I've given this idea some thought, and while I don't have the time
to write it, I couldn't help but think of a few scenes.  If whoever
ultimately does write it wants to use them, go right ahead.

	(I generally focus on Priss and Ryoko.  Hey, too of my favorite
characters, of course I'm gonna focus on them.)

(Ryoko is on the space communicator to Galaxy Police Commissioner
Mihoshi.)

	"I guess we let her watch Blade Runner a few too many times when
she was a kid," Ryoko answered.

	"Oh.  That was that strange movie Tenchi liked so much, because of
the fellow with his hairstyle, right?"

	"No, Mihoshi," she sighed.  "Tenchi was never really interested in
.."  Ryoko stopped suddenly as she realized that the hand in which she
held the handset communicator was violently trembling.

	"Ryoko!  Ryoko, please!"

	Tears were forming in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, and
falling from her face.  Inarticulate noises were issuing from her throat.

	"RYOKO!"

	"T-t-t-t-t ... t-t-tenchi ..."

	"Ryoko, hang on, please, please, I'll come there real soon, it'll
be okay --"

	"NO."

	"you don't want me to come?"

	"It won't be okay.  Tenchi.  Tenchi is ... Find Tsunami."

	"I'll find her, we'll both come, just as fast as --"

	"JUST find TSUNAMI!  I don't CARE about anything else!"

	"all right."

	With an unsteady hand, Ryoko turned off the communicator, and let
the sobbing convulsions master her.

	Tenchi was dead.

	She had longed to comfort him in his childhood, watched over him
as he grew, come to love him as an adult, known the wonder of intimacy in
his arms.

	And he was dead.

	She would never again awaken in the middle of the night at the
slightest noise, realize that nothing was wrong, and spend hours gazing at
his peaceful sleeping face.

	"Ayeka ... you lucky bitch.  Why do you get eternity with him?
That isn't right.  You died and I have to go on living.  WHY?"

	Ryoko breathed deeply, shakily.

	"Vengeance.  I will take revenge on him who slew you, heart of my
heart.  If it costs my life.  If it costs this WORLD'S life.  He.  Will.
Die."

	Another shaky breath.

	"Then, perhaps, I can die and be with you."

(Ryoko and Priss are arguing.)

	"Suffering?  What the hell do you know about suffering?" Ryoko
barked.  "I had to see my love, YOUR father, die without there being a
single thing that I could have done.  When you've done that, THEN you can
talk to me about suffering."

	Priss' face froze.  She took a step closer to Ryoko, and leaned in
until their faces were no more than a quarter-inch apart.

	"Have you ever had to hold the body of someone you cared about in
your arms and feel them just stop living?" Priss whispered.  "Have you
ever had to kill someone you loved?"

	Ryoko stepped back, a horrified expression on her face.
	
	"I have," Priss said quietly.  "When you have, then you can talk
to *me* about suffering."

(Ryoko is helping to train the KS for their assault on Genom Tower.  Hey,
it's a BGC story.  You don't think that the mysterious force behind it
all will wind up being tied to the Genetic Ecosystem (designed) by a
Noisy Multinationalist?)

	"We probably won't have to worry about interference from the
Galaxy Police ..."

	"The who?" Nene asked.

	"The Galaxy Police are the bunch of ... well, anyway, they're the
ones who keep the various Galactic Empires out of this solar system, among
other things."

	"Oh come on.  You expect us to believe that the Sol system is off
limits to aliens?" Nene pressed.

	"What's so hard to believe about that?  Ain'tcha ever heard of a
Noninterference Directive?"

	"Please!  What about all the alien abductions of the past eighty
years?  Are they all just hooey?"

	"Yep."

	"Come on ..."  Nene trailed off as she realized that Ryoko was
smiling in a strangely ... predatory manner at her.

	"Nene-chan," Ryoko said sweetly, "where am I from?"

	"Well ... space, I guess?"

	"Yes, I am.  I think I can be assumed to be something of an
authority about the greater galaxy, right?"

	"Oh.  Yeah.  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that you were
lying."  <Why am I in a cold sweat?> Nene wondered.

	"I know you didn't.  But Nene-chan?"

	"Yes?"

	"If you ever doubt me again, I'll tear out your throat with my
teeth," Ryoko said in a calm, patient voice.

(And an epilogue.)

	This was the place.

	Here, nearly eight hundred years ago, two spaceships had dueled,
before their masters met in single combat.  A lake had been formed from
their powers unleashed in that battle.  A shrine had grown up around the
ruins of one of them, said to possess magical powers.

	The shrine and the ruins were gone, now.  But the lake remained.

	Ryoko stepped to the lake's edge, clutching the urn closely.
Priss had declined to be present for this.  Despite all that had happened,
her memories of her parents were still faint echoes, hidden behind the
walls of trauma that she carried around with her, and probably would, all
the long years of her life to come.

	A small smile touched Ryoko's lips as she envisioned the shock
that would ensue on Jurai when the long-lost heir to the throne appeared
in a few weeks.

	Ryoko opened the urn, and allowed the mingled ashes of Tenchi and
Ayeka to spill out into the gentle breeze that blew them across the lake.

	"Goodbye my love," she whispered.  Then she shook her head.  It
was time for honesty.  "Goodbye ... my loves."

	And then Ryoko felt a warm hand on each of her shoulders.  She
stiffened, and turned around.

	There was no one there.
	
(Take what you want of this, whoever writes this story.)

Chris Davies.