Subject: [FFML][X-OVER][DRAFT]Cooperate Takeover, Act Second
From: "Chad Yang" <chadyang@hotmail.com>
Date: 7/16/1998, 3:00 AM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

Hello! Chad Yang here to present Act Second of Cooperate Takeover. This 
is just a draft, and I haven't edited it yet, but I have done a spell 
check. I know I shouldn't be sending out anything this early in 
production, but hey, we need the C&C. Have fun and enjoy the ride.

Nanashimanga:
Chad Yang
Suzi Dayton

Sentinel Entertainment:
Antookis
and others we forgot the names of . . . (sorry) 

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Prologue

How did all this really begin?
Actually, I'm not all that sure myself.
How should I put it? Well, I think the best analogy is a boxing ring. 
That doesn't have anything to do with this, but it's still a good 
analogy. 
So, picture this.
You're standing inside of the ring facing your opponent. And then, 
because of years of training, you let your reflexes take over. He takes 
a swipe at you. You duck aside. He does it again, you uppercut him. None 
of these events are really even close to being significant. Half of them 
you don't even remember. All you do remember is that one final punch 
into your opponent's stomach. He passes out, and you wait as the ref 
counts. 
". . . and ten! The winner is . . ."
And all the clapping sounds and everything. You don't really remember 
any of the fight, but you know you've won, and you're really glad it's 
over with. You change and you walk home. 
So there's the first part of the analogy. See the similarities yet?
No, I suppose not.
I mean . . . oh, nevermind.
Okay, didn't get that? Don't worry. Here's the second part.
You get home, take a bath. You get dressed for bed. On the way, you pass 
the living room. No. Wait . . . I don't suppose anybody would have a 
living room between the bathroom and the bedroom, no . . . make that you 
have a TV in your bedroom. Yeah.
You sit down, bottle of beer in your hands, and you figure you're tired, 
so you settle down and flick on the TV. You go channel surfing. Yeah. 
The little Click click click click click thing. And then you get to the 
sports channel. 
Ooh, there's a handsome bloke. I don't see his face, but his style's 
real nice. Hey, I wonder where he learned that? That's a nice move there 
. . . yeah! To the right! To the left! 
Yes, you're watching your favorite sport, professional boxing. You think 
to yourself, yeah, this guy's pretty good. I should find him sometime 
and have a little showdown with him. Have to see his name. Oh, no. His 
face. Yeah, then I'll recognize him.
And then the guy turns around. And you see his face. The bottle of beer 
falls to the ground. Good thing it's already empty, or it would've 
spilled. What made you drop the bottle? His face? Well not HIS face, not 
really. Your face. You're looking at yourself. 
And that's the analogy. See, we did all this stuff back then. Oh, it 
feels like so long ago. Not really, it was only a year ago, but then 
again, I've only had twenty-one in my life, and a year seems like a long 
time. It didn't seem very significant when we did it, but later, when we 
looked back, we realized that every single one of our actions had some 
effect on the final outcome. Not that the outcome was bad. We thanked 
kami-sama for the outcome. That's not the point. The point was that it 
was actually us who created it. Destiny, some might call it. I've never 
been a big believer of Destiny. I was never destined to live a life like 
this. I mean, I'm Mr. Normal. People call me things like nerd, and 
weenie, and all the rest of the whatnot. But . . . my life has not been 
as it was destined. It's like the Gods had something against me . . . or 
well maybe they don't, and maybe I'm just being paranoid, and maybe 
Destiny does really exist. After what happened, I wasn't so sure 
anymore. It even feels strange that I'm writing this now. It feels like 
none of it ever happened. Well, maybe none of it ever did. I am, after 
all, writing this from memory. The events , or their order may have been 
screwed up. Heck, the voice that I'm writing in doesn't even feel like 
my own. Too chatty. I don't usually speak this much.
I don't know most of the people in this story. Didn't know them before, 
didn't come to know them after. About all I know are their names and the 
fact that they exist. The events, are probably my imagination. I mean, I 
saw the real big ones, but . . . it could've been my imagination. A good 
freelance writer must have a good imagination. Mine's probably working 
overtime, but then with some of the things I've seen, maybe it isn't.
You decide.

The author, 
Tench Masaki, January 3, 2002


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Cooperate Takover, Act Second: Be Late (Draft)
Original Idea:       Suzi Dayton (Nanashimanga)
Written by:          Chad Yang (Nanashimanga)
                     Sentinel Entertainment
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Okay . . . let's see how much time it'll take.
Let X = time.
I'll use Washu's trajectory. I wonder if Washu-chan is still angry at me 
for getting that prize. Well Washu did get second place for everything. 
Second place isn't that bad. Okay. Where was I? Oh, yes. De-acceleration 
at 9.8 meters per second, launched 3 seconds ago at the initial velocity 
of 1000 meters per second. Maximum height will be reached at around 
thirty seconds . . . Hmm, somewhere around a minute. No, I forgot about 
air friction, which increases the amount of de-acceleration. Maximum 
height will be altered somewhat. Subtract twenty meters. Add five 
seconds. Okay. Done.
Launch direction: upward. One degree off from zero. Tilted to the 
Northeast. Point of landing: 10 meters northeast of launch point. 
Location name: koi pond. Better prepare the hot water. Oh, it's done 
already. 
Nabiki Tendo watched, slightly amused, as her sister picked up the hot 
water and walked toward the koi pond. She had long ago learned of her 
sister's talent. Not that she'd told anybody. It was kind of useful 
sometimes.
Kasumi put the keg down next to the pond. 
"Five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . . one."
On que, one pig-tailed martial artist fell from the sky.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *SPLASH*"
Ranma looked where he had landed. It hadn't hurt all that much. Well, 
not like last time. Last time, he'd hit the propeller of a weird looking 
helicoptor. That had hurt. He looked down on himself, then noticed where 
he was. And that he wasn't a he anymore. She got out hastily.
"Would you like some hot water, Ranma?"
"Uh, yes, Kasumi."
Kasumi poured it over her. 
"Thanks."
Ranma went into the room and sat down on the ground. 
"Damn! It's not my fault she can't cook."
The door flew open.
Ranma Saotome, the fearless heir to the Anything-Goes Martial Arts 
School flinched.
"RRRRRRRAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNMMMMMMMMAAAAA!"
Akane briefly considered malleting him, then decided against it. A 
simple kick would do. She punted him out the door.
"Oh, my." Kasumi calculated Ranma's landing point. 
A phone booth. How convenient. She had to tell him to be back in time 
for dinner. She went out of the room and made her way to the telephone.
Nabiki stepped outside and raised a hand to shield her eyes from glare 
of the sun. Hmm, metropolitan Tokyo. She had some cameras installed on 
the skyscrapers. More UFO photos. Those were very popular nowadays. Yes. 
She'd scare the heck out of those dirty old men at SEELE. They'd 
probably even go as far as to send "Agent Mulder" to Japan. They 
certainly didn't want to be beaten to the pocket-sized 
anti-gravitational device.
Oh, damn! She'd nearly forgotten about that! She had to pick it up from 
the Research Department of Tokyo University this afternoon. She looked 
at her watch. Not enough time. Happosai would be very angry if he found 
to missing. Wait. Ranma was heading toward Tokyo. Which meant . . . 
Nabiki smiled.
"Hello? Ranma? Oh, I'm sorry, wrong person. Excuse me, but do you see a 
young man in a red shirt? Yes? I need to speak with him please."
Nabiki stopped smiling. She ran into the house and to the telephone.
"Kasumi! I need to talk to Ranma!"
"Yes? Yes, Ranma. Hello. Be back in time for dinner. Yes. Oh, and Nabiki 
needs to speak with you."
Kasumi handed the phone to Nabiki. Nabiki hastily put it to her ear.
"Ranma?"
<"Yes, Nabiki. What are you going to charge me for now?">
"Ranma, currently your debt to me adds up to twenty thousand and ten 
yen. I want you to run an errand for me. Go to Tokyo University, the 
Research Department. I want you to bring back the little jade amulet I 
left there a week ago. If you make it back before two, I'll take off 
that little ten yen from your debt. If you don't, well too bad. I won't 
tell you the consquences. If you want to know, you owe me another two 
thousand two hundred and twelve yen."
For a moment, the line was quiet.
["Um, okay, I'll pay you."]
"Smart boy. It's about time you thought about consequences before you 
make actions. If you don't get back before two, you'll have Happosai to 
deal with. He's coming back today."
["What!? But last week I mailed him to Nome, Alaska!"]
"Yes, but it's postmaster's policy to return a package to the sending 
address if the receiver is absent. You mailed it to an empty house."
["What!?"]
"The package is due to return today."
["NO!"]
"At two o'clock this afternoon."
[SHIT! . . . *clank clank* *beep beep beep beep* Sorry. This line has 
been disconnected.]
Nabiki smiled. Sometimes she was just too brilliant.

There was a dust cloud flying down the street. A rather large dust 
cloud, increasing in size every moment. Physicists would have gathered 
in crowds to see something like this. Why? Because the build-up of the 
dust cloud happened to be a very good simulation of the birth of a star, 
though it wasn't in any way related. Look! It's starting to glow right 
now. 
Only one boy noticed as a red flash zoomed past. He didn't think much 
about it, only that he'd been seeing things. Then again, when ESPers saw 
things, it wasn't a very good sign. He recalled a cousin in the states 
sending him a letter about this one man who could run so fast nobody saw 
him. Apparently, the cousin in question tried to get him married into 
the family. The boy shivered. Crazy ESPers wearing red suits and calling 
themselves things like "the Flash." No. Definitely not a good sign. 
However, he didn't recall ever hearing about that guy coming to Japan. 
He shivered again. He had enough to deal with. He didn't even want to 
think about hentais like that.
A few moments later, a lot more people noticed. No, not the red flash. 
They noticed the dust cloud. Actually, they didn't have a choice. It ran 
into them, knocking a few of them off their feet. 
About ten minutes later, the police and the bomb squad arrived. Those 
who were present had suffered minor cosmetic burns from the incident, 
and were immediately sent to the nearby hospitals for treatment. No 
explosive device was found.
Half an hour later, priests and monks from various shrines and churches 
gathered at the site. They claimed that it was a warning from whatever 
god they worshipped that the end was near.
About an hour later, scientists arrived to measure radioactive readings. 
They got quite a low one. Some claimed that the Tunguska Incident had 
recurred. 
The central electric board stepped in to say that no nuclear explosion 
had occurred, and that there were no atomic bombs in the area. They went 
on for half an hour about how the place wasn't dangerous at all, how all 
the safety precautions had been taken, how peaceful the neighborhood 
was, and how nice a place it might be to have a picnic at this 
afternoon, before finally admitting that they had nothing to do with it 
at all.
And so the reporters had to say that it was an act of chaos, even though 
they really wanted to go off on a story about UFOs and mass abductions.
Actually, the story was half right. But nobody knew that. 
Not even Chaos himself.

Several hours ago . . .

The Empire State Building
Friday, 1:15 PM

A man walked up to a door and looked at the sign. 
<"Majestic Twelve Geriatric Gentleman's Club, Room 51. Gotta change that 
sign sometime.">
He opened the door. The smell of thick smoke greeted him.
<"You're late.">
<"I had to finish up some important business.">
<"Why did you summon us.">
He pulled out some photographs from a pocket inside his suit and threw 
them on the table.
<"A operative in Tokyo sent us these photographs.">
The old men gathered around and flipped through the photos.
<"But this . . . this is impossible." >
<"I believe Rich Girl is responsible for this. The man in the photograph 
is probably Invisible Boy.">
<"How did he get the device?">
<"He's her top operative. Do not worry about him. An operative, no 
matter how powerful, is still just an operative. Rich Girl comes 
first.">
<"You are responsible for this. Rich Girl has enough power to destroy 
us.">
<"Yes, I know. But, if I may remind you, we don't even know who she is. 
She, on the other hand, knows who we are and what we do. We are at a 
disadvantage if we take her on now.">
<"Then what do you suggest we do?">
<"Postpone all projects. I'm going to tell Skinner to send in Agent 
Mulder.">
<"Why not Ikari?">
<"We need him at NERV. There only several months left before the Second 
Impact.">
The fat man narrowed his eyes.
<"You trust the scrolls?">
<"Yes.">
<"Does she know?">
<"Yes. She sent me a letter.">
The was an uneasy silence.
<"Send in Mulder. Have him leave today. We can't take any chances.">

FBI Headquarters
Friday, 3:00 PM

Fox Mulder opened the door.
<"You called me, sir?">
<"Yes, Agent Mulder. Sit down.">
Mulder sat down in front of the desk. 
<"What is it, sir?">
<"Listen, Mulder. Certain parties want you in Japan today.">
<"Excuse me, sir?">
<"You're going to Japan. Bring Scully with you.">
Skinner took out an envelope.
<"They told me that this was for your eyes only. Now go.">

8:00 PM

Mulder walked down the hall. 
<"Mulder!">
He looked up from the envelope.
<"Scully.">
<"Mulder. I heard you got called into Skinner's office.">
<"Yeah, Scully. We're going to Japan.">
<"What?">
<"We're going to Japan.">
<"Oh my God.">
<"Look, Scully. I've got something to show you.">
He walked into his own room and sat down at his desk. He pulled some 
photos from it.
<"Take a look at this.">
Scully took the photos from out of his hand and looked at the top one.
A speck in the sky. She looked closer.
<"A flying man? Mulder, this isn't time to make Superman jokes.">
<"No, Scully. That's a real photograph. Taken in Nerima, Tokyo two days 
ago.">
<"Mulder, there's got to be some explanation for this. It's probably 
some computer generated graphic or something. Humans can't fly.">
<"No, it's a real photo. I got it checked at the lab.">
<"Fakes are getting better and better Mulder. You can't tell.">
<"All the better reason to go to Japan, Scully. Something's happening 
there, and if that photo's a fake, they're covering something up.">
<"Why you then? Why did they pick you?">
<"I have no idea.">
<"Mulder . . . wait. Maybe they don't want you HERE.">
<"Well, then let them have their way. I'm going to Japan.">
<"Mulder . . .">
<"Think of it as a vacation, Scully.">
He smiled.

Now . . . 

Screams ran through the post office. 
"Sweeto! What a haul! What a haul!"
Happosai ran down the hall, a rather large bag on his back. A mob of 
angry woman raced after him, armed with assorted mops and brooms.
"Ooh, the postmistresses are angry! Better run quicker." 
He ran out of the building.
"Home sweet home!"

"Three more minutes, sir. It's going to take a while."
"Come on! I don't have any time to waste."
Ranma looked desperately at the clock.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

Atsuko Natsume walked slowly, yawning a bit.
Her little brother had insisted on waking up early to walk to school 
this morning. She didn't quite understanding why he didn't want to take 
the bike. 
Then again, she didn't understand quite a lot of things.
Good thing it was Saturday. She was going to sleep the afternoon away.
*GLOMP*
"Sweeto!"
She blinked. Then looked down. It took a moment to register what was now 
attached to her. A human. No. too small. A rat. No. Rats aren't that 
big. No. A big rat. Yes. A very big rat. It was glomping her.
"Meow!" She uppercut the rat and watched it fly into low orbit.

Happosai was flying. It was a experience he'd had a lot of these last 
two year.
Damn. Girls nowadays were all so violent. That last one had almost been 
as strong as Ranma.
Ranma. Damn him. Mailing me into gaijin country. I'll get him bad. 
That was the last though he had before he realized something.
He was falling.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
*POOF*
"Are you all right, sir?"
"Where . . . where am I?"
"You fell into my garbage can."
"Oh."
"Let me help you out."
Happosai looked at what he was standing on. A mallet. He'd seen it 
before . . . Akane's, no. On closer inspection, he saw that it had a 
single Chinese character on it. 
Curse. He smiled.
"Young man. How much are you willing to sell this 'garbage' for."
The 'young man' blinked. "Well imagine that! I can make money out of 
garbage. It's of course only a normal sale, but anything that can make 
money is good."
"I found that in my stock and I had no idea what it was so I threw it 
away. If you'd like it, we'll talk prices."
"Sure thing . . ."

"Come on, lady! You're killing me down here!"
"Not my fault. I'm telling you they'll be done soon."
"Damn it!"

Happosai entered his room through a window.
His eyes bulged. 
"No! Somebody's gone through my treasures!"
He looked around. The room was in complete disarray, bras and panties 
scattered everywhere. He quickly did an underwear count. 
A few minutes later . . . 
" . . . a thousand and one . . . a thousand and two . . . no! Lost count 
again."
He wished he hadn't stolen so many. Then he realized what he'd been 
thinking and quickly shook the thought away. 
Then he saw what WAS missing. 
"No! The Xian Tien Bau! 
RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAA!"
And he rushed out of the room.

Ranma walked in.
"Hello, Ranma," said Nabiki. "You're three minutes late. You know what 
that means? You owe me twenty-two thousand, two hundred and twenty-two 
yen. Oh, and Happosai's looking for you."
There was a wild look in his eyes. He rushed past her.
She giggled. It was so fun watching him squirm. 

"RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAA!"
Ranma turned around.
"YOU! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE HOLDING?"
Ranma broke out into cold sweat. This wasn't happening.
"THAT'S THE XIAN TIEN BAU! YOU STOLE IT DIDN'T YOU, YOU THEIF! I'M GOING 
TO TEACH YOU SOME MANNERS!"
Happosai's battle aura began growing.
"No! You don't understand! This isn't what it looks like! Nabiki set me 
up!"
"ANYTHING-GOES SECRET MOVE! HIDDEN MALLET!"
Happosai pulled out a mallet from thin air and slammed it down on 
Ranma's head. 
*POOF*
"Hey! Where'd the mallet go?"
He looked on Ranma's head. A purple Chinese character was etched in the 
center of Ranma's forehead. 
"Cursed. So I can only use it once. At least the curse is permanent."
The last thought Ranma had before passing out was, "Ah, so she did learn 
it somewhere . . ."

End Act Second
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Next:
Agent Mulder goes to Japan!
Barney vs. Gojira!
Washu-chan's class reunion!
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