David Wong here.  Having problems with Yahoo so I'm using my parent's
email account temporarily.

Disclaimer: Star Wars - Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy belongs to Lucas Arts.
Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi and Viz Video.

A Star Wars-Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy/Ranma One-half fusion

The Jedi of Chaos
Chapter 4 (initial draft)

Unfortunately for all concerned, the ride on the transport back to the
Academy was not one bit peaceful.  The whole trip was a clash of wills
between Rosh Penin and Narissa/Xi-an Phu.  Ever since they had left Kyle
and two students back at the Temple five minute ago, Luke Skywalker
found himself wishing that he had chosen to stay behind as well.

Narissa/Xi-an Phu was tightly bound with some spare industrial grade
wire coiling and was sitting on the floor of the transport.  Kam and
Luke were sitting to each side and were keeping a close eye on her,
monitoring for any signs of Force use that might lead to an escape
attempt.  So far, there had been none at all and with good reason.  Her
full attention was completely focused on Rosh.

While they had been searching for clues at the Temple, Luke had sent
Mara Jade a message with the transport's computer briefly explaining the
situation and had requested for some ysalamari.  Mara had quickly
responded and had told him that he had caught her on a free day; she
would swing by later that night to deliver the Force-nullifying creature
personally.

Luke was looking forward to her visit; actually, he was grasping at
anything that would help distract him from the quarrel taking place on
the transport.  It was beginning to wear on him rather quickly, which
was surprising.  It seemed to him, as unlikely as it was, that some of
his past harrowing adventures certainly hadn't come this close in taxing
his nerves.  Now, it was all he could do just to keep from getting too
irritated and concentrate on the remaining distance to the Academy.

The Jedi code preached about patience, which was fine and all, but the
situation was getting rather ridiculous.

"Listen up, Shampoo, or whatever the hell your name is, I am NOT your
husband, you are NOT my wife, and we are NOT married."

Kam Solusar, a man well known for his taciturn nature, appeared to be
tolerating it pretty well.  However, if a person looked close enough,
they would have detected the smallest signs of annoyance slowly creeping
into his eyes.

"It's XI-AN PHU, you idiot!  Get a clue already!  God, that's the fourth
time you've said my name wrong!"

Like he had done with Aserna back in the shuttlecraft, Ranma Korr was
tuning them out.  He looked over the side at the swiftly passing trees
below, seemingly oblivious to the raging argument.

"Fine, 'Shi-Am Feyu', look, I'm telling you to leave me alone and go
find some other poor sap to crush to death."  Rosh winced, remembering
the glomp of pain she'd done to him.  Damn, but that had just about
killed him by squeezing the oxygen out of his lungs!  Stupid blonde
homicidal maniac!  Despite her firm declarations about leaving those -
what did she call them? - Disciples of Ragnos, the young Penin didn't
believe it for a second.  Neither did Masters Skywalker and Solusar, he
was certain of that.

Something in Rosh's demand made Ranma shiver.  Ignoring it as nothing,
he continued on what he was doing.

Unlike their instructors, the students onboard weren't trying to ignore
what was going on.  In fact, they were taking an avid interest in it,
eagerly soaking up the amusement factor for all it was worth.  This was
ten times better than one of those soaps on the holovid!

Rosh snorted in growing frustration.  After what had happened that day,
he wasn't about to put up with any more unnecessary crap.  "I'll say it
as many times as needed until you finally get it into your thick skull.
We ARE not married!  Jeez, you're such an airhead, almost as worse as
Aserna!"

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Xi-an Phu didn't know who this
'Aserna' person was, but she had a suspicion that she'd just been
insulted.  Of all the nerve!

Sure, she'd expected some hesitation and certainly a little reluctance
from him, not full blown hostility and anger!  Though, after being
exposed to the 'outside world', Xi-an could understand where Rosh was
coming from; after all from his point of view, a half hour ago she had
been trying to kill him.

And there was another thing to consider.  Now that she wasn't attached
to Crimson, she had already decided that she'd go back to being called
Xi-an Phu.  Narissa had been Crimson's 'new' name for her, and
personally, she'd thought it had sounded pretty neat.  But since she had
a new husband, she would have to cast off that name and resort to her
original one.  Oh well, that was the law of the Joketsukou Clan, and she
would abide by it.

"Will both of you please quiet down!?  You're not the only ones on this
transport, you know," Luke scolded them, an annoyed edge to his voice.

Rosh had the grace to look ashamed.  Dropping his volume to normal
levels, he said, "Sorry about that, Master Skywalker.  It's, it's just
that the Psycho Blonde over there refuses to drop that stupid fairytale
that I'm her husband!"

For Xi-an, she 'conveniently' only heard the last three words of Rosh's
sentence.  Her expression brightened and she would've clapped her hands
together in delight had they not been tied.  "Oh sweetie, you DO admit
it!  In that case, it won't be long until we can consummate our
marriage!!"

Rosh visibly blanched at the thought of being in the same room with her,
though at the same time another part of him was excited at hearing her
proclamation.  A wild thought ran through his mind; in the bed, would
she either strangle him to death or engage in long, exhaustive hours of
sex?

(Un)Fortunately, his sense of self-preservation came to the fore.  "No,
I am NOT and we WON'T!" he shouted angrily, folding his arms over his
chest in a show of utter defiance.

"You are too!  Joketsukou Clan's laws clearly state that in the event of
a male outsider, in this case - you -, decisively defeats a female
warrior, like me for instance, in combat than said female warrior has to
give the male a sign of her affection and then the two are formally
married.  End of story," she stated, a satisfied look on her face.

However, that wasn't the end of the story in Rosh's opinion.  He shook
his head, snickering at the sheer incredibility of that law.  "That is
so full of rubbish that an idiot can see it!  And I'm reminding you
again, stupid laws or no, I am not your husband and I don't want
anything to do with you.  End. Of.  Story."

To Luke's growing dismay, the two of them suddenly began squabbling in a
manner completely unsuitable for people of their respective ages.

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

Ranma suddenly turned to his seatmate and remarked, "Interesting, isn't
it?  It seems to me that they fight like a married couple already."

Kam Solusar, taking this chance to listen to something else besides
Penin or Xi-an, smirked.  "Yeah, pretty interesting."

Luke barely stifled the urge to slap his head in frustration at the
childish display in front of him.  "My Academy for an anti-ache pill,"
he muttered.  Gods, how he wished he was home already.

/**************/

"Here we are folks, home safe and sound!" the driver announced
cheerfully, parking in front of the Academy's main entrance.

"Thank the Force," muttered Rosh, feeling relieved since he wouldn't
have to spend any more time in HER presence.  He threw Xi-an a smug
smirk; she returned it with a happy smile, thinking that her husband was
lightening up about her.

The students were disappointed because their source of amusement was no
more and gave a groan to show it.

Luke was also relieved, though it wasn't obvious.  After all, now he
could go to his room and pop a tablet or two to erase the migraine he
was feeling.  Once that was done, he could greet the newcomers, well, at
least the ones who weren't badly injured.

Ranma was focusing on when and how to tell Skywalker about his
condition.

Though she was still tied up, and her legs had long since gone dead, Xi-
an was admiring the workmanship of the Academy.  Her great great great
grandmother Kul-an would've definitely approved.

While he was putting up a facade of his normal stoic self, what Kam
really needed was an immediate visit to the nearest lavatory.  Quickly
informing Luke that he had some pressing business to attend to, he was
the first one off the transport.  As soon as he rounded the corner of
the entrance, his feet quickly began pounding a rapid pace towards the
nearest public lavatory.

Luke stared curiously at Kam, then looked at the departing students,
picking out two of them in particular.  "Ranma, Rosh, could you escort
Ms. Phu here to the holding cells on Level 3?  Mr. Koun Twitkeat, could
you show them the way and also help keep an eye on her as well?"

One of the students bowed respectfully to Luke.  "As you wish, Master
Skywalker."  Then, as he turned to regard the two shorter men, his
entire bearing changed into something less humble and more
arrogant.  "Follow me, candidates," Koun ordered in an imperious
sounding tone, turning around and starting towards the main entrance.

Freshly irritated at meeting a second arrogant individual, Rosh opened
his mouth to challenge Koun's assumptive attitude but was interrupted by
Xi-an.  "Holding cells?  Prison?" she asked in surprise.  "How come? I
should be staying with my husband in his room!"

The young Penin growled at what he viewed as a pathetic attempt to be
clueless and innocent.  The memory of her rushing at him with a
lightsaber was, needless to say, the stuff of nightmares.

"Shut up, you Psycho Barbie!" he growled.  "No one here is stupid enough
to let someone like you free to roam around and kill us in our sleep!
Besides, I'm not even sure that a holding cell is enough; in fact, I
think we should just, well, make sure right here and now that she won't
be able to do any more harm."

With that in mind, Rosh turned to the one person he'd never thought he'd
ask a favor of.

With one of his most serious looks on his face, he said, "Korr, you have
the gun.  You've seen how dangerous her and hers were.  Would YOU feel
comfortable sleeping with her around in the Academy?  Even in a cell?
With her Force powers and all?"

As she heard this, Xi-an eyed Ranma and then felt growing doubt as she
did so.  Her husband's acquaintance was indeed quite a scary one.  That
emotionless face of his, those ice-cold eyes...  It made a shiver run up
her spine, and with good reason.

The Joketsukou Clan fought, trained, and lived passionately.  It was an
integral part of their lifestyle, and none of them believed that any
other way was for them.  Someone like Ranma Korr was a living antithesis
to every fierce, tough Joketsukou member.  His very presence insulted
her upbringing, and each time she looked at his cold, expressionless
face, she became angry and completely confused.

Ranma's eyes narrowed as he regarded Xi-an's figure, and remembered how
viciously her dark blue haired leader fought.  For the first time since
they'd met, Penin had actually brought up something important for a
change.  Ranma was surprised at that, but he was even more surprised
about discovering that he agreed with Penin on this particular matter.
With that, he came to a quick decision and then suddenly drew his gun
and fired.

Only with the Force was Luke able to react in time.  His light-blue
energy blade flashed into existence and safely deflected the laser bolt
down into the transport's floor.  A burnt mark appeared at the point of
impact, smoke wafting up from it.

"Stand down, Ranma Korr!" he ordered in a steely tone of voice.
"Reholster your gun; this girl is no longer a threat!"

Koun Twitkeat became enraged at the sight of Xi-an Phu being endangered
by a lowly candidate and acted immediately to discourage any further
attempts.  For some reason, he failed to see the risk in attacking a man
armed with a gun and also, since he'd been raised by a high class
Alderaan family who frowned on acting dishonorably, Koun thus began to
state his intentions in a clear voice.

Let it be known that most multi-verse analogues of Tatewaki Kunou lacked
common sense at any given time.

"Fiend!  You dare threaten the life of my divine blonde angel?  I, Koun
Twitkeat, shall punish you---Ooooooooff!"  Unfortunately for him,
however, Ranma had been long aware and immediately reacted with a back
kick.  Resulting with a foot in his stomach, Koun was caught in mid-leap
and abruptly was knocked down by the sudden loss of momentum.

"Idiot," snorted Rosh in contempt, conveniently forgetting that he
himself had tried a similar attack on Ranma, which had also failed
miserably.

Dismissing Koun as minor irritant, Ranma returned his attention back to
Luke and Xi-an Phu, and as if he hadn't been interrupted, he continued
speaking.

"A threat she may not be for the moment," he corrected, his blaster not
budging an inch.  "My apologies for firing on Academy grounds, but
surprisingly, I find myself agreeing with Penn on this part.  I don't
think that an enemy possessing such Force abilities like hers would be
able to be contained by a normal jail cell.  Nor do I think that anyone,
with the exception of mercenaries and cowards, could switch loyalties in
an eye blink.  She has to have some sort of scheme planned."

"That's right!" Rosh exclaimed.  "One minute she's trying to kill me and
the next she's calling me her husband and trying to drag me off to bed!?
There's something definitely wrong with this picture!"

His self-proclaimed 'wife', having already recovered from the shock of
being fired at while being a prisoner, chose this moment to correct
Rosh's statement.  "Wait, you've got it all wrong!  I SO wasn't going to
kill you!  Knock you out, probably.  Seduce you, certainly--" she
trailed off.  Her cheeks blushed a deep red as she said shyly, "Oh my, I
said that out loud, didn't I?"

Luke had no knowledge of what the exact term was, but it suddenly felt
as if for no reason at all he would suddenly fall flat on his face.  On
the other hand, possessing less self-composure, Rosh and the three other
students did just that and shook the transport with their collective
impacts.

Koun's jaw dropped open as he stared at the voluptuous blonde in open
lust.  Why she chose to seduce a skinny, lowborn peasant instead of a
noble son of the Twitkeat family was completely beyond his
understanding.  Yes, he could see it now!  That was it; Penin must have
used the Force to meddle with her mind.  Therefore, it was his duty to
save her from his evil plot and defend her from Korr's homicidal
tendencies!

"No, my fair princess!  He is addling your mind with his detestable mind
tricks; you must resist him!  Join with me and I will protect your
maidenhood!" Koun exclaimed in denial.  Knotting his fists in
frustration, the young Twitkeat fervently wished that his lightsaber was
already constructed!  Unfortunately, his graduation to the rank of Jedi
Knight was months away, and that was the only time when he would be
allowed to make it.

Everyone else looked at him in confusion and wondered what the hell he
was talking about.  For his part, Rosh's right eye twitched as he glared
at the apparently demented fool.

"My maidenhood?" asked Xi-an, looking puzzled.  She blinked her eyes and
said, "I'm afraid that you're mistaken.  My 'maidenhood' was taken years
ago."

"Damn!" cursed one of the younger students, which was ignored by
everyone else.

Rosh became uneasy at the disturbing light that appeared in Twitkeat's
eyes.  He began cursing under his breath as Koun turned his whole
attention towards him, looking as if there was nothing else in the world
he would've loved to do than to strangle Rosh.  "Damn it, I'm surrounded
by fruitcakes!"

Koun's cobalt eyes gleamed eerily and he spoke in a slightly trembling
fashion.  "So, the peasant Penin deflowered my lovely warrior goddess
long ago, did he?  You thought you could get away with that abominable
act, you vile enemy of women!?"

"Hey, I'm not your 'lovely warrior goddess', you idiot!  Only Rosh-honey
can call me that!"

Rosh threw Xi-an a fierce glare.  "You shut up!  You're only making
things worse, you psychotic Barbie!"  He turned his attention to Koun.
"Enemy of women?  Dude, seriously, what the HELL have you been smoking?
I didn't even know the psychotic Barbie until earlier today, which is
something that I will regret for the rest of my life!"

Crimson's former subordinate scowled at him, not liking at all his
chosen nickname for her.  "Don't call me that, Rosh-honey!  My name's
Xi-an!  Xi-an!"

Luke rubbed his head and groaned under his breath.  The migraine had
just invited its younger sibling along for the ride.  At this rate, he
would need the full bottle.

Ignoring the side conversation going on around him, Ranma continued to
address the Jedi Master.

"You can't afford to trust people like her; I know their type all too
well.  They pretend to be your friend and gain your trust and then
-BAM!!- they betray you at a critical point.  She's trying to fool you
into thinking that she won't make any trouble; however--," his eyes
narrowed and his voice became harsher.  "--She doesn't fool me, not even
in the slightest.  I do not care to live in the same place with a known
enemy.  Please move clear, Skywalker, I can at least remove one more
monster from this galaxy."

Keeping his senses on alert, just in case, Luke used the Force to emit
waves of calm.  "I have used the Force to verify her intentions.  I
sincerely believe that she doesn't mean us any harm in any way, and of
this minute, Xi-an has no desire to return to the Disciples of Ragnos."

"She could be faking it," Rosh suggested, taking a breather from the
three-way argument going on between him, Xi-an, and Twitkeat.

"Possible," Ranma admitted.  "Though I'm certain that Luke Skywalker
would not be so easily deceived by someone possessing an inferior level
of mastery in the Force."

"I wouldn't be," Luke asserted.  Then his features hardened and the
Force added an edge to his voice.  "Now stand down! That is not a
request!"

Ranma didn't want to take the chance of Xi-an Phu putting a vibroblade
in their backs, but nor did he want to be at odds with Skywalker.  He
paused for a moment, and then holstered his gun.  "I don't know how you
plan to contain her, but hear me now.  Regardless of what you said about
her intentions, if my instincts tell me that she's planning something, I
will not hesitate to stop her at any cost."

Luke gazed into Ranma's eyes and saw that the younger man meant it
completely.  Normally, he would have decried such an announcement as an
act of the Dark Side, but in Ranma's case, it was different. His
declaration was spoken with true conviction and in a matter of fact way;
there was no hate, or anger, or any other heavy emotion emanating within
him.

In fact, Luke found it difficult to sense anything besides a feeling of
frozen ice from him.  Either the bulk of Ranma's Force potential was so
deeply buried within that ice or it was so small as to be almost
insignificant.  Which one was it?

Putting it aside for now, Luke said, "I understand where your concerns
are coming from, and I promise to you that I do have knowledge of a way
to render Ms. Phu's Force abilities completely powerless.  All I ask is
that you trust me in this matter."

Several moments of silence passed.  Ranma and Luke locked eyes and then
finally an understanding passed between them.  Nodding curtly, Ranma
bowed to the Jedi Master in respect and went towards the main entrance.
Shooting a confused glance at Luke, Rosh followed him, intent on asking
a few questions.

As soon as Ranma turned his back, the tension escaped from everyone
else.  Luke sighed out loud, thinking of the possible problems ahead and
deactivated his lightsaber.  Suddenly remembering to breathe again, the
three students dropped gracelessly down to the transport's seats and
wiped the sweat off their faces.

Koun glared wrathfully at the retreating figure of Ranma.  "Such an ill-
mannered peasant; how dare he treat a flower of beauty so?"  Turning to
face Luke, he said, "Fear not, Master Skywalker.  I, Koun Twitkeat,
eldest child of the noble Twitkeat family, once of Alderaan, would
gracefully allow myself to offer you aid in escorting the paragon of
loveliness behind your person."

Barely withstanding the temptation to roll his eyes in amused
exasperation, Luke asked him to help Xi-an Phu in standing up.

/**************/

"Hey Ranma, hold up a bit!  What's the rush? Where you going?" Rosh
asked, matching Ranma's quick stride.

"What is it?"

"Look, don't take this the wrong way, but I gotta say thanks for backing
me up."

"I didn't do it for you.  I did what I did because that Xi-an woman is a
possible threat.  Her leader almost killed me when I fought her, thus
implying that Xi-an is well versed in lightsaber combat and Force
manipulation.  That kind of association is definitely something that I
will not overlook."

"Wait a second, you fought her leader?" Rosh asked in disbelief.

"I believe I said that already," Ranma told him.

"Her leader?  Short blood-thirsty psycho killer bitch with a red
lightsaber?"

Ranma nodded that Rosh was indeed on the right track.

"You, you fought her?  And won?  No way!  How the hell did you manage to
defeat someone who's armed with a lightsaber and can use the Force like
no one's business?"

Ranma gestured at his lightsaber.  In reply, Rosh shook his head and
said, "Okay, fine, you were also armed with a lightsaber.  But even with
that, and also plus I'm assuming that you can handle that thing just
fine, she had a huge advantage over you with those Force powers of
hers!"

"She did," Ranma admitted.  "In fact, she had me on the defensive until
the very end."

"What happened then?"

A smile of cold satisfaction appeared.  "You could say that she .......
underestimated me."

Rosh was about to ask what Ranma meant by that when he was interrupted
by a half familiar voice from behind them, one that twisted his gut into
a sudden turmoil of dread.

"Mr. Korr!  Rosh!  Aiyeeeeeee!  Yer both aw'right!"

Rosh twisted his head and looked at Ranma.  "Oh gods, please no," he
moaned in heartfelt desperation.  "Don't tell me that's--"

"Aserna Kowpath'k," Ranma finished, nodding his head in calm
resignation.  That was all the time they had to react before the 
over-the-top cheerful Zabrak ex-nurse slammed into them in a tight hug.

While Ranma bore this sign of friendly affection almost indifferently,
Rosh had quite a different reaction.  Just an hour ago, he had been
battered about by rolling downhill over many decent-sized stones and
rocks.  That meant any kind of pressure against his body was a big no-
no.

Pity Aserna didn't know that.  Pity Rosh even more as he almost fainted
from the magnitude of pain that ripped through him.  It was only her
strong grip that kept him from falling to his knees. Damn, this
time had felt even worse than when Xi-an Phu had jumped him!

Quick reflexes or not, Ranma was caught off guard by the glomp.  Under
the Soul of Ice though, his emotions were suppressed and he didn't feel
anything from it, though his body did register the heat of her body as
she happily pressed against him.

Cheerfully oblivious to what she had just subjected Rosh to, Aserna
smiled happily as she slowly released them.  She was just so relieved;
the whole time they'd been gone she'd been so worried about them that
she just couldn't stop talking.  Her patients had shared her
apprehension.  They had to have been worried about the two men also, why
else they all had groaned and muttered nonstop?

Then she noticed all the bruises on Rosh's face.  Concern instantly
replaced her happiness as she reached out to him, wincing at his
condition.  "Huney, what happened?  Who did this ta ya?"

Grimacing at the memory, Rosh shook his head and replied, "Loooong
story, and one that I'm not that eager to tell.  By the way Aserna,
where is everyone and how're they doing?"

"Well, fer some of 'em, they're bein' patched up in Medbay.  Th' others
are dunked in th' bacta tanks on th' lower levels an' should be gud as
new in a week or two!"  Then a proud smile lit up her face.  "An' guess
what!?  Turns out that Mast'r Skywalker called in one of his form'ah
students, a Mon Cal' 'bassador named Cighal, and yers truly 's gonna be
a Jedi Healer 'prentice ta her!"

"That's good!" For me, Rosh added silently.  Thank the Force.  For a
moment there, he feared that he would be stuck with Aserna practically
twelve hours a day.  She was nice, but better Cighal than him, he
figured.

Aserna snapped her fingers.  "Oh yeah, Ah jus' remembered!  I'm s'posed
ta take th' both of ya ta Mast'r Tionne fer ya orientation!  Come on,
off we go ta th' Records room!"

An hour later, Rosh was in the room that he'd been assigned to live in
for the duration of his stay. After meeting Mistress Tionne, who was as
beautiful as any woman he'd ever seen, who had given him and Ranma the
grand tour, they had been assigned to their rooms.  The two of them were
on the same floor, Rosh at the end of the hall with Ranma near the
staircase.

Surprisingly, Rosh had found out that he didn't mind that he was living
near Ranma.  In fact,considering that Ranma had agreed with him on Xi-an
Phu being a threat, Rosh reasoned that since the ponytailed man had both
a lightsaber and a blaster, he would be the first line of defense should
Xi-an Phu somehow escape and choose to finish Rosh off.

With those thoughts in mind, Rosh began unpacking his baggage case and
whistled a cheerful tune, feeling much better.

For the newest candidates, the day finally came to an end.  The pilot of
the shuttlecraft, along with the Twi-lek couple and one of the Kel'dor
males were in sleeping fitfully in Medbay.  The rest, being more
seriously injured, were peacefully bobbing in the bacta tanks.  Aserna
was already sleeping in her quarters, as was Dah'kk in his.  Rosh soon
joined them after he finished his unpacking.

However, for two people, the night was still young.

Xi-an Phu was in her cell, a look of resignment on her face as she
reflected upon the sudden change in her life.  Outside the cell and
assigned to watch her until Mara Jade arrived, Kam Solusar and Koun
Twitkeat were bored, though they still kept alert.  Kam soon fell into a
meditation trance while Koun fell into a lustful, staring trance that
confused Xi-an, who didn't know whether to feel angry or flattered.

Despite everything that had happened that day, Ranma Korr wasn't tired
at all.  He wandered the Academy for a bit, eventually ending up in the
cafeteria where he saw Luke and Kyle eating dinner.Not hesitating at
all, he headed straight for their table and was bidded by Kyle to have a
seat.

"Something on your mind, kid?" Kyle asked.

"More than I wished I had," Ranma admitted expressionlessly.  He shifted
his attention towards Luke.

"Sensei Skywalker, I'll tell you right here and now that once before in
my life, I was harshly betrayed by someone I completely trusted, someone
I viewed as a role model and looked up to.  And in the process of doing
so, my life was nearly ruined and I would have allowed myself to die had
it not been for Sensei Galdern."

Intrigued and more than a little concerned, Luke managed to temporarily
push aside his ambiguous opinion of the boy's character and took a
neutral pose.  There was still a good two hours before Mara arrived with
the ysalamari.  In the meantime he would lend an ear and see if he and
Kyle could be of any help to Ranma.

"Tell us what you can," the Jedi Master encouraged gently.  Kyle rested
his arms on the table and leaned forward, his food suddenly forgotten.

Ranma briefly closed his eyes to prepare himself, and then he started
talking.

End Chapter 4

Began July 5, 2006
Finished July 15, 2006

Author's Notes:

Yay, finally completed this one.  Gonna take a break from writing any
more new material for JOC because I want to do the revision for the
Equal Halves spin-off (which needs a name) as well as finish off the
final revisions for earlier JOC chapters.




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