Crossover Fan Fiction ❯ Blended Dimensions ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Hibiki54 
Anime/Manga: Crossover Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.21.2005 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 519 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Crossover Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.21.2005 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 519 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer:I already put it up. Read last chapter moron!!
In the last chapter.... Buddy, Montel and Ranma Saotome; three demensional travellers arrived in the Zoids universe in their mecha. Since then, they stole stuff and became mercenaries.
Now...
Blended Demensions
By Bud
Chapter 2
For the past couple of months the 08th MS Team, the name they finally decided on much to Montel's enjoyment, have been earning themselves a handful of respect from other mercs in the higher ranks. With that respect came with a sense of fear. It was mostly due to their seemingly growning reputation on the battlefield.
Deadly presicion was their perk.
Contrary to belief, they never took an actual mission were they had to assult or capture someone. They mostly took simple garrison assignment guarding convoys and sometimes a building or something of the such. It was just their luck that someone or someones with a price on their head decided to attack during their shift.
They didn't make as much money on missions, as most mercs since they didn't take the more difficult. They made a nice sum on turning in the odd bandit or two. The bonuses were nice also. That didn't mean they didn't have money problems.
Most zoid pilots would spend most of their money repairing their Zoid after an assignment and slowly save up before they could purchase more effective equipment. Example: One pilot would spend a whole 10 years in his command wolf, slowly saving up until he could purchase a Zoid like an Elephander or even a Dark Horn.
That wasn't the case with the 08th MS Team though...
"WHAT?!" Bud shouted at the dealer from across him. "You gotta be kidding me! THIS much for just 10 thousand rounds?!"
The dealer, an old fat man with only a halo of grey hair wearing a blue hawaiian shirt and shorts snorted. "Das' right brutha! Dee'z ting'z dun'ah come cheap ya know!" He shoved the bill into Buddy's face. "1,500 rounds of 40mm high-velocity depleted transuranium shells per clip. Jes like ya said bruh. Das five clips total plus da shippin' n' handlin an' not ta mention dah loadin' fee. An' 'twas ah custom job man."
Sigh. "Alright, alright. I'll pay." He pulled out his cash card. "Take the full amount plus advance pay on another 20 thousand rounds and the unit used to load the clips." He paused. "And I want them here in two weeks! Got that?!"
"Yessir! U' da man brutha! Me and Meah boyz get it dun quik fo ya!"
That was almost all of our money, Buddy thought. Oh well.
As for the rest of their money....
GRUB! CHOMP! SWOLLOW!
SCARF! MUNCH! CHEW!!
"Hey! That's mine jerk!" Ranma snatched back his huge piece of desert chicken from Montel.
"Fuck you cuz! I'm a grownin' niggah cuz!" Steal's Ranma's chicken breast. "Us black folk loves the fried chicken."
Buddy laughed. "Amen my brutha!" Ranma suddenly turned into Ranko.
"Hey Bud-man. I really like the fact that we're good friends. I love you man!" She slowly tried to reach for his soda.
"You can't have my Pepsi, Ranko"
"...."
Montel was crackin' up.
And the rest of their money...
HADOKEN!
HUUH!
HADOKEN!
(Teleport sound)
SHINKU HADOKEN!
BLOCKED!
A leg sweep then...SHUN GO-SATSU!!!!
"Fucker!! I blocked that!" Ranma shouted. "Rematch!"
Bud just smirked at him. "That's the 5th rematch already dude. Give it up. Martial Arts don't go with video games! Hah!"
Montel put his hand out. "I'm next anyway."
Ranma put the control down and pouted in a corner. "You cheated somehow..."
"Bah! Don't hate cuz you suck at street fighter."
And the rest....
SNORE!
Zzz... Snore..Zzz..
Montel threw a pillow at Buddy and Ranma as they snored away. How could a guy sleep with twin buzzsaws keeping him up?
SNOREEE!!!
"DIE!!"
A few moments and struggle later, Montel was knocked out over a destroyed wooden table while Bud and Ranma snored away.
"... ranma... get the tables.." Bud murmured in his sleep.
Ranma shifted around "..zzzz... wazzzzaaap...zzz.."
Republic presidential office...
"Madam President. I've just recieved word from my sources that the Empire will be attack us soon. It was all I got before transmission was cut off. We don't know when but it was comfirmed by internal spys that Gairos Empire is mobilizing." spoke a rotund man in a Republic uniform.
President Lewiz Teresa Camford looked a bit worried about the news. "I've heard rumors of this, but I did not think it was true. Status of our army?"
The man looked a little solem. "We are down almost to a third of our full power, and it would take months to completely train enough soldiers and pilot zoids. We would be highly out numbered if they attacked in full force."
"I see...." she turned in her seat to look out of her office window.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, what is it commander?" she turned around.
He fidgeted a little under her harsh gaze. "I've heard rumors of Zoid mercenary groups operating on the southern border between us and the Empire."
"The Nest? The neutral city? I heard of it. Go on."
He got her interested, good. "There is one particular rumor that caught my interest. A group of zoids, classification unknown, has been recently earning themselves a good rep. I researched a little and got more detailed info." He pulled out a manila folder and handed it to her. "I discused this with Captain Herman a few moments ago. He thought it would be a good idea to... hire these mercs until our force come to full strength."
She casually flipped through each page, but stopped on the last. "Identification of the pilots?"
He sighed. "Not to anyone's knowledge. Only ones known outside of the group are their mechanical engineers and weapons master. They act annoymous."
Now she was very interested. "Tell Herman I give him the go ahead. Hire these mercenaries, but I want to schedule an interview with them."
He snapped to attention and saluted. "Yes ma'am!"
"The 08th MS Team, hmm?" she thought to herself.
A dust cloud rumbled across the desert highway heading west bound in Republic territory. A large desert striped truck with a large '08' on the hood and sides of the truck, sped along pulling it's 3 trailers and tarpped cargo. It was a long trip to their destination, so they had to do something besides sitting back and watching the road pass by.
"Oh no! The fights out!" Bud rapped out. "I'm 'bout to punch yo... lights out!"
"Get da fuk back!" Montel joined in. "Guard yer grill!"
"Somthin wrong, we can't stand still!"
"I been drinking and bustin' tunes and I, keep thinkin' of bustin' you"
"Upside ya mutha fukin' fo'head!"
"An' if yer friends jump in'..."
"Ooooh girl...."
"THERE BE MO' DEAD!" They chorused.
"Causin' confusion disturbin' da peace it's.. not an illusiun we runnin' dah streetz uh!"
"So bye-bye to all your groupies and gold diggahz, if there a bumpah on yo ass, No niggah!"
Buddy solo'ed. "I do a hundred on the highway! An' if you do tha speed limit git da FUCK outta my way! I'm D.U.I. hardly 'eva caught soobah, and you about to get RAN tha fuck ovah!"
"MOVE BITCH! GET OUT THE WAY! GET OUT THE WAY BITCH! GET OUT THE WAY!"
"You both are losers." Ranma dead-panned.
Montel turned to him. "Hey dick. Can ya think of a better drivin' song than that? No, I thought not." Ranma smirked.
"Of course I can." He took a deep breath. "Yappa-pa Yappa-pa ishi---- UMPH!!"
Buddy retracted his fist from Ranma's nose. "None of that thank you." He started to slow down the truck, giving them more than enough time to discuss business. "We got a big job ahead. I don't know what it is but the people that put it up are very influencal and powerful. I still don' know why they want us though."
"Maybe it's the fact that they heard of the God of Death and his recent exploits." Guess who said that.
"No way man. It's cause they heard of my skills as a martial arts mecha pilot." Do you need to know?
Bud groans, hitting his head repeatedly. "I'm surrounded by morons." He paused. "Imagine?"
A few minutes later...
"So the Republic wants us huh?" Montel looked a little confused. "Don't they got that big ass Zoid or whatever if is? Gaydulus or whatever."
"Gojulus. Kinda like a T-Rex but slow and just as deadly in firepower. Didn't you see that episode?"
"Not really."
Ranma asked, "What's the Republic?"
That's legitimate of a question, Buddy thought. "The Republic is one of the largest nations on Zi and has one of the most powerful armies. They own everything west of The Nest up to the southern coast, which is where we're headin'."
"They got an enemy too. The Gairos Empire, or just the Empire. Similiar in strength and owns everything east of the Haven." Montel supplied.
"So, were gonna go to this Republic place and fight for them or somethin'? Cool."
Buddy smirked. "Thaaat's right, biatch!"
He shifted gears and tore down the highway. "New Helic City, here we come!"
A day later...
Bud pulled over to the curb at the way-station on the border of New Helic City. After applying his brakes, he jumped out to confront the officer that pulled him over. Showing his license and registration (something he acquired at The Nest), he explained the situation.
"I apologize officer, but we're late for an oppointment with some high ranking officials. I wasn't going that fast was I?"
The New Helic officer, wearing a standard patrolman's uniform yet had on a pair of Rayban's and a bandana, looked at him as if he was crazy. "Wasn't goin' that fast? Boy, you were goin' 200kph! And this highway only allows 140kph for your type of vehicle!"
"Geez, I didn't know. Guess that sign that I hit on the way had a posted limit... uhh.. Oops!"
"What?! You better not be joking boy! 'Cause I don't like jokes." The cop started to rant. "Cause your in my yard! And when your in my yard... your in my yard! And I don't want you in my yard. 'Cause my yard.. It's my yard!"
Montel and Ranma sweated.
"Sir?" Bud tried to get his attention. "Sir!" No choice. "HEY FUCKO!"
"What did you call me boy?"
"I called you a fucko, ya pig!" Bud bitch-slapped the officer, somehow knocking him out. "Oops."
A few hours laters....
Bud pulled over to the curb at the entrance to a military facility, setting his brakes and hopping out of the truck. He walked up to a guard showing his identification and some offical paperwork.
"Hello, I'm here representing Nest Merc Committee. Me and my team was called by request of... " He read the paper. "Lewiz Teresa Camford. Can you direct me to her?"
The guard looked at the paperwork, seeing it legit. "Give me a moment." Another guard took his place as he entered a guard booth.
This better not take long, thought Bud. A familiar siren caught his attention. "oh shit..."
The same cop that Bud bitchslapped earlier scretches to a hault in front of the guard post on his hover bike. "Arrest that man for assulting an officer of the peace. Arrest him no--- SMACK!"
Buddy wiped his hand on his shirt. "Damn pig..."
CLICK-CIK! CLICK! CHU-CHUK!! AIM!
"Ummm.. hi guys." Bud waved at the 12 or so soldiers pointing their rifles at him. "Nice weather, eh? hehe..ughh shit."
THUD! CLINK!! aim....
"Hi boys!" Ranko busted out of the top hatch of the truck holding a vulcan cannon that was 3 times her size like it was a toy. "Wanna play with me? Hee hee!" The barrel started rotating slowly.
A hand from below tugged on her pants. "What do ya want?! Can't you see I'm busy?!!"
Montel's head popped out holding a feeding belt. "You have no ammo dumb fuck." he said matter of factly.
Ranko peeled herself off of the ground. "Why didn't you tell me in the first place?!" She put her hands up. Followed suit by Buddy and Montel.
The guard finally returned. "Hey you guys are clear - what the hell is going on here?" he asked calmly. "Why is Officer Maricon on the ground?" He walks over and picks up the officer and starts bitch-slapping him. "Wake up fruit cake. Your embarrassing our city with your homosexual antics!" He kicks him in the nuts. "Damn bitch never stops being a numb-nutted ass reamer." He uncermoniously drops the cop in a dumpster, turning around not noticing the waste container being dumped into a refuse truck.
"So, you guys are clear."
Massive face-faults.
"Gee, that must hurt." The guard shrugged and took his post.
"Ah, so you finally arrived." Lewiz Teresa Camford, President of the Republic address the newcomers while gazing outside of her office. "Have a seat, please."
Montel sat. "Thanks ma'am."
"Sure. Why not." Ranma followed.
"I prefer to stand. Thank you."
The President turned to finally look at the men, only to find herself greeted by a treo of teenagers. Two asians and one black male. She would of voiced her opinion if not noticing the boy that remained standing. As President, she had seen what wars could do to a soldier.
Loss of body parts, wounds that would not heal. Mental disfunctions.
But scars were the biggest reminder to any battle-hardened warrior. A reminder of what they had to go through to achive the greater good, save a life or even remind them of a mistake. Each boy, no... man before her had scars, but the large asian looking one had nearly 4 times as more than the others.
"The 08th MS Team, am I correct?" she asked.
The scared man held them back from speaking up. "Affirmative. Let's get down to business." She nodded.
"I'm Buddy, or Bud. Air support and tactics. Spokesman for the team."
The casually dressed black man spoke up. "Hi, I'm Montel. Call me the God of Death." Lewiz eyed him, thinking he was crazy.
The man with the pig-tailed hair and oriental clothing introduce himself. "Ranma Saotome, School of Anything-Goes martial arts. Melee expert."
"If you didn't know, I'm Lewiz Teresa Camford. President of the Republic." She gestured to the man on her right. "This is Captain Rob Herman, he'll explain the situation to you."
The lights turned off and an over-head projection of New Helic appeared on screen. "As of 1400 hours two days ago, we have confirmed suspicion that the Gairos Empire is mobilizing Zoid and troop units to attack the Republic in force. From what our intel gathers, their target is unknown itself." Buddy raises his hand.
"Why would they attack the Republic?" He ask, yet knowing the answer already.
"I will get to that." Herman continues. "The war with the Empire has cost us alot of resources. As of yesterday, we've mobilized most of our forces to strength the border and started construction of more Zoids and training of more pilots and soldiers. Problem is, none of them will be ready for months. That is were you guys come in."
"So, we're doing garrison duty." Buddy said matter of factly.
Capt. Herman nodded. "Correct. Each one of you will be assigned one of the three key sectors of New Helic to defend." He used a laser pen to point on the projection and magnification to put in mroe detail. "One of you will guard the presidental residence along with the surrounding structures. Another will defend the main valley entrance to the city. You should of came through there when you arrived." They nodded. "And another will defend the main commerial district housing our zoid production facilities. It's a sure fire defense plan that would--"
"30 minutes." Ranma said, interupting the Captain.
Herman looked confused. "Excuse me?"
Ranma looked annoyed. "It would take 30 minutes for an army to take over the city with that defensive strategy. Whoever made it up is a complete idiot."
"Why you--!!"
"I apologize for my teammates outburst, sir. But I believe he is correct." Bud looked at him apologetically.
"Would you have a better defensive strategy, Mr... Bud." Herman calmed down enough to think straight. It usually isn't like him to give and outburst like that... but that Ranma, brought that out of him for some reason he didn't know.
Buddy stepped up and cleared his throat a little before he began. "The defense posted up is very good only if you expect heavy ground forces attack in a frontal assult. That leaves two openings. One, would be here." The bay to the sea lights up. "And the air. Using this defense, the enemy could easily mobilize zoids on the beach head via Whale King, and para-drop Zoids, tank armerments along the mountain range to bombard the city. It would only take 30 minutes to stop troop mobilization and us if they got us by surprise."
President Camford spoke up. "Do you suggest a different approach?"
"Yes indeed." He cleared the screen, bringing up the over-map again. "Air defense is automatically covered by me, so I won't get into that." He started again. "Stealth is the key here. That's Montel's department. He'll be posted 1 mile off of the beachhead underwater to monitor for any unsual activity." They zoomed in onto the sea where a red dot was used to dictate Montel's placement. "The next post is one that Herman already chose. The valley entrance. Ranma will be garrisoned there with zoids as cover-fire for him. Preferably Zoids with medium to anti-tank weaponry." Bud changed the screen to a view of New Helic from the mountains, whic happened to have the whole city in view including the valley and sea shore. "Captain Herman. Do you have any Gun Snipers avaliable?"
Herman was getting the picture and liking the idea. "Unfortunately, no. Nor have we anyone trained in long range firing of the type your looking for."
"I see." Bud sighed. "I guess I'll perform double duty on this one."
"Yo, Bud. What about Naomi Fluegel?" Montel asked. "Doesn't she have a Gun Sniper?"
"Ya mean that chick at the bar?" said Ranma.
Buddy's eyes go wide with glee. He calculated some numbers in his mind. "We'll take the job Miss President. On two conditions."
Everyone looked at him strangely.
"I thought we're doin' this for money?" Ranma whispered to Montel.
He shrugged. "That's what I thought."
"One." He held up a finger. "For the type of assignment and duration that you are hiring us form, I've come to a compromise. Supply us with our own personal hangar and give us access to any military supplies short of Code 1 and you've got us for as long as you like."
Herman and the President started conversing among themselves. From what Bud could tell, the captain wasn't really keen on the idea yet he wasn't against it either.
Herman asked. "You access to weaponry and supplies is clear, but why the hangar?"
"Isn't is obvious?" Montel finally spoke, getting their attention. "We need our own place to live and place our err... Zoids; That and we need supplies. What I think Bud is gettin' at, is that you give us a place to stay an' you got your own city militia of sorts. A unit that operates outside the military as city defense."
"'cuse me." Ranma stood and turned to leave.
A guard stepped in front of the door/exit. "Your not allowed to leave yet, sir." Ranma easily shoved him aside, knocking him out against the wall.
"Move, I gotta take a piss."
Bud picked himself up off the ground. "That's about it. Really."
President Lewiz closed her eyes in deep thought. 'Could I risk having these men in the city and depend on them solely as my peoples defenders...' Then it hit her. "You mentioned a second condition. What is it?"
"I see your smarter than you seem, Miss Camford." Bud smirked at her. "There's a Merc at the Nest that owns a red Gun Sniper that goes by the name of The Red Comet." An image of a sexy woman in skimpy red leather appears. "Get me Naomi Fluegel."
End of chapter 2
Note: Yappa-pa?! I love Ranma but the first season opener is queer.
Note:Ludacris wants you to get out of the way bitch.
Note:The stuff about the "Yard" is a play on the Undertaker from WWE. When he became the American Bad-Ass he once said: "This ring is my yard. And if you step into my yard, the big dogg will throw you out of his yard. Because this is MY yard." And so my friends started clowning about that shit.
Note:Naomi Fluegel was never in the classic Zoids series with Van and Fiona. This is probably both Zoids and Zoid Battle mixed together.
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In the last chapter.... Buddy, Montel and Ranma Saotome; three demensional travellers arrived in the Zoids universe in their mecha. Since then, they stole stuff and became mercenaries.
Now...
Blended Demensions
By Bud
Chapter 2
For the past couple of months the 08th MS Team, the name they finally decided on much to Montel's enjoyment, have been earning themselves a handful of respect from other mercs in the higher ranks. With that respect came with a sense of fear. It was mostly due to their seemingly growning reputation on the battlefield.
Deadly presicion was their perk.
Contrary to belief, they never took an actual mission were they had to assult or capture someone. They mostly took simple garrison assignment guarding convoys and sometimes a building or something of the such. It was just their luck that someone or someones with a price on their head decided to attack during their shift.
They didn't make as much money on missions, as most mercs since they didn't take the more difficult. They made a nice sum on turning in the odd bandit or two. The bonuses were nice also. That didn't mean they didn't have money problems.
Most zoid pilots would spend most of their money repairing their Zoid after an assignment and slowly save up before they could purchase more effective equipment. Example: One pilot would spend a whole 10 years in his command wolf, slowly saving up until he could purchase a Zoid like an Elephander or even a Dark Horn.
That wasn't the case with the 08th MS Team though...
"WHAT?!" Bud shouted at the dealer from across him. "You gotta be kidding me! THIS much for just 10 thousand rounds?!"
The dealer, an old fat man with only a halo of grey hair wearing a blue hawaiian shirt and shorts snorted. "Das' right brutha! Dee'z ting'z dun'ah come cheap ya know!" He shoved the bill into Buddy's face. "1,500 rounds of 40mm high-velocity depleted transuranium shells per clip. Jes like ya said bruh. Das five clips total plus da shippin' n' handlin an' not ta mention dah loadin' fee. An' 'twas ah custom job man."
Sigh. "Alright, alright. I'll pay." He pulled out his cash card. "Take the full amount plus advance pay on another 20 thousand rounds and the unit used to load the clips." He paused. "And I want them here in two weeks! Got that?!"
"Yessir! U' da man brutha! Me and Meah boyz get it dun quik fo ya!"
That was almost all of our money, Buddy thought. Oh well.
As for the rest of their money....
GRUB! CHOMP! SWOLLOW!
SCARF! MUNCH! CHEW!!
"Hey! That's mine jerk!" Ranma snatched back his huge piece of desert chicken from Montel.
"Fuck you cuz! I'm a grownin' niggah cuz!" Steal's Ranma's chicken breast. "Us black folk loves the fried chicken."
Buddy laughed. "Amen my brutha!" Ranma suddenly turned into Ranko.
"Hey Bud-man. I really like the fact that we're good friends. I love you man!" She slowly tried to reach for his soda.
"You can't have my Pepsi, Ranko"
"...."
Montel was crackin' up.
And the rest of their money...
HADOKEN!
HUUH!
HADOKEN!
(Teleport sound)
SHINKU HADOKEN!
BLOCKED!
A leg sweep then...SHUN GO-SATSU!!!!
"Fucker!! I blocked that!" Ranma shouted. "Rematch!"
Bud just smirked at him. "That's the 5th rematch already dude. Give it up. Martial Arts don't go with video games! Hah!"
Montel put his hand out. "I'm next anyway."
Ranma put the control down and pouted in a corner. "You cheated somehow..."
"Bah! Don't hate cuz you suck at street fighter."
And the rest....
SNORE!
Zzz... Snore..Zzz..
Montel threw a pillow at Buddy and Ranma as they snored away. How could a guy sleep with twin buzzsaws keeping him up?
SNOREEE!!!
"DIE!!"
A few moments and struggle later, Montel was knocked out over a destroyed wooden table while Bud and Ranma snored away.
"... ranma... get the tables.." Bud murmured in his sleep.
Ranma shifted around "..zzzz... wazzzzaaap...zzz.."
Republic presidential office...
"Madam President. I've just recieved word from my sources that the Empire will be attack us soon. It was all I got before transmission was cut off. We don't know when but it was comfirmed by internal spys that Gairos Empire is mobilizing." spoke a rotund man in a Republic uniform.
President Lewiz Teresa Camford looked a bit worried about the news. "I've heard rumors of this, but I did not think it was true. Status of our army?"
The man looked a little solem. "We are down almost to a third of our full power, and it would take months to completely train enough soldiers and pilot zoids. We would be highly out numbered if they attacked in full force."
"I see...." she turned in her seat to look out of her office window.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, what is it commander?" she turned around.
He fidgeted a little under her harsh gaze. "I've heard rumors of Zoid mercenary groups operating on the southern border between us and the Empire."
"The Nest? The neutral city? I heard of it. Go on."
He got her interested, good. "There is one particular rumor that caught my interest. A group of zoids, classification unknown, has been recently earning themselves a good rep. I researched a little and got more detailed info." He pulled out a manila folder and handed it to her. "I discused this with Captain Herman a few moments ago. He thought it would be a good idea to... hire these mercs until our force come to full strength."
She casually flipped through each page, but stopped on the last. "Identification of the pilots?"
He sighed. "Not to anyone's knowledge. Only ones known outside of the group are their mechanical engineers and weapons master. They act annoymous."
Now she was very interested. "Tell Herman I give him the go ahead. Hire these mercenaries, but I want to schedule an interview with them."
He snapped to attention and saluted. "Yes ma'am!"
"The 08th MS Team, hmm?" she thought to herself.
A dust cloud rumbled across the desert highway heading west bound in Republic territory. A large desert striped truck with a large '08' on the hood and sides of the truck, sped along pulling it's 3 trailers and tarpped cargo. It was a long trip to their destination, so they had to do something besides sitting back and watching the road pass by.
"Oh no! The fights out!" Bud rapped out. "I'm 'bout to punch yo... lights out!"
"Get da fuk back!" Montel joined in. "Guard yer grill!"
"Somthin wrong, we can't stand still!"
"I been drinking and bustin' tunes and I, keep thinkin' of bustin' you"
"Upside ya mutha fukin' fo'head!"
"An' if yer friends jump in'..."
"Ooooh girl...."
"THERE BE MO' DEAD!" They chorused.
"Causin' confusion disturbin' da peace it's.. not an illusiun we runnin' dah streetz uh!"
"So bye-bye to all your groupies and gold diggahz, if there a bumpah on yo ass, No niggah!"
Buddy solo'ed. "I do a hundred on the highway! An' if you do tha speed limit git da FUCK outta my way! I'm D.U.I. hardly 'eva caught soobah, and you about to get RAN tha fuck ovah!"
"MOVE BITCH! GET OUT THE WAY! GET OUT THE WAY BITCH! GET OUT THE WAY!"
"You both are losers." Ranma dead-panned.
Montel turned to him. "Hey dick. Can ya think of a better drivin' song than that? No, I thought not." Ranma smirked.
"Of course I can." He took a deep breath. "Yappa-pa Yappa-pa ishi---- UMPH!!"
Buddy retracted his fist from Ranma's nose. "None of that thank you." He started to slow down the truck, giving them more than enough time to discuss business. "We got a big job ahead. I don't know what it is but the people that put it up are very influencal and powerful. I still don' know why they want us though."
"Maybe it's the fact that they heard of the God of Death and his recent exploits." Guess who said that.
"No way man. It's cause they heard of my skills as a martial arts mecha pilot." Do you need to know?
Bud groans, hitting his head repeatedly. "I'm surrounded by morons." He paused. "Imagine?"
A few minutes later...
"So the Republic wants us huh?" Montel looked a little confused. "Don't they got that big ass Zoid or whatever if is? Gaydulus or whatever."
"Gojulus. Kinda like a T-Rex but slow and just as deadly in firepower. Didn't you see that episode?"
"Not really."
Ranma asked, "What's the Republic?"
That's legitimate of a question, Buddy thought. "The Republic is one of the largest nations on Zi and has one of the most powerful armies. They own everything west of The Nest up to the southern coast, which is where we're headin'."
"They got an enemy too. The Gairos Empire, or just the Empire. Similiar in strength and owns everything east of the Haven." Montel supplied.
"So, were gonna go to this Republic place and fight for them or somethin'? Cool."
Buddy smirked. "Thaaat's right, biatch!"
He shifted gears and tore down the highway. "New Helic City, here we come!"
A day later...
Bud pulled over to the curb at the way-station on the border of New Helic City. After applying his brakes, he jumped out to confront the officer that pulled him over. Showing his license and registration (something he acquired at The Nest), he explained the situation.
"I apologize officer, but we're late for an oppointment with some high ranking officials. I wasn't going that fast was I?"
The New Helic officer, wearing a standard patrolman's uniform yet had on a pair of Rayban's and a bandana, looked at him as if he was crazy. "Wasn't goin' that fast? Boy, you were goin' 200kph! And this highway only allows 140kph for your type of vehicle!"
"Geez, I didn't know. Guess that sign that I hit on the way had a posted limit... uhh.. Oops!"
"What?! You better not be joking boy! 'Cause I don't like jokes." The cop started to rant. "Cause your in my yard! And when your in my yard... your in my yard! And I don't want you in my yard. 'Cause my yard.. It's my yard!"
Montel and Ranma sweated.
"Sir?" Bud tried to get his attention. "Sir!" No choice. "HEY FUCKO!"
"What did you call me boy?"
"I called you a fucko, ya pig!" Bud bitch-slapped the officer, somehow knocking him out. "Oops."
A few hours laters....
Bud pulled over to the curb at the entrance to a military facility, setting his brakes and hopping out of the truck. He walked up to a guard showing his identification and some offical paperwork.
"Hello, I'm here representing Nest Merc Committee. Me and my team was called by request of... " He read the paper. "Lewiz Teresa Camford. Can you direct me to her?"
The guard looked at the paperwork, seeing it legit. "Give me a moment." Another guard took his place as he entered a guard booth.
This better not take long, thought Bud. A familiar siren caught his attention. "oh shit..."
The same cop that Bud bitchslapped earlier scretches to a hault in front of the guard post on his hover bike. "Arrest that man for assulting an officer of the peace. Arrest him no--- SMACK!"
Buddy wiped his hand on his shirt. "Damn pig..."
CLICK-CIK! CLICK! CHU-CHUK!! AIM!
"Ummm.. hi guys." Bud waved at the 12 or so soldiers pointing their rifles at him. "Nice weather, eh? hehe..ughh shit."
THUD! CLINK!! aim....
"Hi boys!" Ranko busted out of the top hatch of the truck holding a vulcan cannon that was 3 times her size like it was a toy. "Wanna play with me? Hee hee!" The barrel started rotating slowly.
A hand from below tugged on her pants. "What do ya want?! Can't you see I'm busy?!!"
Montel's head popped out holding a feeding belt. "You have no ammo dumb fuck." he said matter of factly.
Ranko peeled herself off of the ground. "Why didn't you tell me in the first place?!" She put her hands up. Followed suit by Buddy and Montel.
The guard finally returned. "Hey you guys are clear - what the hell is going on here?" he asked calmly. "Why is Officer Maricon on the ground?" He walks over and picks up the officer and starts bitch-slapping him. "Wake up fruit cake. Your embarrassing our city with your homosexual antics!" He kicks him in the nuts. "Damn bitch never stops being a numb-nutted ass reamer." He uncermoniously drops the cop in a dumpster, turning around not noticing the waste container being dumped into a refuse truck.
"So, you guys are clear."
Massive face-faults.
"Gee, that must hurt." The guard shrugged and took his post.
"Ah, so you finally arrived." Lewiz Teresa Camford, President of the Republic address the newcomers while gazing outside of her office. "Have a seat, please."
Montel sat. "Thanks ma'am."
"Sure. Why not." Ranma followed.
"I prefer to stand. Thank you."
The President turned to finally look at the men, only to find herself greeted by a treo of teenagers. Two asians and one black male. She would of voiced her opinion if not noticing the boy that remained standing. As President, she had seen what wars could do to a soldier.
Loss of body parts, wounds that would not heal. Mental disfunctions.
But scars were the biggest reminder to any battle-hardened warrior. A reminder of what they had to go through to achive the greater good, save a life or even remind them of a mistake. Each boy, no... man before her had scars, but the large asian looking one had nearly 4 times as more than the others.
"The 08th MS Team, am I correct?" she asked.
The scared man held them back from speaking up. "Affirmative. Let's get down to business." She nodded.
"I'm Buddy, or Bud. Air support and tactics. Spokesman for the team."
The casually dressed black man spoke up. "Hi, I'm Montel. Call me the God of Death." Lewiz eyed him, thinking he was crazy.
The man with the pig-tailed hair and oriental clothing introduce himself. "Ranma Saotome, School of Anything-Goes martial arts. Melee expert."
"If you didn't know, I'm Lewiz Teresa Camford. President of the Republic." She gestured to the man on her right. "This is Captain Rob Herman, he'll explain the situation to you."
The lights turned off and an over-head projection of New Helic appeared on screen. "As of 1400 hours two days ago, we have confirmed suspicion that the Gairos Empire is mobilizing Zoid and troop units to attack the Republic in force. From what our intel gathers, their target is unknown itself." Buddy raises his hand.
"Why would they attack the Republic?" He ask, yet knowing the answer already.
"I will get to that." Herman continues. "The war with the Empire has cost us alot of resources. As of yesterday, we've mobilized most of our forces to strength the border and started construction of more Zoids and training of more pilots and soldiers. Problem is, none of them will be ready for months. That is were you guys come in."
"So, we're doing garrison duty." Buddy said matter of factly.
Capt. Herman nodded. "Correct. Each one of you will be assigned one of the three key sectors of New Helic to defend." He used a laser pen to point on the projection and magnification to put in mroe detail. "One of you will guard the presidental residence along with the surrounding structures. Another will defend the main valley entrance to the city. You should of came through there when you arrived." They nodded. "And another will defend the main commerial district housing our zoid production facilities. It's a sure fire defense plan that would--"
"30 minutes." Ranma said, interupting the Captain.
Herman looked confused. "Excuse me?"
Ranma looked annoyed. "It would take 30 minutes for an army to take over the city with that defensive strategy. Whoever made it up is a complete idiot."
"Why you--!!"
"I apologize for my teammates outburst, sir. But I believe he is correct." Bud looked at him apologetically.
"Would you have a better defensive strategy, Mr... Bud." Herman calmed down enough to think straight. It usually isn't like him to give and outburst like that... but that Ranma, brought that out of him for some reason he didn't know.
Buddy stepped up and cleared his throat a little before he began. "The defense posted up is very good only if you expect heavy ground forces attack in a frontal assult. That leaves two openings. One, would be here." The bay to the sea lights up. "And the air. Using this defense, the enemy could easily mobilize zoids on the beach head via Whale King, and para-drop Zoids, tank armerments along the mountain range to bombard the city. It would only take 30 minutes to stop troop mobilization and us if they got us by surprise."
President Camford spoke up. "Do you suggest a different approach?"
"Yes indeed." He cleared the screen, bringing up the over-map again. "Air defense is automatically covered by me, so I won't get into that." He started again. "Stealth is the key here. That's Montel's department. He'll be posted 1 mile off of the beachhead underwater to monitor for any unsual activity." They zoomed in onto the sea where a red dot was used to dictate Montel's placement. "The next post is one that Herman already chose. The valley entrance. Ranma will be garrisoned there with zoids as cover-fire for him. Preferably Zoids with medium to anti-tank weaponry." Bud changed the screen to a view of New Helic from the mountains, whic happened to have the whole city in view including the valley and sea shore. "Captain Herman. Do you have any Gun Snipers avaliable?"
Herman was getting the picture and liking the idea. "Unfortunately, no. Nor have we anyone trained in long range firing of the type your looking for."
"I see." Bud sighed. "I guess I'll perform double duty on this one."
"Yo, Bud. What about Naomi Fluegel?" Montel asked. "Doesn't she have a Gun Sniper?"
"Ya mean that chick at the bar?" said Ranma.
Buddy's eyes go wide with glee. He calculated some numbers in his mind. "We'll take the job Miss President. On two conditions."
Everyone looked at him strangely.
"I thought we're doin' this for money?" Ranma whispered to Montel.
He shrugged. "That's what I thought."
"One." He held up a finger. "For the type of assignment and duration that you are hiring us form, I've come to a compromise. Supply us with our own personal hangar and give us access to any military supplies short of Code 1 and you've got us for as long as you like."
Herman and the President started conversing among themselves. From what Bud could tell, the captain wasn't really keen on the idea yet he wasn't against it either.
Herman asked. "You access to weaponry and supplies is clear, but why the hangar?"
"Isn't is obvious?" Montel finally spoke, getting their attention. "We need our own place to live and place our err... Zoids; That and we need supplies. What I think Bud is gettin' at, is that you give us a place to stay an' you got your own city militia of sorts. A unit that operates outside the military as city defense."
"'cuse me." Ranma stood and turned to leave.
A guard stepped in front of the door/exit. "Your not allowed to leave yet, sir." Ranma easily shoved him aside, knocking him out against the wall.
"Move, I gotta take a piss."
Bud picked himself up off the ground. "That's about it. Really."
President Lewiz closed her eyes in deep thought. 'Could I risk having these men in the city and depend on them solely as my peoples defenders...' Then it hit her. "You mentioned a second condition. What is it?"
"I see your smarter than you seem, Miss Camford." Bud smirked at her. "There's a Merc at the Nest that owns a red Gun Sniper that goes by the name of The Red Comet." An image of a sexy woman in skimpy red leather appears. "Get me Naomi Fluegel."
End of chapter 2
Note: Yappa-pa?! I love Ranma but the first season opener is queer.
Note:Ludacris wants you to get out of the way bitch.
Note:The stuff about the "Yard" is a play on the Undertaker from WWE. When he became the American Bad-Ass he once said: "This ring is my yard. And if you step into my yard, the big dogg will throw you out of his yard. Because this is MY yard." And so my friends started clowning about that shit.
Note:Naomi Fluegel was never in the classic Zoids series with Van and Fiona. This is probably both Zoids and Zoid Battle mixed together.
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