Ranma/Warhammer 40K
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Ranma/WHR40K crossover
Started: 04-13-2001
Author's Note: A list of terms and definitions are at the end of Chapter 1 for those not familiar with Warhammer 40k.
Prologue: "A Lost Horse"
In the darkness of space a large mass of metal shaped like a cross between a cathedral and a ship sped silently through the night. The large mass of metal was the Imperial ship the "Emperor's Mercy," which was silently stalking Chaos scout ship. Inside the ship the crew cautiously followed their prey, while attempting to remain undetected by the smaller ship's sensors.
In a dark corner of the "Emperor's Mercy's" bridge a figure stood in black and gold power armor. The mission was his idea and so would any failure rest on his shoulders. He'd ordered the Chaos ship pursued instead of being attacked. Success would mean the Imperial fleet could ambush the Chaos fleet operating in this galaxy with the odds in their favor. Failure could result in the destruction of the destroyer and possibly alert the enemy fleet to the Imperial fleet in the area.
The Imperial ship slowly followed the enemy scout into a large asteroid belt at the edge of the system. The observer on the bridge watched the technician to his right bolt upright. "Captain, multiple ships detected in the belt."
The tall brooding man in the center of the bridge turned to the radar technician. "Has the enemy got our location," the Captain demanded.
"Sir, we've got three fire control radars locked on us."
"Order battle stations," the Captain bellowed to his crew. The Captain turned to the figure in the darkness. "Any orders, Sir." The Captain spit his sentence at the shadow-hidden figure.
"Our mission is scrubbed, I'll leave the egress to you Captain," the figure said before moving to a nearby hatch. "I'll prepare my men for boarders," he said before exiting the room.
Two hours later...
The chase had lasted several hours but the four Chaos destroyers had caught up to the fleeing Imperial ship. The Imperial ship fought well and caught one Chaos ship with a broadside. The Chaos ship returned fire on the Imperial ship quickly converting it into a mile long piece of twisted and blackened metal. The Chaos ship slowly scanned the ship before disappearing into the darkness.
Several hours later in a partially destroyed hangar bay a figure in black and gold power armor worked. The figure was methodically loading a slightly damaged shuttle with supplies. After several minutes the figure entered the shuttle and sealed the hatch behind him. He slowly made his way through the packed cargo hold carefully avoiding the food, water, and weapons he'd managed to salvage from the destroyed ship. He then entered the cockpit and four body bags that contained his squad members. They had died quickly, when their quarters had received a hit from a Chaos ship's lance. He couldn't allow himself to dwell on their fate now.
He wedges his armored bulk into the pilot's chair and strapped himself in. He launched the damaged shuttle through a large hole in the ship's hangar bay and into the vastness of space beyond. He then set the shuttle into a path to where the Imperial fleet should be.
The shuttle's hull integrity was shot and he would be forced to spend the five days in his armor. He then jerry-rigged a power connection from the shuttle's power system to his armor to keep his armor's air scrubbers going. While space marine armor could keep a man alive even in the depths of space, the suits still depended on batteries for their power. With the improvised power supply, he hoped to survive.
"Five days to the Imperial fleet's last known location," he thought to himself. "If the fleet isn't still there I'm dead."
Five days later...
His shuttle entered orbit around a barren ball of ice unworthy of any name. The slowly drifting hulks of a dozen Chaos and Imperial ships greeted his arrival. His spirits fell, as he found no signs of life in the drifting masses of metal.
"The Emperor's will be done," he muttered to himself. He slowly piloted his shuttle to the most intact Imperial ship deftly avoiding the debris fields floating in space. "I will survive and overcome," he thought to himself. "I will fulfill my vow to the Emperor and to my men." He smirked to himself as he spoke a loud to the empty cabin; "Ranma Saotome doesn't give up."
End Prologue...
Author's Notes: I expect minor errors in some of my Warhammer 40k info.
Also I will explain what Ranma is doing in the WHR40K universe [at some point].
Chapter 1: "Return of the Horse"
Six centuries later...
"Sir, multiple space hulks bearing 14 degrees starboard."
"Helmsman turn 14 degrees starboard and cut engines to one half forward," a tall blonde man yelled. The Captain adjusted his hat on his nearly hairless skull and turned to a nearby tech. "Any signs of activity from the space hulks."
"Faint signal detected from one ship sir," a techno-priest replied. "It's a emergency marker beacon belonging to the 'Faith's Shield'."
" Helmsman stop 60 kays from the 'Faith Shield'," the Captain ordered. The Captain turned to his right and spoke to a stern individual with one eye. "Will you be leading the boarding party, Commissar?"
"Of course," Commissar Hale replied before leaving the ship's bridge.
Three hours later...
"Commissar, first squad has found something." An excited voice called over the legion's comm. net.
The Commissar lengthened his stride as he ignored chaffing of his heavy pressure suit as he walked through the ruined ship passageway. Several bulkheads later he found a squad surround a pressure door mounted in a bulkhead. "Well [Commissar Rule #1: Say very little so you remain mysterious and deadly in the eyes of your men]?"
"Sir, we found a intact hatch and a message." A nervous soldier said as he attempted to execute a proper salute in his pressure suit.
"Stand aside," the Commissar, said. The soldier's quickly cleared a path to the hatch. A fire blackened hatch sat at the end of the passageway. The commissar quickly noted an odd message burn into the hatch.
"Friends of the Emperor knock and be welcomed.
Challengers use aft airlock.
-R. Saotome"
"Saotome," the Commissar said to himself. The Commissar took a second to compose himself before speaking. "Right we going in look sharp but, don't fire without my order.
The Commissar stopped himself before touching the hatch and then knocked on the cold metal. A dull metal ringing met his knock. He then managed to open the protesting door with the help of one of the soldiers. They were surprised to find a crude airlock fashioned behind the door. The Commissar signaled four men to join him in the airlock
Once inside the Imperial levee closed the door behind them. A quick inspection of the second door revealed no obvious traps. The Commissar signaled the men to open the second door.
The Commissar tried to calm himself, as the second door slowly forced open by the Imperial soldiers. If they found him even the Emperor on his throne in Terra would likely notice. The ancient legends around Saotome varied, but no one disputed he fought with the Emperor in the Imperium's darkest hour.
The screeching of metal interrupted the Commissar's thoughts. The second door slowly opened on its rusty hinges and revealed the room inside to the amazed men.
The room inside was revealed to be a former messhall converted into a jerry-rigged greenhouse. Green plants swayed slowly in hydroponics tanks filled the room along the walls. "We have a atmosphere, sir." A soldier said as he checked a scanner on his suit. "It seems to be breathable."
"Stay buttoned up," the Commissar said before leading the squad forward. The room was lit by a series of different lights bolted to the rooms ceiling. A series of small portable heaters also ran across the floor of the room. The squad cautiously made its way through the room and towards an open doorway beyond. The room was the kitchen of the ship's galley and was filled with overflowing crates of equipment and tools on one side and crates of weapons on the other side. Two heavy doors exited from the room. The first door lead to a latrine and the second opened to the ship's freezer.
"Oh shit," an Imperial levee said as he looked into the freezer. He was pushed roughly aside as the Commissar walked past.
In the ship's freezer a large shape sat against one wall. The thick layer of ice covering an object blurred the humanoid form inside.
The Commissar showed no surprised at the find [Commissar Rule #2: Never act surprised.] "I want the body and the equipment in the other room collected now," the Commissar said several seconds later.
Crackle, Snap, Pop
Everyone in the room turned to the ice shrouded body in disbelief, as the noise grew stronger. Several men trained their lasrifles [laser rifles] at the figure as a gauntlet tore through the ice. Blocks of ice crashed to the floor as the figure ripped itself from the ice. After a minute a seven-foot tall figure in black and gold armor assault armor stood before the surprised men. The figure reached up and removed his black helmet.
A shaggy head of black hair and a beard was revealed as the figure removed his helmet. Two stern blue eyes fixed the commissar in place. "Commissar," the figure said. "I'm Ranma Saotome of the Deathwatch. I'm happy to see you."
***Eyecatch***
"Enlist today for you planet's Imperial Legion founding for the future of mankind and for the Emperor. Leave your cramp hive city and enjoy the benefits of the Imperial Legion. Your benefits will include: free travel to distant locales, free technical training, rights to settle on any planet you Regiment captures, killing Chaos filth, and of course killing aliens.
And in the chance you should die doing your duty to the Emperor. Your deeds will be remembered and your name inscribed in the book of hero's on Terra.
Enlist now."
***End Eye catch***
The Imperial soldiers realizing there weren't about to be ripped apart by some Chaos monstrosity lower their weapons.
The Commissar realizing whom he was speaking came to attention and executed a swift salute. "Commissar Hale, commander of the 24th Vasper Legion at your service sir." The Imperial soldiers followed their commander's lead and saluted with their rifles.
"Excellent Commissar. I have need of your ship and your Legion," Saotome replied.
"Yes sir," Hale replied.
"I intercepted a transmission recently of an Imperial world in need of help.," he said to the commissar. Ranma turned to the Imperial legion soldiers and spoke, "I want every man to grab all the weapons and ammo they can carry. We're going bug hunting."
Author's Note: Yes, I created a new chapter for Ranma to be a member of. After several days of surfing the internet, I have yet to find a suitable chapter for Ranma. I considered the following chapters: Blood Angles, Ultramarines, Dark Templars, Black Templars, and White Scars.
[ ] Author's comment.
Sound
Ranma/WHR40K crossover
Started: 04-13-2001
Author's Note: A list of terms and definitions are at the end of Chapter 1 for those not familiar with Warhammer 40k.
Prologue: "A Lost Horse"
In the darkness of space a large mass of metal shaped like a cross between a cathedral and a ship sped silently through the night. The large mass of metal was the Imperial ship the "Emperor's Mercy," which was silently stalking Chaos scout ship. Inside the ship the crew cautiously followed their prey, while attempting to remain undetected by the smaller ship's sensors.
In a dark corner of the "Emperor's Mercy's" bridge a figure stood in black and gold power armor. The mission was his idea and so would any failure rest on his shoulders. He'd ordered the Chaos ship pursued instead of being attacked. Success would mean the Imperial fleet could ambush the Chaos fleet operating in this galaxy with the odds in their favor. Failure could result in the destruction of the destroyer and possibly alert the enemy fleet to the Imperial fleet in the area.
The Imperial ship slowly followed the enemy scout into a large asteroid belt at the edge of the system. The observer on the bridge watched the technician to his right bolt upright. "Captain, multiple ships detected in the belt."
The tall brooding man in the center of the bridge turned to the radar technician. "Has the enemy got our location," the Captain demanded.
"Sir, we've got three fire control radars locked on us."
"Order battle stations," the Captain bellowed to his crew. The Captain turned to the figure in the darkness. "Any orders, Sir." The Captain spit his sentence at the shadow-hidden figure.
"Our mission is scrubbed, I'll leave the egress to you Captain," the figure said before moving to a nearby hatch. "I'll prepare my men for boarders," he said before exiting the room.
Two hours later...
The chase had lasted several hours but the four Chaos destroyers had caught up to the fleeing Imperial ship. The Imperial ship fought well and caught one Chaos ship with a broadside. The Chaos ship returned fire on the Imperial ship quickly converting it into a mile long piece of twisted and blackened metal. The Chaos ship slowly scanned the ship before disappearing into the darkness.
Several hours later in a partially destroyed hangar bay a figure in black and gold power armor worked. The figure was methodically loading a slightly damaged shuttle with supplies. After several minutes the figure entered the shuttle and sealed the hatch behind him. He slowly made his way through the packed cargo hold carefully avoiding the food, water, and weapons he'd managed to salvage from the destroyed ship. He then entered the cockpit and four body bags that contained his squad members. They had died quickly, when their quarters had received a hit from a Chaos ship's lance. He couldn't allow himself to dwell on their fate now.
He wedges his armored bulk into the pilot's chair and strapped himself in. He launched the damaged shuttle through a large hole in the ship's hangar bay and into the vastness of space beyond. He then set the shuttle into a path to where the Imperial fleet should be.
The shuttle's hull integrity was shot and he would be forced to spend the five days in his armor. He then jerry-rigged a power connection from the shuttle's power system to his armor to keep his armor's air scrubbers going. While space marine armor could keep a man alive even in the depths of space, the suits still depended on batteries for their power. With the improvised power supply, he hoped to survive.
"Five days to the Imperial fleet's last known location," he thought to himself. "If the fleet isn't still there I'm dead."
Five days later...
His shuttle entered orbit around a barren ball of ice unworthy of any name. The slowly drifting hulks of a dozen Chaos and Imperial ships greeted his arrival. His spirits fell, as he found no signs of life in the drifting masses of metal.
"The Emperor's will be done," he muttered to himself. He slowly piloted his shuttle to the most intact Imperial ship deftly avoiding the debris fields floating in space. "I will survive and overcome," he thought to himself. "I will fulfill my vow to the Emperor and to my men." He smirked to himself as he spoke a loud to the empty cabin; "Ranma Saotome doesn't give up."
End Prologue...
Author's Notes: I expect minor errors in some of my Warhammer 40k info.
Also I will explain what Ranma is doing in the WHR40K universe [at some point].
Chapter 1: "Return of the Horse"
Six centuries later...
"Sir, multiple space hulks bearing 14 degrees starboard."
"Helmsman turn 14 degrees starboard and cut engines to one half forward," a tall blonde man yelled. The Captain adjusted his hat on his nearly hairless skull and turned to a nearby tech. "Any signs of activity from the space hulks."
"Faint signal detected from one ship sir," a techno-priest replied. "It's a emergency marker beacon belonging to the 'Faith's Shield'."
" Helmsman stop 60 kays from the 'Faith Shield'," the Captain ordered. The Captain turned to his right and spoke to a stern individual with one eye. "Will you be leading the boarding party, Commissar?"
"Of course," Commissar Hale replied before leaving the ship's bridge.
Three hours later...
"Commissar, first squad has found something." An excited voice called over the legion's comm. net.
The Commissar lengthened his stride as he ignored chaffing of his heavy pressure suit as he walked through the ruined ship passageway. Several bulkheads later he found a squad surround a pressure door mounted in a bulkhead. "Well [Commissar Rule #1: Say very little so you remain mysterious and deadly in the eyes of your men]?"
"Sir, we found a intact hatch and a message." A nervous soldier said as he attempted to execute a proper salute in his pressure suit.
"Stand aside," the Commissar, said. The soldier's quickly cleared a path to the hatch. A fire blackened hatch sat at the end of the passageway. The commissar quickly noted an odd message burn into the hatch.
"Friends of the Emperor knock and be welcomed.
Challengers use aft airlock.
-R. Saotome"
"Saotome," the Commissar said to himself. The Commissar took a second to compose himself before speaking. "Right we going in look sharp but, don't fire without my order.
The Commissar stopped himself before touching the hatch and then knocked on the cold metal. A dull metal ringing met his knock. He then managed to open the protesting door with the help of one of the soldiers. They were surprised to find a crude airlock fashioned behind the door. The Commissar signaled four men to join him in the airlock
Once inside the Imperial levee closed the door behind them. A quick inspection of the second door revealed no obvious traps. The Commissar signaled the men to open the second door.
The Commissar tried to calm himself, as the second door slowly forced open by the Imperial soldiers. If they found him even the Emperor on his throne in Terra would likely notice. The ancient legends around Saotome varied, but no one disputed he fought with the Emperor in the Imperium's darkest hour.
The screeching of metal interrupted the Commissar's thoughts. The second door slowly opened on its rusty hinges and revealed the room inside to the amazed men.
The room inside was revealed to be a former messhall converted into a jerry-rigged greenhouse. Green plants swayed slowly in hydroponics tanks filled the room along the walls. "We have a atmosphere, sir." A soldier said as he checked a scanner on his suit. "It seems to be breathable."
"Stay buttoned up," the Commissar said before leading the squad forward. The room was lit by a series of different lights bolted to the rooms ceiling. A series of small portable heaters also ran across the floor of the room. The squad cautiously made its way through the room and towards an open doorway beyond. The room was the kitchen of the ship's galley and was filled with overflowing crates of equipment and tools on one side and crates of weapons on the other side. Two heavy doors exited from the room. The first door lead to a latrine and the second opened to the ship's freezer.
"Oh shit," an Imperial levee said as he looked into the freezer. He was pushed roughly aside as the Commissar walked past.
In the ship's freezer a large shape sat against one wall. The thick layer of ice covering an object blurred the humanoid form inside.
The Commissar showed no surprised at the find [Commissar Rule #2: Never act surprised.] "I want the body and the equipment in the other room collected now," the Commissar said several seconds later.
Crackle, Snap, Pop
Everyone in the room turned to the ice shrouded body in disbelief, as the noise grew stronger. Several men trained their lasrifles [laser rifles] at the figure as a gauntlet tore through the ice. Blocks of ice crashed to the floor as the figure ripped itself from the ice. After a minute a seven-foot tall figure in black and gold armor assault armor stood before the surprised men. The figure reached up and removed his black helmet.
A shaggy head of black hair and a beard was revealed as the figure removed his helmet. Two stern blue eyes fixed the commissar in place. "Commissar," the figure said. "I'm Ranma Saotome of the Deathwatch. I'm happy to see you."
***Eyecatch***
"Enlist today for you planet's Imperial Legion founding for the future of mankind and for the Emperor. Leave your cramp hive city and enjoy the benefits of the Imperial Legion. Your benefits will include: free travel to distant locales, free technical training, rights to settle on any planet you Regiment captures, killing Chaos filth, and of course killing aliens.
And in the chance you should die doing your duty to the Emperor. Your deeds will be remembered and your name inscribed in the book of hero's on Terra.
Enlist now."
***End Eye catch***
The Imperial soldiers realizing there weren't about to be ripped apart by some Chaos monstrosity lower their weapons.
The Commissar realizing whom he was speaking came to attention and executed a swift salute. "Commissar Hale, commander of the 24th Vasper Legion at your service sir." The Imperial soldiers followed their commander's lead and saluted with their rifles.
"Excellent Commissar. I have need of your ship and your Legion," Saotome replied.
"Yes sir," Hale replied.
"I intercepted a transmission recently of an Imperial world in need of help.," he said to the commissar. Ranma turned to the Imperial legion soldiers and spoke, "I want every man to grab all the weapons and ammo they can carry. We're going bug hunting."
Author's Note: Yes, I created a new chapter for Ranma to be a member of. After several days of surfing the internet, I have yet to find a suitable chapter for Ranma. I considered the following chapters: Blood Angles, Ultramarines, Dark Templars, Black Templars, and White Scars.
