A Ranma � / Vandread fusion fanfic�
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Van=Ran
By Kahlil Noriega
Prologue: Men and Women
-The planet, Tarakuu-
-Industrial section subsection 9 in the old Konto
plateau-
A gathering of sorts, soldiers and steel workers,
Bangata mecha assemblers, officers and enforcers, all
assembled under the red flag and iron fisted insignia
of Men. Soldiers in tight military attention in files
and columns, resplendent in their neo-nazi like
uniforms of sombre greys and black. The 3rd class of
the citizens of Tarakuu would have to make do with
leaning over partly finished steel buildings, striding
over steel girders as they peered at the assembly
below them with as much eagerness as any other Man.
�Women are the enemy! - Men will be victorious!�
�Ooo~hh� came the heartfelt battle cry of a hundred
male voices eager and thirsty for the blood of Women
attested as the loud speakers posted atop wire rimmed
steel meshed fences continued to spout the governments
propaganda.
�Men are the strongest! Women will be subdued and
brought to heel!�
�Ooo~hhh!!!� the Men cried again.
***
�Listen well Ranma, the voices of your fathers and
their father�s father. Know then that what we do, we
do for Grandfather and Men- and it will lead u to
victory.� Genma supplied, impressive in his uniform
with dual pins of single stars marking him for Colonel
as he gazed despondently through the slanted glass
windows of his office overlooking the gathering below
him.
�So what is this about, Oyaji?� Ranma replied half
bored, hands crossed behind his head, dressed in a
uniform similar to Genma�s but with the rank of
lieutenant for his pins. Genma tried to suppress his
grimace, just like his son to spoil a soon to be
cherished parting between father and son! Curse his
ineptness to teach his son the sense of melodrama.
Kiro, Genma�s second only sweat dropped, used to the
bickering and going on between the two having served
so long under Col. Genma as he turned to address Ranma
and deliver the purpose of summoning him this evening.
�Lieutenant Ranma Saotome�
�Uh hai?�
***
�The war has been long and hard! But Men will
persevere. Work hard and know that your labours will
build on the greatness of Men!�
***
��You of course are well aware of the failure of the
launch of the Colonization Warship caused by the
Women�s pirate attack...�
�Yeah so��
***
�And for this purpose! We as Men will launch a
full-scale assault on the Women�s planet of Merakuu! -
� and the cheers that followed drowned everything
else�
�WHAT!� Ranma fairly gasped as he dashed to the window
and stared at the huge screen and then to his father
who only stood there in grim satisfaction.
�You will be leaving with the expeditionary force
later this evening. You will report to the Furinkan
orbital platform at 0800 where u will be assigned-�
�ALRIGHT!� Ranma cheered ignoring his fathers ramble
as Genma tried to gain Ranma�s attention.
�A battle, I finally get to show off on a real battle!
Just you wait Women! Ranma Saotome is coming to kick
your ass! Just about time too, finally the top brass
has called upon their ace Bangata fighter�yup, I am so
going to rule.�
�RANMA!� Genma bellowed, tired of Ranma�s little
tirade and forced said son to behave as reflexes
gained of years of boot camp does to someone who is
shouted upon by a superior officer, took effect. The
results of course were immediate as Ranma stood in
full attention, though a smirk/grin did grace his
lips. Genma let it slide, satisfied, as memories of
his life partner made him smile. Nadano would have
been very proud indeed. �You�re dismissed�
�Yes Sir.� Ranma replied with a grin as he turned
around and walked out with the hiss of the steel doors
closing behind him.
***
-Furinkan Orbital Platform-
-08th Bangata pilot barracks shower room-
�So we�re finally getting some action eh Ranma��
Ryouga said leaning back on the shower stall wall that
he could view Ranma�s rinse his head and shoulders, as
steam rose from the streaming hot water of the shower,
over the shower stall.
�I hear Women are supposed to be 10 feet tall, with
spikes protruding from their chests to impale Men on
them.� Mousse in a stall opposite of Ranma�s
speculated.
***
-Mens system, 7th planet, Menkakuu, near orbit-
An unlikely ceremony aboard the Women flagship
Joketsuzu, in an elaborate hall, Women in tight flight
suits arranged in two companies with a long carpeted
aisle between them. Three Women marched on this
carpeted aisle; each had varying expressions but
shared a similar determination. One wore her hair
short, tinted blue-black, she had a black ocular
implant on her left eye as she was flanked on either
side by two other Women. A purple haired Woman on her
left side, she had a very daring flight suit that
emphasized her considerable bust by long opening cut
down the middle of her flight suit. On her right, a
Woman with black brown hair attired in a similar way
as the first only she wore long steal spatula behind
her.
***
�Well, from what I heard, Women like to devour our
insides and aim for our stomachs with serrated blades
and heavy ball maces.� Another pilot supplied, further
away from Ryouga in another stall.
***
They marched as one to a dais at the end of the long
carpeted aisle. On the dais stood several people, the
most prominent was a gnarled old crone with a long
staff, flanked by two other people. A fiercely stoic
Woman in a page boy hairstyle dressed in tight blue
grey bare mid-drift blouse and loose matching pants
stood to the crones right. She was armed with heavy
bullwhip, which hung coiled at her side. On the crones
left stood a tranquil Woman, she was dressed semi-maid
cross military type uniform, over which she wore an
open arm black trench coat. She had long flowing
brown-black hair and wore her smile openly.
***
�Cut the crap, Women are just blood thirsty demons��
Another pilot added standing outside of the stalls
wrapped in a small towel looking annoyed and about
ready to piss in his towel.
***
With a brief nod shared between the two flanking the
crone, they stepped back to allow room for the three
to approach unhindered, as they followed behind the
old Woman a few steps back and as one moved to meet
the three.
***
�Its just some more of those false reports Intel likes
to dump on people, no pilot who has ever confronted
the Women hand to hand has ever returned. I even heard
that they have electric tentacles� And that previous
expedition to the Women�s home planet of Merakuu�no
Man ever returned from it�.� Ryouga replied as Ranma
turned off the water and grabbed his towel off the
stall door to dry his hair.
�Well�it don�t matter to me at all, whatever they are-
they never had Ranma Saotome as an opponent until
now.� Ranma replied cockily as he wrapped the towel
around his waist and exited the shower room. Followed
a little later by Mousse and Ryouga as they both
proceeded to their own lockers to dress.
***
It was the old crone the three approached, and that
the lead knelt before; to her the old crone gave a
curt nod and pinned another stubbed pin to add to
blue-black haired girls rank. After this was done, the
old crone bade her to rise and turn.
A cheer like that of the Men before, echoed through
out the ships hall�
- End of Prologue -
Authors Notes:
A half-baked, quick first draft idea, written just to
pass the time - continuation is doubtful - unless I am
really, really bored or if enough people bug me about
this story. Chapter 1 in a few hours...
~ Kahlil Noriega
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