By: J_Knight
Prologue: Into it all
*Disclaimer*
It's unlikly that disclaimers like these would actually mean anything when it
comes down to the various lawsuits and resulting legal battle, that one would
receive for stealing copyright material. But anyway, I'll humor you: I don't
own the idea behind the Galaxy Police, they belongs to the owners of Tenchi
Muyo, whoever they may be. While it is unknown weither I will make this fic
a Ranma crossover or not, it's just a name right now, nothing more. But if I
do decide to make it a R ½ crossover, I'll say this: Ranma is owned by
the creaters and owners of Ranma ½, blah, blah, blah... Please don't
sue... blah, blah, I'm poor.
***
"Heh, 'Join up, and see the Galaxy' my ass, and is it ever growing. Man,
I haven't seen any action since the academy. I hate patrol duty," muttered
a dark haired man. Although the man had black hair, and he did mutter, that
wasn't what caught the eye the most. If one would care to look around, they
would see the man in a seat of a cockpit. Not just any cockpit, mind you, but
rather if one would look out the windows of this cockpit, they wouldn't see
sky or ocean, but rather stars. One might argue that it's just nighttime outside,
but if they were to look out the window near the floor, they would still only
see stars. So one would reach the conclusion that the man isn't traveling through
the air, or the ocean, but rather through a sea, a sea of stars. Yes, the man
is in a pilot's seat of a Galaxy Police spacecraft, now noticeable by the 'GP'
insignia marked on the side.
"Graduate 5th in my class, and what do I get? Patrol duty," loathed
the man, but then seemed to pause in thought, "RJ-90, what's our current
status?"
"We are currently on course to rendezvous point 'Alpha-Zeta-Niner', for
refuel and supply with the Galaxy Police Cruiser, 'Xion'. Our ETA, calculated
by our current speed and heading, is 14 hours, 22 minuets, pending any more
delays of course," responded a mechanical unit as it popped down from the
ceiling. The unit was the ship's interactive interface, designated RJ-90. The
interactive interface unit, or I.I.U. for short, vaguely resembled a flying
saucer with eyes, though suspended by a rod from the ceiling. However, RJ-90's
'head' is not really all that vital to the operation to the ship, as the computer
was not actually inside the "head", it more or less served the purpose
of keeping the pilot company.
"Anything new relative to us on Gal.net?" Gal.net is the Galaxy's
information network, much like earth's Internet. However, Gal.net was not localized
to any such planet, but rather a series of 'Internets' from various worlds,
networked by sub-space transmitters. Sure, the ground portions of Gal.net were
connected by wires, but connecting moving planets through space by wire would
not be possible.
"Nothing sir," responded RJ-90's interactive interface unit.
"Alright then, hold course, and let me know of any relitant changes that relate to the ship, or its course. As for me, I'm turning in, wake me up at 0900." With that, the detective got out of the chair, and exited the cockpit, and walked down the narrow hallway to the living quarters, the lights automatically shutting off behind him as he went.
***
"Beep, beep, beep, beep," chirped the automated alarm clock in the
living quarters of the GP spacecraft.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, the detective, miserable at being awoken
at such an ungodly hour, yelled at the computer, "What RJ? This better
be a good enough excuse for waking me up at 4 AM," shaking his fist to
illustrate the point.
You could almost see RJ-90's IIU sweating in fear, "Sorry sir, but I just
received a message from the Galaxy Police headquarters, and it's urgent."
"Well, tell them to wait a second, I need to get dressed, I'll be right
out."
The computer seemed to nod its head, gave an affirmative chirp, and then proceeded
down a mechanical track mounted in the ceiling to the cockpit, if in a somewhat
hurried fashion.
The detective, as quickly as he could, threw on his uniform, and attempted
to make himself look at least halfway decent in appearance. Satisfied from there,
he exited his quarters, and proceeded along the narrow hallway, to the cockpit.
Upon entering the cockpit, the detective ordered the computer,
"Open the channel."
RJ's MUI then turned to face the detective, eyes glowing a dull white, proceeded
to project a semi-3D image, resembling a man (if a bit miniaturized), onto the
main console of the cockpit.
Giving a quick salute, the detective said to the holographic image, "Detective
Ranma Masaki reporting in, what's this about sir?"
The commander on his end of the line also gave a quick salute, then proceeded,
"Sorry to wake you so early detective, but HQ has a new assignment for
you."
Ranma's ears perked at this.
"Approximately 4 hours ago, at 0001, an archeological site on the forth
planet of the draconian system was attacked and raided by space pirates, stealing
many priceless relics and artifacts. We believe the pirates have fled the system,
and gone to one of several systems nearby. Detective, as soon as you finish
resupply with the Xion, you are to report to Draco IV to conduct an investigation,
and pursue the leads you find there. Remember Detective, this is your foot in
the door, don't mess it up."
Ranma could hardly hold back a smile, "Don't worry sir, I won't mess this
up. Misaki, over and out."
With the communication link with GP HQ was disconnected, and Ranma could finally
breathe a sigh of relief, and promptly sat down into the flight chair.
"Orders sir?" came a question from RJ-90.
"Um yeah," responded Misaki, "hold course, and could you bring
up all the files pertaining to Draco IV, and its ruins?"
"Yes sir, processing..."
"I want to be prepared, this is my first real case, and I'll be damned
if I screw this one up... RJ, what's our ETA till our rendezvous point?"
"Still approximately 10 hours sir," responded the computer.
"Then I should have plenty of time to study this data," he said while
pulling up the first file of his queue, "Hold course, and keep it as steady
as she goes. Oh, and can you get me a cup of coffee?"
"Yes sir, it'll just be a moment"
***
Author's notes: (2nd Revision on FF.net)
Well here it is, my first peace of fanfiction ever. It's short, and it sucks, but I made it all by myself. After writing one of these, you're respect tends to grow toward the other fanfiction authors out there. Anyway, I originally wrote this fic for my high school English class, and currently don't plan to continue it. As it is, this is already the 3rd draft i've made. However if I get a positive response from the readers, I just might continue it this summer sometime, it's hard to tell.