And now for something (in)completely different...
My first effort, tossed aside in embarrassment
years ago, now resurrected and slightly rewritten.
It's a dark angsty SF action series!
No! It's a WAFFy Ranma continuation!
Stop! You're BOTH right! It's a floor wax AND a
dessert topping! n.n;
--Sam Ashley
"Arthur, is this a warm moment or should we be disturbed?"
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At the dawn of creation, the Gods arrived on Earth.
Now we shall know their awful legacy...
and how it affects Team Ranma.
The Evil Midnight Lurker what Lurks at Midnight
presents
An Extremely Pointless Crossover
BIO-BOOSTED RANMA: GUYVER 1/2
by W. Samuel Ashley
PART ONE:
FIRE IN THE SKY
It was a quiet, peaceful night in the Nerima ward... by local
standards. After nearly two years of regular nocturnal violence, those
townsfolk who could not learn to sleep through anything had given up and
moved. The following sounds in particular had become as much a part of
the music of the night as those of passing cars:
"RANMA NO BAKA!"
*WHAM* *CRASH* *TINKLE*
*THUD*
"Kawaiikune otemba...!"
*SWISH* *THUD* *SWISH* *THUD* *SWISH* *BONK* "YEOW!"
Any local who _had_ been conscious would have recognized and ignored
the familiar sounds of Ranma Saotome and Akane Tendou quarreling. Ranma
himself was all too used to it; being punched through Akane's closed
window and landing in the yard was second nature now. He'd even managed
to avoid landing in the koi pond tonight. Unfortunately, insulting Akane
was also second nature to him, resulting in the usual hail of thrown
weights.
Muttering mild obscenities, Ranma decided against reentering the
Tendo house. Wincing, he felt the spot where Akane's last barbell had
connected. _Stupid girl... I can't believe she thought I'd be willin' to
#eat# that thing! How could #anyone# mistake baking powder for rice
flour? An' I'm pretty sure that "sauce" was dish soap... and of course
when I refuse t' place my life in danger by taking a bite she gets upset
about it. This is ridiculous... things were goin' so well, and now we're
right back where we started! It's as if the Mount Phoenix mess never
happened..._
Since his first trip to China, Ranma's life was a never-ending
battle. If it wasn't Kunou or Ryouga challenging him, it was some
supernatural creature or other... minor demons, ghost cats, people who'd
fallen in Jusenkyou springs where something really bizarre had drowned.
None of them had ever been a serious threat; even Ryouga and Tarou,
probably the most powerful of the lot, seldom came close to winning.
That changed the night the winged warriors came to town, hunting the
Jusenkyou Guide's daughter; the birdmen themselves weren't so dangerous,
but their ruler, the Phoenix Prince, Saffron...
He had the power of...well, of a _god_, healing faster than Ranma
could hurt him, slinging incredible bolts of phoenix-flame. In the end,
though, he'd gone down to defeat. Barely.
In the end...to save Akane's life, Ranma had had to cross a line
he'd hoped never to come near. He'd killed the phoenix-god, practically
ripped him apart bare-handed.
Sure, Saffron's phoenix powers had brought him back to life as an
infant. But...Ranma hadn't known that would happen, had he? He'd done
the deed, believing it would stick.
He now knew, beyond doubt, that under the right circumstances he
could be a killer.
Those circumstances...all revolved around one person.
The battle, and the wedding disaster that followed, had altered
Ranma's relationship with Akane. For the first time, they'd really begun
to break down the walls of pride and stubbornness thad had kept the two
at odds since the day they met, eighteen months before. They had been
able to go almost a whole week without quarreling...
And then Kasumi left for medical school, and everything fell apart.
Doctor Tofu's clientele doubled, but that was only to be expected...
the problems began when the issue of homemaking came up. Kasumi had done
nearly all the cooking and cleaning for the Tendos and their houseguests
for years; now she was gone and others would have to cope. The Tendos
and Saotomes worked out a reasonably balanced schedule of chores; Genma
had to be watched closely to ensure his participation, but everyone was
used to that. The real snag was the question of cooking. Genma and Soun
pleaded ignorance, Nabiki insisted on an unacceptably high allowance hike
to take the job, Happousai refused outright, and Ryouga wasn't
consistently available. That left Akane or Ranma.
The entire Tendo household quailed at the thought of eating Akane's
"food" on a regular basis; even Ryouga covertly approached Ranma and
_begged_ him to keep Akane out of the kitchen. Fortunately, Ranma's
early life on the road, combined with his training in various esoteric
martial culinary arts, made him a more than passable chef. Most of the
martial styles had more to do with using food as weapons than as edibles,
but discipline demanded that the practitioner be able to prepare his
weapons.
To maintain their newfound harmony, Ranma tried to teach Akane to
cook. Gods, how he'd tried... for three months they'd slaved over the
stove, her frustration and his disbelief growing as Akane proved totally
unable to follow even the simplest recipe. Did the fault lie in Akane's
terminal impatience or Ranma's teaching skills? Neither could tell, and
in the end it made no difference. Tempers frayed, walls snapped back up.
Once again, the two were barely on speaking terms.
Ranma sighed and lay back on the lawn. This was a welcome break
from the daily insanity of the Tendo household: a warm summer night,
clear stars, no insane pseudo-fiancees trying to poison him, and no
maniacs challenging him for Akane's hand. Just peace, quiet, and the
unchanging stars...
Unchanging? Then what was that bright red spark?
It was moving. Just an airplane... shouldn't its lights be
flashing?
The spark dimmed, disappeared. Probably a meteor. Ranma yawned,
considered his options, decided to sleep where he lay.
_I should'a thought of this long ago..._
A faint, high-pitched whistling sound brought Ranma awake. Although
it originated above him, it bore no resemblance to the familiar sound of
a person on the downward arc of a crosstown uppercut. It did, however,
appear to be produced by a falling object.
Ranma rolled as the object plummeted directly toward him;
overcompensating, he smashed into an ornamental stone lamp. His yell of
pain was followed by a heavy thud.
Clutching his much-abused head, Ranma shakily got to his feet. The
thing had imbedded itself in the lawn exactly where his head had been.
He staggered over to take a closer look, while above him Akane slid her
broken window open. "Keep it down out there!" she yelled. "_Some_ of us
are trying to sleep!"
Ranma ignored this. Akane watched, puzzled, as he kneeled and pried
something out of a hole in the turf. As he turned the object over to
examine it from all sides, she anime-hopped to the ground and joined him.
"Nani...?"
"I dunno," Ranma replied. "It just fell out of the sky... nearly
brained me, too." He continued his inspection.
The object was nearly a foot across and vaguely hexagonal. Six
pieces of plasticlike red material partially encased a dark mass,
unidentifiable in the dim light; the most prominent feature was a large
metallic hemisphere centered on one side. The polished orb was divided
into an inner circle and outer ring by a thin band of transparent
crystalline substance.
"This red stuff doesn't really feel like plastic," Ranma noted.
"More like... what's that stuff insect shells are made of?"
Akane sighed. "Honestly, Ranma, if you put half as much energy into
studying as you do into martial arts you'd know these things. It's
called chitin."
"Whatever... and if you put half as much energy into martial arts as
you do into schoolwork," Ranma found himself saying, "you might not be
such a klutz." _Dammit, how do I turn my mouth #off?!#_
Akane pulled her giant mallet out of hammerspace and bashed Ranma
across the lawn. He landed roughly in a well-lit corner, his head
smashing into the mysterious object. Something inside it went *click.*
Ranma rose, woozy after the third head injury in fifteen minutes. In
the glow of the streetlamp the material gleamed within its casing, a
tightly-packed mass of motionless black earthworms, glistening with
moisture.
The object clicked again, hummed. Steam arose from its interior. The
crystal band glowed, casting a halo into the night.
"Ranma!" Akane ran up, "What did you...?"
"Whaddaya mean what did _I_ do?! You're the one who--" Ranma broke
off as the dark mass begin to move, the "worms" slithering faster and
faster around one another. "Akane, keep back!" he shouted. "I think
this thing's..."
The chitinous casing snapped open, fell away. The wormstuff within
gathered itself into an amorphous, tentacled glob and lunged at Ranma.
"...ALIVE!" he finished, as it began to engulf him.
Wasting no time in screaming, Akane joined Ranma's effort to pull
the thing off. Despite their combined strength, it clung resolutely to
Ranma, spreading over his body.
"Get _away,_ you idiot! This thing might... go after you next..."
Ranma's voice muffled as the glob rose to cover his mouth. The metallic
disc, still attached to the creature, slid over Ranma's forehead as the
rest of his face vanished beneath the glistening black wormstuff.
Ranma stiffened and stopped moving. Akane ripped at the creature,
then let go as it began to secrete a mild acid, burning her hands.
_Now_ was the time for screaming--but this was Nerima; there was no
one to hear.
High above, however, someone unused to ignoring cries for help heard
and responded. Sho Fukamachi, known to a select few as Guyver I, had
almost given up his aerial search when Akane's screams reached his ears.
_That better not be what I think it is,_ Sho thought as he veered
toward the sounds below. _Please, let it be just a simple mugging... and
not another life destroyed by a Unit._
In a walled yard below, Sho's fear assumed the solid form of a
statue covered in Guyver muscle tissue. A screaming teenage girl beat
her fists against its chest only to pull them back in apparent pain.
_Dammit, I'm too late! The Unit's been activated... and someone else
has paid the price for my carelessness. I've got no choice... whoever
they are, they're a part of this now. But why hasn't anyone noticed?
There's not a single light on for blocks... of course, that's a good
thing under the circumstances._ He dropped to the ground at the opposite
end of the yard and released his armor.
Even in her panic, Akane's sensitive ears did not fail. She spun to
face the intruder, hyperdimensional hammer in hand. Before her was an
unremarkable boy about Ranma's age. Behind him there was... what? Was
the fading glow real or a product of her overstimulated imagination?
Sho, for his part, saw a brown-haired girl in pajamas holding a very
large hammer that he was certain hadn't been there as he landed. That
and the anguish and suspicion on her tear-streaked face suggested he'd
better talk fast.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Akane snapped,
brandishing her hammer. "If you have anything to do with that...
thing... you'd better pray Ranma's all right!"
"Take it easy there..." the stranger replied. "I didn't do anything
to your friend, but I do know what's happening to him. He should be all
right under that stuff; he's just unconscious. I'm here to help."
"Then start helping by getting that glop off of him!"
"That's not possible now. See for yourself; it's beginning to merge
with him."
As Akane looked on, the wormstuff covering Ranma began to change.
Patches were melting, ropes of tissue running into one another and
becoming the same shade of red as the casing. It congealed into gelid
orbs at three points on his head; translucent pink plates had formed over
his eyes. Silvery spheres emerged over his mouth, temples, and waist.
Spikes protruded from his forearms and the top of his head.
"What's happening to him? What is that stuff? _Tell_ me, or I
swear I'll break every bone in your body!"
"...A suit of living armor," the stranger replied. "A biological
weapon. Your friend will wake up after it finishes forming, and he'll be
able to remove it himself. Until then, you should really put that hammer
down and try not to make any threatening moves."
"And what's that supposed to mean?! You think I'm just going to
stand here and let this happen?"
"There's nothing either of us can do about it. As for the
'threatening' part, that's really for our protection. The armor is going
to activate before your friend is fully awake, and until he comes around
it'll attack anything it perceives as dangerous. Right now, that
includes you."
"I'm a student of the Tendo School of Unclassified Martial Arts,"
Akane stated. "I can take care of myself."
"Not against _that_ you can't! Short of a nuke, the Guyver armor is
the most powerful weapon on Earth--I don't care what kind of martial art
you know; if you get that thing angry it _will_ kill you! Do you want
your friend to wake up standing over your dead body?"
That brought Akane up short. She had the sudden, overwhelming
impression that the stranger was speaking from personal experience; pain
was clearly written in his eyes. "N-no... and he's _not_ my friend," she
added reflexively. "How do you know so much about this, anyway? Who are
you?"
"My name's Sho. Sho Fukamachi... and I know what I know because the
same thing happened to me a few months ago. I think I should save the
explanations until your friend... Ranma?... is awake to hear them. It's
a long story, and I'd rather not tell it twice. The armor's almost
complete; he should regain consciousness in a couple of minutes."
Akane turned back to Ranma's still-changing form. The red patches,
which at first had been semi-fluid, were hardening and... _unmelting_ was
the best way she could describe it, like a wax candle dripping in
reverse, contracting into smooth plates of red chitinous armor covering
the underlying black tissue. The armor plates were arranging themselves
in a vague imitation of human musculature. The overall effect was of
some bizarre cross between human and insect, but the "face" bore no
resemblance to anything she'd ever seen. Its only recognizable features
were the eyeplates; below them, instead of a mouth and nose, two small
silvery spheres of unequal size were set in a gap in the armor. To each
side of these was a hollow hexagonal protrusion. The spikes on Ranma's
forearms had grown into swept-back swordlike blades; the crest on his
head was thinner, though longer, and did not appear particularly sharp.
Sho watched the process as intently as the girl; he'd never seen the
armor formation before, having of course been unconscious when it
happened to him. As they waited, he activated the telepathic transceivers
on his back.
:Makishima, can you hear me?:
The calm, powerful voice of Agito Makishima--Guyver III--echoed in
his mind. :I'm receiving you, Fukamachi. I'm clear of the Kronos
patrols, and the case is safe. Have you recovered the missing Units?:
:Not quite. I found one of them, but too late; it's been
activated.:
:...Unfortunate. Who's the victim, and where did you end up?:
:All I know so far is that his name's Ranma and he's got an
extremely distraught girlfriend. He's still out of it. We're on the
northwest side of Tokyo...middle of Nerima ward, I think.:
:Does the girl know anything?:
:She saw the whole process, and she isn't too happy about it. I
think we just got stuck with at least two new members.:
:This is getting out of hand, One. If our group gets much larger we
won't be able to stay undercover. Do you think they'll be of any use to
us?:
:'Use?' Makishima, if we don't help these people Kronos will either
kill them or recruit them. Which would you prefer?:
:Point taken. I'm going to drop the case off with Murakami and the
others, then head over there and continue the search. You stay with
those two, and I'll meet you when and if I find the other Unit.:
:Right. I'll contact you if anything comes up.:
As Sho broke off communication, the red Guyver reached full form and
came alive. The girl gasped as its eyes and control medallion glowed.
"Just stay calm," he reminded her. "It'll be another minute before
your friend wakes up."
"Are you sure he can't hear us?"
"Very. The armor's in control now... watch." The Guyver turned its
head, looking slowly in every direction. Sensor discs on the sides of
the head slid back and forth in their grooves, probing for anything that
might constitute a threat to the host. Finding nothing, it relaxed and
simply stood perfectly still.
Ranma struggled back to consciousness from the depths of a
nightmare. It was a terrible and bizarre dream, a murky vision of slow
death at the 'hands' of an unstoppable tentacled monster... or _had_ it
been a dream?
And how had he fallen asleep standing up? As his vision cleared,
Ranma could see that he was still in the Tendo yard; Akane stood near
him, her face unreadable. Someone he'd never seen before was behind her.
The light seemed odd somehow; everything had a distinct pinkish tinge.
And he felt... different.
"...Akane?" Even his voice rang oddly in his ears, with a slight
synthesized sound to it; he had the odd impression that he'd spoken
without using his lips, tongue, or throat at all. "What's happened to
me?"
The stranger stepped forward. "You're wearing a suit of armor.
It's distorting your senses slightly; don't worry, that's normal."
Ranma looked down at his hands. The palms were covered in black,
glistening ropy tissue; the fingers and backs were sheathed in red armor.
Memory returned with a shock: these were the same materials that the
thing that attacked him had been made of!
"Normal for _what?_ What is this stuff, and why don't I _feel_ like
I'm wearing anything?" His entire body appeared to be covered by the
"armor," but as Ranma touched his arm with a finger he could feel the
contact with both. "And how do I get it _off?!_" he continued, pulling at
the plate covering his left forearm.
"Not like that," the stranger informed him. "You have to _will_ the
armor off. It'll obey your mental commands."
"...Okay, it's worth a shot. But if this doesn't work, you're in
_serious_ trouble." Ranma concentrated, focusing his mind and spirit
into a single white-hot thought: _GET OFF!_
The results were... unexpected. A brief flash of vertigo was
followed by a moment of sensory deprivation, in turn succeeded by a rush
of air and the feeling of something pulling away from him. Ranma heard
Akane gasp; as his other senses returned, he noticed she was looking
_past_ him.
Ranma turned and seriously considered gasping himself as he saw the
glowing, armored figure floating a few feet away. Before he had time to
get a closer look, the thing drifted down to the lawn... and then
_through_ it, vanishing silently and without trace into the ground.
Too stunned to remember to be angry, Ranma turned back to Akane and
the stranger. Akane's expression mirrored his own, but the boy was
remarkably calm; Ranma gathered his scattered thoughts and addressed him.
"...Right. You wanna explain what just happened, or should I just
pound you into the ground?"
Akane exploded. "RANMA...! Mister Fukamachi saved you from that
monster... you should be thanking him, not making threats!" She hefted
her hammer, preparing to clobber Ranma if he so much as opened his mouth.
The stranger caught her arm. "That's all right... Gods know, if
someone who knew what was going on had been there when that happened to
_me,_ I'd want some answers in a hurry. I'll try to explain everything,
but could we go inside? Staying out here isn't a good idea... you never
know who might be listening."
Ranma shot a glance at Akane, then shrugged. "Well, we could talk
in the dojo... there aren't any holes in it at the moment, so if we keep
quiet no one would hear us. Not that anyone in _this_ town is likely to
be awake."
"I was just going to ask you about that..."
As the girl and the new Guyver led the way into the dojo, Sho paused
for a moment and looked up at the stars.
_'There are only three Units on Earth.' Everyone knew that; Kronos,
Makishima, Murakami, me... and everyone was wrong.
What are we going to do with #twenty# of the damn things...?_
* * * * *
In a vast subterranean complex beneath Mount Minakami, in the
Takeshiro region of northern Honshu, a man with mauve skin and a
startling shock of white hair was on the verge of apoplexy.
"How, damn it?" he raved. "How could they _possibly_ have known
about the shipment? The entire Ruwenzori dig was under our heaviest
security; the Guyvers couldn't have known about the second ship, let
alone the Units! And yet they intercepted our helicopter and blew it out
of the sky... and _stole_ the cargo!" He whirled, glaring at the
office's other occupant, a short balding man in ornate robes. "They're
still reading every move we make, even without Makishima's inside help!
How is this possible...?"
"Calm yourself, Commander Guyot," the older man replied. Light
glinted off the crystal embedded in his forehead as he turned away. "A
security investigation can wait; our first priority must be the recovery
of the Units."
Richard Guyot took a few deep breaths and relaxed slightly. "That's
already being taken care of. I've got search teams sweeping the Tokyo
area and most of central Honshu... not that they're likely to find
anything; Murakami will sense any Zoanoids a mile away, and we don't have
enough unprocessed troops in the area to cover a city block. No, our
only real option is to find the security leak and backtrack from
there..."
"And what about the existing leak? Could Makishima have
confederates in the organization?"
"Definitely not. When his cover was blown I checked out everyone
who'd ever had any contact with him. Makishima kept everything to
himself, with one exception: Marmot 3765."
Doctor Barcas thought a moment. "The test subject who stole the
first three Units?"
"Yes. I'm certain now that Makishima was responsible for the
security breaches that let him escape; but there were no others involved.
Makishima seems to have chosen 3765 for his resourcefulness and his
short lifespan... something he no doubt neglected to mention."
"If Makishima was not responsible, then there must be another
traitor in Kronos."
Guyot scowled. "That's just as impossible! With the increased
security since his defection, any traitor would have to be a Zoalord to
avoid..."
He broke off, stunned. "A _Zoalord._ Not Makishima at all...
Murakami. That damned guinea pig Murakami!"
"And how could he have learned of the shipment?"
Guyot ignored Barcas's question and jabbed at his desktop visiphone.
"This is Commander Guyot. I want a record of every unusual Zoanoid death
in the past two weeks, concentrating on anyone involved with the
Ruwenzori dig and the destroyed helicopter... Yes, immediately!" He
turned back to Barcas. "I think you'll have your answer in a moment."
Three minutes later, Guyot's printer began to spit out medical
reports. He skimmed through them, discarding most; finally he was left
with three. "Here we are... Ramotith 338, returned to Japan after three
weeks security duty at the Babylon Site; killed in battle with Guyver
Three and Murakami on June twentieth, no surviving witnesses. The first
link in the chain."
Barcas raised an eyebrow. "Even if they somehow tortured
information out of him, that guard would have known nothing about the
Ruwenzori dig. Where do you think this is leading?"
"From him it leads directly to his superior officers. Gregole 57,
head of Relic Site Security Operations; showed up at work as usual on the
twenty-third of June, died at 3:34 P.M. of no apparent cause. His staff
described him as uncharacteristically listless and stiff; there being no
way to do an autopsy on a fully-processed Zoanoid, his death was assumed
to be the result of unnoticed genetic defects."
"Curious... go on."
Guyot flipped to the last page. "57's contacts included Broyze 94,
supervisor of all archaeological operations. 94 knew everything about
the Ruwenzori Site and the airlift... and according to this he died not
fifteen minutes ago, five minutes after the destruction of the
helicopter. Observed symptoms prior to death: unusually tired, slow, and
stiff; and he'd been like that for five days, since the twenty-fifth."
"I see. You postulate a chain of information... but 57 and 94, at
least, were loyal to us. How could the Guyvers have gained the
information and left them alive? They would have reported any such
encounter immediately!"
"I told you, Barcas... not the Guyvers but Murakami. That clever
bastard found a new use for his compulsion power... one that never
occurred to any of us, since we have no need for it."
Barcas started. "_Interrogation...!_"
"Precisely. He learned the identity of the head of security from
the guard before killing him; then tracked 57 down, probably at his home,
reamed out his mind, and kept him under control long enough to steer him
to work. Murakami killed 57 from a distance, making sure that no one
suspected they'd ever come in contact. Then he simply did the same to
94... and held him in compulsion for five days to prevent him from
scrubbing the mission. Very impressive for a prototype."
"This may work to our advantage. Murakami does have unusual
endurance, but after five days, he must be exhausted... I would be very
surprised if he could formshift, let alone take control of another
Zoanoid. He'll be suffering from sleep deprivation as well; he can't
possibly remain awake much longer. With Murakami out of the picture, it
should be child's play to find and capture them!"
"I hope you're right. If we don't recover at least one Unit-G
before Lord Arkanfael awakens... we're both dead men." _But if we do,_
Guyot thought, _I'll make sure Arkanfael never sees the light of day
again!_
_We all thought there were only three Units on Earth..._
_What in hell are they going to do with #twenty# of the damned
things?_
END PART ONE
Next...
Akane and Ranma get a crash course in the true history of the human
species, while Sho learns more than he wanted to know about extreme
martial arts; the Radicals plan for the future; plus, the action-packed
debuts of Guyver Red, Ikazuchi no Guyver, _and_ the ZoaGuyver. All of
which leads up to the Second Great War of the Guyvers in _Bio-Boosted
Ranma, Part Two: WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE!_
NOTES FROM DEEP LEFT FIELD
This was the first fanfic I ever wrote. Looking back on it, I'm
more than a bit embarrassed, even after a slight rewrite...but not
quite enough to drop it entirely. It's been languishing for several
years now, but somehow...maybe this time it'll really work. Maybe.
Ranma-wise, this is manga continuity with a little anime influence
(like most of my Ranma stuff), all the way up to and past volume 38.
The Guyver plot is pure manga, but diverges right after Sho's battle with
Aptom II--in this version, the "radicals" (as Dr. Barcas terms them)
managed to escape from the Minakami area without ever running into the
renegade Basement scientists. Of course, this means there's no Guyver
Gigantic available...
Oh yes: this fic uses the original manga spelling for certain terms,
rather than the godawful Viz translation. Thus Kronos instead of
Chronos, Guyot for Gyro, Barcas not Valkus, etc.
Expect to see some _weird_ stuff with the Guyvers. If they adapt to
suit their hosts, what happens if the host is a highly trained,
incredibly dangerous martial artist who could defeat Zoanoids _without_
the armor...?
Comments, flames, or what-have-you may be directed to
midnightlurker@hotmail.com (checked irregularly) or
73310.3217@compuserve.com (checked more often, but it's a shared account
so please put "To Sam" or similar in the subject line).
--Sam Ashley
v2.0: 5/20/2000
"Now you're a tiny two-headed bluebird who can only speak high-school
French!"
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