----- Original Message -----
From: Brian Randall <brian@azurite.org>
To: Innocent Bystanders <ffml@anifics.com>
Sent: Thursday, March 07, 2002 7:43 PM
Subject: [FFML] [Ranma/Tenchi/Sailor Moon] Process of Elimination -- Chapter
Twelve A
I'm only _mostly_ dead. The car, on the other hand, is _completely_
dead. I'm sure the quality of this is lacking, so any C&C is appreciated.
Process of Elimination -- Chapter Twelve -- Part A
Disclaimer: The primary colors in this story are from Takahashi, Viz
(Ranma 1/2), Pioneer (Tenchi Muyo!), and Kitty Films, Naoko Takeuchi
(Sailor Moon).
Additional tinting provided by: Takada Yuuzou, and Kodansha (3x3
Eyes), Takada Yuuzou, and A.D.Vision (Bannou Bunka Nekomusume
Nuku-Nuku), and of course, Tatsuya Egawa (Goldenboy). The easel is mine.
That's all.
Notes: Diverges from Ranma after volume 24, continuation for OAV 2
in the Tenchi universe (well, one of them). Nuku Nuku is from the OAVs,
not TV. Sailor Moon occurs, well, at some point in the series, but it's
something of an alt anyway. 3x3 Eyes diverges before OAV2. This fic uses
the bizarrely vague 'Pick One!' scenario. Enjoy.
<snipped>
unless I comment, consider it good!:)
"So I guess it's like she's there when we need us, but she's not
here to hold our hands through every problem that we ever have to go
through," Tenchi concluded, grinning.
'...we need us'? Perhaps you meant '...we need her.'
***
Sixty four of the Galaxy Police's largest transports arrived
simultaneously with a non-standard issue craft, dropping out of
hyperspace in a near-lunar orbit, just in time to witness, some two
hundred thousand kilometers away, the arrival of the Home Fleet's second
wave. Twenty large cruisers emerged from a portal situated on Lagrange
point two, behind the moon. Following them were a large orbital
platform, easily fourteen kilometers across, and the secondary pride of
the Juraian fleet, the Throne.
The leader of the second wave of Galaxy Police transports raised an
eyebrow at the coincidence, and flipped on the communications panel.
"Come in, task force one operational leader," she called out. Her ship
was hers alone, and had been willingly lent to the task. Because of
that, she was given the honor of being the leader for the second wave of
Galaxy Police craft.
Coming to life suddenly, the viewscreen allowed her to see a rather
masculine figure from the waist down, clad in non-standard issue blue
trousers, floating in apparently null-gravity and tinkering with
something outside of the frame. One eyebrow rose, wondering at the
meaning of the sight, and she asked, "Um, hello? Anyone there?"
The figure spun sharply, drifting upside down so that she was able
to see a rather handsome yet unassuming man, who blinked at her in
surprise. "Huh?" he asked intelligently.
"This is Makibi Kiyone, leader of the secondary wave of GP
transports, and detective first class." She regarded the figure, who
stared at her blankly. "And you are?" she prompted him.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, righting himself and sinking into the cockpit
before activating the gravity again. Saluting her neatly, his expression
became stern, and he called out, "Cadet Oe, Ma'am, aide to Detective
First Class Mihoshi." He fidgeted for a moment, then dropped his salute,
offering, "Nice to meet you!"
I thought that Mihoshi and Kiyone were at one time partners? According to
the
Mihoshi special, they were. Even if it was a story made
up by mihoshi, she would have to at least known of Kiyone.
Suggestion:you might want to have mihoshi in a 'hero worship' type of mode
as far as Kiyone is concerned. it would make sense as far as the Special
goes to have
her daydream about being a partner to the 'Great Kiyone'.:)
<snipped>
"Um, Yosho-san said that we were Amatera, but my name is Mizuno
Ami," she replied, offering a shy smile.
Kohito stared blankly, then shook himself, coughing. "Amatera, you
say? We'd heard rumors about that, but-- Er.... Sorry about that,
Ami-san. Our ship is lagging because there's an imbalance between the
fusion grafter and the power distribution, resulting in a somewhat
unreliable energy flow."
"Is that dangerous?" she asked quietly.
"Not usually. It could be, if we were in a combat situation, but
we've got drones working on repairing the issue right now."
"Interesting. What--"
Ami's next question died in her throat, as Kohito's window vanished
in a flash of reddish white, and the ship on her screen exploded
violently, a massive gout of starfire venting from the rear of the
damaged mass into space. Her eyes widened, watching sparks -- escape
pods, likely -- explode from the still-flaming wreckage in sequence,
shooting Earthward from the tumbling wreckage.
I blow up reeeeaaaal good!:)
More lights and warnings began lighting up in sequence, telling Ami
the likeliest path of descent for the wreckage. Unsurprisingly, the
computer illustrated a target area several hundred kilometers across,
with the village near the center. "Oh, no," she groaned, biting her lip.
"What now?"
The communication screen sparked to life, though the background of
the image was blackened, and Kohito's image was obscured by static. She
could readily discern the telltale red across his face when it flickered
briefly into focus, however. "Hey," he wheezed, static echoing across
his voice with pops and squeals. "This is Kohito, requesting the Home
Fleet to destroy the Fehdo-oh--" The static flared up, obscuring the
message, as another pair of faces joined the conference. A woman in a
sharply pressed uniform, and a slightly older version of the same man,
both of them scowling.
"Kohito -- get to an escape pod. I'm bringing Saryu-oh around to
rescue you. You can use your tree to teleport yourself aboard once we're
in range."
The woman nodded quickly. "There's no reason to make this more
costly than we have to," she advised. "Now, if you can, bring your ship
into alignment with--"
"Frayed fusion pathing," Kohito managed, his face coming into view,
creased with concentration. "Me and Fehdo-oh are working together." A
message popped onto the screen, informing Ami that the link between the
four was secured, even as bright meteorites -- escape pods, actually --
began to descend through the sky to the south. "Can't hold it off for
long. Weapons locked into over-charge cycle. This was sabotage. I got
everyone else off, but if I leave, the discharge takes out me and
whoever comes close."
"Kohito," the man said, subdued. "Who... who could do such a thing?"
"Dunno," the man said, shaking his head. "We gotta destroy my ship,
and soon. I got my Light Haw Wings constraining the plasma storm, but I
can't hold them up for long."
Light Hawk Wings
<snipped>
[End, Process of Elimination, chapter 12 part A]
Overall.. wow. Followed by Incredable and woohoo! Just when I
don't think you can improve you do it!
Brian Randall
--
I write fanfiction. Too much of it. You can read it here, thanks to a kind
grant from the Larry F foundation:
http://www.rakhal.com/florestica/durandall/index.html
--
Together. Allegiance or death. BIGFIRE!
--
Haiku of my lament:
Forgive my spelling,
my U.S. education,
is the source of blame.
.---Anime/Manga Fanfiction Mailing List----.
| Administrators - ffml-admins@anifics.com |
| Unsubscribing - ffml-request@anifics.com |
| Put 'unsubscribe' in the subject |
`---- http://ffml.anifics.com/faq.txt -----'
.---Anime/Manga Fanfiction Mailing List----.
| Administrators - ffml-admins@anifics.com |
| Unsubscribing - ffml-request@anifics.com |
| Put 'unsubscribe' in the subject |
`---- http://ffml.anifics.com/faq.txt -----'