Notes: This is set in the far future of a fusion/xover universe I'm working
with.  Do not be surprised if any names sound familiar.

	All the White Pantomime Squadron's problems would be solved if only Yoshimasa
Asaike would just drop dead...
	Too bad that isn't d*mn likely!

Help, Kami-sama!
By Ryo Hoshi

Part 2

	So I took Izumi "Greenhorn" Saotome, Hitoshi "Star" Hibiki, and 'Were, who
only admitted to having the last name of Son.  We on the whole assumed that he
must be one of the rare people who could claim direct decendance from Son
Goku.  Part of what evidence we had for this was his tail.  Hey, why do you
think we called him Were?
	After arriving on the planet, we checked the weapons we had smuggled down.
It wasn't the mecha we were supposed to use, but they were nice modern weapons
that were designed to do a pretty good job of killing Mimes.  My ability to
design weapons that we could easily conceal, our talents when it came to hand
to hand combat, and our ability to handle weapons that normally could only be
used by people in mecha, were often the only reason we survived these
missions.  Of course, we also had the highest mortality rate of all of the
Pantomime Squadrons.  We never could manage to have the usual number of 'men.'
	Izumi looked at me like she had a question.  "What is it, Greenhorn?"
	"Nemo-sama, are these supposed to destroy Mimes?  I mean..."
	"Okay, so they're small.  But the internal circuitry is based on some of
Medico's mother's work..."
	"Wow.  Laser-based, right?"
	"100 sol power.  Maybe we should change your call sign to Gun Nut,
Greenhorn..."
	"Gun Nut, sir?"

	Considering my lack of people, I suppose that it is a miracle that we managed
to check out as much land as we did.  Of course, Yoshimasa did not care.  He
thought that we should have cleared at least twice the area that even the
Golden Flower Pantomime Squadron could clear in as much time.
	There was a reason he had ended up with the call name Idiot.
	The town itself was deserted.  From the looks of it, they had been attacked
by Mimes and, for some reason, they had been idiot enough to surrender.  I
wondered if their mayor was related to Yoshimasa-San.
	I had to wonder, though, what Yoshimasa and his half of the team had been
doing for the last few hours.  From what I could see, I guessed that Ken
"Hentai" Yokoita had located several stashes of female underwear.  Norio
"Madman" Kurobayashi was shooting the police building, laughing and saying
something insulting about weak-kneed police.  Scout Fukamizu was sitting in a
safe place and watching the chaos boredly.  Yoshimasa was trying to separate
Ken from the undies, get Norio to stop shooting the building, and to keep the
bottle of sake he was holding from spilling even a drop.  It was a loosing
battle.
	I aimed about a yard above Yoshimasa's kawaii lil head and fire.  He jumped,
and then noticed that we were here.  Ken launched himself at Izumi and me, as
we were the first living females he had seen in several hours.
	As I pried him from my bosom, he muttered something about my being a gaijin
not affecting his love for me.  I decided see if I could toss him over the
tallest building there and said as much.
	"Nemo, drop Hentai," was Yoshimasa's reaction.
	"Oh, come one, Idiot-sama, can't I punt him?"
	"Well, if you put it that way, sure," he said, blushing.