Disclaimer: I do not own Tenchi Muyo or claim to own anything in association with the Tenchi Franchise. Pioneer and AIC own all right to the franchise and not me. Warning: loss of money will result if you try to sue me, Sir Eval Sweetwater, for I am not in anyway financially rich, in saying so, your time and lawyers (especially lawyers) will offset any money gain from me by several millions, since I don't make much money, you're wasting your time and money! I also do not have any rights to the Conspiracy Factor franchise.

Somewhat Damaged

By Sir Eval Sweetwater

Prologue

000

Life…is meaningless
We exist because we think we exist, even if we try to deny it
We still exist,though, one could say:"in a different level existence"

I think therefore I am

Reality
Is in the eye of the beholder, or should I say, "In the mind of the beholder"
Complex brain functions are what we use to determine our outside environment And since we experience – this so-called "reality" differently
It is safe to imply that what you see is not what I see, or he see, or even she

I think therefore it is

Emotions
Are a little more complicated
We evaluate and interpret what we see
What stimulates us and produce hormones
To understand and cope with existence and reality

I think therefore I felt

And so
The endless helix of utter meaningless
Spirals for eternity
Questioned but petrified

We can only assume
What we think we know
And produce what we want to produce

I think therefore I must have

And what do we produce?
Purpose?

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December 12th, 2010 AD/ 0042 SE/ 1st Year of Hideki Amaki's Reign

A day like any other day, the sun rose softly from the eastern shoreline diminishing the fog that had settled on the night before. The city slowly came alive with people opening up their shops of business. The Le Mar Bay Fishing Wharf, as usual, opened earlier than anywhere else in the city. No surprise, since fishermen often prefer catching fish at night in the waters of the Murray and haul their catch to the wharf to be sold to the merchants as soon as possible, the early morning.

Through the mostly empty streets, a woman walked alone, rich blue hair cascaded down her slim small back. She wore a traditional Atmissian dress, known as a Ce Mana, it was a sleeveless, light-weight, summer dress in a hue of light blue. It was a very simple dress, really.

She reached her little bakery "La Boulangerie Rose" and opened her little shop about an hour before the students of the local primary and secondary schools arrived at her shop on their way to school. She started her daily routing of baking breads and pastries.

"What a wonderful day!" she thought to herself, true, it was not like the home she had left almost a year ago but compared to Jurai this place was a lot better. Here, no one knew her; she was just a regular Jane living life comfortably and hopefully peaceful.

She sat near the cash register welcoming customers and making transactions. What a great life, she has not felt this way about life in a long time, who knew such a simple lifestyle could bring her such, joy!

But then, just as she was enjoy this fine day, a woman dress in a Galaxy Police uniform walked into her shop, "Hello, are you the owner of this fine establishment? I'm First Class GPX Homicide Detective Yoko Yurie." And with that, she extended her arm to the lady behind the counter.

The blue-haired lady behind the counter didn't move she just stared at her. Homicide Detective, shit, better act cool.

"Akime Naoko, how can I help you?" Akime then shook the officer's hand. Damn, ruining my good mood!

"Yes, actually, Miss Naoko I was wondering if you have any time to spare? The GPX and the Juraian Government believe you might have valuable information that might lead to the resolution of a homicide. I'm really only here to discuss a certain purchase you recently made."

Purchase? "Absolutely, take all the time you need."

"Don't worry Miss Naoko, this will only take a few minutes."

"'Kay"

Akime got up from her side of the counter and walked towards the door and locked it. She then turned the "open" sign that was hanging on the store window backwards so that it now read "close" from the outside. She then looked towards Yoko and smiled, "Would you like some coffee? Cordongates is known for our famous Athenian coffee."

"Oh, ah", Yoko extended her arms trying to deny the offer but…Damn! This is too tempting. Ah man, I can smell it brewing.

"Please, sit down at one of the tables. Are you hungry, Miss Yurie?" Pointing at the few tables she had inside her shop. Resistances is futile, woman!

"To tell you the truth, I just arrived here not to long ago. I could sure use something to eat." Yurie sat down at one of the tables and opened her laptop she was carrying with her and waited for the all-too-welcoming mug of coffee.

Akime came back with a red tray with two tall coffee mugs and an arrangement of sweet breads. "I hope you like sweets," she said putting the tray down and giving Yurie her coffee, "These here are called Conchas, they're very good! Especially delicious when they are warm and soft like these here."

"Thank you, Miss Naoko" Wait, did she say conchas? Sweet, delicious conchas? Strange.

"You're welcome." Akime sat down on the other side of the table sipping some of her coffee. Yoko garbed and munched on one of the super tasty Conchas on the red tray while Akime simply sipped some more of her coffee.

"These are very good! Where did you learn to bake?" She managed say in between bites. She tried to be clean, a difficult task since the sugary, hardened paste on top of the bread often crumbles by even the slightest pressure.

"Why, thank you, I started baking quite awhile ago when I lived on a remote planet – somewhere, hmp" she paused averting her eyes to her coffee, "and then – I took cooking classes in the Universal Art Institute in Ghanjiha." She looked up and smiled, an obviously fake smile.

Yoko could tell something was not right; she will have to push Ms. Naoko if she wanted to find out more.

"Really, I've seen this type of bread before, this remote planet, by any chance, called Earth?", A bit suspicious, Yoko look more carefully at Akime's eyes, If she says no she's lying, this is an Earth product! Not only that but the Concha was a regional product almost exclusivity sold in North America, especially Mexico.

"Why, yes! Either you're psychic or my civil liberties are being abused!" She giggled, her laughter left a bitter taste in her mouth, oh wait, that's right, I'm drinking coffee.

"Miss Naoko, don't worry, your civil liberties are not being compromised, I just happened to be currently living there." Well, she didn't lie, I think I could trust her, though, quite strange she'd been to Earth, a non-interference zone even now.

"Oh, I see." Shit! Washu tracked me down! She's dead what do you have to prove! Why can't they just leave me alone! Damn you Tenchi!

Yoko finished drinking her coffee and swiped the crumbs off her lips, "So, what do I owe you."

"It's your lucking day, Miss Yurie, you owe me nothing." I hope this doesn't qualify as bribery, though, I do wish the same effect.

"Miss Naoko, may we precede? I would like to ask you a few questions?" Yoko focused her attention on her laptop, searching for the case files.

Akime folded her arms across her chest, "Go ahead."

Yoko cleared her throat, "Okay, on May 5th, 0041 of the Space Era did you purchase a Sandoval Industries Z38 Military Version Alphamanadroid, unit number NU-Z38-PAI85-7648-109?"

Be cool, "Well, I certainly do have a Sandoval Industries Z38, but I did not know it was a military version, the android has proven itself useful I programmed it for servitude."

"Yes well, we're not concerned about you owning a military Z38, outdated anyways, but what we're concerned about is how you purchased a military Z38."

"Well, it came along as an incentive for purchasing the space ship I bought." Akime notice that Yoko was typing on her small laptop and it seems she was looking through it carefully.

"A Trans-Universal B-type Cruiser the "Dragonfly" built by Washu?" Yoko said.

"Ah, yes it's the Dragonfly, but, Washu? I don't understand? The make of the vehicle is Katavov-Saeryuu International, the LeCompton R9 Twin Engine Specter is the model; it said in the manual." Raising her hand with extended index finger.

"Miss Naoko, no such model has ever been produce, true, there is much a thing as the Lecompton R9 CIV, but the R9s are commercial frigates."

"Oh" Akime knew it was from Washu, the R9 was something she read in the news and tried to use to bullshit her way out of the incriminating question.

Yoko informed Akime, "Your dealer probably got the vehicle from the black market and stuck a name on it, including the manual."

"Oh", Right, actually, the ship has no name beyond "Dragonfly" and why would Washu write up a manual for her own ship, Yoko's probably isn't thinking right, shame on you! You call yourself a detective!

A small period of silence grew between the two, both waited for the other to speak.

"Anyways, does your ship have a bluish-green tint on the hull and a crab-like image imprinted on the control console?" Yoko said, the silence broken.

"Yes! It's really cute and FAST!" Clapping her hands together, "ah, not that I'm disobeying the speed and acceleration limits or anything." Damn, Akime almost blew her innocents straight out the door, got to be more careful.

"Okay, sure," right, "just a few more questions, do you know from who you purchased the Dragonfly and the Z38?"

"Why, I don't remember, all the paperwork is at home. But I think I remember it was from a dealership in Ghanjiha. Let's see, Reihy's Dealership! I think, why?"

"Are you certain?" She was not sure if she believed her story, something about Ms. Naoko seemed odd.

"Yes," putting on her most honest face, "I'm pretty sure it was from Reihy's"

"Okay, here's the deal, Miss Naoko, you purchased a stolen vehicle. Now under the Universal Accord, we have to compound the ship" She said it as plainly as she could.

"But that's my ship!" Akime said in protest, "You have no right to take property with out due process of law!"

"Yes, you're right, but it's not your ship and the paperwork is being processed and - look, don't worry Miss Naoko, you're going to get your money back from the dealership."

"That's a lot of money, Miss Yurie, though, that means I could put it in the bank and save up..." Akime went into deep thought.

Hmp! She's a strange one. "One last question, do you, by any chance, know this woman on this image", Yoko turned the laptop to face Akime, a picture was on the screen.

Akime stared at the image, there she was in that image with – Tenchi, and it gave her goose bumps just looking at her. She's dead.

"Miss Akime?"

Akime snapped back, "No, I – never met her, I sorry, I can't help you."

End of Prologue
Author's Notes

Alt. Universe, although time is constant, history is dynamic. Having said this, everyone has their own story to tell about their place in history, their contribution, their reason for existence. Based heavily on Tenchi Muyo OVA series, I consider this fanfic more of an anthology or a group of intertwining stories of several characters and their place in history, rather than one story. The most important characters in this story are Ayeka and a new character simply named D, this is not a A/D romance nor a A/T romance either, they simply will change the course of events more than others.

Another Note: This is also not a Ryoko/Tenchi romance, though it might lean to an R/T. But this does not mean much, if you're expecting a Ryo-Tenchi forever type fic, than please stop reading as of now, for your only wasting your time. Criticism can be constructive, but I will ignore all R/T suggestive comments.

Also, I'm trying something different from other Tenchi fanfics so don't be to surprise if the story is so unorthodox.

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11/13/2005: I will be releasing Canto Three in parts! Part I by this year!

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