The administrator raised an eyebrow.  "So *you're* Gen.  For someone
pushing 100, you've aged remarkably well.  If I didn't know better, I'd
put you at 50, tops."

Gen nodded and sat down, his muscular frame nearly filling the chair.
"Well, I used to do martial arts, you know.  Never really gave up the
habit."

"Indeed.  And since we're here to discuss the results of your
background check, why don't we start there?  I understand your first
son was one Ranma Saotome, back when you still used your birth name of
Genma Saotome."

Decades of training, and over a century to ease the emotional pain,
prevented Gen from flinching.  "Yes."

"You were obsessed with making him a martial arts master.  Took him on
a 10 year training trip, subjected him to treatment that was considered
abusive even in those barbaric times, and so on."

"Well..."

"And yet when he finally blew up," the administrator continued as if
Gen had not interrupted, "taking out all of Tokyo-1...just 'Tokyo', at
the time...you went airborne just before this 'chi' explosion.
Something about Air Akane.  I assume that was a private operation; your
son's other three fiancess had business records of some type, but not
Akane Tendo."

"Ah, well, her sister did her books.  Almost all the money in that
house was under the control of Nabiki Tendo, although you might check
under Kasumi as well."

"That agrees with what we found, yes.  Moving on, you next showed up
as one Gendo Ikari, in charge of the Evangelion project.  You sired
another son, Shinji Ikari.  I trust your memory is as good as your
physique, so I need not remind you how he eventually played a key role
in wiping out all human life on Earth?"

"Ahh...well, the truth is..."

The administrator cut him off with a wave.  "Save it.  We know all
about SEELE, the Human Instrumentality Project, and how you escaped by
starting up Unit 00 with a dummy plug and hiding within its AT field
until everything died down.  It was quite visible from the Moon when
whatever happened, happened, you know, and that got a lot of sensors
scanning the entire Earth.  Yours was the only space launch from that
moment until the disaster response team arrived from Mars...not that
they could do anything, except confirm the only human bodies remaining
were a couple of corpses on an island near Tokyo-3."

"..." Gen articulated, his dispassionate facade starting to crack.

"Then let's skip ahead another few years.  The Juraians, who apparently
had used Earth as a vacation spot for their royals, returned to find it
unsuitable.  They were understandably distressed, but a few words from
a quickly assembled diplomatic crew - including one 'Gen', no last name
given this time - convinced them to formally absorb what was left of
our home system into their empire.  During this exchange, Gen managed
to impress a certain Washu, enough that they later created a child -
the accounts shy away from 'giving birth' enough that I think we can
assume that's not what happened.  Fast forward through 15 years of
accelerated development and training that, if it were done on a robot
or AI instead of what seemed to be a human being, would have legally
qualified as development of a weapon of mass destruction.  This child
fell in love with a Galaxy Police officer, name of Mihoshi.  Said
relationship built quickly until one night...well, the only surviving
witness was known for giving extremely detailed reports, but all she
has ever volunteered about that night is 'oops'."

Gen sighed.  "A big 'oops'."

"Indeed.  For whatever reason, he plunged into the local sun and caused
it to go nova.  Fortunately, *this* time we were able to evacuate
everyone else in the system."

"I take it I don't get the job, then?"

The administrator grinned.  "Are you kidding?  You're *exactly* what
we're looking for.  We weren't joking when we said that one of our
teams has seen far too many deaths around them, and it's never been
their fault.  Believe me, counseling them is a full time job,
especially since none of us can relate that well to the Dirty Pair.
But you can relate to them as if they were your own daughters."  He
stuck out a hand.  "Welcome to the 3WA."
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