Hello again!  RPG Maniac here to deliver the final 
part of the series: The Awry Mission.  This is in no 
way the final episode of this fic that I've started. 
Enjoy this last bit of the first series while I start
on the next one!  And as always, constructive comments
are always appreciated.

Ranma 1/2 is the property of Rumiko Takahashi.  Wing
Commander is the property of Origin Systems.  Karla
Lance herself is my creation, so ask me if you
plan on using her in any of your stories [heh, like
that's gonna happen]


The Awry Mission: Part Final

  Okay, I admit things looked a lot worse now.  Ranma 
is out to find Ryoga, who somehow got lost, my power 
plant is shot, and the my home ship is surrounded.  
Maybe staying on the TCS Ikokku was a better idea.  In 
any case, we had to think of a way to get out of this 
mess.  I flew towards one of the Kilrathi light 
carriers, with Akane's ship flying right by mine.  
Soon we were joined by two more ships.  Both of them 
were Raptors, the Confederation's heavy fighters.  
Their majestic fuselages ended in a section with four 
wings, two on each side, forming an X.  On either side 
they were joined by a curved panel which connected 
them at the ends, each bristling with weapons.
  "Girl One!  Girl 2!" Akane shouted.  "What happened 
here?  How did they find us???"
  "We kinda stumbled on them..." Sayuri, AKA Girl One, 
sounding bewildered.
  "Soon as you two left, they were right on top of 
us!" Yuka, AKA Girl Two exclaimed.  "I swear they 
could've killed us all!"
 "Are you okay?" Sayuri asked after looking at my 
ship. 
  "Nothing I can't handle alone, Girl One" I answered 
her.  "Just minor damage..."
  "Minor nothing!  You've lost pieces of your outer 
armor!" Yuka exclaimed.
  'oy...' was the thought that came to mind...  I had 
very few options.  I could have done a force landing 
to get a better fighter, but chances were that all the 
fighers have been scrambled out of the launch bay.
Looks like I was going to have to fight the Kirathi in 
what I'm flying now.  
  "You should fly back to the Nerima for repairs at 
least..." Akane broke the silence of my thoughts.  
  "You can't fight in that..."
  "Don't worry about me, H-Girl..." I interrupted 
her.  "Let's just worry about driving the Kilrathi 
off!"
  "Listen, you Wild girl..." Akane shouted
angrily.  "Are you nuts??  Your ship is going to go to 
hell and you want to go with it???"
   "We don't have time for this!" Sayuri shouted.  
Suddenly, my lock light went on.  Looking at my radar, 
we noticed that two Krant fighters were on our six.  I 
then noticed Yuka's fighter break apart in the rear, 
and she was screaming.  I looked on in horror, but was
relieved as only her left wing came apart.
  "Girl Two!  Are you okay???" Sayuri screamed on the 
com.  Coughing and gagging could be heard in response.
  "I'm okay... " Yuka replied, coughing.  "Just blew 
out a couple of panels in my cockpit."
  Then I saw a bright flash of light ahead of me.  I
turned to look, and saw that the two Krant were now 
just a pair of fireballs, thanks to Girl One.
  I took a look at Yuka's fighter with my sensors, and 
gasped.  She had shields everywhere but her port 
side.  Her powerplant was damaged and she had lost all 
her missiles.  It looked like a sputtering old piece 
of junk.  
  I had enough at that point.  Why do these big cats 
want our fish sausage?  They did ask for it... ALL of
it.  But I wasn't about to let them eat all the fish 
sausage we had.  But it seemed as if that was going 
to happen.  
  I turned my figher so that I was facing the Fralthi 
on the port side of the Nerima.  Then I picked up 
speed, leaving Akane, Yuka, and Sayuri behind.
  "Wyld!  What do you think you're doing?!?" Akane 
screamed.  "Are you crazy???"
  "Look after Girl Two!" I ordered.  "I'll join the 
other fighters taking out the carrier!"
  "You're in no cond..." Akane was interrupted by my 
transmission.
  "Trust me!  I know what I'm doing!" I shouted.  
  I spun my ship and aimed for the rear of the 
Fralthi. I had to be fast...  their weapons would have 
chewed me to pieces if I wasn't.  Soon lasers were 
whizzing by me so close you could hear the vibrations 
against the hull as they passed.  
  I tried, but I couldn't get behind the damned ship.
There were too many fighters guarding the rear end.
Jeez...  talk about getting the "butt" end of the
job...  I then decided on a suicide maneuver...  it was
the only sure way to destroy the Fralthi.  Dodging 
the weapons fire I made my way to the bow of the ship.
  I took a glimpse at their weapons, and they all 
trained on me as I turned towards their fighter bay.  
They must've figured out what my plan was as they 
began firing at me.  I felt like I was nearly done 
for...   But then they stopped aiming at me and seemed 
to be looking around for something.  I saw my opening, 
and punched my thrusters to maximum, literally flying 
into their fighter bay.  As my ship streaked past the 
Kilrathi fighters still docked in the bay I let loose 
with my lasers, blasting everything in sight.  I then 
blasted my way out the exit, and got ready to go for 
another pass when the Fralthi exploded.
  I was confused and dazed as the huge fireball 
engulfed my screen.  There was no way my lasers 
could've taken out that thing on one pass..    I had 
planned on passing two or more times.  At first I 
looked at my laser settings; even at maximum they 
couldn't have done so much damage.  Then I saw them... 
two blips on my radar on either side of me.  Friendly 
blips.....
  "HIYYYAAA!!!" a shout on my com nearly deafened 
me.  "CatWoman number ONE!" Just then my vidscreen 
came up, and the pilot of one of the ships appeared on 
it, holding up her fingers in a sign of victory.
  "You little....." another voice came up on the 
com.  "You couldn't have done it without my help!"
  "Spatula Girl jealous of CatWoman's kill record?"  I 
could hear her laugh.  I interrupted them.
  "Thanks, you two..." I said.  "How did you know what 
I was doing?"
  "Easy, Wyld..." Spatula Girl answered me.  "H-Girl 
told us to cover you."
  That figured....  well, we still had the other 
Fralthi to deal with, and I was almost out of fuel from my last 
stunt.  I looked outside my cockpit to 
see what my two saviors were flying, and facefaulted.
  The ships they were flying were the worst in the 
Confed arsenal.  They looked like wedges, flattened
and curved, with engine nacelles sticking out of the
dorsal rear end of the thing, each with a small engine
attached.  It's mass driver cannons stuck out from
under it, but even with that firepower, it wasn't the
most graceful of spacecraft to fly.  Worse yet,
it was mostly shields and no armor...  a flying metal
coffin, I'd say...
  "Jeez..." Spatula Girl said.  "Why did we have to 
fly in these stupid Scimitars?"
  "You mean bathtubs" CatWoman answered.  "We fly 
bathtubs."
  "I guess you two were the last ones left on the 
flight deck..." I was laughing.  "Those Scimitars 
aren't the most popular ships in the Confederation.
  "SHUT UP!" they shouted.  It looked as if I hurt 
their pride...  
  "Nevermind." I told them.  "We have to worry about 
the other..... "
  Just then, the other Fralthi blew up, sending debris 
everywhere.  I shielded my eyes from the bright flash 
of the explosion, and when it cleared, Ranma's fighter 
could be seen approaching us.
  "RANMA!!" CatWoman screamed gleefully.  "Ranma take 
Shampoo on date when fight over?"
  "Quiet, CatWoman..." Spatula Girl said in a gruff 
voice.  Then it changed when she talked to FemBoy.  
  "Ranma, honey..." she said.  "Are you alright?"
  "I'm fine." I heard him answer.  "But P-chan crashed 
himself into an asteroid, and now we have to get his 
lifepod."
  "What?!?" I interjected.  "How could he..."
  "His sense of direction is lousy..." Ranma 
interrupted me to answer.  "If I hadn't found him he 
would be in Kilrathi space by now."
  "Red alert is over.  I repeat.  Red alert is..." I 
heard on my com.  It was the Nerima.  I looked around, 
and there were no Kilrathi fighters left.  I sighed in 
relief; now I can go to the ship's lounge and relax
for once...  
  "Wyld One..." Spatula Girl whispered to me.  "The 
techs are going to be pissed when they see your 
fighter.  You know how some of them hate overtime..."
  "I know... I know... "I wailed silently.  I turned 
my ship, and autopiloted my way into the launch bay.  
I growled as I looked at my instruments.  
  'The techs are going to kill me.. as if I didn't
have enough problems living on the Nerima already...'
I thought as I sighed...  there was no way I was 
getting out of this fix....  
  Somewhere I could feel Akane sticking her tongue
out at me.... 

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