Realized chapter 11 was still in my To Read folder, so here's a bunch of
corrections for both chapters.
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"Keep on moving, I guess." Ranma struggled to stand, but the
younger-looking redhead -- the one with shorter hair, thought it was
--- thought -> though
still quite long -- made a noise in her sleep, and tightened her grip
Blinking, the Galaxy Police office stared at the depressed 'rescue'
button, and frowned. "It didn't work?"
office -> officer
Ranma could manage himself well enough, and Yakumo -- according to
Yosho -- was
_more_ that formidable against the reaver, though Yosho had
--- that -> than
been reluctant to go into details about Yakumo's abilities.
While her original plan had been to offer a help allow Ranma to glow
--- offer a help allow Ranma -> offer help to allow Ranma
--- to glow -> to grow
close to Washuu, she could see that there was little she could truly do
to influence them. Washuu was more knowledgeable than Cologne had given
her credit, and as far as Cologne could tell, Ranma happily discarded
all pretenses of romantic inclinations in favor of fighting reavers.
Nodding, Ranma explained, "He says tells me that he wants some
--- says tells me -- {duplication}
things to add to himself before he does it. He wants to make come kind
of crystal thing to make it easier for him to do, and he needs to eat
--- to do, -> {to do what?}
special stuff to get the things he wants."
*12*
His men fell into ranks in the courtyard, Ranma's cohorts and the
girls that followed him to one side. Norris shifted uncomfortably,
looking around, and asked, "Where's Miss Hakubi?"
Hakubi -> Habuki
Norris nodded, frowning thoughtfully. "Understood. Ray, set up a
communications center with the radio set we brought with us, Eric, see
if you can find that lodge where our troops can bunk down. Pavel, I want
you to set up a shift rotation so that we have a good spread of
battle-ready Marines at all times." The three Marines nodded, saluting
before dashing off to do as instructed. "The rest of you, at ease until
Miss Hakubi or Ranma return, and be sure to respect the local customs
Hakubi -> Habuki
here. We have to work with these women, and pissing them off isn't a
good way to do that. Am I clear?"
Norris grinned, managing to reduce to expression to merely a pleased
--- to expression -> the expression
smile as he nodded again at the old woman. She snorted, motioning him to
enter the meeting lodge.
Across the palace of Jurai, servants scurried about madly -- there
was much to be done before Tenchi and the Home Fleet jumped again to
Earth. For his part, the emperor lay, across the foot of the massive bed
--- lay, across -> lay across
in his chamber, a day of seemingly endless meetings finally finished and
over with.
"Dunno," the man said, shaking his head. "We gotta destroy my ship,
and soon. I got my Light Haw Wings constraining the plasma storm, but I
--- Haw -> Hawk
can't hold them up for long."
The creature ignored him, trundling forward to snap up the crystal
in its mandibles as it lay on the ground, and then drew closer.
Extending one hand before him, as though he could push the creature
away, the man scowled. "Promises are promises, and harming me know would
--- me know -> me now
make your mistress... angry."
Ranma turned to regard the woman in the pristine white, her face
marred with a vicious cut beneath one eye, slow trickles off blood
--- off -> of
working their way across her face. She moved slowly, cautiously. As
though she had worse hurts that she refused to show. "I remember you,"
he mumbled, wishing he could banish the muzzy, thick feelings that
suffused his head. "Hurt, for me?"
"She returned a few days later, claiming that the climb was
impossible," Cologne said. "And for many months, the contest to prove
who the strongest warrior was to see who could best that mountain."
--- who the -> who was the
"Yeah," Ranma answered, grinning. "If
_making_ people to do what you
--- people to do -> people do
want is the answer, how come it's not working?"
"You're aboard an orbital platform, Ranma-dono." The speaker came
into his sight, peering down at him... apprehensively. He squinted,
blinking. Her hair was darker than Sasami's, and slightly than
--- slightly than -> slightly {???} than
Tsunami's, but there was some undeniable feature of her that was
_both_.
"Tsunami?" he ventured, struggling to a sitting position.
She nodded, hugging him tightly, and relaxing. "It's been so
horribly, Ranma-dono," she murmured. "I was.... I was so afraid you'd
--- horribly -> horrible
reject me right away."
Washuu relaxed slightly, allowing her arms to hang at her sides.
"Normally you're supposed to deny that what the woman ever saw happened."
--- ever saw -> saw ever
"Sure thing, Fearless Leader," Ryu grumbled, unfurling the bolt of
cloth at his wait about himself, and vanishing from sight. His voice
--- his wait -> his waist
called out, disembodied, a moment later. "Where'd you get so good at
this, anyway?"
The three women stopped abruptly, glowing at him. Ryu merely flashed
--- glowing -> glowering
them a grin, waiting for Ryouga and the others to catch up. They did,
Ray, Makoto, and her friends slightly winded, everyone else unaffected
by the exertion. "Got something ugly about thirty meters that way,
Fearless Leader," Ryu said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. "Don't
know why they're just sitting around, but that's what's going on."
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