After learning of the evils of ebay, I finally finished writing the 1st
rough draft of sex and now have time to C+C:

$Other than a few, and I do mean a FEW, bits of C&C, I've been rather
absent from the FFML for a pretty good while now.  My backlog is huge,
but at least I'm working on it.  Speaking of backlog, it occurs to me
that I ought to actually start posting the rest of Aurora of Rainbow
Fire.  This one's in three peices because it's 230kb.

Heh. Kicking out chapters my size now, aren'tcha? ^_^

Yes, I know I haven't posted chapter six, but I have my reasons.  I'll
post it sometime in the future.  If you really want to read it, might I
suggest going to my webpage and getting it there.  You can also find the
most current revisions of Needful Things (I found three spelling
mistakes I missed, no other changes.), which won the Kiyo award for best
Tenchi Muyo lemon fanfic for 2002.

Shine that there award on the mantle. I know I do mine. :)

  It's also got three peices of art by

Dave Menard in there, including a new one for the kareoki scene in
chapter four.  Mihoshi got back.  ^_-

Heh. Cute. You know you're doing well when folks lob fanart at you, and you
didn't, you know, pay them for it.

Chapter six covers Ryoko, Ayeka, and Tenchi's journey through space.
That's not important here.  Seeing's how I had such incredible fun with
Mihoshi, Kiyone, and Sasami in chapter five, I decided to do another
stand alone story/chapter with them only.  That's this one.  Enjoy.

I see. Really ought to post 6 at some point though.

"Yes.  Let us go."

Let's (I can't remember the last time someone said 'let us go')

The Galaxy Police Headquarters was a huge space station
roughly the size of the Earth's moon, but built entirely from
gleaming metals.

Mostly aluminum foil.

 Huge rings had been stacked on top of each

other, each connected to the rest in a seemingly haphazard
manner.  The top and bottom were also connected to each other by
a long bridge that bowed out into space away from the main body,
resembling nothing so much as a giant cup handle.  The gargantuan
station housed tens of millions of people at any given point, and
devoted much of its huge surface area to ship construction,
mantenience, and storage.  The rest was devoted to its massive
communications equipment, personel

personnel (I think)

training and housing, defense,

and its own set of massive star drives.  Even as its ships
patrolled this galaxy and one neighboring one,

'a neighboring one'

so did it, albet

albeit

at a slower, less methodical pace with frequent extended stops.

Mostly at 'Beer World'. It wasn't the name of a company; the planet was
literally covered in oceans made of beer.

On a local level, however, the GP had far less influence,
and generally enforced whatever laws were present in a given
region of space.  The political intricasies involved when the GP
had to request assitance from another empire, or vice versa, were
so complex that they took up the full time of many of the
greatest minds of the time,

I'd use 'minds in the galaxy' since you use 'full time' earlier

The thing that made Sasami coo in awe was the nature of the
construction, which was assembly.

'the assembly' perhaps?

  Jurians grew their ships and

stations from the giant Jurian space trees, making minimal use of
gleaming steel and plastic.  Indeed, many Jurians had a phobia of
being in such stark confines, but Sasami wasn't a sufferer.

awkward. 'but Sasami was an exception' perhaps?

"Ah, I haven't been back in ever so long," Mihoshi
enthused, waving happily to everyone she saw despite the fact
that she had no idea who any of them were.

Mihoshi" it's just the principle of the matter.

"Well, you've been stuck on Earth for about five or six
months," Kiyone reminded her.  "Be thankful we got this
assignment.  Escorting Sasami around is way better than busting
small time crooks out in the middle of nowhere."

They had a hard time against the last 'small time' crook they fought. :P

Kiyone looked around happily, scanning the crowds for
people she knew.  She was just passing by a coffee bar when a
young woman about her age stood up.

The woman drew a vibro-sword and shouted, "I am Indigo Montoya! You killed
my father! Prepare to die!"

"Mitzuki," Kiyone exclaimed.  "Is that you?" she asked,
examining her old classmate.  She had changed her hair, going
with a fixed style that kept her hair wound tight against her
head, indicating that she had probably spent a fair amount of
time in zero-g lately.  But the rest was pure Mitzuki: narrow
face, slender hands, and lithe body.

Building up to a hot lesbian scene, aren't you? :)

"Kiyone!  Long time no see!  How are things going?" chirped

They walked along for a while, winding their way through
the three dimensional maze that made up the central plaza.
Kiyone found herself getting more and more depressed as Mitzuki
rambled on about this or that classmate who had received, in
Mitzuki's words, 'yet another promotion.'

Heh. Of course, in order to be promoted, either the organization is
expanding, or there are a lot of retirements or deaths.

"So, what brings you back to headquarters?  That general
ship refit they put out?"

Kiyone bit her tongue to keep from lashing out at the snide
little bitch, then abruptly relaxed.  She had an Idea with a
capital I.

Was going to comment on the grammar mistake, but I guess not. :)

 >

Kiyone's eye twitched, once, but she rallyed back.  "Well,
what two members of the Jurian royalty haven't they been talking
about lately?"  She already knew this because Mihoshi had an
account forward them to Yagami, and was always talking about it,
even to the point of wondering aloud what those two missing
princesses were up to after a single story had raised the
question and implied an orgy of sex, violence, and drugs with the
locals of some backwater planet.  Apparently, she hadn't made the
connection.

Heh. Cute.

Mitzuki shrugged.

"Think about it.  Even the Emporer shows up at least once a
month, with yet another story claiming 'proof' of his sexual
preference, one way or the other."

It's the  rumors about preferring trees that are the most annoying.

"Shhh, that's _very_ hush hush."  Kiyone winked and pointed
one finger upwards in an easily understood gesture that meant the
higher ups.  In other words, it's political, little girl, you're
in over your head.  Why don't you go scrape that gum off your
shoe and bust a few jaywalkers?

Very nice.

"Now, Kiyone, I understand that both Princess Ayeka and her
younger sister Princess Sasami

I'd dump the 'younger sister' part. It's unecessary and Kiyone knows she's
the younger of the pair/

asked you to accompany Princess

Sasami from Earth to her parent's

parents' (probably.)

estate on planet Jurai."

"That is correct, sir."  She nodded.

"Good.  And that is exactly what you will do.  Ordinarily
we don't assign detectives as chauffeurs for little girls, but we
are certainly prepared to make an exception this time."

"I had hoped so, sir.  Neither my partner or

nor

"Yes," he replied drily, bringing up a report.  "As it says
here in Princess Sasami's own words," and here he dropped his
voice into a passible imitation of a little girl's voice,
"'They're _sooo_ funny, I love to watch them try to catch the bad
guys.  Even Ryoko,'  that's the dread space pirate Ryoko who has
yet to be captured, as you well know, 'says that they're more fun
to watch than 'Galaxy Police in Black'.',"

Heh. Oh well, Kiyone had her hopes.

Kiyone blushed and studied her hands.  "Princess Sasami has
such a gifted way with words, Sir."

Tsk. She should have said, "We've gone out of our way to ensure the Princess
has good feeling towards the GP in the hopes that is she becomes a future
Empress she will feel predisposed goodwill towards the GP in case we need
their assistance.
 '

"The Princess Sasami?!" the man hissed into the audio only
communications gear.  "Here?  Now?"  He paused, listening
carefully to the rest of the information.  "Yes.  The agreed on
price?  Excellent.  I'll get right on it."

Heh. You knew it wouldn't be that easy.

Kiyone glanced back as she was paying for her coffee.  "You
mean you've never heard about them?  That's strange.  But I guess
you would later on in school."

can get rid of this quote since the conversation continues directly into the
next paragraph.

"The Syanellians were a race of powerful humanoids from

Ah, expostion time. They probably figure into the plot in some way.

another galaxy who built a big, mobile solar system," Mihoshi
explained.  "They traveled around and raided other species

spiecies' (I think)

"Ooh!" Mihoshi exclaimed as they entered the clear tube and
stood on a glowing disk of energy.  "Can we stop by the rec-park?
They're due to be finished with the new Twista-Hurl ride!"

Heh. Nice name.

Kiyone winced.  "Uh, we'll go throuh,

through

 but if we want to

have time to see the sights we

sights, we

The upper middle levels were where most of the GP desk jobs
took place,

'took place' doesn't sound right. 'resided' or something else, perhaps?

 >

"You don't understand!" Kiyone insisted, lightly shaking
the little princess.  "They _repainted_ it!  They _never_ repaint
on a general refit!"

Probably a glitch then.

"The library updated, the memory expanded, and oh, look!"
she cried, jabbing her finger at one line and turning it towards
the others.  "We've been selected to beta test one of those new
Sirus Cybernetics Advanced Personality Substitute AI modules!"

That could be fun.

"The paint!  Oh, how it gleams!"

Heh. I like who's untheseastic about the paint job

A huge ball of fire and flying debris exploded out from
where the newly installed engines were a second previous.

'previous' seems awkward.

"MY BABY!" Kiyone screeched.

Heh. That didn't take long.

Kiyone gave her a look of startled disbelief edging toward
righteous fury.  "To hell with the paint job!  What about my
ship?!"

It's blown up. Sorry. They can probably get some older model out of dry
dock, though. :)

The next hour passed in a blur for Sasami, as they checked
in with the dock office and patiently listened to several
explainations, mostly involving improper couplings and crossed
wires, but which really amounted to 'We won't know why your ship
comitted suicide until we salavage the brain module and send it
to the Sirus service psychiatrist, who is heavily backlogged
right now and it could be a while.'

Heh. You think they might want to check on it sooner if this becomes a
tendency of the AIs

finshed with a bowl of rice and fish soup, and had already taken
several bites of a kind of pot pie served with slices of bread.

Heh. How earthy. :)

She poked the back of her chopsticks at a tasteful sign across
the causeway advertising transient lodgings.  "We'll stay the
night here,

stay here for the night (sounds better to me)

 and see about another ship in the morning.  Repairs

on Yagami are going to take weeks, especially since we just got
moved to last in line and they practically have to rebuild the
entire aft section from scratch.  We can probably requisition
another patrol ship."

Unless the GP want to make the princess wait, that would be advisable.

"Yay!" Mihoshi cheered.  "You'll like this," she assured
Sasami.  "They give each person that rides a blanket meal ticket
good anywhere in the station for anything and all you can eat, as
long as you use it within an hour of the ride.  It's their way of
refunding the meal you just lost on the ride."

Heh

"This isn't official Galaxy Police business, so I'm afraid
I can't provide you with another ship as per your request," he
said, although his tone didn't sound very regretful.  "However,
and I think you'll find this much more, ah, suitable, for the
young princess, you will be provided with an ample expense
account and given a pass for one of the civilan transport ships
currently shuttling between headquarters and the planet Waldow."

Hmm. I guess they don't want to risk losing another ship. :)

Of course not.  The Forest Ring was Jurai's oldest,
closest, and most important colony world.  And for some reason,
which she'd have to figure out herself, it was of vital
importance that she go there.

But why?

Heh. I think she's reading too much into this.

"Ah, nevermind."  Mihoshi knew her partner would calm down
eventually.  And the truth was, she was impressed.  To think,
she'd always just blindly believed in the old saying that you
couldn't put five pounds of rice into a three pound sack.  Just
one more piece of evidence that showed that her partner was a
miracle worker.

Heh

As it turned out, there was one right around the corner,
its cheerful primary colors advertising the presence of free
water, pure ethanol, and hydrochloric acid from fountains.  They
checked carefully before they drank.  Sometimes practical jokers
were known to switch the signs around.

Hehehe. Very nice touch.

All eyes turned as one, unerringly focusing on the
battered, tan hide of the bulging suitcase held in Mihoshi's now
trembling hand.  Little blisters appeared on its naugahyde skin,

Hehehe. This is good too.

Kiyone and Mihoshi exchanged a glance, and Kiyone made a
vague pumping motion with her right hand.  Mihoshi responded with
an embarrassed nod, and Kiyone put her hand over her face.

Oh yes, forgot about that implement.

Kiyone hugged her.  "That's a great idea, Sasami!  I'll do
that!  You stay here, I'll be right back."

An assassination attempt will probably occur while she's gone and Mihoshi
will be the way to thwart it.

True to her word, Kiyone was only gone a few minutes before
she returned with a cheap blue duffle bag trimmed in grey.

Hmm.My bad.

 At

right at two

Just go with 'At two and

Both Sasami and Mihoshi gave Kiyone a series of baleful
glances.

"Hey, how was _I_ supposed to know that our flight would be
delayed?" Kiyone replied defensively.

Heh. So true to life as well.

"That's just gross," Ura replied indignantly, then laughed
again herself.  They ignored the annoyed looks they were getting
from all the other people in the area.

Yes, people this annoying should be beaten. :P

"Bastard," she hissed into his ear.  "If you're going to
stare at some girl's ass, it had better be mine!"

Reflexively, his eyes dropped and shifted to her own rear,
which wasn't bad in the look's department either.

"Just for that, you're cut off," she continued in a
whisper.

hehehehe. Women are like this too.

"It's okay, I wasn't looking either," he replied without
thinking as he grabbed the handle of the duffle bag.

Heh. it's going to be the wrong one, I'd wager.

Somewhere behind them, Sungi, the man Amaraba had fell
into, shifted impatiently and amused himself with private
thoughts of removing the clumsy little punk's privates.  He
wasn't the type to forgive easily, and made a decision that if he
ever got a chance, the kid was going see a world of hurt.  Even
if it was just an accident.

Thought as much.

own duffle bag and moved along with it.

He didn't think about the fact that he, too, had a blue
duffle bag with grey trim.

Heheheheeh. Oh, this is good. Very nice set up.

"Unh huh," Mihoshi replied, pulling out the shirt she had
been looking for.  "Unless he has a wild side I didn't see in
public," she continued, holding up a pair of red panties
purchased on Earth.

Elsewhere in the ship:

Sungi: Shit! Those kinky alien panties I bought are gone.

On a long enough time line, everyone's chances of survival
drops to zero.

I guess that is one way of looking at it.

"This is a really pretty ship," Sasami commented as they
walked the

walked through the

As she talked, Sasami's mood grew darker and darker, as did
her expression.  This was how it was all over the empire.  She
wasn't a princess, she was trained seal, expected to perform on
demand

I doubt she can balance a beach ball on her nose, though

A feeling of hopelessness washed over her.  She had a

duty to the empire, though, didn't she?  She couldn't very well
refuse.

Mihoshi, who had been rudely dismissed as someone not
important enough to notice, saw Sasami's deepening frown.
Although she didn't understand why her charge was unhappy, she
quickly realized who was causing it.  "Excuse me," she began in
her most authorative voice, "but Princess Sasami will not be
taking part in any public ceremonies."

"blu

"Blu

Sasami looked around at the crowd.  "Oh, no, you're right,
Mihoshi, it is."  She glared her tiny fury at the captain, who
wilted instantly.  "There, you see what you've caused?  You made
me disobey my mommy!  That always makes her angry, and trust me,
you wouldn't like my mommy when she's angry."

Yes, we all remember Misaki's temperment. Even her daughters avoid making
her angry. :)

Kodachi blanched and looked around at the dozen or so
people who were standing around, listening to them talk.  "I'm
very sorry, Puh...  Little girl," she finished lamely.  "Listen
up everyone!" she announced loudly, turning to the crowd.  "It's
officially Nirvana hour down at the bar!  Follow me and you all
get free drinks!"

The crowd broke into a cheer and happily trailed behind as
she marched off to the ship's bar, there to get very very

bar, intending to get very, very

Mihoshi wavered in indecision.  On one hand, she was
Sasami's guardian, and couldn't very well guard her if she wasn't
around.  On the other, Sasami clearly didn't want her around, and
the average crime rate on ships was incredibly low.  She frowned,
trying to decide what to do.

A few minutes later, it occurred to her that she was
thirsty, so she wandered off in search of the cantina.

One way to make a decision

She paused to swallow a few more scoops, and the robot used
the time to make a logic jump that told him there was a 87 +/-14%
chance that she was a Galaxy Police detective.

87 plus 14? Interesting end result. I assume it was intentional. :)

"Ice cream headache," the robot commented blankly, his
circuits momentarily overloaded.  "I see them all the time."

"Gahhhh!" Mihoshi replied cleverly.

"Yeah, me, too," he replied.

Heh.

He glanced down, then grinned stupidly.  "I've always
thought so, but no one would believe me."  He laughed
uproariously at his own joke.

"Hmph, you wish," she replied, suddenly catty.  "In that
case, make it a five."

Heh

"Hey!"

"Y'know," she said thoughtfully, tapping her chin.  "I
really wish you'd get one of those 'Prince Arberts'."

His hands flew to his bare groin, covering it protectively.
"No way!  There ain't no way I'm going let some freak doctor cut
my dick off and replace it with one grown in a vat!"

Heh. I guess that would be one way of doing it: A Frankenweenie as it were

He pulled out a small wad of strange clothes, obviously
none of theirs.  The clothes only came in three shades, white,
grey, and yellow.  It was all cloth, too, not pseudoleather.

Hmm. So the assassing thinks Mihoshi has the bag. That makes sense on why he
was wrong twice.

Ura shook her head.  "No, no, I swear, you can be such a
dimwit sometimes, Amaraba.  This is like that powder makeup
stuff."

Heh. Of course, it might be, since it is alien.

Amaraba gulped and nodded.  "I'd say we pack it and haul
ass, but..."

Being on a ship doesn't make that optional.

"Why don't we switch back?" he offered.  "I mean, if we
didn't notice that we got the wrong bag until now, what are the
odds the lesbian did?  Most of the passengers just threw their
stuff in their cabins and hit the casino, anyway."

Ura sniffled and wiped her nose across his bare chest,
leaving a cool trail of mucus.

Yuck

Amaraba looked her square in the eye.  "Shit."

Just have to do it randomly. :)

Hope to get to the next part before too long. excellent work.

D.B. Sommer

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