Subject: [FFML] Re: [C&C] Omega Project 1B
From: Jed M Bidwell
Date: 12/13/1999, 11:35 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com


        "Shit!" one of the techs shouted.
        "Do something, you morons!" shouted the man standing 

	Ah, yet another member of the school of thought which proclaims
that, when someone is doing something wrong, and you yell at them, they will
respond by doing it right....

        Surprisingly popular, that one...


        "Manual Override activated," he said with no small 
amount of relief in his voice.

	... and no small amount of *ahem* in his pants.

        ^_^


        Directly before him rested an antique American desk, 
its dark polish gleaming  faintly in the soft light of the 
office. Behind it sat a man who looked to be in his mid  
twenties, neatly groomed black hair resting over violet eyes 
that held an intimidating,  almost disturbing, intensity. His 
pressed white suit was as immaculate as the office, with a  
single black rose in the lapel.

	A white suit?  Ew... white is -so- out this season!

        You wanna tell HIM that? ^_^

        "S-sir," Kazuya began,  "at 2200 hours, an intruder 
was detected in block seven of  the Research and Development 
Wing. Though the intruder was using thermoptic camouflage,  
motion detectors were able to pick him up."

	Question: is this intended to be a crossover/fusion with Ghost in
the Shell?

        No.

	Question2: Can someone explain to me just -where- the term
'thermoptic' came from?

        I think Ghost in the Shell.

        "In other words you got lucky," Wataru said.

	<snarf!>

        ^_^


	I'd revise this sentence.  While I was able to understand it, it was
a bit off-putting.

        Will do.


from slapping against the hard and uneven pavement, her 
present  unclothed state making the sidewalks inaccessible to 
her. Why couldn't she have woken up in  some clothes?

	Because it would make things WAAAAY too easy. :)

        True. ^_^
 

        "Well, what do we have here?" a mocking voice said 
from the shadows. From the  darkness stepped three men, their 
pale skin stretched over thin, almost emaciated bodies.  The 
first was a little taller than her, spiked hair sticking out 
in all directions and in  several colors. Second was no 
larger than the first, his head covered in obscene tattoos.  
The last actually looked a little healthier than the other 
two, though not by much. Their  ragged clothes hung off their 
bony frames, an unpleasant odor wafting off of them.

	Ah.  THOSE types. :)

        Yep. 


        "Got a name, beaver treat?" the third asked. The girl 

	<blink>  Okay.  He deserves whatever she can dish out.  Idiot...

        He richly deserves it...


        "Looks like the silent type," the second chortled, 
"but I bet she can scream with  the..."

	... best of you?

        HAH! ^_^


        //How did I do that?"\\ she asked herself. During the 

	Well, you punched one, kicked the other, and hammered the third.
Any more questions?

        Nope, that pretty much covers it.

        Walking over to one of the unconscious men, she 
reached down to pull of his dingy  shirt. It smelled awful, 
like vomit and alcohol, but it was all that was available.

	*gulp*  Eeewww....

        Pesonal Hygene was not very high on their priority list. ^_^
 

        The girl still had no idea where she was. The city, 
whatever it was called, was  built almost like a maze. At 
least she was far away from where she had started, and that  
huge robot that had called her a pig. Something about it had 
seemed disturbingly familiar,  though she couldn't place it 
for the life of her.

	Uh, yeah.  *scratches head*  Was it calling her a pig, or calling
itself a pig?

        It was calling her a pig.

	If it is who I think it is, then 'Juggernaut' is rather
appropriate... *snicker*

        Well... you'll see.


        She searched the pockets of the black denim jeans she 
wore, finding nothing but  holes. No money at all. How would 
she get food? Yet another question she didn't have an  answer 
for. Tired and irritable, sleeping on the streets really 
didn't do much for one's  disposition, she left the alley in 
search of some sort of food.

	The middle part of the sentence needs to be separated differently,
OR the last sentence needs to be rewritten.  Two possibilities:

        I'll fix that.

        Keiichi took the money from the man, placing it in 
his apron. "Good. Now get her out  of here, Irish."

	Irish?

	<blink blink>

	-Irish-?

	*snicker*

        What's so funny?

        "No problem," Irish said, motioning for her to walk 
with him. She did, eating the  apple with gusto.
        "Hey, slow down there," he said, "you wanna choke?" 
She continued scarfing the fruit  until only the core was 
left, which she threw into the nearest trash bin.

	Hmm.... I dunno.  If she was -that- hungry, wouldn't she eat that
too?  It -is- edible (and pretty tasty, IMO - just spit out the seeds).

        Maybe.

        "Thanks, Irish," she said, almost as an afterthought.
        "Irish is just what he calls me," he said, "name's 
Sean." She remained silent,  wondering just what to say. How 
could she admit to a total stranger that she didn't even  
know her own name?
        "Why?" she asked.
        "Probably 'cause I'm from Ireland," Sean replied with a laugh.

	*slap* Duh.

        ^_^

        "That makes sense," she said uncertainly. Was Ireland 
close by?
        "You okay?" he asked, concern in his eyes and voice.
        "Yeah," she said, though it was a lie. "Why'd you 
help me back there?"
        "Well, I..."


	"... really like your body, and I figured -"
	WHAM!  CRUNCH!  BAM!  SQUELCH...
	"... ow... medic..."

        You pervert... ^_^


        "Why?" Sean asked as she tensed beside him. If Kuno 
Industries was after her, then  he definitely wanted to get 
involved. The others would want to hear about this too.

	Others?  Interesting...

        Verrrryyyyy Eeeenteresting....


        "Around," she said vaguely. "We're even now."
        "Huh?" he asked, soon realizing what she was talking 
about. "Oh. Well, I can do  better than that, girl."

	Oh, really.  Uh huh.  Whatever you say... :)

        Uh, I didn't mean it like that. Just that he could do better than
just score her an apple.


        "Shampoo...?" she asked, uncertain of what she was feeling.
        "This... this can't be..." Shampoo said in a weak 
voice, "Ran...ma? Ranma, is  that... you?"

	Oh.  Shit.

	Oh, this can't be good.

        It only gets better. Or worse, depending on how you look at it. ^_^
 



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