wide hip-section. His torso, a light purple, was lean and strong. From his narrow shoulders came a pair of strong arms, each ending in three small scythe-like blades for claws. He had a long strong neck, a kin to his long and thick tail, with silver on top, with a band of light purple along the underside.
His head was large, with flat electric-blue eyes and two short blade-like apertures that jutted from either side of his head, that had another segment on the end of each short aperture, pointed forward, with such a length that they went slightly further than his nose. The 'blades' themselves were like segmented rhombus prisms, similar to a technological version of ancient samurai swords. He had a smaller version of these prongs on the end of his tail.
However, his most predominant feature was on his back. A pair of long, straight 'blades', that, he knew, the downward parts of which, could open up and emit a row of jets, then, at the end, came even longer 'blades' that ended in a slightly rounded point. Each point, as he once again knew, could separate the four pieces and shot bolts of amber energy from the centre point of the crosshair shape.
His mouth, with the trapezium teeth, opened and roared in his hoarse, Organoid version of a yawn. His kindly face greatly contradicted by the two blades, which the boy knew could open up and shoot a number of amber bolts in rapid succession in a second, and project a powerful shield in half that time!
He walked over to his fellow prisoner, unminding the glass, which tried to prick his metal feet, vainly, as they were crushed into dust under his weight. They embraced in a friendly gesture.
The boy petted the organoid like a big dog, and the organoid reacted in kind by giving of a hoarse rumble, of a contented animal.
"Whisper, it was horrible wasn't it? They just kept fighting, and dying. How could anyone be so stupid?" cried the teenage boy.
The organoid, Whisper, gave a rumble as it comunicated in its unique way, something which, the boy understood.
"Yeah, Whisper, I know I shouldn't be mourning the past, but I can't help it, even Mom died!" Whispered growled a little in the way of a reply. "Yeah, your right, she'd want me to wipe away my tears and get on with my life."
They came out of their hug, and they both walked towards a door set into the place between the two alcoves. Whispered followed like a big dog, just behind and to one side of the boy. But he paused and darted to behind the boy's alcove to grab a blanket, and sprinted to the slow-moving boy. He gently put it round the shivering child, who pulled it securely into place, giving the organoid a small smile.
The boy was the first to the door. He opened it to find it exiting to a balcony of stone, and the view told him that they were in the mountains.
They stepped out onto the ledge and stood side-by-side taking in the view.
"Ya know, Whisper, back in there I didn't know if we'd survive or not. But, out here, I remember. We can't be stopped. We're like a force of nature.
"I'm Ranma, and your Whisper and we'll always survive! No matter what!"