Hi there! I've decided to write something other than
a Pokemon cooking Recipe. This is the first time I've
written a fic like this(or any fanfic), so any
criticism is greatly appreciated. No, I don't mean
flames.
Ranma 1/2 is the property of Rumiko Takahashi. Wing
Commander is the property of Origin Systems.
The Awry Mission: Part 1
I walked to the hangar deck, hoping to catch a
glimpse of the fighter I would be flying on our
upcoming mission. The hangar deck stank of oil and
grease, engines humming as they were being tested,
cranes lifting parts overhead, and pilots fixing their
craft. I was greeted by Lt. Akane Tendo. She was a
small but well built girl, her short hair showing a
hint of dark blue in it.
The day before, when I arrived here from the
training camp, I got a very warm welcome. This was the TCS Nerima, one of the oldest ships in the fleet. I sighed as I thought about how many months I was going to spend on this tin can of a ship. My new
squad commander, Commander Kuno, greeted me really
well... in fact, he GLOMPED me. I hated hitting a
commanding officer, but this was bordering on sexual
harrassment. I didn't care for his poetry spouting
ways either. Annoying or not, I was gonna have to
take orders from him...
Akane's voice broke me from my thoughts.
"Karla" she said as we approached one of the craft.
It was a beautiful craft, albeit small. It kinda
looked like one of those ancient "Black Jets", but it
was painted green and was much wider. From under its
wings stuck out two long laser cannons. I knew what
I was being assigned.
"So, is this the fighter we'll be using?" I asked
her, pointing to the fighter.
"Yes..."Akane answered me. "We'll be flying
routine patrol. Didn't you listen at the briefing?"
I began to think back to the last half hour...
Colonel Cologne had outlined the mission parameters
on the NavMap to an audience of eager pilots. The
briefing room was dark, the NavMap on a holographic
3D projector, showing in hues of green and red.
"Lt. Akane Tendo,..." she addressed her in such a manner befitting of a leader. "You and the new pilot
will be patrolling Alpha 2212."
Colonel Cologne then turned to me.
"Lt. Karla Lance, you'll be the wingleader..." I was
surprised when she said that. I never thought I was
good enough to be a wingleader. I guess Colonel
Cologne had different ideas....
"Take care of her, Akane..." she said. "Show her
the ropes."
"Yes, Ma'am!" Akane answered as she saluted the
Colonel.
"Karla?" Akane's voice again broke me from my
flashback trance. "Are you okay?"
"um... yeah..." I said. "I was just thinking of our
misson."
I took my helmet and put it on, the thing sealing
itself to my flightsuit. I watched as Akane put hers
on too. I then looked at the fighter I was supposed
to fly.
It was a Hellfire. One of the light fighters of the
Confederation. I knew it's stats too. 20 centimeters
of shielding on all sides, equivelant to 50 centimeters
of durasteel. It's laser cannons didn't use much
power, leaving a lot for propulsion, but they were weak
in comparison to the other weapons available. I smiled
as I looked in awe at the light fighter. True, she
couldn't take much, but she was fast. Again, Akane
broke my daydream.
"We have to go already!" she said with a rushed,
gruff tone.
"Okay, okay..." I answered as I climbed into the
Hellfire. I hurried lest I rouse anger from anyone
here...
I sat in my cockpit, waiting for the autopilot to
do the takeoff for me. I would've loved to do it
myself, but it was against regulation. I sat, my
hands at the controls as the fighter lifted off from
the deck. As I looked back I could see the TCS
Nerima's lights, and Akane lifting off from the
flight deck. The receiver crackled as it adjusted
itself to her transmission.
"Wyld One, this is Hurricane Girl..."her voice came
over the com clearly.
"Acknowledged..." I said. "I think we'll be at the
first NavPoint in under fifteen minutes."
"Nervous?" she asked, a tinge of concern in her
voice.
"Not really..." I answered. "I hope this mission is
easy, though..."
"Piece of cake!" Akane said reassuringly. "It's just
a routine patrol mission. Nothing to worry..."
Just then our radar went off. I could make out two
objects on my screen. At first I thought they were
asteroids. Then I heard Akane's voice come over the
com, sounding really angry and frustrated...
"RAAANMAAA!!!" she shouted. I then started to get
worried.... the two blips on my screen were...
friendlies... Two Hellfires to be exact...
"HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID, FEMBOY???"Akane shouted
over the com. "YOU EVEN GOT P-CHAN LOST WITH YOU!!!"
"ME???" I heard a male voice over the com, shouting
also. "IT WAS P-CHAN WHO GOT US LOST!"
"RANMA, YOU'RE TOO INCOMPETENT TO FOLLOW A NAVMAP!" I
heard a second male voice. I assumed that the first
was Femboy, a.k.a. Lt. Ranma Saotome, and P-chan,
a.k.a. Ryouga Hibiki, two pilots who I've heard about.
I've heard lots of stories, like how they fight a lot.
And how the Kilrathi get scared when they are on
patrol together. Reckless, legendary pilots, I hear
them being called.
"P-CHAN SAYS WE DON'T NEED THE NAVCOMP! HE HAS NO
SENSE OF DIRECTION AND I'M SUPPOSED TO TAKE ORDERS FROM
HIM???" FemBoy's voice blared over the com.
"OH, YEAH???" P-chan's voice followed. "WELL, YOU'RE
THE ONE WHO GOT BUSTED FOR BEING IN THE WOMEN'S
BATHROOM!"
"WHAT?!?" Akane's voice came next. I listened as the
three argued over the com, and I was worried that we
weren't getting our job done. Then, a shadow appeared
on my cockpit... I looked up, and suddenly a Kilrathi
battle cruiser decloaked right over us. The three
others didn't seem to notice, and I watched as the
ship got closer and closer to us. Finally, I felt I
had to do something.
"We don't have time for this chatter!!!" I shouted
over the com, hoping to get their attention. "We
got an enemy cruiser right over us!"
I could hear the gulps over the com. They knew
what kind of fix were in... There was nothing but
silence as we appraised the situation on our hands...
Ryoga broke the silence first.
"We could run..." his voice, filled with fear,
quietly whispered on the com.
It was too late to run. The cruiser was almost on
top of us. We had to stand and fight, but all we
had were laser cannons and one heat seeking missile
each. And we were in deep trouble as we could count
over ten Salthi, the Kilrathi's light fighter. It was
shaped like an inverted U, it's wings tipped with two
DumbFire missiles each and twin laser cannons under
the fuselage. We were outnumbered, outgunned, and
outclassed... it would take a miracle to get us out
of this one...
[To be continued...]
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