Little snippet for ya, just to show you all that I'm alive. Unfinished, and my apologies for the wait on my other stories. I've been busy, and sadly uninspired. Plus, what inspiration I have had has been for my original fiction, and that takes precedence over fanfiction, even if I wish sometimes that wasn't so.

Snip #1

Fire and screams filled the air, as if one were viewing Dante's vision of the Inferno, yet this was only hell in the loosest sense. The screams were drowned out by the sound of exchanging weapon fire, the roars of cannon's unleashing devastation the piercing whine of falling artillery shells, and the thunderous rapport of the titans that dueled each other, unmindful of the tiny forms swarming around their feet. The flames were dull in comparison to the flash of phosphorous grenades exploding, washed out against the backdrop of rolling explosions, and nothing compared to searing brightness of lancing plasma.

But not all of the battle was disorder for there was a small center of controlled chaos. The bridge of the battlecruiser Wildpferd, damaged during the fight against the heretic fleet that had encircled their planet and unable to return to space until the damaged sections were repaired, was quiet. At least, relative to the battle raging outside of the ship. The bridge was filled with the noise of computers and technicians communicating with each other as signals came in from all lines to the de facto command center of the Loyalist army.

And in patiently waiting in the midst of it all, like a scorpion readying itself to strike, was the ship's captain, the last senior officer of the punitive fleet sent to deal with the heretic's that had seized control of the important factory planet. The scars on her face indicated a life filled of battle, and not always victorious ones, and more than a few scars made no sense, as how could anyone survive having a hole blown through their chest?

She stared out at the holo-screen displaying the current battlefield situation with the eye of experience. A life of endless battle had shaped her, prepared her for this point. And there was nothing that could stop her.

"Tactical, I want firing solutions on those heretic mechs, and I want them now." Her voice was steel, cold and hard, with a razor edge that demanded, no, deserved obedience and respect. It was the voice of a leader of men, one who people followed instinctively, the voice of a champion.

"Solutions ready!"

"Good, fire on my mark." She stared at the screen, waiting for the opportunity to strike. "Mark!"

Brilliant crimson beams of energy lanced out with painful suddenness, crossing the distance from the battlecruiser to their target in an instant. The heretic titan reeled as it found itself without a leg to stand on, literally as it's limb was severed from the hip. It began to flail its arms wildly like a man losing his balance, only for the titan to completely vanish within the nuclear fireball that erupted as the second shot pierced it's reactor. The captain allowed herself a tight grin before turning back to the ongoing battle.

"Tactical, bring up the next target!"

Again and again, her orders were followed with painstaking efficiency, each shot fired at just the right moment to cause the most damage. Titan after titan fell to her withering fire. Missiles dashed themselves against the ship's point defense system, laser's wasted their energy against her shields. The battle raged on for hours, well into the night, but it never once grew dark. The fires of burning tanks and buildings painted dancing shadows against the mechanical corpses of fallen titans, and still the captain remained stoically in command.

Her staff had rotated off, most of the ones currently filling the bridge those of the fourth shift, the ones who had started the battle with the captain, and she remained untouched by it all. Something caught her attention on the display and she stood apbrptly, the action drawing the eyes of the bridge crew as they watched her with surprise.

"Officer Hill, I want you to tell Navigation to lower the ship to fifteen hundred feet and lock in that altitude," she ordered as she quietly began to step down from her command chair. Officer Hill, a large balding man with a rather extravagant handlebar mustache, nodded and immediately leapt onto the com-line to the Navigation center. While the bridge could direct the ship from their position, Fleet command had found that it added additional stress and complications to a captain's position. Most captain's were still required to know how to properly direct their vessel, but the specialized computers and technicians in Navigation were there so that a captain didn't need to.

The door to the grav-lift hissed shut behind her and the officers spared it one last glance before returning to their duties. A minute later one of the officers glanced up as a bright crimson light began to flicker on his screen. Pulling up the alert, he blinked in confusion. "External airlock opened?" He muttered to himself. "But who, why?"

Any further musing about the strange alert were pushed to the wayside as he spotted the same thing that had attracted the captain's attention earlier. There was no doubt in his mind that the solitary figure standing atop the battered and scarred fortifications in the distance was the man they had come to hunt; the leader of the heretic army, Saffron. The captain was said to have some personal vendetta with the powerful being, but her past was shrouded in mystery and censorship courtesy of the military.

He was about to call out their targets location when something happened that stunned him completely. The screen was filled by a crescent wave of energy that appeared like a heat shimmer in the desert, moving so quickly that it had crossed the distance from the ship to where Saffron had stood in less than a heartbeat. The sensor array began screaming as data streamed in, warning klaxons shrieking in the formerly still air as everyone on the bridge watched with rapt attention as the wave crashed down on Saffron's position.

The wave didn't explode, it didn't cut either, but rather it crushed the massive fortress effortlessly. The wave hit the immense and ancient fortification and seemed to envelop it, surrounding and obscuring it, like the way a piece of mostly clear plastic muddles your sight when placed over-top a window. For an all too brief moment, the fortress looked almost the same, and then it was gone, consumed and torn apart into its component particles.

The captain stood calmly as the winds buffeted her body, sending her long auburn hair twisting around her. It had taken her over two centuries to do it, but finally, she had gotten her vengeance for what that monster had done to her family. She tenderly sheathed the katana in her hands as she stared at the desolated battlefield.

"May your soul suffer for all eternity for taking my son from me. And may you forever curse the day you crossed path's with the Saotome clan."

Her final words to her adversary spoken, Nodoka Saotome, age four-hundred and seventy-three, returned inside the vessel of her revenge.

All right, show of hands, how many of you thought that the captain was Ranma?

To be fair, Ranma was supposed to be in this, but not as the captain. Originally the captains was to be an O.C. and Ranma an incidental ally. This was supposed to be something similar to C.R.Y.0 and the previous dead fic to this one, but mainly it was just a little snippet of something I didn't know what to do with.