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Author Notes at the end of the chapter

Out in rural Okayama everything was quiet and calm except of course for the occasional loud crash which was the norm when Seina Yamada was around visiting his parents. He and his 9 wifes were enjoying a small vacation after having finished yet another large anti-pirate campaign orchestrated by none other than Lady Seto.

"You know, I'm really glad that you've come to visit Seina, I just wish you didn't cause the shelves to fall on my head." Kai, Seina's brother in law, lamented. His body height having stopped the said shelve unit from hitting Yoshiko.

Seina gave a weak chuckle as he rubbed the back side of his head while his wives, sister and mother just giggled. "I'm sorry Kai, even with my wife's I'm not completely cured of my rotten luck. But it's a lot better now then it was before I joined the GP."

"That's true" Kiriko agreed. "Speaking of the GP, why did you want of those recruiting pamphlets? You aren't thinking of joining the GP are you?"

"Kai and I haven't decided yet, but it is good to have the option." Yoshiko piped up causing Seina to frown a bit.

"But Yoshiko, Space is dangerous, and technically we aren't allowed to recruit people from earth."

"Lighten up Seina, they recruited you and with me being an Alien and Yoshiko being my future wife I doubt it would be a big deal. Besides I'm pretty sure there is already an exception in place because we did hold your wedding on the dark side of the moon in a space station."

Though Kai had a point, Seina wasn't really feeling it. Something was a bit off, he just couldn't place what. "Well alright, but try to let me know when you decide to join, we'll try to make it so that we would transport you to the GP academy."

"We will big brother."

From there the day descended into them having fun, with the usual chaos that comes with one guy being married to 8 wives. Plans were made to go visit the beach the following morning

Elsewhere on the outskirts of the town, up in the hills in a small lake side house, hidden behind a broom closet door that actually led to a subspace laboratory belonging to the greatest scientific mind in the known and unknown galaxy, patent still pending, Washi Hakubi was busy at work trying to analyze a weak and fluctuating signal. Almost like clockwork this signal would show up around five in the afternoon, persist for a few seconds then disappear again. She still couldn't triangulate it as her sensor net didn't cover the whole of Okayama, that and most of her sensors were aimed at the sky and horizon in advanced warning to any would be intruder or attacker from space.

"There it goes again, I really need to build a flying drone to go seek it out." she muttered to herself as she was typing away at her holographic computer while sitting on her floating cushion. On her Screen were several graphs representing the energy graph of light hawk wings, the energy graphs belonged to Tenchi and Seina, along with the unknown one she had recorded several times now over the last two weeks. The whole thing was rather low priority as the energy level of it was so weak, it was hardly a match for even her own daughter Ryoko, that and she had been busy with more important projects.

A telepathic message from her daughter however notified her that Sasami had dinner ready making her sigh and dismiss her terminal "I'll worry about this later." She said to herself. "Even The greatest Scientific mind in the whole universe can't work on an empty stomach." she cackled for a moment before deflating, It just wasn't any fun without anyone around to react to her.

The following morning as Seina and his wifes set out for the beach, Yoshiko and Kai said that they had to do something at the Yamada family store first and that they would see them at the beach. Seeing them off, Kai heaved a deep sigh. "I don't like fooling my sister, but I think we pulled it off."

"You can always claim that its payback for her not telling you about where you are really from, I don't think that I fooled my brother completely though."

Watching Yoshiko pick up her purse which held one of the GP pamphlets Kai heaved another sigh. "It is for a good cause I think." Offering his arm which Yoshiko took they set out towards the store. "At least NB wasn't around to interfere, where is he anyways?"

"Oh… he's around… somewhere." Yoshiko giggles as she hugs Kai's arm closer as they walk.

Back behind the house, under some bushes could be seen a rather large out of place rock with faint sobbing cries for Yoshiko emanating from underneath.

Down at the Yamada family store, a rather large and tall European was helping putting the advertisement signs and flags up for Mrs. Yamada. Though he looked out of place in Okayama, over the last two weeks his presence was slowly becoming the norm. He did most of the early-early morning busy work of helping to unload the delivery truck, Help stock the tall shelves and making the store ready for opening. For payment he just took some food to last him the day along with some paper napkins of all things.

They weren't really sure where he was staying, but then he wasn't asking for much considering all the work he did and he seemed to be well adjusted to the Japanese way of life even if his Japanese was a little bit on the horrible side with a very thick accent. The only saving grace was that his accent along with his height he wasn't mistaken for an American.

As Yoshiko and Kai approached they saw him putting up the last of the store's flags that lined the wall above the windows. "Good morning Ji." Yoshiko greeted him with a wave. Ji being the name he called himself, meaning old man or grandfather.

"Ah young Lady Yamada," He said as he turned to them, "a good morning we having yes? Taking trip with husband? Carry large bag is man job." Chuckling as he spoke in his broken Japanese.

"Don't encourage her, or I'll be carrying her bags till I'm gray like you." Kai piped up earning him a playful elbow in the side.

"Flip coin, maybe go gray maybe go bald. Flip second coin, maybe go both like I." Ji would run a finger thought his hair that thankfully still showed more of his natural dark blonde color then grey, as he leaned forward a bit to show a bland spot on the top of his head.

"I hope I still have a long time to go before that happens to me."

"Is my mother inside?"

"Yes Lady Yamada, you mother in back, doing books." With a slight bow of thanks Yoshiko went inside still holding her purse while Kai remained and chatted with Ji, Asking him about his home country some more.

While chatting however, Ji was hit with a slight coughing fit and he was quick to turn away from Kai. At least until he could cover his mouth and nose with a napkin. He was about to fold up the napkin when he was done when Kai stopped him to see a red splotch captured within. "It's getting worse isn't it?" he asked as he allowed him to fold the napkin up before putting it away in his pocket to dispose of later.

Ji let out a huff from his Nostrils "told you week ago, Is getting better never. Time I have, I not know."

"Shouldn't you be in a hospital?"

Frowning for a moment as he thinks of how to answer, Ji would shrug his shoulders "Do what? Lay around, told no can do anything? No, staying on own two feet till die."

"There might..." Kai started somewhat hesitantly "be a way to cure you…"

"This I want hear."

"It's complicated but… GP, Galaxy Police, look for that."

Looking rather skeptical and confused Ji would shrug his shoulders at Kai "You not make sense."

"I know but trust me it will. Just make sure you remember that."

"Ok Mister Masaki, I say you sell false hope to old man, but Ji will remember."

"That's all I ask." Kai said as he saw Yoshiko come out of the store carrying Ji's backpack.

"Here Ji, I packed the usual in it for you." She said as she presented it to him.

"Many thank." he said as he took it from her and hefted it over one of his shoulders "Tell you Mother I be back next day."

As Ji walked off to wherever he was staying, Kai turned to Yoshiko "Did we do the right thing?"

"I believe so, I put the pamphlet in his back pack, and the rest lies with him."

"Let's not do this too often."

"Agreed."

Two blocks away and heading out towards the town's outskirts the man calling himself Ji to the locals was muttering to himself in his own language. "Guess it's a good sign that people seem to care so much but what on earth is a galaxy police? Maybe some sort of sci-fi show? Ah who cares, no point in getting my hopes up."

Coming to a stop along some hedge rows, Ji looked down either side of the road before slipping between them, walking up the grass field towards the forested area. Deeper inside that forest was an old rundown shack, a tarp covering the roof as it had a hole in it, and another one acting as a doorway. Inside the shack was an old sleeping bag that had seen better days but it was warm and comfortable even on the wooden floor which has seen some recent repair and replacement boards.

Sitting down on the edge of the deck on the outside of the shack Ji took a deep breath and sighed. "Home sweet home." Lowering his backpack beside him, he opened it to reach for a cup of instant noodles and a water bottle blindly, using the shape of an object and the touch of the material to tell him what he had grabbed. His hand lay across a board shape and the material felt too smooth to his touch, so smooth in fact that he didn't recognize it. Digging it out of his pack he looked at the mystery item.

"Looks like a see through plastic board." Remarked before turning it over, spotting the words 'galaxy police' in western script and a stylized logo beneath it taking up one of the corners. With a raised eyebrow he turned the plastic board around again remarking that the printings on the front weren't visible from the back. "Weird, some sort of one way lamination?" he'd look at the top of it to notice that it seemed to be hinged like a western book. Opening it revealed writing unlike any he's ever seen before but a few of the pictures shown looked interesting.

Some sort of structure in presumably low orbit, a funky looking ship design in high orbit of a planet, a women with purple hair in blue and orange clothing and a land mass bordering water. The left page was covered with only text with a background image and finally 3 empty lines and an empty box. "This has to be some sort of application form…" looking at the back cover again he again was mystified by the fact that the content of the plastic book was not visible from the outside. Brushing his thumb along the black lines he noticed that the texture was slightly rough like paper, no doubt to let ink stick better.

There might be a way to cure you. GP, Galaxy Police, look for that. The words spoken by the young man Kai resounded through his head. He had to wonder about all this; was it some sort of elaborate scam or hoax? Maybe but the Yamada and Misaki family don't seem to be the type. Then again most scam artists didn't seem like scam artists. How old were those two again, 17 or 18 years old maybe? What were youngsters like that doing with space age plastic application forms, and why be so vague about it? It just didn't add up. With a shake of his head, Ji placed the application to the side as he dug up his bottle of water and instant ramen noodles, deciding to worry about it after he had eaten and gathered more firewood for tomorrow.

Later that evening found Ji sitting inside the shack looking at the application again. And his mind had been made up over the course of his usually day to day chores. Be it a scam or not he had nothing of value, all that having been left behind when he traveled to Japan. And considering that he was dying anyway, he didn't feel like he had anything to loose and yet everything to gain if by some remote chance all of this was above board. Filling in his name, date of birth and gender, as he assumed that's what they wanted. He chuckled slightly at the name he had written down, Ji Nanashi, Old man Nameless a name that suited him just fine.

The little square he assumed was for a name stamp as the Japanese were often fond of using as a signature. Lacking that or an ink pad, he bit the corner of his bottom lip and with a slight wince he drew blood. Coating his thumb with it he pressed his thumb down inside the scare. "Sign on the dotted line in your blood." He muttered to himself. If some recruiter didn't come to him about the Japanese name used by a European or the fact that he had used blood instead of ink he would be very surprised indeed. But just where did he have to go to hand this in?

The surprise was on him as he held a napkin up to his lip when he saw the box where he had put his bloody thumbprint light up blue for a moment. Lighting effects? He was pretty sure that he didn't see a battery or any electrical circuitry running through the plastic. Or maybe there were one way visible too covered by the page content? With a shake of his head he closed the application and threw it down to his bed as he prepared to go to sleep.

Author Notes: Oh boy, it's been a long time since I posted anything on here. So yeah, this story plays about 2 years or so after the events of Tenchi Muyo GXP and yes it is a bit of a self insert story. I can already hear people moaning and groaning about how 'original' that concept is. In truth I'm just writing this because I'm bored, and if you enjoy it; great. And if you hate it; just skip on by, that's what I do when reading stories on here.

Excuse the awful dialog from Ji in the start of the story. I'm trying to keep the story in English no matter what language the characters are supposed to be using. The bad dialog is an attempt to reflect the fact that a character isn't fluent in the language used. However I'm not planning to do that very often.

The original idea for this story came about when I wondered what would happen if a more mature person would go through the same sort of thing as Seina, minus the bad luck or being Tsunami's gift to women.

Anyways, See you in the next one.