Irresponsible Captain Toylar: In the Midst of Chaos
By James Barnhill
Now on with the fic. Hmm, what? Oh yeah.....(scowl).......disclaimer time.
None of these characters belong to me for if they did Id be obscenely wealthy and
could afford a faster internet connection then a regular telephone modem, like a
T-1 or a cable modem. Neither am I making any money off of this, instead Ive
been daydreaming about a 1 GHz computer with a 75 GB hard drive, 512 MB of ram
and assorted other items that I cant afford now. Nope not making one darn
freeaking penny off of this idea....not now....or ever. Hope you enjoy yourself
cause Ive just made myself depressed again.........rotten disclaimers......
always make me think this way.......(continues to mutter to self for several
hours as he walks away).
Satisfaction Disclaimer: This fanfic will drive you nuts, how nuts? Think of the
mentality needed to create such a story, thats how crazy you'll get:)
------------------------------
~Mirimers Well
"Anymore Betters?" Tolitair called out. It was close to closing time for this Second Bet
then they could start the voting to see which Second Bet won the chance to be continued,
not that that would stop others from continuing their own bets if they had enough power but
it took the place of a prize as one could never fully tell where a crossover timeline would
go.
"I...do."
Great Fox looked up to see Rem limp back into the bar and raised an eyebrow. The dark
shadows the covered the strange Q were themselves almost totally covered with gauze and
bandages. He started to chuckle when he noticed the little animals printed on the band
aids. "What happened to you, besides getting burned at the stake twice?" He tried to
muffle the next series of chuckles but from Rem's expression he had failed miserably.
"I went to the hospital, just my luck thats the day where its staffed totally by
Mihoshi's. To make a long story short I blacked out a few times before finding myself in
an atom smasher that shouldnt have been their! Im never going to the hospital again, I
dont think Ill ever be able to sleep again.....all those Mihoshi's, the horror, THE
HORROR!"
Great Fox looked at Tolitair. "Thats new to me."
Tolitair merely gave his patently smug expression from his place beside the Well. "Would
you still like to make a Bet then?"
Rem smiled and limped closer. "Yep. Though Im going to have to use something to do some
fine betting. Would that be alright?"
Great Fox shrugged. "Perhaps, lets see it first. Id rather not damage the Well
afterall."
Rem nodded and his face assumed its same nuetral expression, below his shoulders the thick
bandages bulged outward before two new arms ripped through. "My secondary arms, very
useful." Rem stated as an afterthought as his left forearm opened up in a series of
sliding rectangular panels to reveal distorted space within. Siddenly a quartz sphere
held in place by six long metal talons sprang up, then continued to climd until only the
tip remainedwhat stood in place udner the globe looked like a can made out of diamond
pieces, the largest resing under the quartz crystal with each successive level being
smaller and smaller until it ended at the tip. Silently Rem handed the elaborate staff
to Great Fox.
"I call this the Turing Staff. The quartz crystal at the top is a photon based computer,
each of those diamond levels is a different substance used for calculation that run
throughout the entire spectrum of computational sciences from quantum particle
interaction to simple gears and pulleys which can effect the eather of time and space."
Great Fox looked it over. "Curious. It wont harm the Well though, just give you more
control over a certain area of events. Go ahead and use it."
Rem smiled as he took back the Turing Cane. "Thankyou. Now I just need to interface it
to the Well. Ahah!" With a swift motion he buried the staff in the stone lip with only
the
quartz top showing. "Now to evolve the interface...."
Tolitair's smile fell for a moment. "Evolve?"
Rem just stared into the Well, his white ceramic face begun to take on a crack look as
green glowing lines grew from his left temple to other parts of his face, in response to
this his right eye changed from the dark eye to some form of cybernetic interface. "Good,
assimilation complete, now to find the right point...."
The image within the Well distorted and flowed in a dizzying series of pictures from
various times and places all blending together until one box remained with a targeting
rectagle flashing slowly around it.
"There.....thats the one."
------------------------------
~Nerima, Tokyo
"Honor demands it." Nodoka's gaze burrowed into Ranma's eyes as he dropped the seppuku
contract.
He could feel the tears forming in his eyes as no one, not one of the Tendo's, not even
his own father, tried to dissuade her. In an attempt to save what face he had left he
looked at the table's smooth surface, he hoped she couldnt see his face. But in the table
he saw his mothers reflection, saw the revulsion and hatred she directed at him and Genma.
Ever since he was a child he thought that his mother loved him, would love him, no matter
what, it was one of the few things besides his friendship with Uchan that kept him going.
But the look in her eyes when she first saw the curse told him how much of a freak he was.
Closing his eyes he cried, his shoulders shook silently as he tried to hold back the sobs
wracking his body. He heard, as if far away, the gentle tap of something being laid upon
the tables surface. He opened his eyes, blinking them several times until the image of
the tanto became clear from its place in front of him. Faintly he replied. "Hai,
mother."
------------------------------
~Mirimers Well
*Rem shows them what comes next by sabotoging the ****
"Honor can do many strange things to the young."
Tolitair kept his gaze locked onto the image as if trying to force the events transpiring
before his eyes onto a different, happier, course.
Rem smiled sadly. With a pulse from his implants the image changed to that of a research
station that had been built into an asteriod coasting silently in deep space.
"This is a place where the United Planets Space Force is working to develop a weapon to
end the impending war with the Raalgon Empire. The project itself deals with modifications
tocertain laws of hyperspace dynamics that allow ships to traverse space faster then the
speed of light, in this case the modifications would allow a standard FTL drive to stay in
place while transporting a object from one place to another. We are witnessing the first
long range trails of this project. Now watch."
----------------------------------
~Location unimportant
The image changed again to show an observation room, along one wall multiple computers
carrying out their programs, occasionally shunting the data raw or processed to one of the
work stations that had been set up along the other wall with a window running the length of
the room that looked down upon a large room with several medium sized machines arrayed
around a triangular platform.
The room is deserted save for one old man intently running through different lists of
equations. Silently the door behind him opens admitting a solitary figure with a strange
box in his hands pointed strait at the old man.
"Say cheese!"
The old man suddenly turns around just as the box flashes, clutching his chest and staring
wide eyed at the intruder. "Hero! What did I tell you about sneaking up on me!?"
"Im sorry, Im sorry. I just cant help it doc, today were going to make history! A year
from now the Raalgon wont be a problem anymore and our names will be in the history books
as the ones who did it. Arent you excited?"
The old man got up and walked past the young technician to the racks of computers, iddly
running a finger over the surface of one and inspecting it for dust before turning back to
the technician with a smile. "Of course Im excited, I just dont like to look foolish like
you."
"Come on Doctor Akari, the parties in the next room." So saying he started pushing the
old man out the door.
"Alright, alright, Im coming...just quit pushing me!"
------------------------------
~Mirimers Well
The surface of the Well split, showing both images, one on each half.
On the left of the Well Ranma knelt on the tatami mat in the dojo, behind him his mother
stood patiently with her sword. Trembling slightly Ranma took the tanto out of its sheeth
and placed the point to one side of his stomach.
Rem's implants glowed lightly as the images wavered slightly. "Twelve volts of dc current
should be sufficient, yes, almost there..."
On the right side of the Well the control room was filled with scientists, technicians and
some ilitary brass who tried to make sense of some of the thigns the scientists were saying
in between checks. Dr. Akari left his seat and motioned strode over to a control box on
the wall beside him dominated by a big blue button. With some flourish he pushed the
button, immediately the machines arrayed around the triangular platform came to life with
a highfrequency sound that made more then one person put their hands over their ears.
Ranma looked at the tanto, as if seeing it for the first time and dropped it, behind him
Nodoka raised her sword. Just as Ranma looked up he saw her face, and beyond that her
sword begin to come down.
Rem. "NOW!"
Immediately the lights in the research center dimmed and went out completely as in the
other image Ranma wavered and faded away just as Nodoka's sword cleaved the air where
Ranma's neck once was, that image faded as the one of the control room expanded to take
up the rest of the Well. In the center of the triangular pad Ranma's body lay still, his
clothes lightly smoking as technicians rushed in to spray him with fire retardent foam.
Rem looked over the image both through his eyes and the data from the implants and staff.
He leaned back slightly and allowed himself a smile. "Good, good. Rather excellent
timing if I do say so myself."
Great Fox inquired from his side of the Well. "So what happens next?"
Rem gave him a mysterious smile as the image in the Well wavered and was replaced. "Just
watch, I think you will be surprised. Keep in mind what you are about to see comes from
his point of view."
------------------------------
~4 years later, Soyokaze
Morning, not that one could easily tell on a spaceship where the usual cycles of day and
night are set according to a master computer. Then the information is usually sent to
every piece of hardware that requires exact timing, like alarm clocks and the automatic
dimmer controls that are used in the light panels for the corridors where the crew sleep.
Of course on this ship not everything works perfectly, Ive seen several corridors whose
lights shut off totally for no reason at all, makes me wonder if theres a technician
somewhere thats laughing at his/her little joke.
Then again if I do find out thats indeed true Ill introduce the poor s.o.b. to the marine
that wears a hockey mask. Hehehe. Hmm, pleasant dream. Still, I wonder what that guys
name is?
The alarm by my bed is still blaring. I groggily wake up, slam my hand down on the snooze
button, then hit it again for good measure before getting up for another day of make
believe. Not that Im complaining mind you, but at certain times it does get tedious.
Making sure the wig is on just right before applying the adhesive that will keep it there
until shampoo comes in contact with it. First couple of times I used the stuff I glued
several thingers together, ah sweet memories.
Then comes the clothing I wear on duty, the first layer is composed of a strong kevlar
like fiber that makes sure my body assumes one shape, no matter what the consequences,
then comes the slightly dingy flight suite that I never got used to. Now I spend several
minutes looking at the mirror at myself while mentally repeating all the reasons for
hiding who I really am, the disgust that most people show which would soon be followed by
curiosity as if I were some sort of freak. After that I mentally review all of the
escape plans I came up with, along with my........other plans.
But Im human, not that some of those scientist at the research labs would agree with me
since they would then loose the chance to disect me when the opportunity presents itself.
Then I would start to accumulate enemies and lovers galore, I dont want any of that, not
anymore. Unlike my father I just want to live my life with a bit of excitement until I
can just fade into obscurity without anyone really noticing. The only real reason Im on
this ship is because its usually very far away from troublesome civilization, away from
people who would just hurt me after asking to be freinds with me.
Then captain Taylor came, I dont hate him or anything, truth to tell he's alot easier to
get along with then the last captain. Im stil happy about my part in helping the marines
blow up the bastard, for some reason he had a no tolerance policy for those people who
didnt spit shine their shoes.
Compared to him Captain Tylor's almost like a freind. No, I cant have any freinds, it
would just hurt me more when they find out who and what I am. I just wish that captain
Taylor didnt attract so many wemon to this ship, they make me edgy, especially when their
near my plane or myself I can just feel their eyes probing me for the secrets I've worked
so hard to hide from everyone aboard this ship.
I quickly brush away the unshed tears that come to my eyes as memories of that other life
flash before my eyes, all the humiliation and pain, for nothing. I look over at the
alarm clock to note that Im on shift in 45 minutes. Quickly I insert the contacts into
my eyes, changing the color from deep blue to light brown. For a moment I begin to think
of what will happen should they discover my identity today. Where will I go? Who will I
trust, if anyone? What would I do?
Its getting hard to keep up this ruse now. Truthfully I wouldnt mind sending a couple of
my ki attacks at those aliens were now at war with. Or actually fighting those marines
with all of my speed and strength, but I cant. There would be too many questions like
why I havent socialized with anyone while on this ship, or why I never went off the ship
during shore leave. But I cant trust any of them, even with my life. On a ship this
small there arent too many unknown hiding places that would last for long, I probably
wouldnt be able to reach any of them before someone caught up to me, then everyone
else'd start poking me and asking embarrassing questions. I dont ever want to go back
to that!
But theres no going back now, Ive kept up this disguise for two years, If Im lucky maybe
Ill be able to transfer to another ship like this one only no wemon. I dont hate wemon
or anything its just that I've had bad experiences with them, especially the violent ones.
My mother is a prime example. I still cant believe, no, that should stay in the past.
Luckily for me the DMC was testing a new transportation device that could transport matter
from one location to another severel hundred kilometers away, as far as I understood it
worked like the hyperdrive on the ships they use except the modified hyperdrive
transported an object or person to a set destination without transporting itself as well.
They were planning on using it to take over Raalgan ships and planets without having to
deal with the defenses that could cost lives and ships. They're not sure exactly what
went wrong but instead of beaming a object from an asteroid in the target zone the
transporter locked onto me and here I am, though none of them know if Im from their past
or a different universe. Not that that much matters now since after I appeared there
a group of Raalgan terrorists assaulted the research facility and managed to destroy
all of the prototypes and documents.
Sometimes I get the impression that I ran away from my problems. Yet even if that were
true I dont think there was any other way for me to appease my own mother without killing
myself. Besides, wasnt like I had much to live for on that world anyway. No family, no
freinds, nothing.
I hasten to fasten the voice modulator around my throat then slip it below the collar of
my flight suite. Wouldnt want people noticing my voice changing when I do.
I take a final glance into the mirror to see my new life, today I am Ensign Kojiro Sakai.
Last night, while in bed, I was Ranma Saotome, practitioner of Anything Goes Martial Arts.
Today, if everything goes right, I wont be discovered.
I hope.
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~Mirimers Well
Gently grasping the top of his staff Rem pried it out of the stone, careful not to damae
the Well in any way shape or form.
Great Fox stared at him. "How does Ranma become Kojiro, he isnt afraid of wemon."
"He wasnt, look back two years and you'll see the reason for his fear." So saying he
stopped in front of Tilitair and Great Fox to bow to each. "Thankyou for letting me
participate in this Second Bet, its been a learning experience. If your not adverse to
itId like to come back here someday." With that he walked off into the crowd before
either diety could reply, and just like that he was gone.
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Authors Notes: Congratulations for finishing this second entry of mine. It was a tad
rough wasnt it? Arent all ideas at first? But no one wants to hear that do they, so
lets skip it. I thought this might make an interesting crossover if for no other reason
then that itsimply exists. If you have ideas on how to improve this idea/fanfic then I
want to hear them.
As for match-ups.....well Im just not too sure about that part, their may not even be a
match-up at all. But if you feel you have a strong enough argument then by all means
try to persuade me.
All thoughts, comments, C+C, random ideas and just casual chit-chat appreciated. Flames
will be printed out and folded into paper airplanes.
I can be reached at: Mecvolve@onebox.com
Until next time, Ja Ne.
By James Barnhill
Now on with the fic. Hmm, what? Oh yeah.....(scowl).......disclaimer time.
None of these characters belong to me for if they did Id be obscenely wealthy and
could afford a faster internet connection then a regular telephone modem, like a
T-1 or a cable modem. Neither am I making any money off of this, instead Ive
been daydreaming about a 1 GHz computer with a 75 GB hard drive, 512 MB of ram
and assorted other items that I cant afford now. Nope not making one darn
freeaking penny off of this idea....not now....or ever. Hope you enjoy yourself
cause Ive just made myself depressed again.........rotten disclaimers......
always make me think this way.......(continues to mutter to self for several
hours as he walks away).
Satisfaction Disclaimer: This fanfic will drive you nuts, how nuts? Think of the
mentality needed to create such a story, thats how crazy you'll get:)
------------------------------
~Mirimers Well
"Anymore Betters?" Tolitair called out. It was close to closing time for this Second Bet
then they could start the voting to see which Second Bet won the chance to be continued,
not that that would stop others from continuing their own bets if they had enough power but
it took the place of a prize as one could never fully tell where a crossover timeline would
go.
"I...do."
Great Fox looked up to see Rem limp back into the bar and raised an eyebrow. The dark
shadows the covered the strange Q were themselves almost totally covered with gauze and
bandages. He started to chuckle when he noticed the little animals printed on the band
aids. "What happened to you, besides getting burned at the stake twice?" He tried to
muffle the next series of chuckles but from Rem's expression he had failed miserably.
"I went to the hospital, just my luck thats the day where its staffed totally by
Mihoshi's. To make a long story short I blacked out a few times before finding myself in
an atom smasher that shouldnt have been their! Im never going to the hospital again, I
dont think Ill ever be able to sleep again.....all those Mihoshi's, the horror, THE
HORROR!"
Great Fox looked at Tolitair. "Thats new to me."
Tolitair merely gave his patently smug expression from his place beside the Well. "Would
you still like to make a Bet then?"
Rem smiled and limped closer. "Yep. Though Im going to have to use something to do some
fine betting. Would that be alright?"
Great Fox shrugged. "Perhaps, lets see it first. Id rather not damage the Well
afterall."
Rem nodded and his face assumed its same nuetral expression, below his shoulders the thick
bandages bulged outward before two new arms ripped through. "My secondary arms, very
useful." Rem stated as an afterthought as his left forearm opened up in a series of
sliding rectangular panels to reveal distorted space within. Siddenly a quartz sphere
held in place by six long metal talons sprang up, then continued to climd until only the
tip remainedwhat stood in place udner the globe looked like a can made out of diamond
pieces, the largest resing under the quartz crystal with each successive level being
smaller and smaller until it ended at the tip. Silently Rem handed the elaborate staff
to Great Fox.
"I call this the Turing Staff. The quartz crystal at the top is a photon based computer,
each of those diamond levels is a different substance used for calculation that run
throughout the entire spectrum of computational sciences from quantum particle
interaction to simple gears and pulleys which can effect the eather of time and space."
Great Fox looked it over. "Curious. It wont harm the Well though, just give you more
control over a certain area of events. Go ahead and use it."
Rem smiled as he took back the Turing Cane. "Thankyou. Now I just need to interface it
to the Well. Ahah!" With a swift motion he buried the staff in the stone lip with only
the
quartz top showing. "Now to evolve the interface...."
Tolitair's smile fell for a moment. "Evolve?"
Rem just stared into the Well, his white ceramic face begun to take on a crack look as
green glowing lines grew from his left temple to other parts of his face, in response to
this his right eye changed from the dark eye to some form of cybernetic interface. "Good,
assimilation complete, now to find the right point...."
The image within the Well distorted and flowed in a dizzying series of pictures from
various times and places all blending together until one box remained with a targeting
rectagle flashing slowly around it.
"There.....thats the one."
------------------------------
~Nerima, Tokyo
"Honor demands it." Nodoka's gaze burrowed into Ranma's eyes as he dropped the seppuku
contract.
He could feel the tears forming in his eyes as no one, not one of the Tendo's, not even
his own father, tried to dissuade her. In an attempt to save what face he had left he
looked at the table's smooth surface, he hoped she couldnt see his face. But in the table
he saw his mothers reflection, saw the revulsion and hatred she directed at him and Genma.
Ever since he was a child he thought that his mother loved him, would love him, no matter
what, it was one of the few things besides his friendship with Uchan that kept him going.
But the look in her eyes when she first saw the curse told him how much of a freak he was.
Closing his eyes he cried, his shoulders shook silently as he tried to hold back the sobs
wracking his body. He heard, as if far away, the gentle tap of something being laid upon
the tables surface. He opened his eyes, blinking them several times until the image of
the tanto became clear from its place in front of him. Faintly he replied. "Hai,
mother."
------------------------------
~Mirimers Well
*Rem shows them what comes next by sabotoging the ****
"Honor can do many strange things to the young."
Tolitair kept his gaze locked onto the image as if trying to force the events transpiring
before his eyes onto a different, happier, course.
Rem smiled sadly. With a pulse from his implants the image changed to that of a research
station that had been built into an asteriod coasting silently in deep space.
"This is a place where the United Planets Space Force is working to develop a weapon to
end the impending war with the Raalgon Empire. The project itself deals with modifications
tocertain laws of hyperspace dynamics that allow ships to traverse space faster then the
speed of light, in this case the modifications would allow a standard FTL drive to stay in
place while transporting a object from one place to another. We are witnessing the first
long range trails of this project. Now watch."
----------------------------------
~Location unimportant
The image changed again to show an observation room, along one wall multiple computers
carrying out their programs, occasionally shunting the data raw or processed to one of the
work stations that had been set up along the other wall with a window running the length of
the room that looked down upon a large room with several medium sized machines arrayed
around a triangular platform.
The room is deserted save for one old man intently running through different lists of
equations. Silently the door behind him opens admitting a solitary figure with a strange
box in his hands pointed strait at the old man.
"Say cheese!"
The old man suddenly turns around just as the box flashes, clutching his chest and staring
wide eyed at the intruder. "Hero! What did I tell you about sneaking up on me!?"
"Im sorry, Im sorry. I just cant help it doc, today were going to make history! A year
from now the Raalgon wont be a problem anymore and our names will be in the history books
as the ones who did it. Arent you excited?"
The old man got up and walked past the young technician to the racks of computers, iddly
running a finger over the surface of one and inspecting it for dust before turning back to
the technician with a smile. "Of course Im excited, I just dont like to look foolish like
you."
"Come on Doctor Akari, the parties in the next room." So saying he started pushing the
old man out the door.
"Alright, alright, Im coming...just quit pushing me!"
------------------------------
~Mirimers Well
The surface of the Well split, showing both images, one on each half.
On the left of the Well Ranma knelt on the tatami mat in the dojo, behind him his mother
stood patiently with her sword. Trembling slightly Ranma took the tanto out of its sheeth
and placed the point to one side of his stomach.
Rem's implants glowed lightly as the images wavered slightly. "Twelve volts of dc current
should be sufficient, yes, almost there..."
On the right side of the Well the control room was filled with scientists, technicians and
some ilitary brass who tried to make sense of some of the thigns the scientists were saying
in between checks. Dr. Akari left his seat and motioned strode over to a control box on
the wall beside him dominated by a big blue button. With some flourish he pushed the
button, immediately the machines arrayed around the triangular platform came to life with
a highfrequency sound that made more then one person put their hands over their ears.
Ranma looked at the tanto, as if seeing it for the first time and dropped it, behind him
Nodoka raised her sword. Just as Ranma looked up he saw her face, and beyond that her
sword begin to come down.
Rem. "NOW!"
Immediately the lights in the research center dimmed and went out completely as in the
other image Ranma wavered and faded away just as Nodoka's sword cleaved the air where
Ranma's neck once was, that image faded as the one of the control room expanded to take
up the rest of the Well. In the center of the triangular pad Ranma's body lay still, his
clothes lightly smoking as technicians rushed in to spray him with fire retardent foam.
Rem looked over the image both through his eyes and the data from the implants and staff.
He leaned back slightly and allowed himself a smile. "Good, good. Rather excellent
timing if I do say so myself."
Great Fox inquired from his side of the Well. "So what happens next?"
Rem gave him a mysterious smile as the image in the Well wavered and was replaced. "Just
watch, I think you will be surprised. Keep in mind what you are about to see comes from
his point of view."
------------------------------
~4 years later, Soyokaze
Morning, not that one could easily tell on a spaceship where the usual cycles of day and
night are set according to a master computer. Then the information is usually sent to
every piece of hardware that requires exact timing, like alarm clocks and the automatic
dimmer controls that are used in the light panels for the corridors where the crew sleep.
Of course on this ship not everything works perfectly, Ive seen several corridors whose
lights shut off totally for no reason at all, makes me wonder if theres a technician
somewhere thats laughing at his/her little joke.
Then again if I do find out thats indeed true Ill introduce the poor s.o.b. to the marine
that wears a hockey mask. Hehehe. Hmm, pleasant dream. Still, I wonder what that guys
name is?
The alarm by my bed is still blaring. I groggily wake up, slam my hand down on the snooze
button, then hit it again for good measure before getting up for another day of make
believe. Not that Im complaining mind you, but at certain times it does get tedious.
Making sure the wig is on just right before applying the adhesive that will keep it there
until shampoo comes in contact with it. First couple of times I used the stuff I glued
several thingers together, ah sweet memories.
Then comes the clothing I wear on duty, the first layer is composed of a strong kevlar
like fiber that makes sure my body assumes one shape, no matter what the consequences,
then comes the slightly dingy flight suite that I never got used to. Now I spend several
minutes looking at the mirror at myself while mentally repeating all the reasons for
hiding who I really am, the disgust that most people show which would soon be followed by
curiosity as if I were some sort of freak. After that I mentally review all of the
escape plans I came up with, along with my........other plans.
But Im human, not that some of those scientist at the research labs would agree with me
since they would then loose the chance to disect me when the opportunity presents itself.
Then I would start to accumulate enemies and lovers galore, I dont want any of that, not
anymore. Unlike my father I just want to live my life with a bit of excitement until I
can just fade into obscurity without anyone really noticing. The only real reason Im on
this ship is because its usually very far away from troublesome civilization, away from
people who would just hurt me after asking to be freinds with me.
Then captain Taylor came, I dont hate him or anything, truth to tell he's alot easier to
get along with then the last captain. Im stil happy about my part in helping the marines
blow up the bastard, for some reason he had a no tolerance policy for those people who
didnt spit shine their shoes.
Compared to him Captain Tylor's almost like a freind. No, I cant have any freinds, it
would just hurt me more when they find out who and what I am. I just wish that captain
Taylor didnt attract so many wemon to this ship, they make me edgy, especially when their
near my plane or myself I can just feel their eyes probing me for the secrets I've worked
so hard to hide from everyone aboard this ship.
I quickly brush away the unshed tears that come to my eyes as memories of that other life
flash before my eyes, all the humiliation and pain, for nothing. I look over at the
alarm clock to note that Im on shift in 45 minutes. Quickly I insert the contacts into
my eyes, changing the color from deep blue to light brown. For a moment I begin to think
of what will happen should they discover my identity today. Where will I go? Who will I
trust, if anyone? What would I do?
Its getting hard to keep up this ruse now. Truthfully I wouldnt mind sending a couple of
my ki attacks at those aliens were now at war with. Or actually fighting those marines
with all of my speed and strength, but I cant. There would be too many questions like
why I havent socialized with anyone while on this ship, or why I never went off the ship
during shore leave. But I cant trust any of them, even with my life. On a ship this
small there arent too many unknown hiding places that would last for long, I probably
wouldnt be able to reach any of them before someone caught up to me, then everyone
else'd start poking me and asking embarrassing questions. I dont ever want to go back
to that!
But theres no going back now, Ive kept up this disguise for two years, If Im lucky maybe
Ill be able to transfer to another ship like this one only no wemon. I dont hate wemon
or anything its just that I've had bad experiences with them, especially the violent ones.
My mother is a prime example. I still cant believe, no, that should stay in the past.
Luckily for me the DMC was testing a new transportation device that could transport matter
from one location to another severel hundred kilometers away, as far as I understood it
worked like the hyperdrive on the ships they use except the modified hyperdrive
transported an object or person to a set destination without transporting itself as well.
They were planning on using it to take over Raalgan ships and planets without having to
deal with the defenses that could cost lives and ships. They're not sure exactly what
went wrong but instead of beaming a object from an asteroid in the target zone the
transporter locked onto me and here I am, though none of them know if Im from their past
or a different universe. Not that that much matters now since after I appeared there
a group of Raalgan terrorists assaulted the research facility and managed to destroy
all of the prototypes and documents.
Sometimes I get the impression that I ran away from my problems. Yet even if that were
true I dont think there was any other way for me to appease my own mother without killing
myself. Besides, wasnt like I had much to live for on that world anyway. No family, no
freinds, nothing.
I hasten to fasten the voice modulator around my throat then slip it below the collar of
my flight suite. Wouldnt want people noticing my voice changing when I do.
I take a final glance into the mirror to see my new life, today I am Ensign Kojiro Sakai.
Last night, while in bed, I was Ranma Saotome, practitioner of Anything Goes Martial Arts.
Today, if everything goes right, I wont be discovered.
I hope.
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~Mirimers Well
Gently grasping the top of his staff Rem pried it out of the stone, careful not to damae
the Well in any way shape or form.
Great Fox stared at him. "How does Ranma become Kojiro, he isnt afraid of wemon."
"He wasnt, look back two years and you'll see the reason for his fear." So saying he
stopped in front of Tilitair and Great Fox to bow to each. "Thankyou for letting me
participate in this Second Bet, its been a learning experience. If your not adverse to
itId like to come back here someday." With that he walked off into the crowd before
either diety could reply, and just like that he was gone.
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Authors Notes: Congratulations for finishing this second entry of mine. It was a tad
rough wasnt it? Arent all ideas at first? But no one wants to hear that do they, so
lets skip it. I thought this might make an interesting crossover if for no other reason
then that itsimply exists. If you have ideas on how to improve this idea/fanfic then I
want to hear them.
As for match-ups.....well Im just not too sure about that part, their may not even be a
match-up at all. But if you feel you have a strong enough argument then by all means
try to persuade me.
All thoughts, comments, C+C, random ideas and just casual chit-chat appreciated. Flames
will be printed out and folded into paper airplanes.
I can be reached at: Mecvolve@onebox.com
Until next time, Ja Ne.