Y'know, I just found out that I spent this entire fic misspelling Miriya's name. I know there are probably other in-series errors that I still haven't caught, but for some reason that one sticks with me. I've fixed it.
PS: I hope the rather idiosyncratic titles don't bother anyone. I'm kinda having as much fun as I can with this repost.
Having said that, on with the show.
Chapter 8. Spy Trouble.
Commander Lisa Hayes stared at the gigantic fleet floating in space around the planet. It had to contained more ships than she could possibly count, and all of them were about the same size as the SDF-1 or larger.
"This doesn't look good." Ben Dixon muttered from his place standing to the left of Lisa.
Ranma Saotome nodded. "Thank you Ben, I'm sure we didn't know that already."
HR.
Several hours later, the three prisoners' peace and quiet was disturbed by the rather unsettling sensation of their prison being picked up and carried somewhere. Ranma looked through the glass on the front. "It looks like we're headed for some sort of briefing room."
Lisa got up and looked with him. "Yeah, really big briefing room though."
The container was placed down on a table and the top removed. A booming voice came from what Ranma had taken to be a column in the corner of the room. As it moved into the light, it was revealed to be a very tall, even for a Zentraedi, man wearing a Military uniform. "Hello. I am commander Bretai."
If Ranma didn't know better, he would swear that the large man was trying to be friendly. "Hi. I'm Captain Saotome." He said, waving.
Three of the Zentraedi, sitting near the back of the room, perked up at this and began whispering to each other in Zentraedi.
Lisa groaned and slapped her hand to her forehead. "Saotome..."
Bretai continued. "We wish to know all of your secrets of protoculture. You will tell us or we will kill you." Ranma had the unsettling feeling that Bretai wouldn't bat an eyelash at killing all of them and would think of it as standard procedure.
"Protoculture? What do you mean?" Lisa asked, confused.
Bretai's voice had an edge of irritation now. "Protoculture. The power source that two of your pilots have been using in battle. The thing that powers your vessel."
Ranma spoke up. "You mean Chi and Reflex Energy?"
Lisa glared at Ranma. "Shut up Saotome." Ranma promptly obeyed.
"Why do you males take orders from that female?" A random Zentraedi, sitting next to Bretai asked.
Ranma blinked. "She's my CO. I take orders from her because she outranks me."
Another Zentraedi muttered. "Males and Females in the same force? Unthinkable!"
Ben finally put in his two cents. "So...you guys don't have any girls in your military? That must suck."
Ranma and Lisa glared at him.
Bretai was getting curious now. "No. We do not interact with the Meltraedi. It is odd that you Micronian races mix so freely."
Ranma blinked. "You...don't interact with each other? Erm...then how do you have children?"
"Children? That word does not translate...what do you mean?"
Ranma, Lisa and Ben looked at each other, confused, before Lisa broke the silence.
"You know. New generations. Little Zentraedi..."
They went back and forth like this for a few minutes, going from Ranking systems to Chi blasts before the subject came to Romance and love. The Zentraedi didn't know what was relevant to Protoculture and what wasn't and the Humans were just answering questions that they were asked.
"What's love?" Ranma said, confused. "It's like...dating and kissing and stuff..." He trailed off
"Dating and Kissing and stuff?" Bretai questioned. "Show us."
Ranma blinked and shook his head frantically. "No...that wouldn't be a good idea."
Bretai frowned. "Show us what you mean or we will be forced to kill you."
Lisa shrugged resignedly. Looking between Ranma and Ben, she made a decision. "Captain Saotome. Kiss me."
Ranma stumbled back, waving his hands. "I...I can't do that." He stuttered, images of precisely what the girls in Nerima would do to him if they even found out cycling like a demented slideshow through his mind.
Lisa frowned. "We have no choice, Saotome. We have to show them or they'll kill us. So do it. Do I have to make it an order?"
Ranma looked down for a second. "Fine."
He leaned forward and kissed Lisa on the lips. His pigtail shot straight out behind him. When they broke the kiss, Ranma had a dopey grin on his face.
'That was...' He quickly squelched that thought. 'Akane was right, I am a pervert...Don't think about that. Think about Akane, Ukyo, Shampoo, Spatulas, Shinai, Pain... Remember, the Uncute tomboy...commander Hayes is a rather cute tomboy...BAD RANMA!.'
Ben Dixon was sitting on the floor, laughing his head off. "Captain...the look on your face is priceless!"
The Zentraedi however, were having a MUCH different reaction. "That was...repulsive." one spat, looking with disgust and fear at the three Micronians. Bretai was shaking his head with his hand resting on his forehead. "Take them back to the holding area." He said, as two guards grabbed the containment unit, closed the lid and carried it off.
HR.
"Captain Saotome!" Lisa yelled, waving her hand in front of Ranma's face.
"Huh?" Ranma said, coming out of his daze.
"Are you alright?" Lisa said, trying to keep the laughter out of her voice.
"I...I'm fine commander. Thanks for asking." Ranma said, before returning to his former state.
Lisa started thinking out loud. "Those Zentraedi seemed really disgusted with that kiss back in the conference room."
Ranma nodded absent mindedly and grunted. Ben spoke up. "It seems to have done a number on the captain, too."
Ranma glared. "Shut up Ben. Now, Commander. What's your point?"
Lisa shrugged. "What if we did it again when a guard comes in and ran out when he's distracted? We are so small in relation to these people that it'd be easy to hide."
"Wait a second. Do it again?" Ranma said. "NO! No way, No how." He shook his head and held his hands out in front of him.
"Captain, it's the only thing I can think of." Then Lisa had an idea. If Saotome had gone through that pageant just to avoid upsetting a few girls, perhaps it would work. "You don't want to kiss me again...do you?" She said, putting a bit of fake hurt into her voice. She hated herself for doing this but they had to get out of here.
Ranma shook his head. "No! That's not it at all. Please don't cry!" He was going insane by this point.
Lisa hid a smile behind her hand. It had worked. "Then...You'll do it!"
Ranma groaned. "Why me?"
Ben collapsed on the floor, laughing his head off. This was better than an Anime. He was quickly silenced by Ranma's boot jabbing into his gut.
HR.
Max Sterling crept through the Zentraedi Battleship, as quietly as he could. If this had been an normal battleship, that wouldn't be all that quietly considering the fact that he was in a Veritech, but since it was a Zentraedi battleship where the crew walking around made just about as much noise as a Veritech, he was rather successful.
About 5 minutes ago, he had seen a small box being carried through the halls. Thinking that it may contain his wingmen or Commander Hayes, he had followed the guards who were carrying the box to a room. The problem now was that said two guards were guarding the door.
"Damn. All I have to do is get in there." Max muttered, scratching his chin inside his Mecha. Suddenly, his wish was granted as it was apparently time for the changing of the guard. The two Zentraedi who were standing at the door walked off, Talking in they're native language. "Probably bitching about guard duty." max muttered as he walked towards the door and opened it.
HR.
Lisa heard the sound of footsteps outside of their prison. "Get ready." She whispered and held Ranma by the arms. As the door began to open, she kissed him on the lips, causing the same rather interesting reaction in his pigtail.
"Am...I missing something here?" A voice came out of the Zentraedi standing at the door.
Lisa glanced up, seeing a glimpse of blue and white armor through the Zentraedi military uniform. Ranma recognized the voice first. "Max?"
"The one and only. Now let's get out of here before the next shift comes in." Max said, deciding to ask about the scene that he just saw later. He lowered his Veritech's arm to the floor and the three prisoners got onto it. Putting them into the pockets of his Zentraedi uniform, he walked out, Right into the path of two Zentraedi guards. "Erm...Hi guys." Max said, nervously.
The Zentraedi exchanged glances before pulling they're service pistols and starting to shoot. Max dove out of the way and started running. Engaging his boosters, the back of his Zentraedi uniform shredded as the flames ripped through it.
"Great work Max. Get the whole ship after us." Ranma said, sarcastically as gunfire erupted all around them.
"With all due respect captain, shut up!" Max said, dodging said gunfire.
Max slid his Veritech into a lift, pushing the button for what he thought was a hangar. Some of the gunfire hit his Veritech before the door closed and an alarm in the cockpit began making an ominous screeching noise. "Erm...Everyone, we've got a problem. Some of the gunfire from those Zentraedi guards hit my power reactor. It's going to lose containment in about 3 minutes."
"How lovely." Lisa muttered as she looked at Ranma and Ben.
"Get out of there Max." Ranma yelled. "We can go the rest of the way on foot."
Max leaned down and popped his cockpit, Jumping from it to the ground. He was quickly followed by Ranma, carrying Commander Hayes, and Ben.
"Saotome. You can put me down now." Hayes said, dryly.
Ranma blushed and set her down. Max and Ben snickered despite the seriousness of the situation. The elevator came to a stop and the four people ran out of it.
HR.
The Micronian Mecha hasn't gotten off of the lift." A Zentraedi officer said as he pushed the recall button. "Get ready to destroy it."
As the lift door opened, Max's Veritech's Power reactor finally bit the bullet...and vaporized several Zentraedi in the process.
HR.
The four RDF officers ran through the gigantic corridors of the Zentraedi battleship, looking for some method of escape. They had been running for the last 10 minutes and had so far found nothing accept for crew quarters.
"Man, this place is huge." Ranma said, as they rounded another corner.
"I wasn't in this part of the ship when I was looking for you." max said, slightly angrily. "So I don't know where the hell we are either."
Lisa and Ben just ran in silence.
HR.
Brun, Reko and Kunda stood in front of Commander Bretai, wearing their best dress uniforms.
"You want to what?" Bretai asked, incredulously.
"We want to be Micronized and put aboard the Micronian battle fortress. We could bring back valuable information about them." Reko explained, matter of factly.
Bretai pondered. "We are getting low on Protoculture supplies and Micronization takes a rather large amount. Can you assure me that you will get results?"
Reko, Brun and Kunda all nodded. "We have a plan of attack. We can get right in to their society." Brun said, remembering their plan to just wander around and ask questions.
Bretai considered for a few moments longer and then nodded. "A Meltraedi battle group is being deployed to attack the Macross. I will request that you be transported by them. Dismissed."
As the three soon to be Zentraedi spies walked out of Bretai's quarters, excited muttering could be heard.
HR.
Ranma and the three other RDF officers walked into a hangar containing a transport vessel.
"This must be going back to the Macross." Ranma said, pointing at the Zentraedi battle pods being loaded onto the transport. "We can catch a ride on it."
Lisa nodded. "Yes. Let's go."
Ben looked doubtful but followed the two senior officers. Who was he to question. Max just followed Ben.
As it turned out, the transport was headed back to the front lines. It was full of empty battle pods that would be filled with pilots when they arrived at the anti-SDF-1 fleet.
HR.
Commander Hayes struggled to hang on to the over sized controls of the Zentraedi Battle pod. "Saotome, Do you have those flight controls figured out yet?" She asked.
"Yeah, I think so. We can blast outta here as soon as the weapons are online." Ranma responded, balancing on an extremely large flight control stick.
Lisa nodded. "Well, they're online now. Lt. Dixon, do you have that Comm broadcasting an RDF IFF yet?"
Ben just nodded.
"Then Let's go!" Ranma said, eager to get out of the Zentraedi transport and back to the Familiar surroundings of the SDF-1.
Commander Hayes triggered the Battle Pod's lasers and blew the door off of the transport.
Ranma cranked up the engines and flew out, right into the middle of a dogfight. Skull Squadron was engaged in battle with several of the Pods from the transport, as well as some strange looking Battle pods that looked more like Mecha than most Zentraedi units.
"Saotome! What the hell is going on?" Lisa asked, panic in her voice as a missile flew past the pod's cockpit window.
"Just a normal dogfight Commander." Ranma said as he jumped on the thruster bar, causing the pod to accelerate. "Hey Max. Make sure the Macross don't shoot us down."
Max began broadcasting to the SDF-1.
HR.
Sammy Porter jerked up in her seat as she got a signal. "Captain, Signal coming in. It's Lt. Sterling from vermilion."
Captain Gloval bolted upright in his chair. "Put it on main audio."
"...of vermilion squadron. We have Commander Hayes and she's fine. There were no fatalities in the squadron. We're currently in a Zentraedi battle pod that's squawking RDF IFF codes. We can't get near the Macross because of the battle between Skull and the Zentraedi."
Gloval grinned as he heard this. "Miss Porter. Order Skull lead to escort that battle pod to the landing deck."
HR.
Roy Fokker flew in behind an enemy battle pod and opened fire, fragging it. "Hey, Got it!" He yelled as he flew through the debris cloud.
His Radio beeped. "Captain Fokker, This is the Macross. You have been ordered to escort the Zentraedi battle pod that's sending an RDF IFF signal in to the landing deck...It's vermilion squadron."
Roy blinked. "Vermilion... Understood Macross." He said, then he muttered more quietly. "How does the kid do that?"
HR.
Captain Ranma Saotome, Commander Lisa Hayes, Lt. Max Sterling and Lt. Ben Dixon stumbled out of the Zentraedi battle pod when it came to a stop on the landing deck of the SDF-1. They were surprised to see a rather large group of people waiting for them.
Lin Minmei, new celebrity of the Macross, Ran forward and hugged Ranma fiercely. Behind her, Rick hunter waved and smiled.
The thoughts of the other three people in the party were, 'What am I? Chopped liver?' until the rest of the crowd descended upon them, Captain Gloval making it very clear that he expected a full report from Commander Hayes in the morning.
HR.
Ranma had finally been let out of the Med lab after yet another session of "Guinea pig duty." He was, needless to say, not too happy. Commander Lang had insisted on doing a full physical on all of the people who had been captured by the Zentraedi and he wasn't going to wait until they had a chance to settle back down. Why would he ever do something like that?
Seeing Ben and Max waiting outside of the doors, he waved them over. "C'mon guys. The dragon ain't open but I'll buy you lunch at the mess."
Max grinned. "No captain, Minmei told us to come down to the dragon. Apparently she has something to discuss with you."
Ranma gulped. "That can't be good." Thankfully, his train of thought was interrupted as an alarm went off.
The intercom crackled to life. "All main line squadrons report to the Launch deck. We are under attack."
"Phew. Saved by the bell." Ranma muttered as the three pilots ran off to the Launch bay.
HR.
As Vermillion launched, Ranma took a second to look around the battle field. Those strange new battle pods were back, and making minced meat out of Gold and Blue squadrons who had already launched.
"Alright people." Ranma said, setting his radio to the Squadron's frequency. "We got some new playmates. Be careful out there." He then pushed his throttles forward and dove into battle.
The new Zentraedi battle pods seemed to be better equipped and piloted than the older models. Ranma could still shoot most of them down easily but Ben was having trouble and Max's usually Ranmaesque kill rate was looking more like Ben's old one.
Max's voice came over the Radio. "I think I see their leader. I'm going for it."
"Understood, Vermillion 2. Be careful." Ranma said, just barely rolling out of the way of a Zentraedi missile.
HR.
Max Sterling flew after the Zentraedi battle pod, attempting to get it locked in his targeting sights. 'Man, This guy's almost as good as the Captain.' He thought as he continued to futilely try and line up a shot. In frustration, he let off a burst of fire that skimmed over the battle pod's canopy. This was getting annoying...
HR.
Miriya Parina spun her power armor around and attempted to line up the Micronian mecha in her sights just as it's pilot let off a shot. Jerking back on her control stick, she managed to avoid the fire but just barely. 'This Micronian fights well.' She thought, diving out of the way of another burst and launching some of her Missiles.
Max evaded several of the Zentraedi battle pod's missiles before firing back with his own. One of them scored, causing the pod to reel and tip. It was obviously better armored than most Zentraedi aircraft, as it survived the hit, but it was hurting.
Miriya cursed as half of her systems failed from the hit she had just sustained. Her left engine had failed and her weapons system was offline. Growling, she thumbed her comm unit and, using the little Micronian she had picked up so far, said. "Miriya defeated now but you no do again!" She then flew back to her carrier, deciding that living was better than the alternative.
Max was suddenly reminded of one of Captain Saotome's stories about a "Kiss of death." It was really Too bad he didn't remember the other half of the story...
HR.
Vermillion and later Skull were able to destroy or heavily damage enough of the enemy battle pods to drive them back. Ranma put his Veritech down on the landing deck, quickly followed by the rest of Vermillion. Popping his Canopy, he wiped the sweat off of his brow. That Cockpit got hot after a while.
"Man that was one hell of a fight." He said, to no one in particular, as he climbed down to the ground.
Roy Fokker, who had just landed with Skull at the next landing zone over, nodded in agreement. "Yeah kid, you can say that again. I heard the Dragon's open for business again. Let's go get some eats."
Ranma's eyes lit up as he contemplated food cooked by Minmei. "I'm there!" He ran off so fast that Roy had a hard time catching up. They were soon followed by the rest of Skull and Vermillion.
HR.
Three rather strange looking men stood in a back alley of Macross city. They wore some sort of robes woven really coarsely and sandals on their feet.
Kunda spoke up. "From what we saw on our way here, We aren't wearing normal Micronian attire."
Reko nodded. "Yes but why aren't they wearing uniforms? This place seems so disorganized."
Brun nodded and was about to continue the conversation when they were interrupted by someone shouting, "Where the hell am I now?!"
Spinning around, the three Micronized spies saw a man, wearing what they identified as some sort of uniform, and pounding on a wall. Brun spoke up. "Some sort of passage."
The man turned around and blinked at the three apparitions in front of him. "Erm...yeah... Who are you?" Ryoga had been to almost every part of the SDF-1 and he had never seen these three before.
"I'm Reko, This is Brun and that's Kunda." Reko said, pointing.
"No last names?" Ryoga asked, questioningly.
Kunda spoke up. "Erm, yes we have a last name...it's...Hibiki!" He read off of the man's name tag.
Ryoga blinked. "You all have the same last name and it's Hibiki?" He was getting confused.
"Yes. We're brothers." Brun put his two cents in.
Ryoga nodded in understanding. "Ah. You must be from a different branch of the family from me. Well, I guess we're cousins or something. Hi. I'm Ryoga."
HR.
A few moments later, Ryoga walked out of the alley, leading his three 'cousins' to the civilian housing blocks. For once, he managed to do it without getting lost. "Well, since you're new, You'll want to register here and get jobs. Oh and before I forget." He rummaged in the pack, which he had never removed from his back since he got to the Macross for fear of losing it, and came out with some of his old sets of black and yellow clothing. "Here's some clothes for you. Whatever those robes are, they aren't very common around here."
The three Zentraedi nodded before taking the clothes. Each of them had the same thought. 'These Micronians are so kind.'
HR.
Miriya Parina sat in her quarters on the Meltraedi carrier, brooding. 'I will get you Vermillion 2.' She thought, having gotten the name of the craft that had almost shot her down from Micronian Broadcasts. 'If it's the last thing I do, I will get you."
She stared at the small star that was all that was visible of the Macross, Her teeth clenched in a feral snarl.
HR.
Ranma and Roy walked into the white dragon, ready to eat. Ranma had a big appetite as usual and Roy had seemed to gain one after his Chi training really started to work. Ranma had said that it was probably his body needing more fuel to produce the chi.
"Hey Minmei!" Ranma said, as he saw the aforementioned Chinese waitress behind the counter. "Can me n' Roy get one of my usual each? I'm buying."
Minmei nodded. "Coming right up Ranma." She said, unusually happily. Ranma wondered what she was so happy about but dismissed it a few minutes later as the food arrived.
"Hey kid, Is there more here than usual or is it just me?" Roy questioned, pointing at his plate.
Looking down, Ranma noticed the same. Shrugging he just said, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Roy." and kept eating.
A few minutes later, Roy and Ranma had finished they're meal. "Alright Minmei, What do I owe you?" Ranma questioned, reaching into his uniform jacket for his wallet.
"This one's on the house Ranma." Minmei said, a sunny smile on her face.
Ranma froze. If living for two years with Nabiki had taught him anything, it was that most places weren't like Ucchan's, giving him free food for no reason. "Alright Minmei, whadya want?" He said, eyes narrowing.
Minmei attempted to fake a look of hurt. "Who? Me?" She asked, looking shocked.
Even Ranma could tell that Minmei was lying through her teeth. Frowning, he said, "Yeah, you."
Minmei sighed. "Fine, you caught me. I was wondering if you'd do back up on my next CD?" She asked, hopefully.
Ranma blinked. "That's it? But I thought most idols didn't use back up except...NO!"
Minmei looked down. "But Ranma..."
"NO! No way, No how. I ain't singing as a girl on a CD. I only did it at the contest 'cuz I had to."
Minmei decided to resort to desperate measures. "But...but..." She began to sniffle.
Ranma got a panicked look on his face. "Hey, don't cry now. C'mon." He waved his hands in front of his face in a placating manor.
Minmei looked up, tears glimmering in the corners of her eyes. "But, I promised the record company that I could find a back up singer and...and..."
Ranma sighed. "Fine."
Minmei perked up immediately. "So you'll do it?"
"Yeah, I'll do it. I can't believe it but I'll do it."
"Oh Thank you Ranma!" Minmei said, jumping up and down.
Roy feigned a look of disgust. "Gees Saotome, you have no backbone at all."
Ranma's eye twitched. "Shut up, Roy."
Roy attempted to stifle his laughter. "I'm sorry kid but..." Roy started, before trailing off and starting to chuckle.
Rick walked in with Ben and Max behind him. "What's so funny, Captain Fokker?" He asked, sitting down at the table next to Roy. Ben and Max sat next to Ranma.
"Oh, not really much Rick. Just the funniest piece of manipulation I've ever seen. Oh, and the kid here's gunna sing on Minmei's next CD."
Rick chuckled. "So you talked him into it?"
Minmei nodded. "It worked just like Lt. Neomoto said it would when he told us those stories."
Ranma growled. "Hiro has caused me so much grief since he died..." he trailed off.
Max clapped Ranma on the shoulder. "Aw, Don't worry Captain. It won't be as bad as that Pageant right?"
Ranma growled again. "You mean the one you signed me up for?"
Max backed off with a sheepish grin on his face.
HR.
Minmei walked into the recording studio, having to drag a rather reluctant Redhead behind her. "C'mon Ranma. You promised."
Ranma grumbled.
The producer ran up. "Ah, Miss Minmei. You brought that back up singer with you. Now we can continue with the..." He trailed off as he caught sight of the young woman in the RDF uniform.
"Captain Saotome?" He said, in surprise.
Ranma nodded. "I don't know why I fall for the kicked puppy look...after all, I can use it."
The producer just laughed. "Well, at least I know you can sing. Both of you, this way."
HR.
Looking at the lyrics in the recording booth, Ranma's only thought was 'AK!' "I...can't sing this." she said, hesitantly.
Minmei looked at her, puzzled. "Why not?"
"It's so...so..." Ranma just shivered slightly.
Minmei laughed. "I'll throw in a free meal for every one you sing. I mean your normal meals not a standard one." She said, Resorting to bribery.
Ranma shrugged resignedly. "Fine. I'll do it."
Minmei grinned. "Thanks again Ranma. This is a big help for me."
Minmei heard Ranma mutter something about Rick and some Nyannichuan but ignored it.
HR.
Ranma walked out of the Recording studio, a slight spring in her step. "It's done! I'm DONE!"
Minmei followed behind her, trudging tiredly. "Um...Ranma?"
Ranma stopped and turned around. "Yeah?"
"It's not finished yet. Those were just the preliminary tapes and the voice test."
"H...how long?" Ranma asked, a note of dread in her voice.
:"About a week."
Ranma stopped, her eye twitching. "A... A week? You're really gunna owe me one when this is over."
Minmei just let out a relieved sigh that Ranma hadn't completely flipped.
HR.
Brun, Reko and Kunda walked down the street, in they're newly acquired black and yellow clothing. They glanced around, looking for something of interest to do. Noticing a sign in a store front, Brun glanced over. "What does "Help wanted" Mean?"
Reko shrugged. "I think it's one of those job things that Ryoga was telling us about."
"Let's go check it out." Kunda said, walking towards the place. The words "White Dragon" were visible over the door.
Lin Minmei looked up from her current position, scrubbing tables, to see three identically dressed men walking into the Restaurant. Walking over to them, she asked. "How may I help you?"
The leader spoke up in Japanese with some sort of slight but unplaceable accent. "I'm Kunda Hibiki. My brothers and I were looking for work and..."
Minmei's eyes lit up. "Ah. You're responding to the help wanted sign. I've started doing recording sessions and I need some relief staff to keep this place open. Can any of you cook?"
All three nodded. Most Zentraedi could cook, at least decent combat rations, and he felt confident that this Micronian food couldn't be all that different. "We all can cook."
"Ok. You can start any time. The pay isn't that good but..."
Minmei was cut off by a rather strange sight. The three men had bright smiles on they're faces and were giving each other high fives. "We got a job!" Reko said, happily.
Minmei backed off, wondering if her three new employees had flipped they're lids.
HR.
The next few days passed VERY slowly for Ranma. He ...er...rather She had been singing as back up for Minmei and, although it wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be, it was still pretty bad. Ryoga only ran into his 'Cousins' once or twice. No doubt, he thought, due to them having as bad a sense of direction as him. Brun, Reko and Kunda, after being taught how to cook Ramen by Minmei, actually made some pretty good cooks and waiters for the dragon.
HR. (1)
Captain Gloval sat on the bridge, looking at the map of the solar system displayed on the main screen. The Macross's blip was just crossing Lunar orbit and would be back at earth soon. Only a few days to go...
TO BE CONTINUED.
Note.
(1.) Don't you just love those inept little plot-forcers I jammed in there?