Subject: [R1/2][MKR] Onna: Red Side Ch 17
From: SQUN29C@prodigy.com (ROBERT MORRISON)
Date: 8/7/1997, 5:55 AM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com
CC: al709382@campus.ccm.itesm.mx

Okay! A few preliminary notes to this chapter...

1) This is the end of act three.
2) Sorry it took so long to get this one out.
3) I'm entering brand new and unfamiliar territory with this one. I'm 
trying to keep everything I'm bringing into the story as close to the 
original manga as possible, but with my limited experience regarding 
anything beyond the first series, I'm playing it by ear.
   I don't know the layout of the bridge of the NSX, so I *ahem* 
*borrowed* a bridge layout I'm familiar and comfortable with. It 
should be fairly recognizable.
   Also, I *ahem* borrowed characteristics of two other known beings 
in the creation of the, ahem, new villain. These should also be 
fairly recognizable. Please don't shoot me for anything I borrowed!

Well, here it is. Act Four begins soon...I'm not even going to bother 
going back to revise this one yet. It can wait. Enjoy!

   Chapter 17: Victories, Setbacks

   Sounds of celebration rang out through the halls of the palace as 
the group of warriors entered.
   "Sounds like a party," Ukyou commented. Clef and Ferio came 
rushing out to greet them.
   "You did it! Thank you so very much!" Ferio said. 
   Clef smiled. "The Blemish on Zagato has vanished, and our spells 
are slowly reversing the damage to the Princess. We are in your debt.
" He noticed the stretcher upon which lie...he couldn't tell. "What 
happened?" he asked, motioning at her with his staff.
   Everyone looked at each other nervously. "Umm...we're still not 
sure. It was strange," Akane said. 
   "The whole thing is a very long story," Mousse said. "We should 
tell it when we have had a chance to rest up."
   Clef nodded. "Very well. Let us adjourn to the banquet room. You 
can rest and relax there, and I'm sure you wouldn't mind a good meal.
"
   There was laughter and hearty agreement with that statement, and 
the party proceeded to the dining hall.

   In the greyness of the sleeping mind, a single girl with a fiery 
orange aura began to shimmer, her aura fading. With a great tearing 
sound, she split into two halves.
   <Oh MAN, do I have a headache,> Ranma said, groggily rising to his 
knees. He saw Hikaru, lying on the floor, nearby. <Oi, Hikaru! Are 
you okay?>
   Hikaru stirred, groaning. <Oohhhhh....what happened?> She began to 
sit up, and Ranma staggered over to sit beside her. <I...I can barely 
remember anything...>
   Ranma nodded. <I know whatcha mean, Hikaru. It's all kinda foggy.

   Hikaru rubbed her head, and frowned. <I...I think we did it...>
   Ranma blinked. <Skylark?>
   Hikaru nodded. <We beat her. I...I think...>
   They both tried to remember for a minute. As they concentrated, a 
ghostly image formed before them, of a third girl, who could be their 
twin, but had purple eyes, and was surrounded by an orange glow.
   Ranma blinked. <Th...that's us.>
   Hikaru nodded. <I...remember more now. We...we....> She gasped. 
<Ranma-kun! We did it! We joined!>
   Ranma grinned. <It worked? Cool!>
   The image before them wavered, and vanished. Hikaru sighed. <That 
was a rough experience though.>
   Ranma nodded. <Yeah, pretty intense. I hope we don't need to do 
that again anytime soon.>
   Hikaru yawned. <I'm completely drained.> She hugged Ranma. <I'm 
gonna rest a little while, Ranma-kun.>
   Ranma nodded, returning the hug. <Alright.>
   And after a moment of gathering his thoughts, Ranma woke up.

   "Oi, Torin...can you take care of that collapsed roof?"
   In one of the small villages of Cephiro, a small boy standing on a 
floating rock hovered in the air above a mostly caved-in dwelling, 
before which stood a large creature resembling a minotaur. The boy 
had a thick mop of dark orange hair which hung over his eyes, 
completely obscuring them. He wore large, bell-shaped green and white 
robes, and a ridiculously large beret.
   "Please help us if you can, Bal Ascot," a weary-looking man said, 
holding on tightly to a woman who appeared to be quite pregnant and 
on the virge of collapse.
   The boy nodded, and shouted, "Oi, Torin, can you do it, or do you 
need help?"
   The minotaur looked up, snorted a bit of steam, then lumbered 
closer to the house. Reaching in, it grabbed the remains of a 
thatched roof, and lifted them carefully out of the house, tossing 
them onto a pile of similar debris behind the structure. Ascot smiled 
at the beast, and flew in closer, lowering himself into the house. A 
moment later, he emerged, with a frightened-looking young child 
clinging to his floating stone. Ascot gently eased his mount to the 
ground, and the child scampered towards the man and woman. 
   "Oi, Torin! Good work! Please see if you can tend to some of the 
other damaged buildings while I help the people, alright?"
   Torin nodded, and lumbered off towards the center of town. The man 
and woman smiled gratefully at Ascot as he approached them. "Thank 
you so much, Bal Ascot," the man said.
   Ascot smiled gently. "It's no problem, really, and you should 
thank Torin...he's the one who lifted that roof."
   The woman smiled, and nodded. "Yes, your friend is very kind, 
despite his unusual appearance. I'm sorry any of us ever thought of 
your friends as monsters."
   Ascot shrugged. "It's understandable, I suppose." He sighed. "Well,
 we need to get you to a healer. There's one in Grem, which hasn't 
been hit by the darkness." He floated up into the sky, and began 
tracing a glowing pentagram in the air. "Come forth, please, Fal! 
These people need an air transport to the healer in Grem!"
   A large green falcon-like bird emerged from the pentagram, and 
swooped to the ground with a shriek. Ascot lowered himself to the 
ground and patted the large bird on the head. "Fal, please take these 
gentle people to the next town, and deposit them at the healer. Will 
you do this for me, my friend?"
   The bird bobbed its head, and lowered its body so the family could 
board it. They did so, expressing their gratitude to the young 
Summoner, and Fal took flight, disappearing quickly into the distance.

   Ascot smiled sadly as he made his way towards the village square. 
"It would be wrong for any of these people to have to suffer any more 
than they already have," he commented as he surveyed the damaged town.
 "How could we have been so terrible to these people?" he wondered. 
He spotted Torin gently deposting a group of frightened-looking 
merchants on the ground next to the husk of a market building, and 
headed over. "Oi, how many wounded among your party?" he asked as he 
approached.
   Before anyone could answer, something permeated the air. A sense 
of malice, of cruelty. Ascot and Torin looked up nervously. "Torin," 
Ascot hissed, knowing the creature could hear him no matter how 
softly he spoke, "Protect these people. Something evil is around." 
The minotaur snuffed an affirmative. 
   "My, what a kind boy you are," a light voice rang through the dark 
air. It was a female voice, definitely, and it seemed to have an odd, 
metallic ring to it. 
   The voice also, unmistakably, spoke in an Osaka dialect.
   Ascot went pale. "How...what--?"
   A tinny, light giggle echoed through the village. "Such a *dear*, 
*sweet*, *kind* boy you've become. I taught you better, you know. You 
make me sick, Ascot..."
   Suddenly, a black, malicious beam of light cut through the air, 
striking the young Bal, who spun wildly out of the air, slamming hard 
into the ground. The people screamed, and Torin gave a bellow of 
anger and surprise. 
   That tinny laugh rang out again, chilling everyone to the bone. 
The laugh was followed by echoes of a bell jingling.
   Ascot remained unconscious.
   
   Ranma shuffled into the dining hall of the palace, where a 
celebration was heartily taking place. Everyone smiled kindly at the 
boy as he dropped himself into a plush chair at the grand table. 
"Welcome, Ranma," Clef said. "Are you alright?"
   Ranma nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Hikaru's fine too, but she's worn 
out from what we did to Skylark." At the questioning glances, Ranma 
told the tale of his and Hikaru's decision to merge, and the results, 
as well as he remembered them.
   "So that's what that was all about," Akane said. Clef and Cologne 
stared at the boy with astonishment and a new level of respect. "That 
was quite a feat, for both of you," Cologne said. 
   Just then, there was a commotion outside in the hallway. Everyone 
looked up to see what was going on.
   A haggard-looking merchant staggered into the dining hall, 
accompanied by a palace guard. "Forgive...intrusion, Highness, Guru...
trouble...Bima..." His eyes rolled up into his head, and he passed 
out. Everyone gasped.
   The guard said, "Something is going on in Bima. I couldn't get the 
full story, but apparently something terrible has happened to Bal 
Ascot."
   Clef frowned. "Ascot? We must look into this."
   Umi blinked. "That little brat with the monsters? The one we 
slapped some sense into around the time Hikaru got blasted?"
   Clef nodded. "The Summoner, Ascot. He's been doing much good work 
since you girls departed from this world. He's been involved heavily 
in the rebuilding, along with his creatures. We'd have been lost 
without him." Clef sighed, closing his eyes. "The thought of 
something bad happening to Ascot..."
   Cologne rose, perching on her staff, and gestured to the door. "I 
suggest, then, that we call the celebration to a halt until we can 
find out what is going on." With that, she bounded for the door. Clef 
and Ferio followed her, eventually accompanied by the others.

   As the group emerged from the palace gates, they were treated to 
yet another unusual sight.
   Approaching the palace was a large minotaur-like creature, 
cradling something in its hands as it lumbered close. A green falcon 
circled warily above its head, shrieking mournfully. The fighters in 
the group tensed, but Clef waved his staff in their direction, 
shaking his head. They backed down slightly.
   Ferio, Clef, and Cologne approached the beast as it lumbered to a 
halt. It knelt before the young Prince and the two Gurus, and 
carefully laid a small, still form on the ground before it. The 
falcon perched on the minotaur's head, crying out pitifully.
   Clef gasped. The boy before him was severely burned. A dark force 
crackled along the wounds.
   Cologne grimaced. "Whatever attacked him, was evil, and had no 
soul."
   Everyone crowded forward. Umi gasped. While Ascot had been a 
nuisance, she knew he wasn't a bad kid. To see him in this shape...
   Ascot groaned, and slightly opened his one good eye, the other 
having swollen shut. "Guru...Clef..."
   "Ascot...what happened?"
   "In Bima...attacked..." he groaned, struggling to prop himself up 
on his elbows. "...illusionist...evil...stop her...please..." He 
dropped back to the ground, his eyes closing, his breathing shallow.
   "Sentries!" snapped Ferio. "Bring a stretcher, and no fewer than 
four healers." Several guards moved to comply.
   Clef frowned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Evil illusionist...
"
   Umi scowled. "They usually are." This earned her a sharp glare 
from Cologne, which surprisingly silenced her. 
   Clef shook his head. "It doesn't make any sense. There are no more 
illusionists in Cephiro. The only one who existed in the world was 
killed two years ago, by the Water Knight..."
   Everyone looked at Umi, who shuffled her feet.
   Ferio frowned. "Well, apparently there is one around. And we need 
to find out what's going on before..."
   The prince was cut off by the sound of an incredible explosion in 
the distance. Everyone gasped, as a great plume of black fire erupted 
in the distance, spraying charred rubble, earth, and probably bodies 
in all directions.
   Clef's eyes were wide in shock. "That...that's Bima," he said.
   Cologne shook her head. "*Was* Bima. I doubt there is anything 
left of the town now."
   Ferio scowled, and barked an order at the sentries who had 
returned. "I *will* know what is going on, and the sooner I have an 
answer, the better," he said. "I demand to know who is responsible 
for this."
   "Yes, your Highness," the sentries chorused, and began snapping 
commands at their underlings, ordering horses readied for the ride to 
Bima.
   Clef turned to the assembled warriors. "I would ask you to remain 
and help us, but this isn't your battle. If you wish to return to 
your world, I will see to it."
   Ranma shook his head. "We ain't goin' nowhere." He turned to his 
comrades. "I dunno about the rest of you, but I'm kinda gettin' 
attached to this place. I don't wanna see any more bullshit happen 
here."
   Ryouga, Ukyou, Shampoo, Mousse, and Akane nodded solemnly. "It's a 
martial artist's duty to protect the innocent and the defenseless," 
Ryouga said. 
   "Shampoo no like see town blow up like that. Remind of bad legend 
from old days of Amazons. Shampoo stay fight."
   "Count me in too," Mousse said.
   "Hey, I got nothin' better to do," Ukyou said. "This world's kinda 
growin' on me too."
   Akane nodded. "If what Umi and Fuu told us about the last time is 
true, no time is passing in our world, so we've got nothing to lose 
by staying to help out."
   Umi and Fuu stepped forward. "And we're staying as well," Fuu said.

   Umi nodded, a fierce scowl on her face. "Regardless of the past, 
we have a duty to this world, as its Legendary Magic Knights. We'll 
do our best, for Cephiro."
   Clef smiled. "You are truly remarkable young people. The people of 
this world are very lucky, to have your group on our side."
   Umi looked towards the palace. "While the sentries are 
investigating, we need to see to Ascot. If he wakes up, he may be 
able to tell us more."
   Clef nodded. "Yes. Also, the rest of you can give Presea the 
Escudo you got at the spring."
   Everyone looked around nervously. "Anou..." Ryouga said. "We, um...
there wasn't any."
   Clef blinked. "No Escudo?"
   At this point, Presea joined the group. Where she'd been, was 
anyone's guess. "They're right, Guru Clef. I've been doing some work 
with the newer surveys. We made a mistake sending them to Eterna for 
the mineral. But," she said, "I think I know where there is a large 
supply of it..."
   "We'll discuss this as we wait for information," Ferio announced, 
striding towards the palace briskly."
   Clef smiled after him. "That youth has become a very dutiful 
leader to his people," he said. "Even before Emeraude fell ill."
   "Cephiro is lucky to have such a great prince," Fuu said. Umi 
nudged her playfully, and she blushed.
   "Well," Presea said, "I think we should adjourn to the war room." 
At the collective nods of the young warriors, the group returned to 
the palace. Torin and Fal stood stoically before its gates, 
apparently keeping guard.

   Various machines thrummed and whirred, and panels flashed lights 
and chirped merrily in a spacious, sterile room with machines on 
every surface. Technicians and the like scurried about, and the 
activity and excitement level in the room was high. Amidst it all, in 
a central seat, sat a handsome, somewhat amused-looking youth, with 
short blond hair and twinkling eyes. He had a white cloak wrapped 
about him, and was staring intently at a large screen.
   A door hissed open, and much of the rapid chatter hushed, becoming 
muted whispers of awe. The youth in the chair looked up, and smiled.
   A strange figure stepped into the chamber. The figure was very 
obviously female, with tight black metal-and-leather armor which 
encased her entire body, hugging her curves, leaving virtually 
nothing to the imagination. Her head was also encased in a shell of 
black leather, with an effeminate mask artfully etched into the 
leather. She also wore a broad helmet, which provided one of the few 
traces of color about her person, being detailed with thin streaks of 
pink down the center, and bearing a large, pink, fibrous ornament on 
top. Inset in the left eye of her mask was a round pink crystal, with 
a small, simple, perfect blood-red chip of ruby embedded beneath its 
smooth surface. 
   The only thing which contrasted with the ornate and elegant 
appearance of her costume were the various wires and coils of tubing 
which snaked along her body, much of it emerging from or entering her 
helmet. A small bank of lighted indicators was artfully contoured to 
the curve her her chest, functional without distorting the 
spectacular image of her graceful curves. A black cloak flowed from 
her shoulders, pooling at her black-booted feet. A hiss of mechanized 
air intake and outflow steadily issued from her, and as she walked, a 
faint jingling sound, like soft bells, could be heard, even above the 
whirring sound of servo motors. 
   She strode purposefully across the floor of the chamber, stopping 
before the chair. The youth in the chair respectfully inclined his 
head. "Welcome back, Lady Mirage. I assume your trip was successful?
"
   "Thank you, Commander. Yes, it was very successful. I do not think 
this...expedition will fail. Cephiro seems to be rather short on 
defenses."
   The young man grinned. "Excellent. I feel much more confident 
about this mission with you present, Lady Mirage."
   "You should, Commander. You should." With that, she strode out of 
the room, cape swishing, air hissing, servos whirring, and bells 
jingling. Activity resumed normal levels with her departure.
   "Alright everyone," the man in the center seat said, "It's time. 
Geo!"
   "Ready, Commander," a tall man with short black hair and a 
headband answered crisply.
   The commander chuckled. "Set course to Cephiro. And lose the 
formality."
   "Okay...we're underway, Eagle."
   Eagle Vision smiled. This was a good day.

 ---end act three---



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