On Sun, 29 Sep 1996, frosty wrote:
Now here's the thing, most everyone on this list has screwed with the R1/2
universe in some way or another. Now my challenge to you is to have
members of the R1/2 universe come back to 'help' you out as outlined in
'sauce'. Go ahead do it. If there are several participants, maybe it can
be arranged to release them all simultaneously on RAAC (of course back when
MZ was in charge, that was guaronteed).
Wheee! My turn - perhaps not R 1/2 (but I can put it in ;) )
Cut to the scene, with scissors if you prefer...
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It is night. Not as unusual as most people think, for it happens once a
day. In most areas. Including this one.
A strident whistle breaks the relative calm of the night, coming closer as
it is accompianied by a rapid clank-hiss sound. A figure looks up, eyes
lighting up with determination as the sound draws closer. With a rush of
air, a large red object rushes past, the beginning of a long train of
smoothly rolling wheels, soft lights and.. THAT ONE.. an extra passenger
as the figure calculates, and swings itself onboard the right carriage.
On board the train, a slightly harried looking figure is sprawled out on
several chairs, a posture echoed by several other figures. With a slight
smile he picks up a mobile phone and starts dialing...
"Yo Chip! You free for the next hour? ... Good. Grab your camera and try
to get that photo of the bridge this time. ... Yeah, you've got time.."
During this, the end door opens silently at the end of the carriage,
unseen by all the inhabitants. With a mere whisper of sound the door is
closed by a shadowy figure.
"And try to get some photos in the city. ... yeah.. means you go fast
through the streets ... Hah! You drive safely? ... Yeah, see you at
Mayne."
The mobile phone is put back into its belt holster, as he turns back to
the well cooked meal in front of him.
Another figure, dressed in black, walks calmly into the dining area, and
sits himself opposite the mobile user.
"You are the one known as the Chaotic Trickster?"
The one known as the Trickster pauses, fork halfway to his mouth. "I am
called that by some people, in some gatherings. But not in this one.
So, who are you?"
"You are. Only he would answer like that. Lets go."
"Or what?"
"Or I shoot you with this dart gun and carry you out anyway."
Considering the alternatives, the Trickster calmly swallows his mouthful,
and wraps the rest of the steak in a napkin, then announces to the room in
general. "I'll be back soon."
The figure in black smiles slightly, motioning the Trickster in his maroon
and dark blue uniform to his feet and out the end door onto the platform
between two carriages. "Ah, a flair for the dramatic. Then you will like
this."
"This?" <oh shit>
"Yes. This." and with that, the figure in black lunged at the Trickster,
pushing him through the space previously occupied by a gate. The gate
swung shut with a clang, leaving an empty platform.
--
"Amberley Base, this is Alpha Bravo Charlie Three. I've got a large mass
of red light traveling across my path below me. You should be able to see
it from the tower there. Request permission to abort landing and have
a closer look. Over."
"Alpha Bravo Charlie Three, this is Amberley Air Base. We have it on
visual, and you have permission to investigate. Over."
"I copy Amberley. Over and Out."
--
"Oh shit, this is gonna *hurt*.... hey, I'm not falling."
"No, your not. Just climb up here and relax already."
"RELAX? You have just threatened me with a gun, pushed me off a train and
we are now travelling just under high voltage power lines and you're
telling me to *RELAX* ? Are you crazy?"
"No. Perfectly sane. But there are some people who want to talk to you"
He looks up. "Aaah, perfect timing Ryo-oh-ki. Now I love doing this.."
"Ryo-oh-ki? WHAT? You expect me to believe that a cute fluffy cabbit is
going to suddenly pick us up?"
"Yup. As they say, Cute and cuddly, comes with Warp Drive."
MMREEEOWWWWW
Turning his head slightly from his inspection of the carriage roof, Kergma
sees the figure in black grinning as he looks up at ... a... SPACESHIP?
<This does not look good.>
"Scotty. Two to beam up."
"Quit with the comedy, I'm scared enough as it is."
MMREEOW! MROW!
"Very funny Jim. Scare him before we start already. I told you it would
have been a lot easier for me to go in and phase out through the train."
"But not as fun Ryoko. Besides, I like the view."
"Come on, they say that if we spend too much time chatting someone's bound
to take a photo and we aren't meant to exist here."
"But you're not!"
At this, Ryoko snorts and started laughing. "I'm here aren't I? This
won't hurt a bit." she said as she grabbed the arm of Kergma and
Jim. "Lets go.", and with that, she leaped straight up, through an
overhead bridge and faded out.
---
"Did you see that Liz?"
"See what John?"
"Two guys and a girl just jumped out of the road and vanished."
"Thats nice dear."
*HONK HONK* "Get a move on you stupid Volvo Driver!"
---
Onboard Ryohki, now soaring upwards at a comfortable rate, Kergma was
looking around in amazement.
"Urm. Whats going on?"
"Oh, we just want to talk to you" answered Jim, now lounging in a
comfortable couch.
Folding his arms, Kergma replied, "Just talk? uh-uh. When people say
that, they mean something more. So, why are you looking for me as
Kergma?"
"Because of what you've done." answered a new voice, this time from a
shimmering in the air, which resolves into a boy and a girl of about
sixteen, both wearing matching silver outfits.
<oh shit.> "You. You're Ranma."
"Hes quick alright. You seperated us *and* made me battle someone over
food?"
"Just a bit of harmless fun."
"And you landed that stupid BAKA Dundee on us."
Kergma, now sweating profusely, shudders. "But wait. I never sent that
one out. I deleted it. It was just a joke ok."
"Thats not a Joke. *This* is a joke." drawled a new voice, wearing a
casual dirty outfit of jeans, shirt and a dirty slouch hat. And had been
holding a large knife, now spinning quickly across the room right for
Kergma's .... *CLANG* MROWWW!
Kergma screamed "YEARGH! AAAAAAA..." and trailed off as he realised that
the knife hadn't actually hit *there*, but slightly lower down.
"Wait! Wait! I can explain! Really!"
"You'd better *mate* before I do something to you. I mean, fancy mixing
Japanese and Australian Culture like *that*" growled Ranma, now looking
distinctly annoyed.
"Ummmm - I didn't think you'd mind it?"
Akane, also looking annoyed, chimes in, "Mind? Making Croc Dundee
live with us and insulting my sisters? You BAKA!"
Having been expecting this, Kergma dives forward into a roll, a move which
neatly avoided Akane's Mallet-o-Baka, but completely failing to avoid
Ranma's foot.
"What are you going to do with me? And what happened to your usual
clothes?"
"As much as we'd like to do more things to you, we have a timetable to
keep. Other writers to torment and all that. And the silver outfits are
the latest in dimensional travel accessories. Dundee, if you wouldn't
mind?"
"You reckon it'll work?" asked Dundee, unhooking a water canteen from his
belt.
"Has on everyone else so far." answered Akane, now looking at her watch.
"Get on with it, we've wasted enough time already."
"Ok, here goes." and with that, Croc Dundee poured the contents of the
canteen over the one known as the Trickster, who had closed his eyes and
was thinking rapidly.
<If they are fiction characters come to life, then I should be able to...>
The water pours over Kergma, who merely looks damp. Ranma and Akane look
shocked.
"But but! That was Jyusenkyo Water! You should be a girl now." stammered
Ranma.
"You forget certain rules *mate*" replied Kergma, still looking damp, but
slightly satisfied. "Rule of Good Writing number something-or-other.
Don't overdo it. And pouring Jyusenkyo water over every author is
slightly overdoing it. You can't blame me for taking advantage of that."
"Oh no! We're out of time and we haven't had our revenge yet." cried
Akane, regarding a fancy bracelet on her wrist.
Jim spoke up, "Don't worry about it. I think we'll be able to handle it."
Ranma smiled as he and Akane started to fade out. "Thanks Stainless."
"She'll be right Mate." drawled Dundee as he vanished from view.
"Now Kergma, or would you prefer..."
"No, I would *not* prefer. I write under the name 'Kergma', therefore I
am Kergma for the moment. And since this is about writing, you must be
the Stainless Steel Rat."
"That I am. Me and the Tenchi crew would just love to have a little chat
about a little bit of writing you've done."
<oh-o> "Urrr. What writing?"
"Oh, nothing in particular. Just where you sent poor Jim here off to
swipe Tenchi, and he didn't know which one." sang out Ryoko, presently
amusing herself by playing with some F1-11 fighter jets.
<Oh shit, I'm in trouble.> "It was a joke?"
They did not look amused. Cut to the outside as screams are heard ;)
~~~~~
The Chaotic Trickster - kergma@sv.net.au
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