|\v/| Primal Chaos
|=_=| [rn][xo:fus][bw] A Ranma 1/2 / Beast Wars crossover fusion
:\_/: Part 2: The cat's out of the bag.
"We're not getting married," Akane told Ranma as they (Ranma,
Nabiki and herself) made their way to school. "Don't hang around
us at school."
"Like I'd marry a macho chick like you," the cheetah exclaimed from
on top of the fence.
"So it's just between Kasumi and me?" Nabiki asked and looked up at
him smugly. "Anyway, why are you a cheetah now?"
"Why not? It's good training and I need to get used to this form."
"What do you think people will do if they see a cheetah running
around town?" Akane demanded.
"We could always get him a collar and say he's our pet," Nabiki
suggested.
"Don't even think about it," the cheetah sniffed and lashed his tail.
"You'd better transform before we get to school," Akane warned,
"people will think you're weird enough as it is."
"Whatever," the cheetah snorted but hopped off of the fence,
maximised then landed on his feet. He was promptly doused in
water.
Casting a glare at the oblivious old woman, he shook his furred
armor dry and muttered under his breath. Ever since being
reformatted he hated getting wet; even when in his cyborg mode but
especially in beast mode. Wet fur stank.
"Say, Akane, shouldn't you be getting ready to greet your
admirers?" Nabiki asked as she sidled up to Ranma.
"That's right," Akane growled as she wound herself up and started
to charge forward. "I ... hate ... boys!"
---
"Does this happen often?" Ranma asked as he surveyed the carnage.
"Every single morning," Nabiki explained. "Don't worry about
Akane. She always finishes her fights before school. Hurry up and
get into the school now or we'll be late!"
"But ...," Ranma protested as Nabiki pulled him away.
On the field of battle, a kendoist challenged Akane after she was
exhausted by the morning horde but somehow, as always, she won.
---
Ranma found classes to be very relaxing. Whether it was his feline
instincts or just his nature, Ranma enjoyed the opportunity to
catnap; much to the annoyance of his teachers.
Akane tried to ignore him despite the questions asked between (and
sometimes during) class. She tried to ignore the questions as
well. "Who is he?" "Why is he wearing body armor?" "Does he have
a girlfriend?" "Why was Nabiki hanging onto him?" "Can I have his
number?" "How does he put those spots in his hair?" and "What is
the capital of Belgium?"
In hindsight there were some questions she shouldn't have ignored.
Especially when the teacher was doing the asking. Bucket duty was
all that darn Ranma's fault anyway. Seethe, seethe, simmer and boil.
Nabiki was fuming herself, but for a different reason. He wasn't
in her class and, to make matters worse, he was in Akane's. Oh,
sure her little sister professed to dislike boys but that oh-so
hard-to-get act only seemed to make them fall for her even harder.
Tatewaki Kuno was oblivious to the strangers existence. Actually
he was pretty much just oblivious but, what else was news?
Ryoga, with a little help from his new 'friends' managed to make
it to school early; by several weeks ahead of schedule.
---
"Tell me, where is Saotome Ranma?"
"Who?" the boy hanging from Ryoga's fist asked, took a look at the
lost beast warrior's body, took notice of the black and golden armor
and hazarded a guess. "Do you mean him?"
Ryoga, with his hated enemy in sight at last, tossed the
unfortunate boy over his shoulder and charged in for a sneak
attack.
Nabiki found herself lifted into Ranma's arms and carried away as
a crater appeared where they had been standing.
"Still good at running away, eh, Ranma?" Ryoga asked as he stood
over the crater with his armoured fist still planted in the ground.
"Ranma, do you know this guy?" Nabiki asked as Ranma set her down.
"No... he's not one of the Musk, but it's obvious that he's been
reformatted. Wait he's ..." Ranma placed two fingers on his
forehead and concentrated. Then clicked his fingers and revelled,
"nope! No idea."
"Don't pretend you don't know me, Ranma," Ryoga growled. "I'll
never forgive you for running out on our duel of honour."
"Hey, I never back down from a challenge," Ranma protested. "The
only fight I missed was ... Wait, you're Hibiki Ryoga, aren't
you. Man, I waited three days for you to show up."
"And when I got there on the forth day, you had already run off to
China."
"Say, the fight was only five hundred yards from your house. How
come it took you four days to get there?"
Furiously Ryoga shrieked, "did you think I was out for a stroll? I
went through hell to find where you moved that vacant lot!"
"Excuse me," Nabiki asked in disbelief, "but if your sense of
direction is that bad, how did you track Ranma through China?"
Things went downhill from there.
---
By an unspoken agreement they fought as martial artists. Their
cyborg modes didn't, after all, come equipped with weapons but
Ryoga retained his favourites: his bandannas and even his belt. As
such the fight went along the lines you would expect, except that
Nabiki wasn't a trained martial artist like Akane. Where a martial
artist might have sensed danger fast enough to avoid more than a
bad hair cut, Nabiki received a seriously bad hair cut.
The energon charged bandanna sliced through her neck!
Ranma released a primal roar and automatically transformed into
beast mode. Ryoga took one look at him and panicked; racing off
screaming, "c-c-c-at!!"
Ranma ignored him. Had his anger turned to revenge, the golden
rocket would have easily outpaced the lost cyborg. Instead
something else was processing deep inside Ranma's core. Nabiki
was dying before his nose and he had no way to save her ... except
that need provided the way.
"Ranimus Primal, Maximise!"
Energon sparked off his finish as he was transformed. His chest
plate swung away to reveal his spark burning fiercely deep within
the core of his shell. Operating on pure instinct his sensors
swept the area. He needed an animal. He needed ... there.
Somehow it seemed appropriate.
The light of his soul shone forth and Nabiki was reforged.
---
The brown housecat hissed and arched her back at the intruder.
"Don't you puff your fur up at me, Nabiki," Genma chided with a wag
of his finger as he walked into the dojo. "I know it's difficult,
but once you adjust you'll be fine. Ranma went through the same
thing at first." Under his breath he added, 'though he had a good
excuse.'
"Careful, Big Cat," Ranma warned. "She seems a little protective
of me."
"So I see," Genma deadpanned as he tried to shake the oversized
housecat off of his arm. "Bad Nabiki! Bad! You mustn't bite
people, Kitten."
Ranma pulled Nabiki off of his father. She hesitated before
letting go, but then set to rubbing up against him and licking his
cheek.
"So what the heck happened?" Ranma tried to ignore the overly
affectionate bundle of fur. "That wasn't the way we were
reformatted, so I don't think the Musk do it that way."
"I have no idea, Son, but maybe they do do it that way, and the
chamber we used was just a backup? However, you know what this
means, don't you? Now you will have to marry the girl!"
"How the heck do you figure that?" Ranma demanded.
"Well, now you're made for each other," Genma explained the obvious
point.
Ranma decided that it was time to do some sparing with his father.
---
Ryoga wandered through the woods lost in misery. He'd been so
caught up in trying to destroy, Ranma for all the misery and
humiliation he'd been put through, that he'd attacked blind to
the innocents that would be caught up in the battle. Then he'd
killed a girl. He deserved it if a c-c-c-cat caught his rat form
and ate him.
A cat just like the one playing with Ranma over there. It would
serve him right if ....
Wait, what was Ranma doing in the mountains? Where did the house
come from? And who was that hitting him with the broom?
Like all good housewives, Kasumi hated rats, but she wasn't the
type to jump on a table and scream for help. She was the type to
keep her cool and bash the vermin into roadkill. It was one of the
few things to which she put her early childhood martial arts
training to good use.
(Broomstick bo style was a very popular technique with the women of
Nerima ever since her mother had introduced it. Not so popular
with the menfolk, but then they were usually on the receiving end.)
However, even as a cybernetic rat, Ryoga was still a martial
artist of great constitution. The blows to the head were hardly
felt but still somewhat annoying.
"Oh, spam!" Kasumi exclaimed as Ryoga maximised before her.
Ryoga opened his mouth to explain himself when a cry of "Die You
Bastard!" caught his attention. He spun around to find an angry
girl attacking him with a budda statue; then a set of training
weights and whatever else came to hand.
Akane worked off her frustration. She couldn't blame Ranma for
saving her sisters life, even if she could blame him for the side
effects, but she could take it out on the boy who endangered it.
---
"Back away from them, Ryoga," Ranimus Primal ordered from the
doorway. "This is just prime. First you nearly kill Nabiki, now
you sneak in here to attack these girls. Your fight is supposed
to be with me, Ryoga. It seems that Nabiki was right and you have
no honour!"
"Wait, no," Ryoga protested, "that's not the way it is. This isn't
what it looks like. They attacked me! Would you cut that out you
violent tomboy!!"
"You snuck up on my sister," Akane growled, furious that her best
attacks had so little effect on the intruder. "Who knows what you
were going to do to her!? Die Ryoga!" Ineffective clobbering
continued unabated.
Nabiki arched her back and hissed at Ryoga from Ranma's shoulder
then launched herself at the lost rat-boy.
"Nabiki, no!" Ranma yelled and reached for her but too late to stop
her from pouncing onto her prey. "Not again!"
"C-c-c-cat!" Ryoga screamed as the reformatted girl landed on his
face and he started running in circles yelling, "get it off! Get
it off!"
Ranma perspired. Was that what he looked like while suffering from
cat-fist syndrome before being reformatted? That cure was one
thing he could have thanked his father for, if it had been
intentional. Well, even though he could sympathise, he didn't
think Ryoga deserved it. With a cry of "Beast Mode!" he
transformed and leapt at Ryoga.
Paws kicked at Ryoga's chest while his mouth clasped gently around
the scruff of Nabiki's neck and pulled her off. With a mighty
thrust of his hind legs, he sprang away to deposit Nabiki in
Kasumi's arms then launched himself back at Ryoga.
Effective clobbering proceeded from there. Until Ranma lost Ryoga at
a turn, that is.
---
Nabiki licked herself clean, studied herself intently in the
mirror and frowned. After the attack on Ryoga her mind had snapped
back to herself, but she was still locked in 'beast mode' as Ranma
called it. She was a fairly nice cat, but while it was a good mode
to visit, she wouldn't want to stay in it.
"Frag it," she muttered as she realised she just licked herself
clean. With her luck she'd get furballs gumming her gears or
something. Stupid cat reflex actions. "Now how do I transform?"
Hearing Ranma return she padded out to the dojo to find him arguing
with Akane.
"Come on, Ranma," Akane wheedled, "please! I know you can do it.
What if that monster comes back while you're not here to protect
us?"
"Forget it, Akane! I don't know how I reformatted Nabiki, and even
if I did, we still don't know if she'll recover from the shock."
"I'm just prime now, Ranma," Nabiki said as she padded up to him
and rubbed against his leg. She froze and shook herself. "I think
you'd better teach me how to transform though."
Ranma scratched his blonde hair. "I never had any problem with
_that_. I just concentrate and let the warrior within come forth."
"I'm not a martial artist," Nabiki reminded him sourly.
"So? It's not that hard. Try it."
Nabiki frowned. She wasn't a warrior, but maybe she could call
forth her inner Ice Queen .... Now what did Ranma say when he
transformed? It was something like, "Nabiki, maximise!"
Ranma and Akane watched as the oversized housecat reformed into a
mechanised Nabiki. The cybernetic girl preened and examined
herself. He humanoid form was similar in design to Ranma's but
curvier. "Now this," she remarked with a pleased grin as she
fingered her helmet-cut of now bronzed hair and ran a hand over her
sleek furred armor, "this I like just prime!"
---
Kuno Tatewaki believed a great martial artist. Indeed he believed
himself to be a samurai of the old code of honour. As such he also
believed himself to be a romantic hero in the eyes of his true
love.
(Once he believed himself to be a sugar plum fairy, but that's a
different story. Besides, he'd learned not to drink his sister's
tea since then. Though some would say he learned too late to avoid
permanent brain damage.)
A martial artist', no a samurai's, duty was to destroy monsters
and protect the innocent - especially when the innocent were
beautiful maidens - double especially when they were his one true
love!
"Foul monster," he decried as he ordered a silver coated katana
from ebay. "Your days of terrorising the Tendo home are numbered.
I shall destroy you before you turn more innocent girls into cats!"
He paused then as calling Nabiki innocent stretched the bounds of
even his elastic personal view of reality. Then he snapped back to
his rant. "Never fear, Akane, for I shall surely free your family
from that were-creature's tyranny, then you will at last leap into
my arms ...." Then they would do a bit of that, and some of this,
and lots of those!
It seemed that he had put two and two together and came up with four
point one; which was unusually accurate for him but still missed
the mark.
---end part 2---
|=_=| [rn][xo:fus][bw] A Ranma 1/2 / Beast Wars crossover fusion
:\_/: Part 2: The cat's out of the bag.
"We're not getting married," Akane told Ranma as they (Ranma,
Nabiki and herself) made their way to school. "Don't hang around
us at school."
"Like I'd marry a macho chick like you," the cheetah exclaimed from
on top of the fence.
"So it's just between Kasumi and me?" Nabiki asked and looked up at
him smugly. "Anyway, why are you a cheetah now?"
"Why not? It's good training and I need to get used to this form."
"What do you think people will do if they see a cheetah running
around town?" Akane demanded.
"We could always get him a collar and say he's our pet," Nabiki
suggested.
"Don't even think about it," the cheetah sniffed and lashed his tail.
"You'd better transform before we get to school," Akane warned,
"people will think you're weird enough as it is."
"Whatever," the cheetah snorted but hopped off of the fence,
maximised then landed on his feet. He was promptly doused in
water.
Casting a glare at the oblivious old woman, he shook his furred
armor dry and muttered under his breath. Ever since being
reformatted he hated getting wet; even when in his cyborg mode but
especially in beast mode. Wet fur stank.
"Say, Akane, shouldn't you be getting ready to greet your
admirers?" Nabiki asked as she sidled up to Ranma.
"That's right," Akane growled as she wound herself up and started
to charge forward. "I ... hate ... boys!"
---
"Does this happen often?" Ranma asked as he surveyed the carnage.
"Every single morning," Nabiki explained. "Don't worry about
Akane. She always finishes her fights before school. Hurry up and
get into the school now or we'll be late!"
"But ...," Ranma protested as Nabiki pulled him away.
On the field of battle, a kendoist challenged Akane after she was
exhausted by the morning horde but somehow, as always, she won.
---
Ranma found classes to be very relaxing. Whether it was his feline
instincts or just his nature, Ranma enjoyed the opportunity to
catnap; much to the annoyance of his teachers.
Akane tried to ignore him despite the questions asked between (and
sometimes during) class. She tried to ignore the questions as
well. "Who is he?" "Why is he wearing body armor?" "Does he have
a girlfriend?" "Why was Nabiki hanging onto him?" "Can I have his
number?" "How does he put those spots in his hair?" and "What is
the capital of Belgium?"
In hindsight there were some questions she shouldn't have ignored.
Especially when the teacher was doing the asking. Bucket duty was
all that darn Ranma's fault anyway. Seethe, seethe, simmer and boil.
Nabiki was fuming herself, but for a different reason. He wasn't
in her class and, to make matters worse, he was in Akane's. Oh,
sure her little sister professed to dislike boys but that oh-so
hard-to-get act only seemed to make them fall for her even harder.
Tatewaki Kuno was oblivious to the strangers existence. Actually
he was pretty much just oblivious but, what else was news?
Ryoga, with a little help from his new 'friends' managed to make
it to school early; by several weeks ahead of schedule.
---
"Tell me, where is Saotome Ranma?"
"Who?" the boy hanging from Ryoga's fist asked, took a look at the
lost beast warrior's body, took notice of the black and golden armor
and hazarded a guess. "Do you mean him?"
Ryoga, with his hated enemy in sight at last, tossed the
unfortunate boy over his shoulder and charged in for a sneak
attack.
Nabiki found herself lifted into Ranma's arms and carried away as
a crater appeared where they had been standing.
"Still good at running away, eh, Ranma?" Ryoga asked as he stood
over the crater with his armoured fist still planted in the ground.
"Ranma, do you know this guy?" Nabiki asked as Ranma set her down.
"No... he's not one of the Musk, but it's obvious that he's been
reformatted. Wait he's ..." Ranma placed two fingers on his
forehead and concentrated. Then clicked his fingers and revelled,
"nope! No idea."
"Don't pretend you don't know me, Ranma," Ryoga growled. "I'll
never forgive you for running out on our duel of honour."
"Hey, I never back down from a challenge," Ranma protested. "The
only fight I missed was ... Wait, you're Hibiki Ryoga, aren't
you. Man, I waited three days for you to show up."
"And when I got there on the forth day, you had already run off to
China."
"Say, the fight was only five hundred yards from your house. How
come it took you four days to get there?"
Furiously Ryoga shrieked, "did you think I was out for a stroll? I
went through hell to find where you moved that vacant lot!"
"Excuse me," Nabiki asked in disbelief, "but if your sense of
direction is that bad, how did you track Ranma through China?"
Things went downhill from there.
---
By an unspoken agreement they fought as martial artists. Their
cyborg modes didn't, after all, come equipped with weapons but
Ryoga retained his favourites: his bandannas and even his belt. As
such the fight went along the lines you would expect, except that
Nabiki wasn't a trained martial artist like Akane. Where a martial
artist might have sensed danger fast enough to avoid more than a
bad hair cut, Nabiki received a seriously bad hair cut.
The energon charged bandanna sliced through her neck!
Ranma released a primal roar and automatically transformed into
beast mode. Ryoga took one look at him and panicked; racing off
screaming, "c-c-c-at!!"
Ranma ignored him. Had his anger turned to revenge, the golden
rocket would have easily outpaced the lost cyborg. Instead
something else was processing deep inside Ranma's core. Nabiki
was dying before his nose and he had no way to save her ... except
that need provided the way.
"Ranimus Primal, Maximise!"
Energon sparked off his finish as he was transformed. His chest
plate swung away to reveal his spark burning fiercely deep within
the core of his shell. Operating on pure instinct his sensors
swept the area. He needed an animal. He needed ... there.
Somehow it seemed appropriate.
The light of his soul shone forth and Nabiki was reforged.
---
The brown housecat hissed and arched her back at the intruder.
"Don't you puff your fur up at me, Nabiki," Genma chided with a wag
of his finger as he walked into the dojo. "I know it's difficult,
but once you adjust you'll be fine. Ranma went through the same
thing at first." Under his breath he added, 'though he had a good
excuse.'
"Careful, Big Cat," Ranma warned. "She seems a little protective
of me."
"So I see," Genma deadpanned as he tried to shake the oversized
housecat off of his arm. "Bad Nabiki! Bad! You mustn't bite
people, Kitten."
Ranma pulled Nabiki off of his father. She hesitated before
letting go, but then set to rubbing up against him and licking his
cheek.
"So what the heck happened?" Ranma tried to ignore the overly
affectionate bundle of fur. "That wasn't the way we were
reformatted, so I don't think the Musk do it that way."
"I have no idea, Son, but maybe they do do it that way, and the
chamber we used was just a backup? However, you know what this
means, don't you? Now you will have to marry the girl!"
"How the heck do you figure that?" Ranma demanded.
"Well, now you're made for each other," Genma explained the obvious
point.
Ranma decided that it was time to do some sparing with his father.
---
Ryoga wandered through the woods lost in misery. He'd been so
caught up in trying to destroy, Ranma for all the misery and
humiliation he'd been put through, that he'd attacked blind to
the innocents that would be caught up in the battle. Then he'd
killed a girl. He deserved it if a c-c-c-cat caught his rat form
and ate him.
A cat just like the one playing with Ranma over there. It would
serve him right if ....
Wait, what was Ranma doing in the mountains? Where did the house
come from? And who was that hitting him with the broom?
Like all good housewives, Kasumi hated rats, but she wasn't the
type to jump on a table and scream for help. She was the type to
keep her cool and bash the vermin into roadkill. It was one of the
few things to which she put her early childhood martial arts
training to good use.
(Broomstick bo style was a very popular technique with the women of
Nerima ever since her mother had introduced it. Not so popular
with the menfolk, but then they were usually on the receiving end.)
However, even as a cybernetic rat, Ryoga was still a martial
artist of great constitution. The blows to the head were hardly
felt but still somewhat annoying.
"Oh, spam!" Kasumi exclaimed as Ryoga maximised before her.
Ryoga opened his mouth to explain himself when a cry of "Die You
Bastard!" caught his attention. He spun around to find an angry
girl attacking him with a budda statue; then a set of training
weights and whatever else came to hand.
Akane worked off her frustration. She couldn't blame Ranma for
saving her sisters life, even if she could blame him for the side
effects, but she could take it out on the boy who endangered it.
---
"Back away from them, Ryoga," Ranimus Primal ordered from the
doorway. "This is just prime. First you nearly kill Nabiki, now
you sneak in here to attack these girls. Your fight is supposed
to be with me, Ryoga. It seems that Nabiki was right and you have
no honour!"
"Wait, no," Ryoga protested, "that's not the way it is. This isn't
what it looks like. They attacked me! Would you cut that out you
violent tomboy!!"
"You snuck up on my sister," Akane growled, furious that her best
attacks had so little effect on the intruder. "Who knows what you
were going to do to her!? Die Ryoga!" Ineffective clobbering
continued unabated.
Nabiki arched her back and hissed at Ryoga from Ranma's shoulder
then launched herself at the lost rat-boy.
"Nabiki, no!" Ranma yelled and reached for her but too late to stop
her from pouncing onto her prey. "Not again!"
"C-c-c-cat!" Ryoga screamed as the reformatted girl landed on his
face and he started running in circles yelling, "get it off! Get
it off!"
Ranma perspired. Was that what he looked like while suffering from
cat-fist syndrome before being reformatted? That cure was one
thing he could have thanked his father for, if it had been
intentional. Well, even though he could sympathise, he didn't
think Ryoga deserved it. With a cry of "Beast Mode!" he
transformed and leapt at Ryoga.
Paws kicked at Ryoga's chest while his mouth clasped gently around
the scruff of Nabiki's neck and pulled her off. With a mighty
thrust of his hind legs, he sprang away to deposit Nabiki in
Kasumi's arms then launched himself back at Ryoga.
Effective clobbering proceeded from there. Until Ranma lost Ryoga at
a turn, that is.
---
Nabiki licked herself clean, studied herself intently in the
mirror and frowned. After the attack on Ryoga her mind had snapped
back to herself, but she was still locked in 'beast mode' as Ranma
called it. She was a fairly nice cat, but while it was a good mode
to visit, she wouldn't want to stay in it.
"Frag it," she muttered as she realised she just licked herself
clean. With her luck she'd get furballs gumming her gears or
something. Stupid cat reflex actions. "Now how do I transform?"
Hearing Ranma return she padded out to the dojo to find him arguing
with Akane.
"Come on, Ranma," Akane wheedled, "please! I know you can do it.
What if that monster comes back while you're not here to protect
us?"
"Forget it, Akane! I don't know how I reformatted Nabiki, and even
if I did, we still don't know if she'll recover from the shock."
"I'm just prime now, Ranma," Nabiki said as she padded up to him
and rubbed against his leg. She froze and shook herself. "I think
you'd better teach me how to transform though."
Ranma scratched his blonde hair. "I never had any problem with
_that_. I just concentrate and let the warrior within come forth."
"I'm not a martial artist," Nabiki reminded him sourly.
"So? It's not that hard. Try it."
Nabiki frowned. She wasn't a warrior, but maybe she could call
forth her inner Ice Queen .... Now what did Ranma say when he
transformed? It was something like, "Nabiki, maximise!"
Ranma and Akane watched as the oversized housecat reformed into a
mechanised Nabiki. The cybernetic girl preened and examined
herself. He humanoid form was similar in design to Ranma's but
curvier. "Now this," she remarked with a pleased grin as she
fingered her helmet-cut of now bronzed hair and ran a hand over her
sleek furred armor, "this I like just prime!"
---
Kuno Tatewaki believed a great martial artist. Indeed he believed
himself to be a samurai of the old code of honour. As such he also
believed himself to be a romantic hero in the eyes of his true
love.
(Once he believed himself to be a sugar plum fairy, but that's a
different story. Besides, he'd learned not to drink his sister's
tea since then. Though some would say he learned too late to avoid
permanent brain damage.)
A martial artist', no a samurai's, duty was to destroy monsters
and protect the innocent - especially when the innocent were
beautiful maidens - double especially when they were his one true
love!
"Foul monster," he decried as he ordered a silver coated katana
from ebay. "Your days of terrorising the Tendo home are numbered.
I shall destroy you before you turn more innocent girls into cats!"
He paused then as calling Nabiki innocent stretched the bounds of
even his elastic personal view of reality. Then he snapped back to
his rant. "Never fear, Akane, for I shall surely free your family
from that were-creature's tyranny, then you will at last leap into
my arms ...." Then they would do a bit of that, and some of this,
and lots of those!
It seemed that he had put two and two together and came up with four
point one; which was unusually accurate for him but still missed
the mark.
---end part 2---