Clad in her signature red and black clothes, Ryoko Balta sat timidly in her captain's chair on the bridge of her pirate ship. While her first officer gave a constant, encouraging presence as he stood in front of her at the purely symbolic helm, she had a bad feeling about the whole situation she found herself.
One of the bridge crew handed a piece of paper to the first officer, and once he read it he left the helm to divulge its information to her personally.
"Scanning results are in. No trace of either our two ships or the Yagami. Those idiots must've hit the rocks in that asteroid field."
Ryoko sighed. There was a reason she called herself a princess; it was because she gave herself rules, a code of honor that no other pirate leader kept, and there was one rule more important than all of them: "don't waste lives". Yagami may have been destroyed, but two of her ships likely were too. The risk of going into the asteroid field put a knot in her stomach, and she thought it better to cut her losses and continue as normal.
"We've lost too much already," she told him. "Time to cut our losses. We're going home."
Suddenly, the bridge's front display changed from the view of space to that of the most important man Ryoko knew, one so important that her first officer immediately stepped to the side and out of sight. He was Mr. Daluma, an older, portly man in a red and green kimono and a face half-concealed behind glasses, and a thick goatee and eyebrows. Besides him at all times were two of his "prizes", a duo of attractive women who leaned against and casually held onto him, expressing no shame in showing off their long legs through their red and white dresses; that last part about him upset Ryoko, but she knew better than to bring it up.
After all, while Ryoko Balta was the pirate princess, Mr. Daluma was the pirate king. He was the founder of the pirate guild which he named after himself, and which Ryoko was a part of. The guild and its resources had allowed her to become the princess she was now, but in exchange, Mr. Daluma was always hovering over her, a god-like entity whose whims and needs could not be refused.
"Getting anxious again, Princess Balta?" he asked. "I've heard about your little scuffle with three Galaxy Police officers. Are you pursuing them?"
"I sent two ships, but I think they're both lost. They chased the Galaxy Police cruiser through an asteroid field and we haven't had contact with them since."
"And the crusier?"
"Our scanners don't detect them either. If they didn't escape, it's either disabled or destroyed. I can't confirm either way."
"Then get to confirming it, princess."
Clenching her fists, Ryoko made a rare protest. "Over a hundred crew are dead because of me. I can't take that risk again."
"Do you not understand the opportunity we have, Balta? Galaxy Police cruisers have the most advanced technology ever installed on spaceships; we don't even know half of their real capabilities. The Daluma need that ship, I need that ship. Understand?"
Ryoko signed. "Yes, I understand. I'll retrieve that ship."
Mr. Daluma nodded as the screen went back into the view of space. Walking forward into the bridge, Ryoko took over the idle intercom system but took a moment to overcome her nervousness before talking.
"This is the captain speaking," she began with a cordial tone. "We have orders from Mr. Daluma to pursue and capture the Galaxy Police cruiser Yagami. All personnel must report to their alert stations; we are going into the asteroid field."
Chapter 5 – Entrance Exams!?
The Galaxy Police didn't skimp when it came to accommodations. The room she'd been given was larger than anything she'd ever slept in, and it was clean! For eighteen years, she'd accepted living in dirty Chambrae as the norm, but seeing that there was something better, cleaning ways of living was all the more confirmation for Leila that she'd made the right decision.
Leila? No, she had to remind herself that her name was now Kiyone Makibi. Starting today, she was a Juraian, though it was easier said than done.
While Juraian wasn't the most difficult language to learn, at least in spoken form, she didn't know anyone in Chambrae who spoke more than a few choice words, including herself. Of course, when she'd asked about the "top of the line Juraian language tutoring" that she heard being advertised earlier in that open square, the Renoiran-speaking GP officer clarified that for her when she boarded.
"Well, the money hasn't been allocated yet so it's not… official, but once you're in the Academy, all the Juraian cadets will help you out, I'm sure."
"Kut'sa," Kiyone simply told him, confident that was one Renoiran word he didn't know.
There was some reprieve, at least. She was issued a Renoiran-to-Juraian handbook that seemed large enough to cover at least the basics of the language. With time before anything was supposed to happen, she buried her face in the handbook, not wanting to make a complete embarrassment out of herself when she met her Juraian-speaking cadets. After a few hours of studying, she felt like she had grasped just enough to ask someone a question in Juraian. In the hall, she stopped a Juraian crew member and cleared her throat.
"Sir, where is the laundry room?"
He pointed his finger down the hall they were standing in. "First door on the right."
Kiyone had made a mistake: she knew what "first" was, but didn't know what "right' was. However, she didn't want to have to ask him a second question and figured she could figure out where to go now that she knew the general direction.
She chose the first door on one side of the hall and immediately regretted it. Walking in on a man standing at a urinal made it clear she was not in the right place. Immediately, she covered her blushing face with the handbook and hurried out of the room.
"Well aren't those Renoirans something else?" the man quipped as he went back to his business.
Embarrassing as that was, Kiyone at least learned which directly wasn't right, so she couldn't get the second try wrong. Indeed, "right" was right! In the laundry room, she put the one item she needed to wash, her new headband.
As she sat on a nearby bench and waited as the headband spun around in a washing machine, another man came in with a huge basket of dirty clothes. This was a small cargo ship, and the laundry room had only one machine, so the man had to wait his turn until Kiyone finished, and when she did and took the headband out, he made sure to give her a rude look as she got out of the way.
Standing outside, it was time for Kiyone to slide on the headband. For as much trouble as Édouard was for Kiyone at times, she had already accepted the gift and figured she may as well use it for herself, and it didn't hurt that it was an attractive, deep shade of red which upon looking at a nearby hall mirror she realized contrasted well with her teal hair.
After another few hours of studying, Kiyone heard the ship's intercom come on.
"This is your captain speaking: this is a message specifically for our special Renoiran-born cargo. If you take a look outside your window, you'll notice a giant ring-shaped space station. That, in case you've guessed, is the Galaxy Police Academy… wait, you're still learning Juraian, aren't you? Sorry, let me fetch that translator."
Meanwhile, Mihoshi was having a more exciting journey to the Academy, as she was in the middle of fumbling with a fire extinguisher to put out the electrical fire coming from a cafeteria coffee machine.
"How did you even manage to start a fire with that thing?"
"How should I know!? Now, what're the steps again? Aim, squeeze, pull, sweep?"
"No! It's pull, aim, squeeze, sweep!"
"Oh, like this?"
Squeezing the trigger, she accidentally doused the man giving her instructions in fire retardant and sent him into a coughing fit.
Wincing at what she'd done, Mihoshi at least learned what to do and aimed for the fire, but the moment she pressed the trigger, the metal bit snapped off and rendered the extinguisher inoperable.
"Aren't there water sprinklers!?" Mihoshi hastily asked everyone around them.
"They were being worked on!" someone told her. "They said it was going to be finished after we got back!"
Thinking outside the box, Mihoshi realized that she just needed to find a way for the retardant inside the extinguisher to go outside. She noticed that one of the bystanders, a guard, had a pistol with him, and a plan quickly came to her. She grabbed the extinguisher by both ends and chucked it at the fire.
"Shoot it!" she yelled at the guard.
Realizing the idea, he did as he was told, and the fire was immediately extinguished in an exploding cloud of retardant.
Mitsuki, meanwhile, was sleeping. On the ship crowded with prospective Juraian cadets, Mitsuki managed to sneak into one of the rooms and lock the door from the inside. The only thing she left out was paper she taped to the outside door reading "knock when we get there".
Kiyone's continued study of her handbook was interrupted by the ringing sound of the ship's intercom activating again. This time, the captain cleared his throat and tried speaking Renoiran.
"Hello, my girlfriend! Us are now arrived at the place known as the Academy of the Galaxy Police! It is not expected that you will be a great police officer, because we are the finest of the fine. Enjoy the tenure!"
"That stolta," Kiyone muttered. To be fair, however, Kiyone knew that if she tried saying what she thought the captain was trying to say in Juraian, it would be equally embarrassing. Regardless, she had arrived at her destination.
Escorted off the spacecraft, Kiyone found herself standing on one of several grey docking bays that protruded out of the station near the atmospheric barrier, a glass superstructure that separated air from no air and gravity from no gravity. There wasn't much to look at from where she was standing, and she was told to climb into a nearby tram that would take her to the next destination. The tram was going in a series through all the other cargo bays picking up other would-be cadets along the way. Most of them looked like Juraians, but then again, they were the only foreigners that people in Chabrame were familiar with.
Meanwhile, when the tram stopped and a Wau man stepped aboard, Kiyone had to keep her mouth shut from the mix of shock and surprise at seeing such a fuzzy, big-snouted person. She really had stepped into a big, new world! But behind her was another Juraian woman, one with short, red hair who decided to keep standing, maybe wanting to stretch after the long voyage.
The last stop surprisingly had only one pick-up, a Seniwan woman. Immediately, Kiyone noticed that most of the Juraians, all apart from the red-haired one, made subtle, contemptuous glances toward her. Space to sit on the tram was tight, but still possible if one of two people were willing to squeeze over, but none did, even after she tried to motion for them to make room.
In Chambrae, Seniwans were rarer tourists than Juraians, but Kiyone stole from both people, and over time she noticed that was usually some strange animosity between them that she couldn't find more about thanks to the language barrier. But besides her new name, Kiyone wasn't a Juraian, and she decided to give this woman with golden hair and skin a chance. She cleared her throat to get her attention and made some space for her to sit down next to her.
"Oh, thank you!" Mihoshi told her. "You're very kind."
Kiyone nodded simply, not ready for conversations in Juraian.
The tram reached its final destination, and another GP official was waiting outside to bring everyone to their next destination on foot.
Welcome, everyone! This is the Galaxy Police Academy, where you'll learn how to become one of the finest officers in open space," he said. "Just a short walk and we'll be in the Academy proper."
There was a large metal wall that went all the way up to the ceiling of the station and a large double-door that opened automatically for everyone to pass through, and when they did, they found themselves astounded.
Not many people knew exactly what the Galaxy Police Academy looked like on the inside, but its size was always underestimated. It wasn't just an Academy building, but there were trees and grasslands, patches of a dense city, and a large, artificial sun hovering over the sky. What was a stone's throw away from them, however, was, a large building that looked like the Academy proper.
"Is this an Academy, or a vacation retreat?" Mitsuki asked their guide.
"Are you complaining?" he asked. "It's your perk for attending. Whenever you're not studying or training, you can help yourself to all the hospitalities we have, provided you pass the entrance exams and all."
"Entrance exams?"
"Oh, they forgot to tell you? That'll be explained when in a minute. Follow me inside."
He led the crowd through the large doors of the Academy and straight through into a large room overflowing with white and grey. There were tables situated in several rows in this room, and taking cues, everyone sat down at these individual tables.
"Good, now here's how this is going to work. Despite what you may think, none of you have been formally accepted into the Galaxy Police Academy. You must take our entrance exam to get any farther than this room."
"But I signed that paper one of your friends gave me in Teishang!" Mihoshi protested. "I thought we were done with the boring stuff!"
"That was just catalog data so we can identify you when you're here, Mihoshi Kurashino. Obviously, we can't let anyone attend just because they want to. They have to meet our standards first. Once you do that, then you're in the Academy."
"Did you just call me Kura-"
"What kind of standards?" Mitsuki asked, interrupting Mihoshi.
"I was just about to mention that. The entrance exam measures how competent you are in general. In one hour, you will answer a multitude of questions that will measure literacy, mathematics, science, logic, the works. You must get at least ninety percent of these questions correct, but frankly, if you have at least a high school education, which I'm sure everyone here does, that shouldn't be a problem."
Kiyone immediately raised her hand. "Sehor, cette volere fi bilingual, sa?"
Most everyone in the room glanced curiously at Kiyone, and the instructor blinked five times, racking his head for an explanation as to why that woman was speaking a foreign language to him. "Oh, right! I forgot! Kiyone Makibi, our first Renoiran recruit. Um, yes! Sa! Bilingual!"
Kiyone nodded in approval. "Bene!"
"If you'd look under your tables, you should find a stack of papers and one pen. That is your exam. Time begins… now."
While she didn't understand a word he had said, Kiyone saw everyone else reach under their desks and figured she needed to do it too, and she found her exam, written in Renoiran as promised.
Slowly, Kiyone felt tiny tingling in her chest as she started. She had never needed to take a test of any kind in Chambrae, nor did she ever go to a "school" as most people knew. Of course, she wasn't dumb, but she had to wonder how far street smarts would carry her in this exam.
Ninety percent or better. That was the goal, but intimidating as that seemed, Kiyone had come this far and was not going to throw in the towel after coming so far.
The first couple of pages, however, were surprisingly easy. It asked the most basic mathematical questions that a child could get right. That was probably a ruse, she figured, to lure would-be cadets into a false sense of security. Next came more challenging math questions which she managed to get through with some semblance of confidence, but the final page ground her progress to a halt.
In her entire eighteen years of life, Kiyone Makibi, formerly Lelia, had never seen a smaller number to the top left of a larger number, and she had no idea what this was supposed to mean. She could guess, but with a ninety percent floor, she couldn't afford to do that every few minutes. Thankfully, she was seated next to the Seniwan woman from earlier, and she gave her a quick side-glace and hummed, seemingly understanding her plight. Then came eight distinct taps on the table they were seated at. Was that the answer? Eight? She didn't have any reason to think she was wrong, so she went with it.
Twenty minutes passed and, to the instructor's shock, Mitsuki laid her feet on the table and pushed the exam forward to signal she was finished.
"You're already done?" he asked, hardly hiding his bafflement.
"Did I break a record?"
"I don't believe it. It's supposed to take about forty minutes on average."
"I'm not average. Maybe you are, in which case my condolences, but take a look for yourself if you don't believe me."
He walked up to Mitsuki and snatched her exam, skimming through the twenty pages from first to last until he realized that she had done the entire exam in such a short time. Now, he took the exam over to a scanner which he inserted the paper into for evaluation.
"One hundred percent," he told himself in disbelief.
"If it would make you feel better, I can do it again," Mitsuki said, sarcasm dripping from her words.
He shook his head. "One's enough. You can wait outside."
She shrugged as she stood up and quietly left the exam room.
That one is a kut'sa in the making, Kiyone thought as she looked toward the red-haired Juraian, but she didn't have time to get distracted, as she still had half the test and thirty minutes left. The remaining questions asked about basic law concepts such as "parole", "sentencing", and "suspects", things which she thankfully knew a lot about in Chambrae considering her profession. Meanwhile, however, she noticed that her newfound Seniwan friend was having some difficulties.
Mihoshi probably didn't need to be an alumnus of Teishang's elite Nankai Academy to breeze through the first two-thirds of the entrance exams, but she found herself puzzled at the last third, which was open-ended logic questions. The first one asked her, "Is there any situation where stealing is morally justifiable?" She thought long and hard about that one before giving an answer that took up more length than the space provided.
"When people become desperate enough to want something that they are willing to resort to violence, that may or may not be a personal fault they have, but it's ultimately a societal problem that people are unable to provide these things easily enough to be obtained through legal means… then again, stealing food isn't the same as stealing something like the Original J, so maybe there's more to the issue than what a single entrance exam question can cover?"
The next question was "If you had a cousin that committed a crime, how difficult would it be for you to report them?"
"It would be extremely difficult. My cousin is the Premier of Seniwa. He's the head of the party which singlehandedly controls the entire civilian and military apparatus of my country. If I tried calling the authorities on him, they would think I was playing a practical joke on them."
While Mihoshi busied herself with the questions, Kiyone found them surprisingly easy. Her answers to the first two questions were, "No.", and "It would range from somewhat difficult to impossible."
To her surprise, however, the final question in this section was, "If you had to commit a crime, what would it be and how would you do it?". It felt like a question that was specifically written for her because she was a Renoiran. She felt slightly insulted by the assumption that she would know a thing or two about crime yet intrigued at the chance of sharing what she did happen to know. It would be a good way of letting go of any lingering guilt by admitting to it on paper. And so, she started writing.
"Theft is romantic and daring, but it's too risky to do more than a few times. My ideal crime is to 'borrow' certain valuable items from people that I occasionally bump into on the street. Done right, it almost always works and is surprisingly profitable after a while."
Before she knew it, one hour had been up, and Kiyone along with Mihoshi had just barely finished their exams in time, being the last two out of the whole group. They both got up and handed the exam to the officer for scanning.
"Interesting results for the open-ended questions, you two. But, we'll accept them. You both passed. Welcome to the Galaxy Police Academy."
"Oh, that's great!" Mihoshi said with delight as she turned toward Kiyone. "Isn't it? We've done it! You and me, we're here!"
Kiyone had read enough of her handbook to understand what she said but wasn't too confident with more than a few words. "Yes! We are here!" she said simply, trying to match Mihoshi's enthusiasm.
"Alright, save the celebrations for the initiation ceremony tomorrow. Go catch up with the others."
A few minutes later, Kiyone and Mihoshi joined up with the rest of the new female cadets in a changing room where they felt the fabric of their shiny new Galaxy Police Academy uniforms, a single-piece, one-size-fits-all, blue and white outfit over a dark undersuit.
"It's so smooth!" Mihoshi said happily. "Even I couldn't get something like this in Teishang!". Unfortunately, her excitement quickly turned to confusion as she had some difficulty putting her uniform on.
"Which one is the pant hole and which is the arm hole?" she complained.
"Hizo voi atat la goffo?" Kiyone asked her curiously as she easily slid into her uniform.
Not minding that she didn't understand a word Kiyone said, she kept complaining."Well, you make it look so easy, Ms. Makibi! If I could just…"
Mihoshi slipped forward on her uniform and hit the floor chin first. "Ow! That hurt!"
Kiyone shook her head as she helped Mihoshi off the ground and demonstrated how to put it on, and after a minute both women were proudly brandishing their new colors. Entering the room then was a woman who looked much more mature than them, at least in their early thirties. She wore a distinct orange and black uniform and had green hair tied up in a bun at the back of her head.
"Hello everyone! I am Ms. Fujikawa, the head secretary for the Galaxy Police Academy headmaster. With so many faces, I get the feeling we're going to have a huge class this year! As you know, the entrance ceremony is tomorrow, so today, it's my job to get everyone orientated with the Academy and all of the facilities we use to train the best police officers bar none!"
The tour began with a walkthrough of the women's dormitories. Unlike the entrance to the Academy, this part of the building was a series of two-story complexes with rooms surrounding an open courtyard. It was a rustic theme, with smooth stone floors and walls and vines covering the walls and railings. Kiyone felt she had walked right back into Chambrae, which wasn't exactly something she was looking for, but the Juraian cadets seemed to enjoy the sights.
"All of your dormitories are still in the process of being selected for you," Fujikawa explained. "Once we're done touring, you'll be assigned by threes into each one. You're going to enjoy what you find on the inside, I assure you!"
Adjacent to the dormitories were buildings with closed halls that better resemble the inside of a university, and Fujikawa gave more commentary.
"For the first semester, half of your time in the Academy will be spent in these classrooms. You'll learn about law theory and police procedure, and you'll study for exams later on. The other half will be spent in special spaces for hands-on training."
Moving away from the halls, she brought her flock to a series of open spaces with cadets from older classes busying themselves with certain tasks. They passed by an open shooting range where cadets fired pistols at targets, but when one of them fired, the plasma bolt ricocheted twice down the range and suddenly came back to its sender. The shooter ducked and let the bolt fly above him, and Mihoshi barely missed being shot in the side torso by mere centimeters! The entire group jumped in panic while Mihoshi stood confused as to what had happened.
"I told the headmaster this was a safety hazard!" Fujikawa complained. "But aren't you a very lucky woman, Ms. Kurashino?"
"Again, with that name. I… "Mihoshi began, but seeing as Fujikawa was already walking away, she decided against bringing it up at that time.
Passing by a track and field, their next stop was a dojo-style building where hand-to-hand tactics were being taught by a sensei.
"This is where you'll learn the most important part of being a Galaxy Police office," the sensei bragged. "When technology can't bring down a bad guy, proper CQC technique and good ol' fisticuffs will."
Mitsuki scoffed and approached him. "I know a thing or two myself about technique."
"Is that right? Then I'll show you how it's done myself," he said, glancing at Fujikawa. "All right with you?"
"Go ahead. I'd like to see myself."
The man grinned at her approval, but it was wiped off ten seconds later when he suddenly found himself on the floor with his behind in the air. He quickly stood back up as Mitsuki casually wiped her hands clean.
"You got lucky!" he protested. "See me again when the semester starts and I'll show you how a GP officer really does it!"
But the group was already walking away from him when he spoke, and the only response he got was Mitsuki making a mocking puppet movement with her hands.
The artificial day set faster than Fujikawa had anticipated, and she decided it was time for everyone to get acquainted with their dorms. Bringing them back whence they came, she and an assistant sorted several trios of women into their dorms. Kiyone saw the Seniwan and that red-haired Juraian go into their rooms while Kiyone's trio was assigned the last one. Her new roommates were both Juraian, and neither of them looked particularly pleased to have her, the group's only Renoiran, as their dormmate.
It was probably for that reason that they let themselves inside first, but before Kiyone could join them, Fujikawa tapped her on the shoulder and showed her a strange device she was holding in her hands.
"Voi goffo cette util, Kiyone," Fujikawa told her in Renoiran, which caught her off guard.
"You speak Renoiran?" Kiyone asked in Juraian.
"Sa. You're still learning Juraian, so to make sure you're not completely helpless in the meanwhile, wear these contact lenses. They're experimental, but they're supposed to record Juraian speech and relay them with Renoiran subtitles. You want to know how I got them?"
Kiyone shook her head. "I want to know how you know Renoiran. Are you like me? From there?"
Fujikawa chuckled. "No, Airi has always been my name. Let's just say I like to get around in places where I'm the most useful. Now, don't let me take up too much of your time. All of you have a big day tomorrow! Just know that if you need anything, find me in my office and I'll accommodate you as best I can."
"Thank you, Airi," Kiyone said in Juraian.
Nodding, Airi cordially walked out of sight, and Kiyone entered her dormitory, her new home, her new life. She found her dormmates in the middle of exploring their surprisingly large room together, and thankfully, she had read enough of the handbook to at least make formal greetings with them in Juraian.
"Hello. Let's get acquainted, shall we?" Kiyone began, carefully pronouncing every syllable as she studied them. "I am Kiyone Makibi, and you?"
"Niwase Yamana," one of them answered dryly.
"Achi Hosokawa," the other answered equally dryly. "But what's your real name?"
"Excuse me?" Kiyone asked, cocking her head.
"Stop pretending to be Juraian, will you? What's your Renoiran name?"
Kiyone felt slightly insulted. With all this effort she's putting into becoming a Juraian, the least they could do is encourage her, not remind her of what she isn't, yet. But she wasn't ready to fight this battle yet, so she went for an evasive maneuver.
"Tell yours, then I'll tell," she told Achi.
"What? I don't have a Renoiran name."
Kiyone smiled. "Neither do I."
Preview of Next Chapter
Mihoshi: "Wow, this welcoming ceremony has so much food to eat!"
Mitsuki: "I'm more interested in what happens when the ceremony is over. I've come a long way from Jurai to show that I'm prime Galaxy Police material."
Kiyone: "Je ni pas acho voi colocamera sara essere impresionat, stolta. [I do not believe your roommates are going to be impressed, fool.]"
Mitsuki: "Oh, keep your face in that Juraian handbook of yours, Makibi! I know you're the one who's about to get kicked out by their dormmates!"
Mihoshi: "Hey, that's funny, because that's happening to me too, but I have no idea why! The next chapter of Academy Days!: Moving Out… and In!"
"It's unquestionably a confusing and slightly embaressing secnario!"
Authors Note: The academy days are here!
Five chapters in, we have gotten to the part of the story that I am personally the most excited for. While Tenchi Muyo! GXP only gave us the briefest glimpse at what the Galaxy Police Academy looked like and how it actually functioned, I plan to show everything, at least my version of it.
Ryoko Balta's cold-open scene was an addition I made later on while writing this. Moving into the "Academy" portion of the story felt like a good time to remind you of the lingering danger waiting for Kiyone, Mihoshi, and Mitsuki in the present time. Eventually, they will need to wrap up their story and fend off Ryoko Balta's pirates a second time.
Some may like to imagine that the fateful meeting of Kiyone and Mihoshi specifically would have been during an important yet chance occasion where they would immediately connect, but I don't think so. Here, I introduce them as just two women who found themselves in the same place, but even the smallest gestures of kindness they show toward each other (Kiyone making room for Mihoshi to sit down, Mihoshi subtly helping Kiyone with a question on the entrance exam) are important milestones for them because, like infants, their first few small and brave steps will lead to lead to bolder and more confident ones that will solidify their friendship.
Airi Fujikawa makes her appearance here as the charismatic secretary for the Galaxy Police Academy's headmaster (whose identity I will not disclose at this time). While this story is mainly about our three heroines, Academy Days! will also go into Airi's backstory and show her rise to power in the Galaxy Police, eventually becoming the GP superintendent by the time of Galaxy Police Complex. Hopefully, you'll soon learn that there is much more to this seemingly ordinary, thirty-something woman than meets the eye.
Niwase and Achi were to briefly mentioned women that Mitsuki brought up in episode fifteen of Tenchi Universe. Since we knew nothing about them, I thought to have some fun and give them the surnames Yamana and Hosokawa. For those who know a little bit about Japanese history, the Yamana and Hosokawa clans were the main belligerents of the Ōnin War which ravaged central Japan for ten years in the fifteenth century and led to the famous Sengoku period.
I suppose I could go on and on with the trivia, but here seems to be a good point to stop for now.