Since I was quoted as a partial inspiration for this, I felt it was my duty to C&C it.

Andrew Carey wrote:

This was sort of vaguely inspired by the bit about engineering Homo
Impericus in the most recently posted chapter of Quantum Destinies.  Not

(Said author of Quantum Destinies blinks.)  What madness have I unleashed?  ^_^

to say that particular fact means the honourable author of that fic
bears any responsibility for this.  What follows is entirely my own
fault.

I guess I can feel relieved at this point.  The Draka weren't an inspiration for my
Imperial Earth, but I could see where there are similarities.

Kasumi no Draka!
Or Kasumi, the Genetically Engineered Conquering Warrior-type Person

Having read the books, I have to admit that the title is amusing to me.

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(snip)

        I would like now like to offer my humble apologies to Mr. Stirling and
Takahashi-sama for so grievously misusing their creations.  I also most
sincerely apologise to Tendou Kasumi, un-questioned goddess of the
kitchen and nicest person in all Nerima, who will probably do something
horrible to me when Revengefic season comes around.  God knows I deserve
it.

Kasumi would only do something horrible if it was the psycho knife-wielding one that has
popped up here and there in fanficdom.  Normal Kasumi would most likely just scold you. 
^_^

(snip)
 

        Soon their little enclave became the ultimate dumping ground for
deposed aristocratic elites, who would spend their mornings training in
the martial arts, their mid-afternoons honing their sophisticated
artistic sensibilities, and their nights in plotting revenge on the
vulgar bourgeois forces who had damaged their cultural integrity and
destroyed their traditional lifestyle choices.  Over time, they would
become one people, adopting a drawling, German-inflected dialect of
Japanese as their mother tongue and (for no particular reason) the name
of the great explorer/pirate Sir Francis Drake as their ethnic
designator.

For a tongue-in-cheek origin, I can actually see this as working.  Perhaps that says
something about me.  (Looks around nervously to see if any theoretical historians are
watching.)

        And so they became...the Draka!  And the world trembled at their feet
and bent its collective neck to their wolfish Will to Power, for they
had the almighty author on their side.

Heh. ^_^
 

Three Hundred Years Later:

        Kasumi Tendou-Ingolfssen lounged comfortably on the veranda of her
ancestral manor, watching the sun rise over the fields.  The serfs were
already at work, singing their cheerful little working songs.  Kasumi
was supremely happy, for she knew that all was right on the plantation.
And how could it not be?  After all, the whole place was under the
benevolent boot of her very own beloved family, just as it had been for
centuries.

(Jurai Knight blinks once again.)

        She hitched at her gun belt, settled the weight of her ten millimeter
automatic back into the comfortable place on her hip.  Little birds
twittered cheerfully in the trees.  She took a sip of coffee.  "Hmm,
tastes a little funny, doesn't it, Nabiki?"
        Her younger sister took a meditative sip.  "That it does.  Strychnine,
I think.  Feral serf agents in the kitchen staff again.  Foolish of �em,
ain't it?"
        "Indeed, Tendou Nabiki, it is foolish of them.  Do they not realise,
the vile peasant scum, that our superior genetic science has rendered us
invulnerable to all poisons?"
        "Kunou, dahlin', you're a fine lay, and your fightin' skills are a
credit to our Race, but frankly you're a pompous ass and you know it."
        "You utter fighting words, Tendou Nabiki.  Do you seek to challenge the
Blue Thunder of the Archonal Guard Legion?  Do you... Are those pictures
of the pigtailed girl I see before me?"

Hehhehehe.  Well, Kunou and Nabiki seem right at home here.  Ranma apparently still has
his usual luck, but I can only wonder how many fiancees he has here.  Kodachi would feel
right at home here with her usual imperious mannerisms.

        <Silly children.> Kasumi thought to herself.  When would they learn?
She took another sip of coffee.  Yes, it was definitely strychnine.  "Oh
my, I guess I'd better go execute the kitchen staff." This wasn't going
to be such a good day, after all.  Kasumi wasn't squeamish, but
executions were never fun for her.
        "I could do it, Sis, if you'd rather." Nabiki said quietly.
        "No, Nabiki, it's my responsibility."

Ack!

        "Ranma, you fool!!!"
        "Gods curse it, Akane, I didn't..." He leapt over the orbitally-forged
alloy head of her war mallet.  "Really, Akane..." she swung again.

I have to admit, you are poking fun at Stirling's writings really well.

        <This is getting very tiresome.> A few days earlier they'd been up in
the hills exchanging gunfire.  Only 5mm, of course, hardly more than a
bee sting to the genetically engineered elite masters of the world, but
still... "Akane, stop trying to club your fiance.  And Ranma, you're not
being very nice to Akane.  �We are not a numerous people, and nobody
loves us.'  Remember?"
        "But he insulted my shooting, Kasumi!  Said I couldn't hit a running
feral serf in the back of the knee with an unfamiliar weapon at
midnight!"

Nice to see that some things never change.

I wonder if the Saotome's have a certain purple-haired girl as one of their serfs? ^_^

        Kasumi sighed, and took the stairs to the kitchen.  Midway down she
drew her pistol and chambered a round.  Absently she whistled a little
tune.

Yikes!  Scary, boys and girls... scary...

Endnote:
        For the record, I am completely opposed to scary genetically engineered
people of any ethnic extraction (including my own) taking over the
world.  (Even if they have appealing manners and an endearing tendency
to say "Oh my!" in response to any event.)  This is an evil thing, and
screws up a lot of people's lives.  I'm also most definitely opposed to
summary executions of the hard working people who provide others with
food and coffee.

Hmmm... luckily my world isn't quite this dark.

        I am also quite aware of the fact that I am arbitrarily mixing "New
Race" (H. Drakensis) characteristics and technology with those of the
old style H. Sapiens Sapiens Draka.    Given the other things I've done
in this fic, I hardly think that's notable.

I was wondering about that.  I did not think that the biomods or subdermal armor mesh was
available yet.

Later,
JK