Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ A Different Type of Visitor ❯ Chapter 01 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: enlu_tarsonis 
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Sci-fi | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.22.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 309 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Sci-fi | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.22.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 309 | Status: Completed
A Different Type of Visitor Premise
So, I've seen a few types of Rifts x-overs. And most of them are pretty decent. Heck, I kind of have one of my own. But now I want to tread down a path that most fic authors only do when they wish to get shunned, or have an ego trip. In my case it's the ego thing. So I decided to make a Super Character for an insert. No this is not me, nor is it my alter ego. But rather a character that I drew up for this Ranma-verse insertion. Maybe this'll make it past chapter 1, and maybe it won't. But anyway, here's the fic. Also the thanks for this idea came from reading The Arch Mage Saga. I wanted to do something along this line for a couple of years now, so I'm finally writing it out a bit in detail.
Standard disclaimer, don't own Ranma 1/2, or Rifts. Wish I had some stock or shares but I don't. I'm doing this for my enjoyment and for the enjoyment of any of my readers. May they continue reading my works after they read this.
Chapter 01
Her name was Shakeera. At that moment in time her entire existence was just to try to stay alive while she was piloting her spacecraft through a series of lasers, particle projection cannons, Ion blasts, and a multitude of different types of missiles and drones. As to why she was in an experimental space craft playing dodge the weapons of mass destruction? Well, she really could not take the time to think about it right now.
Her four arms flew over controls and worked the navigation computer in a desperate attempt to avoid the quarantine satellites that were in orbit around the planet she was trying to escape. After another near miss a though occurred to her. “Use the TransDimensional drive. Sure it’s what got me in this mess to begin with, but at least I should be able to use it to get out quickly.” She inverted her ship rather quickly to avoid a nasty but slow moving missile that ended up impacting upon her ship's shields as she brought up the TRD-1a’s control console. She shunted her variable shields to the bottom of her ship and stayed inverted as her ship took the brunt of the next volley of particle beams to the already nearly exhausted force field. Moments later the ship's computer chirruped the ready signal for her to activate the drive.
“Okay, now to enter the moons coordinates into the computer.” She said through gritted teeth. Quickly punching in the numbers she was jostled as a larger than average laser beam broke through one of the chinks in her shields. “DAMN” Shakeera cursed as she rolled the craft again and brought the nose of the craft to the direction that her computer told her she needed to so that she could engage her drive. She punched the TRD’s activation button and everything slowed down for a few moments before the weapon-ridden starscape she was dancing through was replaced with the view of a giant white cratered moon through her viewscreen.
*Scene Break*
Ranma and Genma Saotome had finally made it to the Cursed Springs of Jusenkyo. They had been traveling very hard for quite a few days, but after their long journey everything seemed fine.
Before they could leap onto the poles above the springs an older pudgy man in a Chinese Maoist uniform ran down the hill towards them speaking in Mandarin. Genma turned towards the other man and barked out “I don’t understand Chinese.” He hollered out, then was about to turn to Ranma and challenge his son when the china man spoke again, this time in broken Japanese. “Very bad you go into cursed Springs of Jusenkyo.”
“Bad? Bah.” Genma said as he turned towards his son. “You ready? Prepare yourself Ranma!” He called out. With a mighty leap Genma Saotome jumped off of the embankment of one of the springs and landed lightly on the bamboo pole in the center of a nearby spring.
“Hah! You’ll fall this time for sure old man.” Ranma cried out while he shucked his pack beside him.
While Ranma leapt up to a pole of his own choosing, Genma felt something approaching. Not quite sure what it was, he shrugged it off and concentrated on taking his son down a few notches.
*Scene Break*
One night earlier
A stiletto shaped craft blinked into existence on the far side of the Earth’s Moon. It had a forward section that was reminiscent of a thick swords blade or the blade of a punching dagger, but with a blunted nose that some sensors and what appeared to be gattling cannon sticking out the front right side of it. Behind the end of the blade section of the craft were a pair of forward swept wings, which could easily be taken as the cross guard of a sword. On the wings were the mounts for what could only be weapons pods or missiles, but they were all empty at this time. Also on the top and bottom of the wings were turreted gun mounts that could cover the entire front, rear and side arcs of the craft with their ability to be trained around to sight in on any nearby target. Behind the wings was a boxy area with some bay doors that were currently closed, and a large dual set of thrusters that were on the back of the craft, obviously part of the powerful thrust system it used for sub light travel.
Most of the way back from the front of the craft on the topside was a transparent bubble with several empty seats underneath it. Only one seat though was occupied, by a mostly human appearing being with fiery red hair, and sharp almost elfin features. Upon closer inspection one could see that the being in question was a female of her race, and that she had four arms that were flashing over her control panels. The panel underneath her lower right arm sparked and she quickly flinched away from it and tapped some buttons on the otherside. After some obvious cursing the four armed girl stood up and walked to the back of the compartment and exited into the interior of the ship and out of view of any outside observer.
Inside the craft Shakeera was mumbling under her breath. “Stupid TransDimensional Drive. Had to choose now to completely fritz out.” She pulled on the legs of an EVA suit. “Now I have no clue where or when I am.” The girl then pulled on the right side and put both of her right arms through the sleeves. “Oh well, at least after I figure out how bad the underside is I should be able to land and make repairs.” She quickly finished getting in her suit and put the helmet on. After which she exited the ship through the airlock.
The environmentally suited up Shakeera used her EVA (Extra Vehicular Activity) thrusters to maneuver around the wing of her craft and came around to the underside of the craft. Only to see that a large scorch mark had scored the underside of her vessel for a strip longer than 25 feet. “Drek!” She called out. “Damned quarantine lasers.” Inside of the scoring, underneath some of the boiled off armor, she could see the arcing of shorted out circuitry and damaged systems. After a rather bright and longer-lived arc than the rest, the entire area blanked out. “Hope that wasn’t any of the drives or vital systems.” She muttered to herself before she flew back into the ship.
Once she was back in she noticed that the lights though still on were now flickering. “C’mon baby, hold together.” She said to herself. Shakeera quickly made her way to the control room to find the panel that had sparked on her earlier in flames. “Damned Spawn of the Abyss!” She cursed. The four-armed girl then grabbed a fire extinguisher and damped out the flames. Shutting down the power to that particular console she started a ship systems check in one of the back up consoles.
“Okay, this isn’t good. I hope that planet has some form of technology.” She said looking over the display. After which she started to shunt power around the damaged gear.
A few hours had passed while Shakeera was jury-rigging her ship so that she could make planet fall. While she was doing her rigging she had set a computer to scan nearby space for any types of communication, and to record it for later inspection. Mid way through her computers COM link chirped at her notifying her that it had scanned, decoded, and translated some archaic radio transmissions. Leaving the work area and moving into one of the computer bay terminals Shakeera pulled up what she saw.
"Human culture?" She said to herself. "Ok, now to see what languages they have here." She scanned several of the different languages scrolling past and then put an algorithm in her portable computer so that she could use it to translate until she could either learn a local dialect, or until she could work out a magic talisman that would have a similar effect.
After she finished the four-armed girl ran through some final checks and put on a set of shiny enameled armor that was very form fitting. As well she buckled on a thick belt and plugged some form of ammunition clips into a socket fitted in it, as well as strapped on a gun to her right hip. Once she had put on a few more odds and ends in planetary survival and combat she sat back down in the pilot/captain seat and steeled her will for the coming ordeal of planetfall.
Coming upon the outer ionosphere she shifted her freshly charged variable force field to the top of her craft and inverted so as to take the brunt of any of the damage on her undamaged side of the craft. She watched as her shields first glowed into existence, then as flames of high impact atmospheric molecules self combusted on the leading edge of her shield and flowed down the length of the projected force. Tweaking the controls slightly she slid a small fraction of the projected force to the forward arc in preparation for the thicker atmosphere yet to come.
Her craft continued to buck and shake as she descended down towards earth fall. Shakeera grit her teeth as she continued to fly inverted and sent out a lidar ping through her forward sensors to find out if there was any craft in front of her as she had detected radio emissions from the planet earlier. Which of course meant that the humans here had at least a small moderatum of technology. Unfortunately though her computer could record and decode the transmissions, she hadn’t had time to watch many of them, as she was more concerned with making planet fall before any more systems went out. Luckily with all the radio traffic on the planet they were making it easy to slip in between all the chatter so that she wouldn’t be picked up by any active radar sensors. Her craft flipped over made a parabolic arc down towards the surface of the planet into the largest land mass on the planet, into a high elevation region that was devoid of any radio or technology emissions as far as her ship could discern. After that it was short work to burrow beneath the canopy of the forest near the base of some of the mountains and lock up her ship.
The four armed red haired visitor to the planet Earth set out into the night in search of something to aid her in her journey.
*Scene Break*
Elder Cologne of the Jokentetsu was overseeing the preparations of their yearly tournament, including the hanging of the challenge log when a bright streak of flame passed overhead. She was about to dismiss it when she felt an overwash of spiritual energy. The feeling was as if she had felt the awakening of a powerful force, or the arrival of a being of immense power.
“Elder Koh Lon, Elder Koh Lon” a messenger girl called out as she ran up to her.
“Yes child, what is it.” She said as she looked down from the top of her staff.
“Elder Koh Lon, Elder Lo Shian asks for your assistance on the other side of the village.” The messenger girl stated and stood in wait for Koh Lons reply.
“Very well, tell Elder Lo Shian that I will arrive as soon as I finish up over here.” Cologne said and turned her head back to her task there by dismissing the messenger girl. Though she didn’t spend long on thinking about what the other Elder needed on the other side of the village. Instead her thoughts turned inward. “What was that I felt. Could something of import be about to happen?”
A few moments later she felt the powerful force she had felt earlier wafting towards her. Another elder walked up besides her. “Elder Koh Lon. Do you feel it?” Elder Lotion said to her.
“Yes, whatever it is, it is focused enough to draw itself out. Perhaps it is projecting something in front of itself to feel things out.” Cologne said in conjecture.
Before either of them could make any further statements something like one of the craft of the Chinese government flew fast overhead, though to quick for either to make out distinct details, one thing did stand out. That the underbelly of the craft had been damaged somehow. Immediately after the vessel had over flown the village the sense of immense power disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place. The two Elders of the Chinese Amazons looked at each other. Cologne was the first to speak. “This does not bode well.”
“Indeed. Should one of us investigate?” Lotion said.
“Yes, I will lead a small lance of our warriors. Please gather them and let the rest of the Council know that I shall be missing for the tournament.” Cologne then summoned one of the messenger girls running around the village. “Sparrow” She called out once she saw which one it was. “Please find Shampoo and let her know that I will not be here to sponsor her in this tournament. And then follow Elder Lotions instructions.” Cologne nodded to Elder Lotion who stood next to her, and then she bound off towards her hut. “I hope that this does not bode ill for our tribe.”
*Scene Break*
Ranma was a bit shocked at what he was seeing. Currently the youth was standing on top of a bamboo pole, over the springs of Jusenkyo. He had just knocked his father into one of the pools of cool water below them. And instead of an irate Genma popping back out, it was a very large panda bear with a set of glasses hanging off of one of its furry ears that leapt out of the pool.
While the panda seemed to be regaining its bearings, Ranma looked down at the guide and pointed at the panda that had taken the place of his father. “What the hell is that?!?” He hollered out.
The guide started to ramble something about springs and drowned panda’s but before Ranma could process what the chubby older man was saying the panda jumped at him. He leapt away and went onto the defense but the animal’s strength was a bit too much and ended up overwhelming him. Ranma was slightly dazed by the overpowered punch that sent him flying down towards another pool of water. Just as he was preparing himself to get wet, something hit him from the side disorienting him further.
*Scene Break*
A little while earlier Shakeera had made her way over to the valley as she needed to get some fresh water for her travels. Looking into the valley, she saw a pair of humans in strange canvas-like clothing. The two of them had large travel warn packs that they were setting on the ground besides them as she watched. Before anything else could happen, another human came trotting down the opposite hill from her location hollering something to the two of them. She couldn’t make out the language, but it was obvious that he was warning the two others about something.
She activated the camouflage ability of her armor and crept towards the edge of the clearing before the pools with the wooden or bamboo poles sticking out of them. The four armed traveler watched as the youngest of the humans out there hit the older one he was sparring into one of the pools. Shakeera was expecting to see the older human come out of the water and angrily attack the younger one. What she didn’t expect is to see a strange Ursine Monster leap out. It seemed like a deformed version of the bears that she had encountered inside the Federation of Magic, and was colored in symmetric patterns of black and white. She watched as the monster stood on one of the poles facing the youth that obviously had no clue what had happened.
Her mind made up, she shucked her helmet, which was interfering with her psi abilities and opened up herself to the world around. What she felt was immense, as if a supernatural entity was below her, and it’s tendrils were pushing their way through the earth until they culminated in the pools before her. Quickly shutting down her awareness before the power could overwhelm her senses, Shakeera then started to cast a haste and flight spell so that she could come to the remaining human’s aid.
After her haste spell was finished, but before she could complete the flight portion of her spell she saw the slow motion attack done by the ursine monster towards the youth and knew that she wouldn’t be able to finish her other spell. Letting the arcane magic go, the four armed girl instead launched herself with powerful leaps and bounds and intercepted the black haired youth in mid trajectory to the spring of water he would have landed in.
Unfortunately for Shakeera, she had almost completed her flight spell and it had negated some of her mass once her feet left the ground. As she was rocketing towards the falling youth, her balance and trajectory was off. She managed to correct in time and grabbed him around his torso as she passed, but instead of landing on the other side of the spring the other worldly visitor watched as several of the pools of water passed underneath herself and her companion. She flipped around trying to brace for her landing, that being easy for her as time was still slower for the rest of the world thanks to her magic. But it looked like a moot point as she saw the rapidly approaching waters of one of the larger, but harder to reach pools rushing towards her.
The second her skin touched the water since she hadn’t redonned her environmentally sealed helmet, she could feel her essence being ripped out of her body. Black and white flashes strobed through her vision, images of her training and of her life flashed in random sequences through her synapses. After a near eternity, as far as the four-armed girl could tell, Shakeera passed out from the incredible pain.
*Scene Break*
Cologne and the small squad of Jokentetsu warriors had just left the village to track down the power that the matriarch had felt when she felt another power similar to the first, but somehow different emerge. She also felt the pull of Jusenkyo upon her, as if the springs were gathering something big, something like a magical storm or tempest.
Something that could either be very bad or very good had just happened. And Cologne of the Jokentetsu wanted to make sure that it could either help the tribe, or be vanquished before whatever it was gained knowledge and power enough to threaten her people.
End Chapter
Authors Notes:
Well, here's the first installment of A Different Type of Visitor.
No this is not a rewrite, and no this isn't a copied piece of fiction. I'll be hosting elsewhere soon as I find a good host. I'll keep some of my basic fiction here on fanfiction.net, but as for my better works, as well as my re-write project (starting with Pluto's Son) that will be hosted with a much friendlier host. But I won't abandon fanfiction.net just yet like some of my other authors have, as I want to continue the Ranma 1/2 genre and feel that FF.net is probably the most purused site of fiction as yet.
To all of those beginning authors out there reading this fiction. Keep writing, not all of us can be Cloud Dreamer, or One Shot Wong, nor can we all be Rippen Drakkuzz or Fire. But they started somewhere, as have I. (Maybe one day I'll have all of my stories posted, and completed. That'll be the day).
I'll try to keep my posts up, and if I get stuck on this story like I did on Weapon X Japan, I'll get another out there rather than waiting a full year in between posts like this last time.
Until then,
Enlu.
So, I've seen a few types of Rifts x-overs. And most of them are pretty decent. Heck, I kind of have one of my own. But now I want to tread down a path that most fic authors only do when they wish to get shunned, or have an ego trip. In my case it's the ego thing. So I decided to make a Super Character for an insert. No this is not me, nor is it my alter ego. But rather a character that I drew up for this Ranma-verse insertion. Maybe this'll make it past chapter 1, and maybe it won't. But anyway, here's the fic. Also the thanks for this idea came from reading The Arch Mage Saga. I wanted to do something along this line for a couple of years now, so I'm finally writing it out a bit in detail.
Standard disclaimer, don't own Ranma 1/2, or Rifts. Wish I had some stock or shares but I don't. I'm doing this for my enjoyment and for the enjoyment of any of my readers. May they continue reading my works after they read this.
Chapter 01
Her name was Shakeera. At that moment in time her entire existence was just to try to stay alive while she was piloting her spacecraft through a series of lasers, particle projection cannons, Ion blasts, and a multitude of different types of missiles and drones. As to why she was in an experimental space craft playing dodge the weapons of mass destruction? Well, she really could not take the time to think about it right now.
Her four arms flew over controls and worked the navigation computer in a desperate attempt to avoid the quarantine satellites that were in orbit around the planet she was trying to escape. After another near miss a though occurred to her. “Use the TransDimensional drive. Sure it’s what got me in this mess to begin with, but at least I should be able to use it to get out quickly.” She inverted her ship rather quickly to avoid a nasty but slow moving missile that ended up impacting upon her ship's shields as she brought up the TRD-1a’s control console. She shunted her variable shields to the bottom of her ship and stayed inverted as her ship took the brunt of the next volley of particle beams to the already nearly exhausted force field. Moments later the ship's computer chirruped the ready signal for her to activate the drive.
“Okay, now to enter the moons coordinates into the computer.” She said through gritted teeth. Quickly punching in the numbers she was jostled as a larger than average laser beam broke through one of the chinks in her shields. “DAMN” Shakeera cursed as she rolled the craft again and brought the nose of the craft to the direction that her computer told her she needed to so that she could engage her drive. She punched the TRD’s activation button and everything slowed down for a few moments before the weapon-ridden starscape she was dancing through was replaced with the view of a giant white cratered moon through her viewscreen.
*Scene Break*
Ranma and Genma Saotome had finally made it to the Cursed Springs of Jusenkyo. They had been traveling very hard for quite a few days, but after their long journey everything seemed fine.
Before they could leap onto the poles above the springs an older pudgy man in a Chinese Maoist uniform ran down the hill towards them speaking in Mandarin. Genma turned towards the other man and barked out “I don’t understand Chinese.” He hollered out, then was about to turn to Ranma and challenge his son when the china man spoke again, this time in broken Japanese. “Very bad you go into cursed Springs of Jusenkyo.”
“Bad? Bah.” Genma said as he turned towards his son. “You ready? Prepare yourself Ranma!” He called out. With a mighty leap Genma Saotome jumped off of the embankment of one of the springs and landed lightly on the bamboo pole in the center of a nearby spring.
“Hah! You’ll fall this time for sure old man.” Ranma cried out while he shucked his pack beside him.
While Ranma leapt up to a pole of his own choosing, Genma felt something approaching. Not quite sure what it was, he shrugged it off and concentrated on taking his son down a few notches.
*Scene Break*
One night earlier
A stiletto shaped craft blinked into existence on the far side of the Earth’s Moon. It had a forward section that was reminiscent of a thick swords blade or the blade of a punching dagger, but with a blunted nose that some sensors and what appeared to be gattling cannon sticking out the front right side of it. Behind the end of the blade section of the craft were a pair of forward swept wings, which could easily be taken as the cross guard of a sword. On the wings were the mounts for what could only be weapons pods or missiles, but they were all empty at this time. Also on the top and bottom of the wings were turreted gun mounts that could cover the entire front, rear and side arcs of the craft with their ability to be trained around to sight in on any nearby target. Behind the wings was a boxy area with some bay doors that were currently closed, and a large dual set of thrusters that were on the back of the craft, obviously part of the powerful thrust system it used for sub light travel.
Most of the way back from the front of the craft on the topside was a transparent bubble with several empty seats underneath it. Only one seat though was occupied, by a mostly human appearing being with fiery red hair, and sharp almost elfin features. Upon closer inspection one could see that the being in question was a female of her race, and that she had four arms that were flashing over her control panels. The panel underneath her lower right arm sparked and she quickly flinched away from it and tapped some buttons on the otherside. After some obvious cursing the four armed girl stood up and walked to the back of the compartment and exited into the interior of the ship and out of view of any outside observer.
Inside the craft Shakeera was mumbling under her breath. “Stupid TransDimensional Drive. Had to choose now to completely fritz out.” She pulled on the legs of an EVA suit. “Now I have no clue where or when I am.” The girl then pulled on the right side and put both of her right arms through the sleeves. “Oh well, at least after I figure out how bad the underside is I should be able to land and make repairs.” She quickly finished getting in her suit and put the helmet on. After which she exited the ship through the airlock.
The environmentally suited up Shakeera used her EVA (Extra Vehicular Activity) thrusters to maneuver around the wing of her craft and came around to the underside of the craft. Only to see that a large scorch mark had scored the underside of her vessel for a strip longer than 25 feet. “Drek!” She called out. “Damned quarantine lasers.” Inside of the scoring, underneath some of the boiled off armor, she could see the arcing of shorted out circuitry and damaged systems. After a rather bright and longer-lived arc than the rest, the entire area blanked out. “Hope that wasn’t any of the drives or vital systems.” She muttered to herself before she flew back into the ship.
Once she was back in she noticed that the lights though still on were now flickering. “C’mon baby, hold together.” She said to herself. Shakeera quickly made her way to the control room to find the panel that had sparked on her earlier in flames. “Damned Spawn of the Abyss!” She cursed. The four-armed girl then grabbed a fire extinguisher and damped out the flames. Shutting down the power to that particular console she started a ship systems check in one of the back up consoles.
“Okay, this isn’t good. I hope that planet has some form of technology.” She said looking over the display. After which she started to shunt power around the damaged gear.
A few hours had passed while Shakeera was jury-rigging her ship so that she could make planet fall. While she was doing her rigging she had set a computer to scan nearby space for any types of communication, and to record it for later inspection. Mid way through her computers COM link chirped at her notifying her that it had scanned, decoded, and translated some archaic radio transmissions. Leaving the work area and moving into one of the computer bay terminals Shakeera pulled up what she saw.
"Human culture?" She said to herself. "Ok, now to see what languages they have here." She scanned several of the different languages scrolling past and then put an algorithm in her portable computer so that she could use it to translate until she could either learn a local dialect, or until she could work out a magic talisman that would have a similar effect.
After she finished the four-armed girl ran through some final checks and put on a set of shiny enameled armor that was very form fitting. As well she buckled on a thick belt and plugged some form of ammunition clips into a socket fitted in it, as well as strapped on a gun to her right hip. Once she had put on a few more odds and ends in planetary survival and combat she sat back down in the pilot/captain seat and steeled her will for the coming ordeal of planetfall.
Coming upon the outer ionosphere she shifted her freshly charged variable force field to the top of her craft and inverted so as to take the brunt of any of the damage on her undamaged side of the craft. She watched as her shields first glowed into existence, then as flames of high impact atmospheric molecules self combusted on the leading edge of her shield and flowed down the length of the projected force. Tweaking the controls slightly she slid a small fraction of the projected force to the forward arc in preparation for the thicker atmosphere yet to come.
Her craft continued to buck and shake as she descended down towards earth fall. Shakeera grit her teeth as she continued to fly inverted and sent out a lidar ping through her forward sensors to find out if there was any craft in front of her as she had detected radio emissions from the planet earlier. Which of course meant that the humans here had at least a small moderatum of technology. Unfortunately though her computer could record and decode the transmissions, she hadn’t had time to watch many of them, as she was more concerned with making planet fall before any more systems went out. Luckily with all the radio traffic on the planet they were making it easy to slip in between all the chatter so that she wouldn’t be picked up by any active radar sensors. Her craft flipped over made a parabolic arc down towards the surface of the planet into the largest land mass on the planet, into a high elevation region that was devoid of any radio or technology emissions as far as her ship could discern. After that it was short work to burrow beneath the canopy of the forest near the base of some of the mountains and lock up her ship.
The four armed red haired visitor to the planet Earth set out into the night in search of something to aid her in her journey.
*Scene Break*
Elder Cologne of the Jokentetsu was overseeing the preparations of their yearly tournament, including the hanging of the challenge log when a bright streak of flame passed overhead. She was about to dismiss it when she felt an overwash of spiritual energy. The feeling was as if she had felt the awakening of a powerful force, or the arrival of a being of immense power.
“Elder Koh Lon, Elder Koh Lon” a messenger girl called out as she ran up to her.
“Yes child, what is it.” She said as she looked down from the top of her staff.
“Elder Koh Lon, Elder Lo Shian asks for your assistance on the other side of the village.” The messenger girl stated and stood in wait for Koh Lons reply.
“Very well, tell Elder Lo Shian that I will arrive as soon as I finish up over here.” Cologne said and turned her head back to her task there by dismissing the messenger girl. Though she didn’t spend long on thinking about what the other Elder needed on the other side of the village. Instead her thoughts turned inward. “What was that I felt. Could something of import be about to happen?”
A few moments later she felt the powerful force she had felt earlier wafting towards her. Another elder walked up besides her. “Elder Koh Lon. Do you feel it?” Elder Lotion said to her.
“Yes, whatever it is, it is focused enough to draw itself out. Perhaps it is projecting something in front of itself to feel things out.” Cologne said in conjecture.
Before either of them could make any further statements something like one of the craft of the Chinese government flew fast overhead, though to quick for either to make out distinct details, one thing did stand out. That the underbelly of the craft had been damaged somehow. Immediately after the vessel had over flown the village the sense of immense power disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place. The two Elders of the Chinese Amazons looked at each other. Cologne was the first to speak. “This does not bode well.”
“Indeed. Should one of us investigate?” Lotion said.
“Yes, I will lead a small lance of our warriors. Please gather them and let the rest of the Council know that I shall be missing for the tournament.” Cologne then summoned one of the messenger girls running around the village. “Sparrow” She called out once she saw which one it was. “Please find Shampoo and let her know that I will not be here to sponsor her in this tournament. And then follow Elder Lotions instructions.” Cologne nodded to Elder Lotion who stood next to her, and then she bound off towards her hut. “I hope that this does not bode ill for our tribe.”
*Scene Break*
Ranma was a bit shocked at what he was seeing. Currently the youth was standing on top of a bamboo pole, over the springs of Jusenkyo. He had just knocked his father into one of the pools of cool water below them. And instead of an irate Genma popping back out, it was a very large panda bear with a set of glasses hanging off of one of its furry ears that leapt out of the pool.
While the panda seemed to be regaining its bearings, Ranma looked down at the guide and pointed at the panda that had taken the place of his father. “What the hell is that?!?” He hollered out.
The guide started to ramble something about springs and drowned panda’s but before Ranma could process what the chubby older man was saying the panda jumped at him. He leapt away and went onto the defense but the animal’s strength was a bit too much and ended up overwhelming him. Ranma was slightly dazed by the overpowered punch that sent him flying down towards another pool of water. Just as he was preparing himself to get wet, something hit him from the side disorienting him further.
*Scene Break*
A little while earlier Shakeera had made her way over to the valley as she needed to get some fresh water for her travels. Looking into the valley, she saw a pair of humans in strange canvas-like clothing. The two of them had large travel warn packs that they were setting on the ground besides them as she watched. Before anything else could happen, another human came trotting down the opposite hill from her location hollering something to the two of them. She couldn’t make out the language, but it was obvious that he was warning the two others about something.
She activated the camouflage ability of her armor and crept towards the edge of the clearing before the pools with the wooden or bamboo poles sticking out of them. The four armed traveler watched as the youngest of the humans out there hit the older one he was sparring into one of the pools. Shakeera was expecting to see the older human come out of the water and angrily attack the younger one. What she didn’t expect is to see a strange Ursine Monster leap out. It seemed like a deformed version of the bears that she had encountered inside the Federation of Magic, and was colored in symmetric patterns of black and white. She watched as the monster stood on one of the poles facing the youth that obviously had no clue what had happened.
Her mind made up, she shucked her helmet, which was interfering with her psi abilities and opened up herself to the world around. What she felt was immense, as if a supernatural entity was below her, and it’s tendrils were pushing their way through the earth until they culminated in the pools before her. Quickly shutting down her awareness before the power could overwhelm her senses, Shakeera then started to cast a haste and flight spell so that she could come to the remaining human’s aid.
After her haste spell was finished, but before she could complete the flight portion of her spell she saw the slow motion attack done by the ursine monster towards the youth and knew that she wouldn’t be able to finish her other spell. Letting the arcane magic go, the four armed girl instead launched herself with powerful leaps and bounds and intercepted the black haired youth in mid trajectory to the spring of water he would have landed in.
Unfortunately for Shakeera, she had almost completed her flight spell and it had negated some of her mass once her feet left the ground. As she was rocketing towards the falling youth, her balance and trajectory was off. She managed to correct in time and grabbed him around his torso as she passed, but instead of landing on the other side of the spring the other worldly visitor watched as several of the pools of water passed underneath herself and her companion. She flipped around trying to brace for her landing, that being easy for her as time was still slower for the rest of the world thanks to her magic. But it looked like a moot point as she saw the rapidly approaching waters of one of the larger, but harder to reach pools rushing towards her.
The second her skin touched the water since she hadn’t redonned her environmentally sealed helmet, she could feel her essence being ripped out of her body. Black and white flashes strobed through her vision, images of her training and of her life flashed in random sequences through her synapses. After a near eternity, as far as the four-armed girl could tell, Shakeera passed out from the incredible pain.
*Scene Break*
Cologne and the small squad of Jokentetsu warriors had just left the village to track down the power that the matriarch had felt when she felt another power similar to the first, but somehow different emerge. She also felt the pull of Jusenkyo upon her, as if the springs were gathering something big, something like a magical storm or tempest.
Something that could either be very bad or very good had just happened. And Cologne of the Jokentetsu wanted to make sure that it could either help the tribe, or be vanquished before whatever it was gained knowledge and power enough to threaten her people.
End Chapter
Authors Notes:
Well, here's the first installment of A Different Type of Visitor.
No this is not a rewrite, and no this isn't a copied piece of fiction. I'll be hosting elsewhere soon as I find a good host. I'll keep some of my basic fiction here on fanfiction.net, but as for my better works, as well as my re-write project (starting with Pluto's Son) that will be hosted with a much friendlier host. But I won't abandon fanfiction.net just yet like some of my other authors have, as I want to continue the Ranma 1/2 genre and feel that FF.net is probably the most purused site of fiction as yet.
To all of those beginning authors out there reading this fiction. Keep writing, not all of us can be Cloud Dreamer, or One Shot Wong, nor can we all be Rippen Drakkuzz or Fire. But they started somewhere, as have I. (Maybe one day I'll have all of my stories posted, and completed. That'll be the day).
I'll try to keep my posts up, and if I get stuck on this story like I did on Weapon X Japan, I'll get another out there rather than waiting a full year in between posts like this last time.
Until then,
Enlu.