OK, I was bored, going on strong on OMB 7 and Shieldsman 9, and decided to
get this little bit out of my head, and onto the computer. 

It's a megacrossover, involving time and dimension travel.  Right now, I'm
toying with the following elements:

In year 3010, and in the year 1990:
-Ranma 1/2
-Sailor Moon
-Tenchi Muyo

In the year 2015, on an alternate Earth:
-Neon Genesis Evangelion

In an unknown year, on an alternate Earth:
-Magic Knights Rayearth.

I'm only definite on the first three...I'm thinking of maybe something
else instead of NGE, but I've got this fantastic idea for it....

Title ideas would be nice.


************

Tenchi Masaki, Second Prince of Jurai and the Jurian Ambassador to Earth
was exhausted.  This was nothing new to Tenchi, he was rather used to
being completely out of energy.  He slowly walked through the halls of the
crystal palace, and eventually reached his favorite window.

The window opened high above the Moon Princess's public garden.  He looked
down onto a familiar scene that both amused and dismayed him.  A yound
woman, in her early twenties, sat in the garden, accompanied by four young
men.  Tenchi's sons.  As he looked on each of his progeny, Tenchi could
not help but be struck at how they mirrored their mothers in both power
and attitude.  

Yosho, Ayeka's son.  His long purple-black hair was tied off in one
pony-tail that ran down his back.  Tenchi had to agree with Ayeka, he was
the image of his namesake, especially in the simple white robes he wore
all the time.  A prince in every way, more so than his father or his
namesake.  He held Tenchi-ken in an easy grip, the blade steady as death.

Akuma, Ryoko's son.  Aptly named, the young man was wild and
uncontrollable.  He kept his black hair long and spiky, much like his
mother's was.  His blue oval eyes were narrowed in anger at Yosho, and he
held a red energy blade in his hands.  The red crystal in his forehead
glowed, and his tunic and pants were replaced by a black skinsuit,
embossed with red flames.

*Fighting as usual,* Tenchi sighed to himself.  *Like mother, like son.* 
His gaze wandered over to the princess, and his two remaining children.

Hikaru, Tsunami's son.  A giant of a man, as gentle as he was handsome. 
His white hair was cropped at the shoulders, and hung loosely around his
face.  He wore a simple blue turtleneck and pants of the same shade.  He
had a broad smile on his face, and his hands wove patterns in the air as
he talked with the princess in his own way.  Tenchi clenched his fist in
anger as he recalled those fools in the Jurian court who called his son
flawed because he was mute.   Those people soon discovered it was not wise
to anger a man who commanded the power of a battleship.

Kesshu, Washu's son.  As short as Hikaru was tall, and just as handsome. 
He barely came to the princess's shoulder when standing at his
straightest.  He had cultivated a large mohawk of his brilliant red hair,
much to his mother's dismay.  Tenchi could see the telltale black shadow
over Kesshu's eyes and around his hands, which signified the young man was
working on some project again.  His finders twitched and shook as he
imputted data into his computer terminal, the results flashing across his
visor.

Bright, girlish laughter rose up to Tenchi's ears, and he looked at the
source.  A beautiful young girl, with long pink hair that was done up in
two pony-tails topped with cone-shaped odango.  The girl wore a plain
white and red summer dress, her tiara sparlking in the sun.

Princess Usagi Tsukino, heir to the throne of Earth, and object of his
sons' affections.

*About damned time a girl had to go through this, but did it have to be
Usagi, and MY sons?*  Tenchi complained in his head, and then looked up
into the sky.

It was just about time for the attack.  He made a quick prayer for his
sons' safety, and turned away from the window.

"Tenchi..." He froze, then cast a quick glance around him.  Good, no one
around.

"Ryoko," he barely had time to say before he was tackled by a very
amourous demoness.

*I may be tired all the time, but I'm never bored!*

***

High above the Earth, a being so old, so ancient it had forgotten all its
names but one looked down upon the planet and cursed.  The power these
insects had was unbelieveable!

The being had been drawn to the planet by the incredible power it had
radiated into the universe.  That power was essential for the being's
life.  It had spent far to much of its reserves making the trip to this
backwoods planet, and it would soon perish without that energy.

To a being so old it had seen the birth of galaxies, death was not an
option.  If a direct assault was impossible, maybe an indirect one was.

It looked forward into the future of the planet, and saw that the power
the insects possesed would only grow.  It looked sideways, at the planet's
sister existences, and saw avenues of attack that could be exploited.  It
looked into the past, and saw the turning points of the planet's history,
and saw them as weaknesses..

The being split itself into five parts, one for each of it's aspects, and
sent itself across dimensions and time.

Tiamat would feed.

--
Christopher "God-boy" Angel
cja124@mail.usask.ca      http://www.engr.usask.ca/~cja124
"Love is stronger than justice."
-The Munificent Seven by Sting