Okay, this may seem crazy, but what the hell. I just bought Spy
Hunter for the PS2 [ah... nostalgia. Good game to boot...] and the
gameplay plus the Spy Hunter video by Saliva inspired this idea.
Internatioal Espionage Section [IES] has developed a
next-genration supercar, called Interceptor, to combat the growing power
of Joketsuzoku, Inc.
Joketsuzoku, based in China, is about to engage a plot to
overthrow the powers that be in the world and cement their control over
the world. Since the conglomerate leads in nearly every front of
scientific research - ranging from bio-pharmaceuticals to children's
education software - their resources are vast across the globe.
IES - based in Europe and backed by the United States and NATO
unofficially - is the world's foremost global "black group" headed by
the ailing Soun Tendo. His daughter Nabiki Tendo is taking more of a
lead in the control of the organization. Kasumi Tendo is head of
Research and Development alongside Ryoga Hibiki and Tofu Ono. The three
developed the Interceptor with everything necessary to combat
Joketsuzoku, Inc. Except for one thing. The car needs a capable driver.
Enter Ranma Saotome, a star on the Formula-One circuits. A
former F-18 pilot in the American Air Force, he took up his second
passion of racing - alongside martial arts - after his tour was up.
Ranma's fathter, Genma, is an old friend of Soun Tendo. The elder
Saotome, however, does not know the true nature of Soun's work. Soun
Tendo knows that the one thing the Interceptor program lacks is a driver
capable of handling the powerful supercar's power and weaponry.
Ranma is headhunted by IES and gets to test drive Interceptor.
Not only does he show that he is more than capable of controlling the
vehicle in all its forms, he is also the only one who passes the test at
all. The fact that he does so with flying colors does not go unnoticed.
So, at Soun's incistence, Nabiki Tendo approves him for the Interceptor
Program, codenamed: Spy Hunter.
Little does Ranma know that the computer system which operates
Interceptor in tandem with him is a willful sort - programmed along an
amalgam of what IES deemed necessary and Chief Developer Ryoga Hibiki's
deceased lover. What follows is a possible scene from this fic.
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Ranma was still somwhat confused. This IES - whatever its true
purpose - sure knew how to build a car, but where they the good guys or
what? He had never once heard of them in his time with the Air Force. It
wasnt't as if the grunts were told anything near what could be called
complete disclosure
The Interceptor handled like a racer's dream. Not even his
Mitsubishi Formula-One was anywhere near as nimble as Interceptor was.
Ranma steered expertly down the track, having asked for - and recieved -
another run after his first test. From what he had overheard, he was the
only one yet to take the car all the way.
Interceptor itself was extremely easy to handle despite its
obscene horsepower. The tires gripped asphalt and dirt like a spider.
Its suspsension was as fluid and responsive as any driver could want.=20
Ranma recalled his first run, when he had take Interceptor over
the ramp and had been greeted by water. From the one-man cockpit, the
change had almost been unnoticed. He could still barely believe that
Interceptor could become a boat that would rival Fountain Power Boat's
best in terms of speed and handling.
The last surprise had come when the outer body had shattered and
Interceptor had become a motorcycle. The Single-man Emergency Vehicle -
SEV as the eggheads called it - had handled far differently from
Interceptor iteself. Being lightly armed and armored, it was far and
away more agile than the entire car. While it lacked the boost function
and armor of the Interceptor itself, the insane speed and tighter
handling more than made up for it.
"Man, this car is so sweet!" Ranma yelled as he took a sharp
curve at nearly a hundred miles per hour. Not even his
painstakingly-built F-1 could move like Interceptor. Hell, his old F-18
fighter plane seemed almost sluggish next to this road rocket.
"Smoke screen," he muttered, listing all of Interceptor's
options, "oil slick, flame thrower... wow..." And that was just on the
*defence* option. Offence offered 25mm machine cannons, EMP pulses, and
heat-seeking swarm missles. Interceptor came loaded for bear, that was
for sure. And he had been chosen to drive it. This was just too cool.
Ranma glanced at the controls in the one-man cockpit, spotting
all the weapons options. Why only room for him? The cockpit was in the
center of the car, not on the left or right like in civillian models.
Why was this so obviously a one-man ride?
Ranma cleared his mind as he steered Interceptor through a
series of slalom gates, each indicated on the inside of the windshield
by Interceptor's computer. If he only had a Heads-UP Display on his own
racer.
"Man, this looks like Darth Vader's bathroom," Ranma quipped.
"Ya'd think they'd give me a radio."
"What would you like to hear?"
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Ranma slammed on the brakes just as
Interceptor cleared the ramp over the water and began to morph into a
boat. "Who the hell said that?"
"I did," the disembodied female voice replied. "I can recieve
satellite, FM, and AM transmissions from anywhere on the planet. What
would you like to hear?"
"I'd like to hear who the hell you are!"
"I am not familiar with that song, Ranma Saotome."
"Who the hell are you?"
"Maybe if you tell me which band performs that..."
"Who am I talking to?!"
"Oh. I am the computer which controls Interceptor's functions in
tandem with my pilot, which is you," the voice said.
"And who are you?" Ranma asked as the breeze stirred the surface
of the water.
"My serial number is R-66-Y. My Serial Adoption Code is AKANE."
"AKANE," Ranma said in disbelief. He was having a converstation
with a car?! Was he losing his mind?
"Correct. Do you prefer that name?"
"No, I'd prefer for someone to shut you off and take me back to
reality!"
"This is entirely real, Ranma Saotome," AKANE replied in a testy
voice.
Nabiki Tendo watched the interplay between man and machine on
the monitor of her desktop. The IES Weapons Van - designed as in-field
support for the Interceptor - allowed her to monitor all of the car's
functions. What she saw was most disturbing.
"Ryoga Hibiki," she whispered, "I warned you about this. Did you
listen to me? Noooo..." Could Ranma and AKANE work together? Likely, the
answer was no. Nabiki cursed the head of IES R&D. The obscene expansion
of Joketsuzoku, Inc. , was too great a security risk to toy with. Nabiki
silently swore to skin the directionally-challenged genius at her
earliest conveinience.
"Let me out!"
"I'm sorry, Ranma. I can't do that."
"The hell you can't!"
"Ranma, we are currently in water, and in hostile territory..."
"What!? This is an IES test track!"
"Still, I cannot release you into a dangerous environment..."
"Let me out, you pile of junk!"
"Oh, no," Nabiki muttered. From what she had read of
Interceptor's AKANE Operating System, such a comment could cause
unpredictable results.
"What did you call me?"
"I said you're a pile of junk!" Ranma shouted.
"Pile of junk, am I?" AKANE said. "I'll show you a pile of
junk!"
With that, Interceptor shot off like a rocket.
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Yes, it's based on my old Ranma/Knight Rider fanfic. This
approach, however, could possibly work better. I'd love any feedback on
this idea.
Thanks!
Knight Writer
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