I have to throw something at you people! I have been reading and
deleting and have only made 1/6 of the way through the e-mail I have.
This is still being written. Up to the point where I fell asleep on the
keys last night...
Rob "I can't handle the pressure! I need more time, Captain!!!" Orick
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Virgo(Star Trek uniform): You don't have it, Robby! Give me full power!!
Allegra(skimpy counsulor's outfit): I'm gonna kill the wardrobe personnel!!
Zodiak(with vulcan ears): Fascinating... The destruction of costume
designers entertains you... <Allegra ripping out and slamming the helm
upside Zodiak's head>
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Author's thoughts(like you care, anyway...): Please, let me get this story
right the first time... If I screw it up, ZAV will slaughter
me. Welcome to Chapter Three. Let's return to tormenting the
amazon... I think I should say that anything that belongs to
Rumiko Takahashi is her's. Everything else is mine, I think.
I'm not too sure anymore... Since this is China, Japanes is in
<>, and thoughts are in (). It's simpler that way.
Virgo: I've had enough of his rambling. CONTINUE THE STORY, ALREADY!!!
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[Jusenkyo, seven years ago...]
The guide waited. The customer had washed up after telling about how
Perfume and Hitoshi had fled the forest around Jusenkyo and was looking in a
small mirror on a boulder. The man made another pass with his knife on his
beard. And for the third time, he winced as the blade slipped.
"Ah! Damn! What I'd give for an electric razor right now...," he
muttered as he held a cloth to his newest, self-inflicted wound.
"Um, sir?"
"Should of brought something to lather up first, I suppose," he looked
in disgust at his clumsiness. "And I have the gall to call myself a martial
artist..."
The guide had been waiting for twenty minutes and this was getting
annoying. "SIR!"
"What?" The man looked over in surprise.
"Please, sir, continue the story," the guide was embarrassed at the
outburst, but his customer was starting to get sidetracked.
"Very well," he placed his knife to his cheek and scrapped. He smiled
as he avoided lacerating himself. "Where was I? Ah! Perfume took over their
navigating and was able to lead them to the camp. It was a miracle that they
made it back before noon... Her sister was relieved to see her. Her mother
klonked her upside the head..."
[Fade out]
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[Fade in. The Amazon camp]
The atmosphere in the camp was tense. With their enemy so close, the
amazons had a right to be. The sounds of weapons being prepared filled the
air. They had only so much time before they would have to move out to meet
their enemy. They were physically prepared. They were mentally prepared.
They all jumped as one when the screaming started...
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{The letters start to form...}
[This Space For Rent Productions]
[A Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction Prelude By Rob Orick]
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Gel cursed as she dropped the gaming stones she was about to throw.
She jumped to her feet and kicked up her bonboris into her hands. At a full
sprint, she joined up with the other amazons who were headed for the side of
the camp nearest to Jusenkyo. As she ran, her eyes caught sight of the
Japanese martial artist that her sister had come into camp with. He was
running in the opposite direction of where she was going!
(That IDIOT! That scream came from the side closest to Jusenkyo!!)
Her thought corrected itself as the scream tore through the camp again, but
this time from behind her. Other amazons stopped their mad dashes as they
listened to the despairing cry coming from behind them, away from Jusenkyo.
Gel got frustrated.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
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[Thanks Goes Out To The Members Of The Fanfic and Ranma 1/2 Mailing Lists]
[The Only People I Know Who Can Put Up With Me And My Characters.]
[Special Thanks Goes To The Irrepressible Rumiko Takahashi.]
[She Had Better End Ranma 1/2 Properly Or I Will Camp Out On Her Doorstep!!]
[Thanks, Takahashi! Do You Realise How Much Money You Have Cost Me?!]
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Hitoshi had heard the scream from the tent he had been told to wait
in. The scream by itself was enough to unsettle an normal person, but
something about this scream made his blood go cold with fear. It wasn't the
utter despair that scared him nor was it the desperate plea for help imbedded
in that cry. All he knew was that he had to get to where that voice was
coming from and fast. He ripped through the tent flap and ran as fast as he
could to get to the source. He noticed that girl with the lavender hair that
Perfume had briefly introduced as her sister before that older lady klonked
her silly and dragged her off. He didn't have time to acknowledge her
presence as the scream came again. His heart jumped as his mind finally
clicked as to why he needed to get to the owner of that scream. The voice
that had screamed belonged to Perfume.
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[Please Stay Tuned After This Chapter Is Over To Read A Preview]
[For The Next Story, Rising Star]
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(There! It came from over there!) Hitoshi's mind rapidly sent the
message to the rest of his body, and the body responded. He would not get
lost! He would not let his lousy sense of direction make him not be able to
make it to his friend's side in time.
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Sorry, that's all that got written so far...