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Since the Beginning of Time, infinite battles have been fought. Some
were petty, other ones, heroic. But only a few could be compared to the one
held between a misguided godling and a young martial artist, in times when
magic had been almost forgotten, and true warriors were rare.
The godling was ancient, for he was immortal, and thus had lived for
millennia upon millennia. In the course of the years, he had been given many
names: some called him the Master of Fire, for his true form was that of an
eternal flame; to others he was the Traveler of the Air, for with his strong
wings he could reach the highest clouds; and he was also named the Phoenix
King, for he was the ruler of the bird-people; but he called himself simply
Saffron. He was powerful, and wise in the ways of fighting. But he let his
pride and anger control his actions, and because of this he grew irritable,
and started hating humans. Some believed him foolish, many thought he was
evil.
The martial artist, on the contrary, was still young, and had not
achieved so many titles yet. His only name was Ranma, his only surname,
Saotome. Like Saffron, he was proud--and arrogant, too. But unlike the
godling, he had a good heart, and thus knew how to love and forgive. He had
enemies, it is true, but he had more friends than enemies. From the day he
started crawling, he was taught the Art. And as the years passed by, he
became strong, agile, skilful in the martial arts: the perfect warrior, an
artist of war. The Art was his whole life, his reason to exist. He was the
heir of the Musabetsu Kakuto school of martial arts, and that was his place
in the world.
A certain day, he met Akane, the daughter of one master of Musabetsu
Kakuto, and got engaged--through an arrangement of their parents. And
despite all their differences, and their constant bickering, and all the
people who wanted to see them separated, and all the people who wanted to
see them together, and the problems, and his reluctance to admit it, he fell
in love with her. Then, everything changed.
For, even when the Art was still a big part of who he was, and who he
wanted to be, it didn't seem so important when compared to Akane: taking
care of her became his reason to exist, for _she_ was his whole life now.
His place in the world was right next to her, and he would have died for
her. Or killed.
In many opportunities Akane was kidnapped, or endangered somehow, and
every single time Ranma fought harder than ever before, and rescued her.
Thus everybody came to believe he would always win, for, after all, doesn't
the hero always save the damsel in distress?
No, he doesn't.
So, when Saffron came and told Ranma his fianc�e would die if he didn't
defeat him, everyone couldn't help but think: 'There is nothing to worry
about. Ranma will win once again, and Akane will be safe,' and they were
both wrong and right.
Seconds became minutes, and minutes hours, but however hard Ranma tried,
he couldn't overcome his opponent. Yet Ranma knew time was crucial, and it
was quickly running out. He would have to go all out, even if there was the
danger to kill his enemy.
To kill in cold blood... Skilled in the martial arts as he was, never
before had he been forced to kill. There had always been another option, a
way out. Not this time. Could he really do it? And so deeply he loved Akane
that there was only one answer: yes.
Thus he called for his innermost power, one he had forbidden himself to
use. One that promised hunger and thirst--and many nightmares. An energy the
like of which had never before been seen by human eyes ran through his
veins, filling his heart, his lungs, his whole being. In that moment, he was
a god. He was able to jump over tall hills with a single mighty leap; he
could easily obliterate entire mountains, overthrow governments. He could do
anything he wished, no one could stop him--and that scared him. Seeing
Saffron moving towards him, he waited no more, and with a blast of raw
energy, so pure and white as snow and bright as a young star, the godling
met death for the first time in centuries.
Ranma hurried to his love's side and held her gently in his arms,
calling her. But it was too late. No matter how loud he shouted her name,
she wouldn't wake up. So he cried for hours, and when he had no more tears
to pour, he simply died. In mind and spirit, he died. And he was sure his
body would follow soon. Everything had been taken from him: he had no goal,
no hopes, no future. Surrendering to his grief, he lay down on the grass to
wait for the End.
But Destiny, that mysterious master, had other plans for him, and would
not let his life go to waste. So the martial artist fell asleep, and
dreamed. He dreamed about the Past, and the Future; about things that had
already been, and things that might be; and about a War, and his place in
it. When he woke up, he was still sad, but he was also alive. He had found a
reason to live.
---
DISCLAIMER: Ranma 1/2 belongs to the brilliant Takahashi Rumiko. Robotech is
owned by Harmony Gold USA, Inc. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Silent Battles, Deaf Victories
A Ranma 1/2 / Robotech crossover
by Latin_D (latin_d@uol.com.ar)
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Chapter 1: Crossroads
Ranma walked slowly through the streets of Macross, enjoying the
comforting warmth the shining sun was giving him. His eyes were closed, his
senses outstretched to their limits so he could feel every single thing
happening around him, no matter how trivial it seemed to be: the gentlest
breeze, the tiniest leaf shaking in the trees, the almost non-existent sound
he made while walking, the hardness of the lamp post against his
cheekbone...
Ranma picked himself up from the floor staring all the time at the now
demolished obstacle. He couldn't believe he had been so engrossed in the
beauty of the day as to drop his defenses. How could he be such an idiot?
Constant awareness was the only reason he had survived the harsh years that
followed his departure from Nerima. And as always he thought of his former
home, memories of better times flooded his mind.
---
The forest seemed endless. The air was so hot and oppressive that they
were having trouble breathing. They had already been walking for hours, and
all they could see in every direction were trees. Well, that's not entirely
true. There were trees, bushes, weeds, climbers and more trees. And insects,
lots of them. Clouds of tireless mosquitoes surrounded and followed them, no
matter what they tried to do to repel the irritating bugs. It was
unbearable. He had no idea how Hell was, but he was pretty sure those winged
torturers lived there. Only that idiot Oyaji could call that a training
ground. They couldn't even find a clearing to set camping! Where were they
supposed to train? If his idiotic father had just been there, he would have
made him know how pleased he was with his choice. But, of course, the old
man has stayed in the shore, fresh and comfortable. 'Taking care of the
boat,' he had said. The nerve of that guy. Like if there was anyone in that
island forgotten by the gods.
But he was not alone. Akane had come with him. Always by his side, in
every battle, in the saddest moments. Of course, he didn't appreciate it
then, not at all. He called her a nuisance, he told her to live him alone.
Yet, she stayed and took care of him. How could he be so blind?
---
How peaceful it was here! That was what he loved about this city. Since
he was a little innocent kid, his life had been all rush and excitement:
training all the time, always fighting for his life and, of course, the
occasional curse, potion or spice...
Well, he was tired now. Tired of all the craziness. He just
wanted--needed--calm. Some quite place for resting and thinking. For
deciding what to do with his life. Maybe after he got rid of those flowers
he could stay in Macross. And he could open a dojo of his own. Yes! And then
he could find Ryoga and together they would finish with those damned amazons
once and for all. And...
He stopped himself with determination. This was not the time nor the
place to daydream. He had to be patient. First he was going to do what he
had gone to that island for. Then he would make plans.
---
Dead tired. That was how they were feeling after three days of constant
work-out. The sun was beginning to show its bright face in the East, but
Oyaji was still asleep in his tent, exhausted even when he had only sparred
for a few hours. He was definitely getting old. Resting next to the
campfire, Akane and him were talking about nothing, chit-chatting, both
comfortable with each other's presence. It was incredible how well they
fared when there were no fianc�es or enemies to keep them apart. Yes,
incredible. After some time, they stopped talking and just lay down over the
grass side by side, gazing at the sun. They even held hands for a while.
Seeing her there, so perfect and beautiful under the sunlight, so relaxed
and full with peace, made Ranma realize the moment had arrived. It was
finally the right and perfect time to confess his feelings for her. Well...
It might be. At least, he thought so.
He was about to start with the always difficult task of talking to Akane
without putting his foot in his mouth, when she suddenly called him out.
"Ranma, look! In the sky, it's a falling star!"
And indeed, as soon as he looked up, he caught sight of a glowing point
flying swiftly though the sky. It was leaving behind a shining path of fire
that seemed to start in the sun, as if a piece of the star had decided to
meet the Earth at last. Ranma stared mesmerized for some minutes, his former
intentions forgotten for the time being. He used to look at the stars for
hours when he was living in the road with his father, but he had never seen
anything like that.
That's something he would have loved to do: travel through the space,
see the galaxy--like an astronaut. Ha! Could you imagine that? Ranma
Saotome: the astronaut. Ryoga would laugh for a whole hour if I told this to
him, thought Ranma, shaking his head. Soon, the falling star was out of
sight, hidden behind the horizon.
"You should ask for a wish, Ranma. They say it always comes true," said
Akane with that caring, warm voice he would always remember as hers in
later years.
"Eh... Okay." He already knew what his wish was going to be: he wanted
to be the best martial artist in the world. That would be great. No, wait!
He also needed a cure for his curse. What was the use of being the best if
you are only a half-man? Besides, I _already_ am the best, Ranma thought, a
cocky grin in his lips. However... Well, he wished Akane and him could be
together. He had finally come to an agreement with his own feelings. He was
enlo--he had feelings for the tomboy, there was no denying it. All other
engagements be damned, he would face the consequences. Now, if he could tell
that to her...
He was taken out of his reverie when the island started shaking.
---
Ranma stopped rummaging through his brown leather backpack and resumed
walking. He looked at the photograph he was now holding in his hand. It
showed a young man in his thirties, dressed in an immaculate sailor suit. He
was wearing extremely polished knee-high boots, and had so many medals in
his shirt it seemed impossible to find place to hang a new one. He also had
dark hair, and the beginnings of a moustache were evident. The man was
smiling and waving to the camera, while in the background a gray warship
appeared about to leave, a frantic activity evident in the port. Looking
closely, Ranma discovered a Russian flag painted in the ship's hull.
Mom said Uncle G'd be waiting for me. I hope he remembers me, thought
Ranma while putting the photo in his pocket. After all, he himself barely
remembered the man. He hadn't seen Uncle G since he was a little boy, before
going in the infamous ten-year-long training trip. How was he going to
recognize him? All he had was an old photo, and it was twenty years old!
Bah! It didn't matter. Luck had been on his side for the first time in
long, never-ending years. An uncle working in the monstrosity, it was almost
too much to believe. He just hoped he had an important position--he really
needed to get inside that ship.
He was slowly but steadily approaching the airshow. Many people walked
in his same direction, all laughing and chatting. It wasn't strange, a
beautiful day and a free show use to put you in a good mood.
He could see the spaceship in more detail now. It was amazing! One thing
struck him the most in that, the second time he saw it: its sheer size. Man,
it's huge! Ranma couldn't help but think at the impressive sight. He was
sure the entire city of Macross could fit inside. And it wasn't just big, it
also looked powerful. It seemed this single ship could take on an entire
army without even trying. He didn't remember it being so imposing. Of
course, it was a broken and burnt wreck the last time...
---
Nothing knew Ranma then about the Super Dimensional Fortress One, or
about the importance its arrival would have for the human race. In that ever
so short moment when the alien ship--after three rather catastrophic
complete orbits around the globe--decided to make its presence known, all he
could think of was to get Akane as far away from it as possible... and fast.
The overheated spaceship�s hull met the ocean, vaporizing millions of
gallons of water in less than a second. A white cloud emerged as if by
magic, hiding the ship for a while, but Ranma had seen more than enough.
Whatever that thing was, it was very big--and coming _really_ fast. He
scooped Akane up in his arms and ran for the cost, a fully awakened Genma in
his toes.
Despite running at full speed, they weren�t even half-way there when the
SDF-1 finally crashed against the island. Metal met earth and rock, and
screaming its pain, crumpled and changed. The collision was deafening. So
much so, that Ranma was stunned by it, and thus didn�t react at first when a
tree was sent flying through the air in his direction. Luckily, as always he
was in danger, his experience in the martial arts allowed him to
automatically react but a second later. Quickly gathering his wits, he
jumped high in the air, barely avoiding the impending trunk. Landing safely
in the ground, he hurried with his father behind a large gray boulder.
Meanwhile, the spaceship was visibly slowing down, its unbelievable
weight and the friction against the rocky ground eroding its initial speed.
After what seemed like eternity to the unfortunate campers, the rain of
debris and chunks of wood stopped and the ground became still again,
signaling the end of the ship�s journey through Macross. An eerie peace
followed, almost unreal when compared to the recent havoc. Slowly, almost
fearful of what they were about to see, Akane and Ranma stood up and gazed
at the alien spacecraft.
Their were the first eyes to fall upon the SDF-1, and even when they
didn�t understand it then, a new era had begun.
---
Up in the air, over his head, six planes flew in tight formation. Ranma,
led by the stares of the awed public, caught sight of them, and couldn�t but
be impressed at these beautiful fighters. Even when he wasn�t very
interested in war machines such as those, Ranma had seen quite a lot of
different combat planes during his life--as every other person who lived in
the Global Civil War times. None looked like these: precise, swift, sleek,
deathly. A shiny canopy and lots of ammo completed the picture.
He thought he remembered hearing about them somewhere. �Veritech
fighters� they were called, if his memory worked. One of the new United
Earth Government�s most secret projects. Well, at least as secret as every
other thing even remotely related to the so-called Robotechnology is
nowadays. What�s all the fuss about? he asked himself. They aren�t more than
a new model of plane, right?
For a moment, he wondered how it would feel like to pilot a plane like
those ones, but after a moment of consideration he dropped the idea,
berating himself for even thinking about it. Who needs a plane when your own
_body_ takes to the air like a duck to water? thought Ranma, following the
fighters while they cut the air at speeds believed impossible just a decade
ago. After all, can the pilots feel the wind over their skin while they fly?
Can they breathe this gentle sea breeze inside their locked pressurized
cockpits? No, they can�t. They are in a prison of metal and circuits,
completely dependant on machines to stay alive. I probably know more freedom
while I roof-hop than they in their whole life.
Around him, people gasped in amazement as the white VTs executed a dive,
only to level up at the last possible moment. Yet, no matter what these
Veritech fighters could do, to Ranma there was only one star in this show:
the SDF-1. In his eyes, nothing could even start to be compared with the
titanic spaceship that had irrupted in his life so long ago.
---
Astonishingly, the ship itself, though burnt and obviously damaged,
seemed to be in one piece. It barely fit in the tiny island, and was quickly
cooling in the fresh morning air. The nearby forest, however, had not been
so lucky. It had been devastated during the unexpected landing: a large
crater surrounded the wreck where the land had crumbled, and outside its
area, most of the trees were uprooted or leafless and dead.
Ranma was no engineer, but he doubted something made by mankind could
stand such a crash. It had to be some secret government project, maybe a new
weapon constructed by the Neasians. Or it could be some kind of UFO, came
from another pl--He really had to stop watching those damned American
movies, they brought strange ideas to his head.
Whatever it was, something about it made his hair stand on end. He
couldn�t be sure, being so far from the smoldering ship, but he thought he
could see movement in its hull. Perhaps he ought to take a look at that
thing. Yeah, that�s exactly what I should do, he decided.
"Akane, wait here," said Ranma, and started walking towards the wreck.
�Started� is about right, because before he could make one step in its
direction, Akane�s hand caught him by his shirt, halting him.
"Where do you think you are going?!" she thundered, anger and concern
evident in her voice. "It could be dangerous."
"Hey! I�m gonna check that thing up. What if there�s some survivor or
something? We can�t just leave him there," he reasoned. Lately, he had been
trying not to snap at Akane and instead try to explain things to her. Even
when most of the time his temper still got the better of him, there where
occasions when it actually worked. His body was definitely _not_ missing the
extra beatings.
"Maybe you are right," she conceded grudgingly, "but I�ll go with you,"
she finished in a tone that left no room for discussion. Ranma didn�t want
to argue with her, not that day, so he wisely kept his mouth shut. After
asking Genma--who was still cowering behind the boulder, shaking like a leaf
in the middle of a hurricane--to prepare the boat so they could quickly
leave if something went wrong, they headed to the ship.
---
Lost in a sea of people, Ranma tried to find his way to the ship. He had
no idea how he had got there. One minute he was following some people that
seemed to go in his same direction, and the next thing he knew, he was in
the middle of a crowd of thousands. Funny, that he got lost heading to a
spaceship that was at full sight. Maybe this was how Ryoga felt.
Not far from where he was standing, a platform had been erected. In that
moment, the public address system announced the start of the demonstration.
Some guy dressed in a military dress uniform appeared on the stage, and the
throng greeted him fervently. Tall and proud, with finely chiseled features
and a thick mop of blond hair, he fell into a relaxed posture, hands locked
behind his back. Certainly good looking. Handsome even, if you like the
pilot jock type.
Heh, I�m much more handsome! praised himself Ranma. Besides, It�s not
like I need an uniform to attract girls... Yeah, I can use either martial
arts or Pop�s arrangements for that.
Chuckling, he tried to decide what to do next. Maybe he could jump over
the crowd... No. That would put him in the spotlight, and that�s something
he definitely didn�t need right now.
Oh, well. I guess I�ll have to do it the hard way, he thought
resignedly. Slowly making his way through the people, he heard the roar of
the planes� engines as they executed a pass over the stage. No time to see
the show. He had people to see, business to attend.
There only was one thing he didn�t understand: what were they all
laughing about?
---
Ranma and Akane stood by the wreckage, dwarfed by its colossal size. The
looming structure lay motionless before them, but Ranma couldn�t notice
anything strange or unusual about it. Well, except the facts that it had
come from nowhere and that it was unbelievably large. Perhaps he was letting
his imagination run away with him. Perhaps.
"What do we do now?" asked Akane, neck arched back and trying to gauge
the ruin�s height.
"What else? We get into this... whatever, and see if there�s anyone."
Actually, _I_ get inside it and you stay waiting safely outside, added Ranma
mentally.
"I know that, you jackass!" snapped the youngest Tendo. "What I meant is
_how_ we are going to get in."
Good point. "Well, I suppose I could break a hole big enough for us."
Walking towards the ship�s battered hull, he gave the metallic surface a
tentative blow. When he pulled his fist back, there wasn�t even the
slightest mark on it.
"What the..." Increasing his punches� strength, he proceeded to give the
spaceship the pounding of its existence. However, even after several tries,
the metal was hardly dented and didn�t seem about to give in.
"This is tough stuff," recognized Ranma while gently rubbing his sore
hand. "Maybe with a ki-blast..." he trailed off, realizing for the first
time that Akane was nowhere to be seen. Panicking, he started frantically
searching for any sign of her, when he suddenly heard a voice calling him
from the distance.
"Ranma! Over here!" Akane was no more than a mile away, standing next to
some sort of circular protuberance and waving for him to come. "I think I
found a hatch!"
Behind her, the hatch snapped open.
---
This must be the place, ventured to himself the pig-tailed martial
artist as he gazed at the small wooden sentry box behind the tall wire
fence. About a dozen soldiers stood next to it, all of them with very
menacing rifles at the ready. He couldn�t see their features clearly, as
they were effectively hidden by the shadow projected by the SDF-1, which lay
no more than a few dozens miles ahead, blocking the sun. But as he reached
the control post, one of them approached him and, without opening the gate,
asked him what was he doing here.
So, this is a restricted area? wondered Ranma. But Uncle G�s letter says
I have to go through here... Okay, time to see if I know the right people.
"Wait a sec�," he said, cutting the soldier in mid-speech. "I have an
invitation for today�s ceremonies." He handed the invitation his uncle had
sent him with the letter and couldn�t help but smirk when the man�s eyes
widened in surprise.
Well, well, well. It seems he has an important position after all. Much
better, thought Ranma as he waited for the sentries to get confirmation.
The day was just getting better and better.
---
As in slow motion, Ranma could see the hatch open in two, both halves
sliding apart with almost no sound. He could see as five segmented metallic
tentacles shot out from the dark hole. He could see how one of them snaked
towards an unsuspecting Akane, who hadn�t still noticed them. He tried to
tell her to move out of the way, but it was all happening too quickly. All
he could do is run, and hope against hope that he would reach her in time.
But when he finally arrived, one of those nightmarish tentacles had already
Akane in an iron grip, and was waving her through the air. Akane screamed
and struggled against it, but to no avail.
He never knew how, but Ranma managed to stay relatively calm while this
was happening. Thinking quickly, he shot a Moko Takabisha to the tentacle
that held Akane. It broke in half and went limp, immediately releasing its
prey. Using another of the tentacles as a springboard, he caught Akane as
she was falling down and, without even looking back, ran for the woods.
When they reached the beach, Akane was still a bit shaken, but she
seemed to be calming down rather quickly. He guessed living in Nerima had
somehow hardened her, or something. He started to put their stuff in the
boat when Akane suddenly gave a yelp. He whirled around, half-expecting to
see more of those damned tentacles attacking them.
"Oh, no! I forgot my backpack in the tent!" she hurriedly said. "I have
to go back to get it! My diary is in it!"
"Wait!" Ranma practically screamed. "It could be dangerous! Wait!" But
she was already disappearing in the trees. He considered going after her,
but he knew it would be impossible to follow her through the dense
vegetation.
He would have to be patient and wait... and pray she would be fine.
Casting a last worried glance in the SDF-1�s direction, he turned around and
slowly walked to the boat.
---
What�s taking them so long? he silently asked himself. I don�t have much
time! Ten minutes had passed and the soldier was still on the phone.
He had heard a news bulletin saying that the SDF-1 was parting in its
maiden flight at three o�clock in the afternoon. That left... only two hours
and a half to get inside and do his business.
Be patient, calm down, he ordered himself.
Not having nothing else to do, he started lazily looking around. To his
left, to his right, up, and down his gaze traveled. He studied the soldiers.
They were all wearing green and brown fatigues and brown boots. Looking
carefully, Ranma distinguished the letters �RDF� neatly embroidered in the
fabric. They seemed very relaxed, calmly chatting among themselves, some
smiling or even laughing.
Well, it�s a happy day for them, I suppose, Ranma reasoned. He knew--as
virtually every other person over the world--that the SDF-1 was going to be
launched and thus would leave Macross today, and the rest of the military
personnel would surely follow. They probably have several off-duty days
ahead.
He studied their weapons. Matt black, nasty-looking, _really_ big
rifles. They were gleaming and looked brand new. Everything was shiny and at
its prime that day. Or so it looked like.
Sad. They really don�t understand. No mater how many times they polish
their rifles, they will still be ugly. They won�t ever obtain grace through
simple shine. There�s no honor in bullets, just as there�s no honor in war,
Ranma stated in his mind.
What was that?! he wondered after a short pause. I think Kuno is rubbing
off on me. Next thing I know, I�ll be reciting bad poetry and kissing my
female side in the mirror.
Next, he studied the SDF-1. So full of secrets, so mysterious. Who had
sent it? With what purpose? Would anyone ever come back to reclaim it? So
many questions... and the answers were inside the ship itself, he was
certain.
Then, he studied himself. He was wearing his old short-sleeved red
silken shirt and the usual black pants. He didn�t remembered the last time
he had worn a different clothes. Sure, sometimes, when the weather was cold,
he changed this shirt for the long-sleeved one, but that didn�t count. Maybe
he ought to change his style... Nah. Probably no one would recognize him if
he did so.
Finally, he slowly looked upwards, and there, a tiny orb in the
firmament, was the moon. Quiet, desert, peaceful moon. Ancient, eternal
moon. So beautiful... And yet, as he stared at it, something nagged him.
There was something odd about it, something wrong... Argh! He just couldn't
put his finger on it.
It must be my imagination, he calmed himself and forcefully averted his
gaze. He never looked back at the moon during that day.
---
Five minutes, ten minutes, thirty minutes passed and Akane hadn�t come
back yet.
"Oyaji!" Ranma called. "I can�t wait any more! I�m gonna go look for
her!"
Magic words, those were. Because as they left his mouth, a puffing Akane
stepped into the beach. Kneeling in the yellow sand, she panted for breath.
She was carrying a large leather backpack.
"Where were you?! What took you so long?!" he snapped as he ran to her
side and helped her to her feet.
"Oh, Ranma. You won�t believe this. I found the most strange--" She
never finished this sentence.
"There�s no time to talk. We�ve got to get going. I don�t wanna spend
in this island a minute more than necessary."
Akane nodded, and they quickly gathered the few things Genma had managed
to rescue from the camping.
As their boat left the island, a group of choppers appeared in the
horizon.
---
It�s about time! couldn�t help but think Ranma as the sentry opened the
fence�s gate. He stepped past it, not paying attention at the soldiers, and
started walking towards the spaceship at a fast pace. A few more miles. Just
a few more miles and he could start.
It was in that moment that, suddenly, as so many years ago, the island
of Macross started shaking. Startled, Ranma noticed movement in the
starship�s bow. There, between the twin booms that formed the front of the
ship, a show of light and sound started. Red-orange energy circled around
and between the booms, connecting them in a bridge of flame. Whirling,
spinning, dancing, it almost seemed alive in Ranma�s eyes. A high-pitched
sound came out from the booms as the energy began concentrating in their
tips. Finally, the SDF-1�s main gun shot, and a tower of starflame erupted
from its bow and howled off into the distance, throwing Ranma off his feet
and into the ground.
Soon, the rumble stopped. He slowly put his head in his hands. Why do
these things always happen to me? he asked, but no one answered.
As he stood up, he was able to hear loud alarms going off in the city.
---
To be continued...
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Hi, people. This is my first fic, so I don�t want C&C, I _need_ C&C. Any
kind: private, public, short, extensive, whatever. Please. And be blunt, I
really wish to improve my writing skills.
Why a Ranma/Robotech crossover? Well, they are my favourite series, and I
think I have a fairly good idea.
Before I forget it, I�d like to thank Morgan Hudson. Without his help and
encouragement, I probably wouldn�t have written this (so send the flames to
him ^_^). Thank you, man. You�re the best.
I�m looking for a couple of prereaders. If you�re interested, send me a
mail.
I�ll be going now, but remember. Send C&C. Thanks for reading, bye and good
luck,
Latin_D