Private Bet #10 ver. 1.00
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1d: With Friends Like These, Who Needs Enemies?!
~~~~~~~~~~
From their places on the Plane of Neutrality several interested parties
watched Ranma in the Pool of Destiny. Currently it was now at one of
those all too rare quiet moments, the calm before the storm so to speak.
"I never thought I'd say this but I feel sorry for him."
Shadow shook his head in disbelief at the sheer amount of havoc that one
little change had caused. And he'd thought *his* life had been messed up.
This world's Ranma had problems that would kill most men, figuratively and literally.
The Splugorth never were good losers; toss in the Vampire Intelligences,
half the Dark Pantheons, the Kreeghor Empire, Naruni Enterprises,
the Coalition States, the Gargoyle Empire and assorted villains and monsters
that would all love to see Saotome as a corpse and you had a recipe
for Trouble a'la Ranma. How any one person could manage to offend ALL
of them and still stay in one piece for so long was a mystery beyond
even Shadow's comprehension.
"Um....can someone refresh my memory? I'm not that familiar with this
class of Knight."
The Bard was rather envious at this point.
Why couldn't HE have this kind of luck with girls?!!
The Guardian had finally gotten over his shock, and even felt a
grudging admiration toward Zora for having the sheer audacity
to pull something like this. He produced a podium and chart from
"Gratuitous Plot Device Space" and went into his droning professor
lecture mode
The others all groaned painfully.
"Ranma has been changed by the Cosmic Forge, an ancient
sentient artifact of immense power, into one of the most powerful
classes of heroes in the Multiverse."
A life-sized three dimensional hologram of Ranma projected from
the chart behind him. It was perfect in very detail down to the
number of hairs in Ranma's pigtail.
"Part of this transformation process literally recreates the
chosen Knight's body into one at the peak of their full potential.
They become faster, healthier, much tougher, and a lot stronger.
In Ranma's specific case it also appears to have compensated for
the ten years of malnutrition that he suffered under Genma's care."
The Guardian produced a laser pointer that he used to highlight the changes to
Ranma's physique. The female portion of the audience suddenly started to pay
close attention to the territory the red light roamed over.
"Note for instance, a growth in height of approximately eight
inches as well as a 35% increase in general muscular development."
Wolf whistles came from some of the Valkyries as well as from some
of the more uninhibited nymphs.
"Ranma's features also have undergone a change that gives him
a more refined and mature look that seems to be partly responsible
for his problems with over enthusiastic women."
Chuckles and snickers from the males were greeted with dirty
looks from the assorted females.
The men wisely shut up.
"As a higher order of being he doesn't need food and
can function quite effectively even in the vacuum of space.
Also as a CosmoKnight, Ranma is essentially immortal.
He won't ever age past the point where he was transformed.
Unless something kills him, he just won't die."
"Oh that makes plenty of sense."
Sarcasm was Shadow's forte and he used it with the same
precision that made him the deadly sword master he was.
"Let's not forget his combat abilities."
Rowan reminded him, this unusual break from his normal
quiet mode raising more then a few eyebrows..
"You're the tactician Shadow."
"Fine."
The chart was replaced by a giant movie screen, the dark warrior
always was one for the dramatic.
A new picture of Ranma appeared, this time from one of the
many battles he had fought in the world of Rifts.
"To make a long story short CosmoKnights are able to
shrug off most conventional weaponry, nothing short of
a duranium hyper-velocity rail-gun slug will cause more then
superficial damage to them. Energy Weapons are even worse,
Ranma's resistance to them is so great that it would take at least a
CCW Cruiser Mark XXX Heavy Particle Beam Cannon
to give him more then a minor burn. As for Plasma or Nuclear weapons,
forget it. He can laugh them off, theoretically a CosmoKnight can survive
even in the raging inferno that lies within the heart of a star."
"Holy shit."
"Exactly, and that's not even the tip of the iceberg. Ranma's
now got a set of Cosmic Armor that is as tough as he is and that he
can summon at any time."
"Geeze, can ANYTHING hurt him anymore?!?!?"
"I didn't say that he doesn't have any weaknesses,
notice I said 'conventional' weapons."
"You mean...?"
"Magic, Psionics, Ki and all sorts of UNconventional
attacks work just fine on him. Also most supernatural
monsters are quite capable of hurting him as well
although he can hurt them back too."
"Interesting choice of armor, I was expecting something a
little more medieval from him."
"Appearances can be deceiving Rowan."
"True."
"What the heck is that??!!"
The Bard pointed to a scene where Ranma was
fighting one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
A giant beam of sparkling energy that made the Perfect Shi-Shi-Hokodan
look like one of Dan Hibiki's fireballs blasted forth from
Ranma's outstretched hands to utterly engulf the demon of Pestilence.
When the glare from the blast and resulting explosion died away all
that was left of it was a small mound of burning dead bugs and scorched
ashes inside of a twenty foot crater. Ranma casually blew two small wisps
of smoke from his forefingers before the image dissolved and reformed
back to the present.
"That....was impressive."
"Oh, that would just be his Cosmic Energy Blasts."
"JUST his WHAT Blasts??!!"
"Ranma's now a living battery of Cosmic Energy,
he can fire blasts of it from his hands at will."
"Exactly how strong are these blasts of his?"
"They're about as powerful as a midsize tactical nuke in the
10-15 megaton range. Maybe a little bit more now that he's
gotten more experienced at using them. If he's in space Ranma
can temporarily pump them up to the level of anti-matter
cruise missiles. Course that would also drain most of his
energy reserves but he can still do it. Keep in mind now that there
is a difference in terms of the area affected. Ranma's
attack can be considered more powerful because the beams
travel straight and affect a much smaller target area with all of
that damage and even though the blasts are very powerful
Ranma also has pinpoint accuracy when firing them."
"Are you putting me ON??!!!"
"Do I look like I'm joking here?"
"Bu..bu...bu....but...THAT'S INSANE!!!"
"I guess the Cosmic Weapon can wait."
The Bard's eyebrows started twitching violently.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-Back to Someplace Relatively Normal
Nodoka Saotome smiled at the young and very
beautiful teenage girl. Such fire, such spirit, such skill
with a Soul Sword. This would be an excellent mate for Ranma,
Yohko was a bride fit for a man among men.
After all it was a mother's duty to make sure that only the best
became her son's fiancee.
"So do we have a deal?"
Yohko's mother held out her hand.
"Deal."
They shook hands. One shared thought filled both their minds.
{Grandchildren!}
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Genma spent all of five minutes searching for his son. His thoughts ran
along the lines of what his eventual fate would be if he couldn't find Ranma.
{Boygonegonnadieboygonegonnadieboygonegonnadieboygonegonnadie!!!}
Genma being Genma finally came up with a way to save
his furry hide for at least another day.
{I'll just hide at the Tendo's! Once I explain everything to Soun
he won't mind.}
He had a plan. Poor ungrateful Ranma, the boy just had to go
and drown to spoil all of his father's plans for a
long and luxurious retirement.
Oh well, time to go find something to eat.
Genma the Grizzly shambled off in the
direction of the Chinese Amazon village.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
About half an hour after Genma left another figure
entered the cursed training ground of Jusenkyo.
"Where on Earth am I now??!!!" Ryoga screamed
up to the uncaring heavens.
In hindsight it really wasn't such a smart idea for him to hold up
his umbrella dramatically to the looming black thunderstorm approaching
and yell, "Damn you Ranma Saotome!!! This is all your fault!!"
Lightning crashed down.
Unfortunately for Ryoga this was the
Trademarked Secret Technique of the Kuno clan.
Divine Copyright Protection Enforcement kicked in.
Ryoga learned that depleted uranium umbrellas make
great lightning rods.
*ZOT*
"Aiiiieeee!!!!"
A blackened Ryoga desperately leapt into the nearest
spring to put out the fire in his hair.
Again, in hindsight this wasn't one of his brighter ideas.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Mmmm."
Ranma moaned softly around the tongue dancing in his mouth.
The bane of the lost boy's existence was busy at the moment.
One by one the individual crew members had snuck into his room to
each give him a "personal farewell". Right now Commander Ayla had
him backed up against his cabin wall as she gave him a lip lock that
would have suffocated Ranma if he had still needed to breathe.
It wasn't that he was a lecher or a cad. Ranma just could not deny a girl
when she wanted something from him, one of the leftover remnants of his
training under Genma.
It would be a week until he left.
Good thing he didn't need sleep anymore.
A familiar softness pressed against his chest to remind
him that there were other, more pleasant things to
think about now.
{Nope, definitely not going to get any sleep on this trip.}
To be continued...
~~~~~~~~~~
1d: With Friends Like These, Who Needs Enemies?!
~~~~~~~~~~
From their places on the Plane of Neutrality several interested parties
watched Ranma in the Pool of Destiny. Currently it was now at one of
those all too rare quiet moments, the calm before the storm so to speak.
"I never thought I'd say this but I feel sorry for him."
Shadow shook his head in disbelief at the sheer amount of havoc that one
little change had caused. And he'd thought *his* life had been messed up.
This world's Ranma had problems that would kill most men, figuratively and literally.
The Splugorth never were good losers; toss in the Vampire Intelligences,
half the Dark Pantheons, the Kreeghor Empire, Naruni Enterprises,
the Coalition States, the Gargoyle Empire and assorted villains and monsters
that would all love to see Saotome as a corpse and you had a recipe
for Trouble a'la Ranma. How any one person could manage to offend ALL
of them and still stay in one piece for so long was a mystery beyond
even Shadow's comprehension.
"Um....can someone refresh my memory? I'm not that familiar with this
class of Knight."
The Bard was rather envious at this point.
Why couldn't HE have this kind of luck with girls?!!
The Guardian had finally gotten over his shock, and even felt a
grudging admiration toward Zora for having the sheer audacity
to pull something like this. He produced a podium and chart from
"Gratuitous Plot Device Space" and went into his droning professor
lecture mode
The others all groaned painfully.
"Ranma has been changed by the Cosmic Forge, an ancient
sentient artifact of immense power, into one of the most powerful
classes of heroes in the Multiverse."
A life-sized three dimensional hologram of Ranma projected from
the chart behind him. It was perfect in very detail down to the
number of hairs in Ranma's pigtail.
"Part of this transformation process literally recreates the
chosen Knight's body into one at the peak of their full potential.
They become faster, healthier, much tougher, and a lot stronger.
In Ranma's specific case it also appears to have compensated for
the ten years of malnutrition that he suffered under Genma's care."
The Guardian produced a laser pointer that he used to highlight the changes to
Ranma's physique. The female portion of the audience suddenly started to pay
close attention to the territory the red light roamed over.
"Note for instance, a growth in height of approximately eight
inches as well as a 35% increase in general muscular development."
Wolf whistles came from some of the Valkyries as well as from some
of the more uninhibited nymphs.
"Ranma's features also have undergone a change that gives him
a more refined and mature look that seems to be partly responsible
for his problems with over enthusiastic women."
Chuckles and snickers from the males were greeted with dirty
looks from the assorted females.
The men wisely shut up.
"As a higher order of being he doesn't need food and
can function quite effectively even in the vacuum of space.
Also as a CosmoKnight, Ranma is essentially immortal.
He won't ever age past the point where he was transformed.
Unless something kills him, he just won't die."
"Oh that makes plenty of sense."
Sarcasm was Shadow's forte and he used it with the same
precision that made him the deadly sword master he was.
"Let's not forget his combat abilities."
Rowan reminded him, this unusual break from his normal
quiet mode raising more then a few eyebrows..
"You're the tactician Shadow."
"Fine."
The chart was replaced by a giant movie screen, the dark warrior
always was one for the dramatic.
A new picture of Ranma appeared, this time from one of the
many battles he had fought in the world of Rifts.
"To make a long story short CosmoKnights are able to
shrug off most conventional weaponry, nothing short of
a duranium hyper-velocity rail-gun slug will cause more then
superficial damage to them. Energy Weapons are even worse,
Ranma's resistance to them is so great that it would take at least a
CCW Cruiser Mark XXX Heavy Particle Beam Cannon
to give him more then a minor burn. As for Plasma or Nuclear weapons,
forget it. He can laugh them off, theoretically a CosmoKnight can survive
even in the raging inferno that lies within the heart of a star."
"Holy shit."
"Exactly, and that's not even the tip of the iceberg. Ranma's
now got a set of Cosmic Armor that is as tough as he is and that he
can summon at any time."
"Geeze, can ANYTHING hurt him anymore?!?!?"
"I didn't say that he doesn't have any weaknesses,
notice I said 'conventional' weapons."
"You mean...?"
"Magic, Psionics, Ki and all sorts of UNconventional
attacks work just fine on him. Also most supernatural
monsters are quite capable of hurting him as well
although he can hurt them back too."
"Interesting choice of armor, I was expecting something a
little more medieval from him."
"Appearances can be deceiving Rowan."
"True."
"What the heck is that??!!"
The Bard pointed to a scene where Ranma was
fighting one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
A giant beam of sparkling energy that made the Perfect Shi-Shi-Hokodan
look like one of Dan Hibiki's fireballs blasted forth from
Ranma's outstretched hands to utterly engulf the demon of Pestilence.
When the glare from the blast and resulting explosion died away all
that was left of it was a small mound of burning dead bugs and scorched
ashes inside of a twenty foot crater. Ranma casually blew two small wisps
of smoke from his forefingers before the image dissolved and reformed
back to the present.
"That....was impressive."
"Oh, that would just be his Cosmic Energy Blasts."
"JUST his WHAT Blasts??!!"
"Ranma's now a living battery of Cosmic Energy,
he can fire blasts of it from his hands at will."
"Exactly how strong are these blasts of his?"
"They're about as powerful as a midsize tactical nuke in the
10-15 megaton range. Maybe a little bit more now that he's
gotten more experienced at using them. If he's in space Ranma
can temporarily pump them up to the level of anti-matter
cruise missiles. Course that would also drain most of his
energy reserves but he can still do it. Keep in mind now that there
is a difference in terms of the area affected. Ranma's
attack can be considered more powerful because the beams
travel straight and affect a much smaller target area with all of
that damage and even though the blasts are very powerful
Ranma also has pinpoint accuracy when firing them."
"Are you putting me ON??!!!"
"Do I look like I'm joking here?"
"Bu..bu...bu....but...THAT'S INSANE!!!"
"I guess the Cosmic Weapon can wait."
The Bard's eyebrows started twitching violently.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-Back to Someplace Relatively Normal
Nodoka Saotome smiled at the young and very
beautiful teenage girl. Such fire, such spirit, such skill
with a Soul Sword. This would be an excellent mate for Ranma,
Yohko was a bride fit for a man among men.
After all it was a mother's duty to make sure that only the best
became her son's fiancee.
"So do we have a deal?"
Yohko's mother held out her hand.
"Deal."
They shook hands. One shared thought filled both their minds.
{Grandchildren!}
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Genma spent all of five minutes searching for his son. His thoughts ran
along the lines of what his eventual fate would be if he couldn't find Ranma.
{Boygonegonnadieboygonegonnadieboygonegonnadieboygonegonnadie!!!}
Genma being Genma finally came up with a way to save
his furry hide for at least another day.
{I'll just hide at the Tendo's! Once I explain everything to Soun
he won't mind.}
He had a plan. Poor ungrateful Ranma, the boy just had to go
and drown to spoil all of his father's plans for a
long and luxurious retirement.
Oh well, time to go find something to eat.
Genma the Grizzly shambled off in the
direction of the Chinese Amazon village.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
About half an hour after Genma left another figure
entered the cursed training ground of Jusenkyo.
"Where on Earth am I now??!!!" Ryoga screamed
up to the uncaring heavens.
In hindsight it really wasn't such a smart idea for him to hold up
his umbrella dramatically to the looming black thunderstorm approaching
and yell, "Damn you Ranma Saotome!!! This is all your fault!!"
Lightning crashed down.
Unfortunately for Ryoga this was the
Trademarked Secret Technique of the Kuno clan.
Divine Copyright Protection Enforcement kicked in.
Ryoga learned that depleted uranium umbrellas make
great lightning rods.
*ZOT*
"Aiiiieeee!!!!"
A blackened Ryoga desperately leapt into the nearest
spring to put out the fire in his hair.
Again, in hindsight this wasn't one of his brighter ideas.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Mmmm."
Ranma moaned softly around the tongue dancing in his mouth.
The bane of the lost boy's existence was busy at the moment.
One by one the individual crew members had snuck into his room to
each give him a "personal farewell". Right now Commander Ayla had
him backed up against his cabin wall as she gave him a lip lock that
would have suffocated Ranma if he had still needed to breathe.
It wasn't that he was a lecher or a cad. Ranma just could not deny a girl
when she wanted something from him, one of the leftover remnants of his
training under Genma.
It would be a week until he left.
Good thing he didn't need sleep anymore.
A familiar softness pressed against his chest to remind
him that there were other, more pleasant things to
think about now.
{Nope, definitely not going to get any sleep on this trip.}
To be continued...
