Assassin Drones: The original saga
Fuyuki's training Arc. De Arimasu!
By Alex Young
Fuyuki's room, 3:04 pm. May 1, 2003
Fuyuki was in his room getting ready for the very last mandatory date with Momoka prior to challenge day.
He had buttoned up his lavender dress shirt, and tucked it into his white dress pants.
He has to date tucked more dress shirts into his white dress pants than any other pair.
He has also tied his white tie with to date more dress shirts than any other, and he usually wears it with his white dress pants, like he is now.
With all that out of the way, he emerged from his room to go out on the very last date ever as of now, from then on, it's all about getting more training in under Ranma.
Meanwhile, at somewhere inside the Musk Dynastic kingdom
"That Xiu Wong. Always up to no good. Wonder when that's going to catch up to him." Zest spoke absentmindedly in sporting his usual nonchalant attitude.
"Regardless, he does play a rather integral role within this EX.W.A.T.I. organization, itself." Herb declared reading the Frog Hermit's spy report.
Aoryuzen was also there having made it a point to deliver the report to Herb of the Musk Dynasty to read for himself.
"We're gonna need someone to keep on running away from EX.W.A.T.I. and its many platoons, and I know just who he is." Aoryuzen declared pointing at the Frog Hermit.
"Don't look at me like that." The Frog Hermit shuddered in reply. "Oh, don't worry. I'm sure someone else will take up that job." Aoryuzen detracted in choosing an unnamed fall guy mechadrone made to look like the Frog Hermit.
"So, you want to-" "That's right! I want this faker to launch a terrorist attack against the city hall in Boston, Massachusetts!" Aoryuzen declared as the fall guy launched the aforementioned attack right before his collaborators' eyes!
EX.W.A.T.I.'s North American headquarters in the Pentagon, 10:00 am. May 2, 2003
Tzu Lin was strolling down the isle kitted out on full business attire as she prepared to make her request to the Adviser.
"Sir." Tzu Lin began. "What do you want, Tzu Lin? If it concerns the recent attack on the Boston city hall, then you need not worry because I've already begun preparations for a hunting mission." The Adviser stated,
"In fact, I'm awaiting the Administrator's express approval as far as EX.W.A.T.I. special capture mission codename; Sinosauropteryx is concerned." The Adviser added.
"Actually, I was about to report to you that this Frog Man was also colluding with the Rat pack and has been involved in kidnapping, and is currently planning more terror attacks within the eastern seaboard in addition to the aforementioned, sir." Tzu Lin reported.
"Hmph, my. How very intriguing, indeed. Hence the very reason why I personally enlisted the Paramilitary Black Ops Task Force Victor Kappa 034, otherwise known as the Hunters, based in New England for this one." The Adviser concluded as both parties adjourned their meeting to return to their prior activities once more.
Along the outskirts of Bath in Maine, 2:00 pm
"Hmm. Sinosauropteryx, huh? not only that, the Frog Man's now a wanted man? That's a maybe, I suppose." One teal-shaded glasses and dreadlocks clad Jamaican man mused; DJ Lazarus as he was out and about looking for more pay dirt to dig up in his twice weekly scouting runs.
He may just have found a very good story to cover on his Lazarus Conspiracy radio show, so he can gather up more listeners, also doing well to keep his current viewer base intact.
"Aha! Looks like the government cabal, EX.W.A.T.I. is going on the hunt, already? I'll show them." Dj Lazarus silently declared as a convoy of class 8 semi trailer trucks passed him by for deployment preparations.
The Hinata residence, 6:45 am. May 4, 2003
Aki was making her way into Fuyuki's room, with the bathed, blindfolded, and underwear clad latter in toe.
Upon entry into his room, Fuyuki went in to his room, laid out his summer uniform kit, and dressed himself up in it.
He wore his same white short sleeve dress shirt as on the near end and start of school years before, which was the only change there was apart from his lack of a sport coat.
He had just had his breakfast and brushed his teeth sometime earlier so he really didn't have to worry about bad breath anytime soon.
Not to mention that it was also a time where he really didn't feel the need to go out with Momoka very often ever since the first of this month.
Once he and Natsumi got their act together, off they went to school, with the all too familiar Happosai stealthily riding shotgun on the latter sibling's back!
Back near Kissho's bosky outskirts, 1:00 am. May 5, 2003
Finally, after little over a few days of repeated preparations drills in the simulators back at home and within the raid site, it has come to this.
The time to thwart the Frog Hermit's terror attacks once and for all has finally come within his very hideout that Ranma and company attacked earlier.
Any of the soldiers that were available from the Hunters unit at the time of deployment were already there, awaiting the go ahead to bust into the compound, and arrest the Frog Hermit on terrorism charges.
Several Kiowa stalkers and Apache stalkers were hovering over the landscape also on standby in case things go terribly awry.
With any and all known escape routes cut off, it was time to kick the doors down, and storm the farmhouse upon the Adviser's ok, which they did with sheer efficacy.
It would have appeared as though the Frog Hermit were still there, as though expecting them to come in.
As soon as he commanded his frogs to attack, they all did, only to get stunned by a taser net a second or two later.
All the frogs that were summoned to attack were revealed to be true androids, and what came out of the Frog Hermit's "skin" was actually a tree frog type mechadrone.
It was stealthy, quick, and very much agile as it darted about from support beam to support beam, and with its serrated, armor plated tongue, cut some of the unluckier greenhorns in two.
This prompted the rest of them to fire upon the frog mechadrone as the latter jumped out one of the farmhouse's windows, setting it to self destruct upon exit.
"Fff, fff, hey, that ain't gasoline, is it?" One soldier quipped as he sniffed about. "Oh shit, RUN!" Another cried as he got some of his men to safety before the farmhouse went up in a ball of flames.
The tree frog robotoid was still hopping about the landscape as the now pursuing helicopter gunships fired upon it.
As this latest raid could attest, there came yet another stark reminder of the ever shifting game of cat and mouse between humanity and its many enemies, where even the battle-hardened Hunters unit can just as easily become the hunted in an instant.
EX.W.A.T.I. mobile island air base Delta Zeta 878 several miles off the coast of Brisbane, Australia, 8:00 am
"Hm. Looks like Operation: Sinosauropteryx had just gotten under way, and already it looks as though the Hunters have gotten themselves in a pickle." Claw remarked dully as he mulled over the mission report through his data optics.
"Not to forget, Claw, that Sinosaurpoteryx is considered ongoing until further notice, or until our frog friend in question is captured for interrogation." Zero replied reassuring Claw of their situation.
"I concede in the sense that the Hunters kind of live for the chase, at least until they've had their quarry." Claw admitted resigning in slouching over.
"Yeah, they specialize in capturing their prey, and like a weapons system in combat, they always deploy with all their necessary tools at the ready." Tracer interjected.
"Yeah." "I heard they're a privately owned and operated organization that works solely for the United States government out of principle." Skunk and Scud also interjected.
"Anyways, let us all provide support the Hunters in their Sinosauropteryx efforts just in case things go terribly awry." Zero declared before his Eleventh Heaven transforming aircraft unit all went "Hoo rah!" In resounding reply.
The Bayankala mountain range, 10:00 pm. May 7, 2003
A flight of no less than four Chinese MiG-28 Fulcrum jet aircraft were escorting several MV-22VK Osprey Stalkers stealth transports on their way to their designated Delta Zulu.
"Sierra India November Oscar Sierra Alpha Uniform Romeo Oscar PaPa Tango Echo Romeo Yankee X-ray, deployment #2 is now underway. AM I RIGHT SOLDIERS!?" The Sergeant, who sounded like Sylvester Stallone leading his platoon barked.
A brief "Sir, yes sir!" was their only reply. "Uh-huh, damn right I am. Now let's head 'em up and move 'em out!" "Sir, yes sir!" The platoon conversed as the tilt-rotor transports all landed safely with the MiGs encircling the scene overhead.
"Wow. The eagles have all landed, just as we had expected." A voice, Moaghen's, sounded from one of the bushes near the landing site.
"Looks like our loner friend has their work cut out for them. I hafta wonder how they will cope with all that, though?" Moaghen sighed gently as he followed the soldiers into the oriental woods.
Moaghen wasn't the only one interested as multiple undertaker cells began encircling the soldiers as they all made base camp in another clearing.
This was the tell tale sign of a surprise attack in the making, as any soldier across multiple armies will tell you.
That, and it was a contest to see who would falter first with both sides being highly skilled special forces and ex special forces units respectively.
The simple snap of a twig was enough to trigger a silent alarm system, and get the Hunters' troops into action.
Once both sides engaged in combat, with neither giving an inch, Moaghen seized his chance to infiltrate the compound, Gial and Naozi in toe.
The MiGs were called to an adjacent area where some Chinese Amazon guerrillas have pinned them down, explaining their absence.
Moaghen launched his mind control strike in a flurry of silken, mind link tendrils attaching themselves to the one who knew the biometric authentication procedure necessary to unlock the combination phase.
The combination was 3-8-4-10 and aGr65fW, and from there, another biometric scan for verification that the owner of the code is authorized to unlock the safe.
Gial and Naozi had worked deftly to skim over the data key contained in a thumb drive concealed inside the aforementioned safe.
None of the assassin drones were out to kill anyone for this mission, just collect some information, and copy the key onto Gial's hard drive, clean everything up, and get out of dodge undetected.
They did all that, as they left everything else clean as a whistle. Back at EX.W.A.T.I. Asian Pacific headquarters in Japan, however. "This is interesting. Looks like our assassin drone friends are still at it down there." Jirara mused.
"I have to wonder if they will actually succeed in capturing this so called 'hive mind' that they keep mentioning time and again as of late." The X1 Captain thought aloud as he scheduled a trip to Geneva to report his findings to EX.W.A.T.I. High Command.
Aboard the Rapier, 4:00 am. May 8, 2003
"Hmph, if I had an inkling, I'd say you guys have succeeded in your mission to get the data key for Venator." Aoryuzen gloated in his mission report.
"Now, to secure our invasion. Temporal vortex system activating in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." Aoryuzen declared as Kuosinne worked to activate the authentication process.
Thus, she initiated the beginning of a huge, albeit temporary (lasting about 2 decades) time lag in the solar system's outermost planets stopping only at the asteroid belt, Pluto included.
That would be more than enough to help Aoryuzen to secure his invasion of planet Earth, and to fulfill his ambitions.
EX.W.A.T.I. High Command headquarters beneath the U.N. building in Geneva, 6:00 am
The moment Jirara set foot inside the building once more as he did when he first came here, he could see that humanity clearly wasn't alone in its struggle for survival.
Most of them were drifters from various worlds throughout the universe, although there were some fighters with much nobler causes for joining EX.W.A.T.I., most notably the Dranese battle missionaries.
"What're you lookin at?" One such drifter, Kozul the Grim Sniper, growled as Jirara indifferently passed him by. "Nowhere in particular." Jirara replied still very indifferent.
Upon arriving in High Command's inner sanctum, though. "I trust you have successfully switched the real data key for that decoy you created?" One of a few EX.W.A.T.I. Administrators inquired sternly.
"Why yes. To fabricate such an advanced security authentication code was near impossible, yet at the same time, I somehow pulled it off, and the assassin drones were fooled into stealing my copy." Jirara reported.
"Excellent work, and with the emergency sensitive security protection protocol put in place effective yesterday, it will be even more impossible even for those damned assassin drones to interfere with Project: Venator, even in its critical final stages of pretest development." The speaking Administrator replied as Jirara found a new mission in his weekly telegram, and headed off destroying it on the way.
The Tendo dojo, 2:34 pm
*Wham!* *Kapow!* *Boom!* Defeating Kuno, Ryoga, and Mousse, combined or otherwise, had ever since that night of the double teaming, become very routine for Fuyuki, as all three struggled to get up, only to fall down defeated, one by one.
Even Ranma found it hard to believe that his apprentice, Fuyuki could get this strong in about 5 months since he took him in. However. "Even as you've gotten this strong over the months, you'll still need to get stronger if you wanna have a chance at victory in this." Ranma insisted raising the bar even higher than Nishizawa challenge standards.
At this point in the game, Fuyuki was just strong enough to survive the Nishizawa challenge and walk away without any serious injury. However, Ranma wanted to make certain that he could not only live to take the prize home, but to absolutely trounce, and ultimately humiliate Baio and Oka Nishizawa at their own game.
Therefore, Ranma decided it best to step up the training to the utmost extremes. Such as hauling a threesome of fully grown Clydesdale horses up the side of Mt. Everest using only one's own teeth and jaws.
This was a sure sign of more strength as sometime shortly after unlocking the Swallow bow and arrow, Fuyuki unlocked only the next weapon in line within the span of a week an a half; that being the pair of Mantis blade flails as he spun them around giving the illusion that an insectoid monkey was moving about his upper body.
Just then, Fuyuki's legs became helicopter blades as they twirled about at 200 revolutions per minute. This continued even as Gial pounced on Ranma to capture the hive mind once more, only to get knocked off by the twirling helicopter legs instantly.
Fuyuki transitioned smoothly from helicopter kick into a back fist barrage and a multitude of other martial arts moves as Genma stole all of Ranma's candy in one fell swoop.
"Catch me if you can, boy, hahaa!" "Get back here, Pops!" Genma and Ranma conversed in that order as they exited the scene.
An hour later would see Genma returning with Ranma still in pursuit, and inevitably crashing into a well timed and placed bicycle kick from Fuyuki in the forehead, dropping the Saotome patriarch unconscious right at that very second.
"Whoa! I knew I made progress with you, but I didn't know it'd be by that much! Oh well, time for another assessment." Ranma shrugged as he cracked his knuckles.
But as soon as Ranma made his move, Fuyuki socked him in between the eyes, with the latter looking to clinch this one.
At the exact same moment, Ranma got back up in sudden recovery, and tried his hand yet again, yielding much different results so far.
Fuyuki then put his Mantis blade flails to the test as he whipped them about in wielding a whip mounted butterfly knife with his other hand.
Fuyuki twirled it around at first, lunging with it to keep Ranma at bay, but then he surprised the latter by showing his chain whip component of the butterfly knife in flailing it around.
The sound of splintering wood had reached Ranma's ears in dodging as the butterfly knife went supersonic upon impact like a rope dart.
This was as the Saotome prodigal son left himself wide open to another attack, this time a straight punch from Fuyuki to the forehead, knocking him down in an instant.
"Argh, Christ almighty that stings! I honestly thought you gave me a run for my money back there. From now on, I'll let you push yourself harder on your own terms. That leaves me to set the bar ever higher." Ranma congratulated once more as he left Fuyuki to pursue his training on his own.
Ranma went back into his room and extracted from his pocket an immaculately detailed drawing of the god-like figure that appeared in Fuyuki's dream back about a year ago during April fools day, and it looked an awful lot like Aoryuzen, too.
Upon returning home, though, Fuyuki found his training rather difficult to stop once he really got started.
For today, as was the case ever since, he would continue training until he became tired as to insure his victory, one punch and kick at a time.