KNIGHT
GUARD
A Ranma ½/Slayers/Sailor Moon Crossover Fanfiction
By Underlord Backlash
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma ½, Slayers, Sailor Moon, or
any of their characters. They all belong to their respective owners.
Part 5
"Contact"
Atrocity's blue eyes gazed down at
the fifty Hunter-class Strykers before him. Each one of them utterly devoted to whatever commands they were
given. Each one completely without
emotion. Each one his to use as he
wished. "I think I'm going to have
some fun with this group of defenders." He smiled, brimming with arrogance. "He said to test them. Fifty Strykers shouldn't be too hard a test, that is if they're even a
worthy challenge."
"Our Lord told you not to
underestimate them."
Atrocity turned around to see
Diacoz. He was dressed in his lab coat
and glasses as usual, his hair tied back so it would keep out of his precious
experiments. "What do you want,
Diacoz?"
"Just to remind you to have
them spread out undetected at first. I
need some further data on the planet's atmosphere and other environmental
factors before I can be assured that the other Generals' abilities, including
yours, will function properly."
Atrocity tossed his hair back. "You worry too much, lab rat. By the way, I need a few Avian-class Strykers
to gather some… research materials." He smirked.
Diacoz sighed. "Ahh yes, your 'hobby'
again." He pulled out a data pad
and tapped a few keys. "I'll
dispatch them when the Hunters engage the defenders. That should let them work uninterrupted." He glanced up at his fellow General. "By the way, be sure to draw out each
of the defenders' signature attacks. I've accessed the planet's 'internet' as they call it, and found a
plethora of reported sightings of their battles before; but there are no defenders
that match the elemental energy signature, just the planetary magi-force links.
The elemental defenders, except one, must not be completely active. The ones active are known as the Sailor
Senshi, the one elemental is known as Tuxedo Kamen."
"Save it. I'll be monitoring the battle myself, so I'll find out all I need
to know on my own." He tossed his hair off of his shoulder, letting it fall
down his back. "I'll be leaving in five
minutes, make sure the Strykers are ready."
"Very well, Atrocity."
***
"This
is not possible, I refuse to believe this!"
"Is
he always this obstinate?" TJ ignored
Ranma's continued rantings and turned to Mousse.
"Actually,
I assume it because he doesn't know the others that this is a comparatively
mild protest of his." Mousse adjusted
his glasses as he watched TJ's cousin Usagi and her boyfriend Mamoru try to
convince Ranma that he had to go along with all of this.
Ranma
swung his arm to point at TJ. "For one
thing, even IF I was willing to go along with this, which I'm not; what makes
you think I'd fight alongside an upstart gaijin like him?"
TJ
blinked and then looked at Ryoga. "I
don't think he likes me."
Ryoga
grinned and then snickered. "Ranma
doesn't like anyone he thinks could beat him in a fight."
TJ
thought about that for a moment. 'Hmm, magic duel…definitely. Sword fight... most likely. Straight out martial arts………….maybe in my
dreams. I can tell that much at least.' He cleared his throat and stood up. "Ranma, get a grip. I mean, I'm Catholic, so this whole
reincarnation thing really isn't sitting right with me; but I've got no reason
to not believe Usagi-chan and the others. So if you're refusing to work as one of the Knights just because you don't
like me, then you're just havin' a pissy fit like a little girl."
Ranma
lunged at TJ. "YOU TAKE THAT BACK,
MCCARRON!" He and TJ went through the
wall as he planted a kick squarely in the American's chest. He began pursuing TJ around the temple
grounds.
As
the others rushed outside, Ryoga turned to Mousse. "You think we should tell TJ why that's kind of a sensitive
subject with Ranma?"
Mousse
shook his head. "As much as I dislike
Saotome, that's his business. It's his
place to tell TJ about that if he chooses to. We have our own decisions to make about that particular situation."
"Fair
enough."
***
Atrocity
materialized over the Juuban area. He
checked the timer on his communicator. "They've been around long enough to get Diacoz's data for him. Fifteen seconds until I get to put them to
some real use…ten…five, four, three, two… Contact." He pressed a red button on the communicator and screams billowed
out from the area below. "Diacoz's
transporter is as efficient as ever. This should draw out the Defenders." He smiled, and his eyes flashed with green energy.
***
Everyone's
head turned as a crowd of screaming people ran past the temple grounds. Even Ranma, who was currently holding TJ up
by his collar, and pressing him against a tree. They all rushed over to and down the stairs. The people running by were like a tidal
wave. Ranma and Mousse started running
on top of the crowd, jumping from head to head. Ryoga, TJ, and Makoto used a spearhead formation to clear a path
for the others. They all rushed towards
the source of whatever was happening. By now there were explosions coming from the area.
Bast,
Luna, and Artemis sat at the top of the temple stairs. Their respective humans had left without
them, and there was no way they were going to let themselves get trampled by
that crowd. "So, now what,
Onee-sama?" Bast looked at Luna.
Luna
sighed. "For now, all we can do is hope
that the Knights don't get themselves killed in their first battle."
Artemis
laughed half-heartedly. "Hey, look on
the bright side. The Senshi have a
pretty good record for on the job training. So the Knights have those odds on their side."
Luna
and Bast sighed.
***
Atrocity
sat down at one of the now vacant tables in the food court area of the mall the
Strykers had just cleared out. They
were instructed not to kill anyone, but to make lots of noise. If any of them even tried to go against
their orders, their minds would shut down, and their bodies would return to the
test-tube borne ooze they came from. 'How
grand to be superior,' he thought to himself. He noticed that someone had left a comic book behind in his or
her haste to leave. He picked it up and
dusted it off, then rifled through the pages. 'Interesting, this one could be amusing to use.' His thoughts were interrupted by a burst of
light from a nearby rooftop. Five
women, wearing outfits that seemed to come from his favorite sort of daydreams,
stood there. He grimaced as they
started the usual 'love and justice' speech that was so typically used by the
other female Defenders he had defeated in the past. 'Are all these teenage female Defenders under the same contract
or something?' He assumed one or more
of them had picked up his rather unique energy signature and assumed he was the
cause of the problems. Now they were
even trying to order him to send the 'youmas' back, whatever they were, 'or
else'. The universal translators he and
the others used were good, but there were always a few local specifics they
couldn't sort out. He cleared his
throat and rolled his eyes as he addressed them. "And if I choose 'or else', then what? You'll put my hair in a style as bad as yours?" The lead Defender, the one called 'Sailor
Moon' fell over.
A
red and green blur came shooting towards Atrocity from another rooftop. He saw it just barely in time and dodged,
mostly. His hand trembling, he fingered
the scratch on his face and looked at whatever it was that had been
thrown. It was some kind of red flower
with thorns, and it had somehow been thrown hard enough to embed itself in the
pavement. Now, Atrocity was
upset. He looked for the source of the
flower and his eyes went to another rooftop. Did all Defenders always have to make the same sort of entrance; highest
available ground, and some stupid sort of speech? At least these Defenders seemed a bit more sensible than the
female ones. Four of them in armor, one
in some sort of formal suit. They were
all silent, the armored ones with weapons at the ready, and the formal one was
holding a cane and another of those flowers. They seemed completely ready to strike at an instant's notice. 'Hmm, it might actually be fun fighting
them; but I won't even bother getting my hands dirty with those bimbos. It's a shame this is a just a research
assignment.'
The lead male Defender spoke up. "That's no way to speak to a lady." He angled his wrist to throw the next
flower.
Atrocity
narrowed his eyes on the flower, as an iridescent green glow washed over his
eyes. The flower wilted and turned to
dust in the Defender's hand. Atrocity allowed himself a smile as the Defender
scowled, an expression he could read even through the mask he was wearing. "And what are you going to do about it? Take the time to fight me, and I imagine my…
servants, will have a considerable mess in that time." He smiled and raised his eyebrows. "Well, time's running out… Ah well, I'll get
things moving myself." He tore a page
from the comic he had been reading, and tossed it into the air. The paper became stiff and hung in
mid-air. Atrocity pointed his open palm
towards the page, and a blast of green energy shot into it. "Arise!"
The
energy grew into a humanoid shape. In a
blast of light, it became solid. It was
a man in his late teens, with black spiky hair, a sword at his hip, a greenish
tank top, and baggy white pants. He
looked around, and when he saw Atrocity, he went to one knee in front of him.
The
lead female Defender blinked and stared at the creation. "Wait a minute, that's…"
Atrocity
nodded and sat down as his creation bowed to him. He kicked his feet up onto the table as he pointed at the female
Defenders. "Have fun."
A
smile of unrestrained glee crossed over the boy's face. His head turned an almost complete 180
degrees and he looked at the Defenders with an open mouthed smile. He stood up and turned the rest of his body
around, as a trickle of drool fell from his lips. Suddenly, he jumped a full thirty feet into the air and scrambled
onto the rooftop where the female Defenders were. "OH PRETTY GIRLS!!!" He
ran towards them like a man possessed. "Would you like to go out on a date with me? Look, I've had all my shots
and I smell good, and I'm really nice; so how 'bout it, huh?!"
As
he latched onto her, the red-skirted Defender sent him reeling with a
thunderous slap to his face. "Get away,
you nasty little pervert!" He fell
backwards, tumbled down the roof, and managed to catch his foot on the edge of
the roof as he clutched his face in pain.
"Rrrrghhgh,
that really hurts…. But that's okay, because I still like you anyway!" He hoisted himself back onto the roof and
selected a new target, the green skirt this time. "The warm love that oozes from my… heart, shall warm your soul
and we'll—URRGGHH!" His words were cut
off by a sharp uppercut to his jaw that sent him flying off the roof. "You don't have to play so hard to get! I'm already interested!"
The
red-skirted Defender gritted her teeth. "This creep's making fun of us! MARS FLAME…"
The
lead female leapt towards her. "No! Wait!"
"SNIPER!" A blast of flame burst forth from her hands
and zoomed towards the boy.
As
the flames struck his prone form, he regained consciousness. "Oh I can feel it! I'm burning with passion, OH WAIT, I AM BURNING!!"
The
lead female brought her hand over her mouth. "This is… not good."
The
one with the red skirt crossed her arms in front of her and shot a glare at the
leader. "What are you talking
about? He was a comic strip with
perversions of grandeur, not a real person or anything."
"THAT
WAS CARROT GLACE!!"
A
thunderous roar split the air as Carrot began to glow. He smiled and began to speak. "I may be weak, and I don't know how to use
magic, but that doesn't mean I'm helpless." His body began to bulge and contort. "I'm more dangerous once I've absorbed your magic…" He morphed into a giant monster and began
beating his chest.
The
leader sweatdropped and stared up at the monster. "This is VERY not good…"
Okaaaaaaay, so after far too long, Part 5 is
finished! As you might guess by
Atrocity's first act of terror, there's going to be a number of cameos in the
future of the story. I haven't decided
on them all yet, so if anyone reading this has someone they'd love to see
battle the Senshi and/or Knights, e-mail me or tell me in your reviews
who. Just remember, nobody from Ranma
or Slayers, they're already in the story so that would just be silly wouldn't
it? Any manga or US comic that has a
Japanese following will do. As a fan
myself, I know how wonderful it is to see my ideas used by others, so tell me who
you'd like to see!
Ja ne!
Underlord Backlash
