TRTSS 30: His Honor and Duty! – DS Wynne


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Note: This is a multi-genre one-shot.


Part 3


Meanwhile, within the facility, the other members of Ranma's team are in place…

"Hey, buddy," said a Russian guard, as he waited by the ramp of the cargo plan.

Mousse looks up from his magazine, and looks outside the cargo plane. He and Shampoo had managed to intercept the plane intended for the Arkhangelsk Dam facility, where it will be used to ship weapons and parademons out of the country. According to Ranma's intelligence, the plane was to travel from Oolong Island, located in the Yellow Sea, and then proceed through the Qinghai Province in China, before landing at Arkhangelisk Dam's airfield. Mousse and Shampoo's mission was to intercept that plane en route, which was an arduous task…

FLASHABACK!

"Mousse, I see that plane," Shampoo said, as she used her cat eyes to increase the range of her vision. She and all the other Jusenkyo-cursed members of the Nerima Wrecking Crew have long since mastered their cursed forms to great effects.

Shampoo then turns towards her partner.

"The plane will reach the point where the distance between it and the ground is the shortest, in a few minutes," Shampoo said.

"Then, we better get going," Mousse said, as he continued to stretched.

"Would you get on with it?" Shampoo said with annoyance.

"Fine, fine," Mousse said. "You're just doing this to impress Saotome."

"I'm doing this mission to prevent alien weapons from being used against innocents, or do I need to remind you about the coming 'dark times'? It is bad enough that this world could fall from human hubris, but we don't need some acolyte exacerbating the impending process."

"Humph."

"Well, are you ready?" Shampoo said, as she gets ready to sprint.

"Just watch me," Mousse replied.

Shampoo and Mousse waits for the precise moment to make a break for the passing plane…

"Now!" Shampoo said, as she takes off running, with Mousse right behind her. They poured on the speed and took to the skies by manipulating their chi and aura to simulate flight, thanks to lessons learned from Ranma (due to his experience on Chikyuu, home of the Z Warriors)…

As the pair got close enough to the passing cargo plane, Mousse let loose a series of grappling hooks from his sleeves. Once attached to the hull, Shampoo grabbed Mousse's waist.

"Awww," Mousse sighed with contentment, as he felt Shampoo's supple body.

"Don't get any ideas," Shampoo said, as she begins to climb over her estranged husband, and the up the chains until she got to the hull of the plane. She then used her control over her Jusenkyo cat curse to unleashed cat claws in one hand. After strengthening them with her aura, she ripped open a hole in the plane small enough to allow people in, one person at a time. She then signals Mousse below her, before climbing aboard. Afterwards, Mousse yanks on the release of his grappling hook, and is pulled up to the plane. When he gets to the hull, Shampoo pulls Mousse inside, where they proceed to take out the plane crew…

END FLASHBACK!

"What?" Mousse replied.

"You got a light?"

"Sure," Mousse said, as he takes out a lighter from pocket space, and tossed it to the Russian. "I want it back, though."

"Sure, sure," the Russian replied, as he lit up his cigarette. While he does so, Mousse notices Shampoo-neko scurrying across the tarmac.

"Interesting weather we're having, eh?" the Russian said, while he tossed back the cigarette lighter to Mousse.

"Oh, you can say something like that…"

Meanwhile, inside the complex…

"I would like to thank you for coming here, Lord Kuno," said General Arkady Ourumov, as he served as guide to the research facility at Arkhangelsk Dam. "Mishima Zaibatsu does good work in bioengineering, something that I and my associates can use."

"Well, my good man, the only reason why my associates and I even bothered to come here is to have the freedom of pure research and development," Tatewaki said, as he surveyed the lab. He was dressed in a white suit, wore a black pair of dressed shoes and a tie, and had a blue rose pendant on his lapel. Completing the ensemble was a pair of stylish glasses and a wooden cane. Thanks to his wife Nabiki's efforts, a cover was developed, as well as facilitating this contact, with the help of Usagi, of course.

"And that is what MY associates believe as well," said Ourumov proudly. "Since the 1990s, I have set up a system where I can set up contacts without the approval of Moscow."

"That is what concerns us, sir," said Dr. Akane Tendo said. Akane was using her time as "The Mistress"—back when she was under control of the rogue Timelord, named "The Master"—the youngest Tendo sister was able to fit in.

"As far as our government is concerned, we are not here," Akane said.

"Relax, Dr. Tendo," Ourumov said dismissively. "Your safeties have been taking to account."

"And will we have the resources to conduct our research?" Dr. Kodachi Kuno asked, as she adjusted her glasses. Her background in bio-chemical properties, developed even before her journey into the future, so that she could use potions and poisons to take down the opposition to her being with Ranma, allowed her to participate on this mission.

"My associates assure me of this," Ourumov. "In fact, you can meet him in person to discuss the matter yourselves."

Pause.

"Come; I have prepared a lunch for you all," Ourumov said. "It's Russian, but hearty."

"As your guest, we are honored by your show of generosity," Kuno said.

"No, the honor is mine," Ourumov said jovially.

As the delegation was about to leave, Ukyo Kuonji, disguised as Kuno's assistant, places a small, thin disk underneath one of the work stations. In fact, in every room, Ukyo has been placing these disks on places that could avoid being detected. And in all cases, she placed the disks whenever there was no one watching…

"Assistant?" Kuno said, as he glanced backwards. "Hurry up!"

"Coming, Lord Kuno!" Ukyo said, as she smiled, although, inwardly, she wanted to bash Kuno for treating her as his underling.

"I'm coming, you sonava-"

"What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing…"

Meanwhile, Ranma and Ryouga crossed the bridge to the dam's main entrance, and took out the guards. They didn't want to needlessly hurt or kill anyone, so they primarily used stealth tactics.

"That should do it," Ranma said, as he looks around. He then looks up.

"It looks like the rain is letting up…"

"Good for us," Ryouga said, as he acquires a head piece from one of the fallen guards. "By the way, how is your Russian?"

"[As good as always]," Ranma said in Russian. "[And yours]?"

"[I knew Russian long before YOU did]," Ryouga said likewise with a smirk.

"[Yeah, by you being lost all the time]."

"Whatever," Ryouga said, as he places the headpiece unto his head. "We got two more checkpoints to go through."

"And two more levels of opposition," Ranma said drolly. "Great…"

As Ryouga and Ranma hop into one of the vehicles bound for the main facility of their destination, Ranma's mind turns back to an earlier mission…

FLASHBACK!

2359 CE: Gul Morad Pirak's compound, Hathon, Golar Province (Bajor).

While the main Bajoran Resistance took a direct assault on Pirak's compound, the Shakaar Cell took advantage of the chaos to go through the back way…

"This is our situation," Shakaar said, as he and the others gathered around for a final briefing. "We were able to get this intelligence from our people inside, who were posing as servants."

"What's the opposition?" Ranma said.

"Well, from where we stand, very minimal, but we have twenty minutes before reinforcements are beamed in," Kira said.

"How?"

"I was able to set up a 'beaming scrambler' with Kira's help," O'Brien said. "They won't know the frequency to adjust to for a safe insertion."

"That should also scramble their sensors, correct?" Rayne replied.

"Correct. But, as time goes on, it becomes easier to beam through the scrambling field at an exponential rate. So, it is possible for Cardies to pop-in one, maybe two at a time."

"What about our exit?" Ranma asked.

"That, I was able to arranged," Prin said. "I was able to call down a shuttle to be stationed nearby without Pirak's authorization."

"And that will be your exit, Starfleet," Shakaar said. "I don't want the Bajoran people know that we had help in these missions. You know, for morale purposes."

"And my superiors don't want it to be known that Starfleet is involved on this world," Ranma said. "The last thing anyone wants is an expanded war."

"Why?" Kira asked. "Afraid of getting dirty?"

"Let's just say that we don't want the Romulans or anyone else to take advantage of the situation," Ranma said, as he turns to face the compound. "Now, once the screens have been knocked down, we can begin are mission-"

There was a noticeable pop, as sparkling light briefly appeared, before disappearing.

"The shields are down," O'Brien said, as he double-checked his sensors.

"Then, let's go!" Ranma said, as he slings his pack onto his back with the others. "Time is ticking."

And, with that, the Shakaar Cell swung into action, intent on completing the mission…

Tbc.