Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ God Lived as a Devil Dog ❯ Chapter 1
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.God Lived as a Devil Dog.
Josh Temple
A The Precept and Ranma 1/2 crossover.
Ranma is owned by Rumiko Takahashi, and The Precept is owned by Jack
Moody
no infringement is intended I'm not making nay money off this.
Remember you can't get blood from a stone; believe me I've tried.
This is a Ranma fusion set in the Precept universe. This happens at
the same time as the events Fallen Tower, but it does not contain any
of those events. I do use many concepts and themes that are used in
Precept however.
Chapter 1 Journey's End
The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed.
This line kept running through Keith's mind as he crested the hill. He
had short black hair, it was that odd length where it was too long to
be a buzz but too short to part. His face was slightly rugged, but the
most interesting feature were his blue eyes. They were piecing,
intense precise. His skin was pale, but it was starting to tan, under
the hot dessert suns. He appeared to be an average twenty something
man.
He chucked as the text repeated. It was the first line to a saga. It
was arguably the best work of all time. Little known in the time it
was written, after hundreds of years it was all but forgotten.
Keith was no gunslinger he was a nano-tech. Right after starting this
quest he found a pile of books. Not vids, not data crystals, but
actual books made out of paper. Each was a fist edition hard cover. It
was the entire Dark Tower series Steven King's greatest work. He had
read them many times during his quest to find the man in black or as
he preferred to call himself, Walter.
Keith knew that the man in black was trying to force him into some
sort of strange quest. Granted there was a correlation between the
book and real world. Places like Megis and Lud and Topeka, and regions
like Outer Arcs, but this was not mid-world. The world has not moved
on. As far as Keith was concerned the galaxy was doing fine. The
Precept and The UCA were just as solid as ever. There was no good man.
Farson is a myth.
Keith pulled on his coat. It was a gray great coat, made out of
nython. A material that despite being invented a hundred years ago was
only a dream when King was alive. The fabric could have any property
desired depending on how it was programmed, including size, shape,
color, heat gain, and texture. The trick was to have microscopic
components controlling the structure of the clothing. Considering
Keith's occupation having all nython clothing was very fitting, not
that he had much in clothes, essentially one set of clothing. Nython
was also expensive, but credits mattered little to a mage like Keith.
Keith inhaled the stiff air of the desert. He could feel the man in
black. Granted, Walter could render himself invisible to most sensors,
but not all of them. Keith had spent twenty-one years tracking the man
in black, and he figured out how to track this wily prey.
No, Keith wasn't a child when he started following the man in black,
he was twenty-six, the same age he was 50 years ago. Keith was
nano-tech, a mage, a man of magic. Like the man of black himself. This
was the largest clash in Walter's fantasy.
The man in black would have said that Keith being ageless was due to
time being strange, but the truth was that millions of microscopic
robots, Nanites, circulated in his body, keeping it in perfect working
order. He was also a cyborg, you had to have some sort of direct
neurological interface to correctly wield Nanites. Keith didn't have a
exposed components, and he looked very normal. The only visible aspect
was a small connector jack behind his left ear, and only the most
dedicated trads refused that advantage. Their was no need to look like
some sort of sci-fi reject. All his components were under the skin.
They were completely integrated with his natural body systems.
Keith had crested the hill. One sun burned behind him while the other
was setting on the distant horizon directly ahead. He looked down into
the valley. He saw the man in black sitting halfway down the slop in
an indented region. His vision zoomed in on the bowl. He saw bones
thousands of bones and in the middle was the man in black. He sat
there wearing a black robe. His face, Keith knew it all too well, was
annoyingly average.
Keith hardly noticed the hundreds of small pools at the bottom of the
valley.
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Ranma followed his idiot father though the desert. A sun was setting
behind him and another burned in front of him. It seemed that he had
been following this man all his life. Ranma only had a few memories of
his home in the Avon system, but aside from those early fragments, he
had spent his entire life beyond the frontier line, on the rim.
"So what's this place Pops?" Ranma asked as the climbed a large hill.
"I heard about this place on the Stream. Its called Jusenkyou. Its
supposedly and ancient training ground," Genma rambled.
"Ancient? Um Pop people have only been in space for 300 years," Ranma
was really starting to doubt his father, more so that usual.
"No people haven't been around long, but The Precept has been around
for a thousand or so," Genma said.
"So you went to some site that told of secret alien martial arts,"
this has got to be Pop's most harebrained scheme, Ranma thought. Then
a faint memory of Neko-ken emerged.
"It is not a fraud there is something out here," Genma said pointing
to the top of the hill.
"All I see is that we went to the edge of the galaxy to trudge thought
the desert."
"Don't be insolent boy," Genma said as he crested the hill, "See here
it is."
Ranma peered into the valley and was surprised to see lush green
plants and hundreds of small pools. As the two martial artists walked
down the hill, they ignored the two people on the other side of the
valley.
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"Hello Walter," Keith said as he walked up to the man in black.
"Where's the slow mutants or the Clean Sea?"
"Sorry gunslinger you came too fast. If you had just waited a little
longer I would have all been set up," the man in black said as he
raised his hands, encompassing all that surrounded him.
"I'm not a gunslinger. I'm a mage," Keith responded coolly.
"But you are both,"
"No I'm not."
The man in black only grinned.
"Get on with it," Keith said.
"Soon we will talk of many things," the man in black said as he pulled
out a tarot deck.
"No this ends now."
Walter glared at Keith, "This is necessary for your quest."
"No," Keith said, "My quest was simple vengeance."
The man in black arched his eyebrows then as recondition dawned on him
said, "Oh yes the Oath of Tisen. A shame what happened to her," a
slight pause, "and her crew."
"Remember Walter, you attacked that ship when it was in this system,"
Keith said reaching in his coat.
"So it ends where it began," the man in black said while standing up.
In same instant Keith focused all his sensors on the man in black.
Before Walter could compensate, blocking the sensor probe, Keith had
all the information he needed. A quarter second later, Keith had
pulled out his hand gun, a Kotch 9mm, and fired three rounds at his
chest. Each bullet found a home in one of the three micro sub-nuclear
cells, that powered the man in black's Nanites. The cartridges then
exploded as the high yield charges inside the slugs ignited.
Walter gapped Keith had moved too fast for him to even put up the most
basic shield. He was now running solely on battery power and half of
his reserve was used containing the trio of explosions inside him. The
man in black formed a snarl. He had let this foolish game go to far.
How could he have been so foolish; to think that Keith would go along
with this scheme of his. Walter had thought that maybe Keith had faced
the same affliction that he had, that all immortals had, boredom, and
that Keith would enjoy a few centuries of fun. Walter pulled himself
out of that daze. He had wasted precious seconds. Keith may have
gotten the drop on him, but Walter was his elder and he would destroy
him for his insubordination.
Keith was satisfied when the man in black's chest burst open. He
grinned slightly when the man in black healed his wounds pulling bust
organs back in, re-knitting tissue and flesh. A small part of Keith
believed that this plan might not work; that Walter would simply crush
him. Keith had no illusions the man in black may still win.
"You are a gunslinger," the man in black said, blood stained robe,
energy building up around him in some sort of aura.
"NO," Keith said simply and emptied the rest of his clip at Walter's
face.
They were only a hundred feet apart, and Keith was an excellent shot
(having computer guidance systems built in and decades of experience
helped), but sill only two rounds hit the man in black.
Walter smirked, his shield deflected most of the rounds, the two that
broke though were of little consequence, one grazed the neck, the
other took off ear (that promptly re-grew). Granted it took a lot of
energy to deflect the kinetic and explosive forces, but Walter had
plenty in reserve. It was time for Walter's counter move he fired a
blast at Keith aiming at his right hand.
Keith felt a searing pain as the gun melted into his hand. Liquid
metal hitting burning flesh and bone. Keith put up a shield preventing
further damage. The gun was gone, it would take too long to rebuild
it, as he had other weapons, and his hand was already re-growing.
Using his left hand he pulled out a missile launcher. It was folded at
the mid section and with a flick of the wrist it extended to its full
length. Aiming one handed (the digits on his right hand weren't fully
formed yet), he started firing at the man in black.
Walter was starting to get really irritated. First the punk takes out
his power cells and now he's firing missiles at him. Walter gathered
up the last bits of his power, saving only his emergency power and
fired it at Keith.
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Ranm a and Genma had just started talking to the guide, a half crazed
man who lived in the valley. He supposedly knew everything about this
place, and was in the middle of warning them about something when
shots erupted from the opposite side of the basin, They all looked up
to see the two men halfway up the slope on the other side fighting
each other, As the intensity of their fighting increased, Genma became
more and more repulsed.
"Lousy freaks," Genma said explosions and shields reflecting off his
face, "They trade in their souls, boy. Infest their bodies with
circuits and wires, just so they can live longer. And what do they do
with this time they gained?" he stated waving his hand at the two
beings of light and power fought.
Ranma shrugged. Wasn't that what they were doing? This training trip
has been going on as far as he can remember. But still there was a
difference between The Art and nano-tech.
Genma continued, "But still they keep to themselves. The won't bother
us, right?" this was directed at the guide.
The guide stared off into space for a second then responded, "No the
mages understand the risks of such a place as this," he looked up at
the two on the hill, "I suggest that you sirs leave also. No one use
this place any more. Jusenkyou is very dangerous."
"Nonsense this is a training ground and we are here to train," Genma
said as he dropped his pack, and leaped onto one of the bamboo poles
sticking out of the pools, "Come on boy, don't act like a weak girl."
Ranma pondered the fact that there was a lush valley in the middle of
a desert. With thousands bamboo poles sticking out of the water. While
there were none of these plants, as far as he knew in the system.
These pondering lasted only a second as Genma's taunting eventually
got too him. Ranma placed his pack on the ground, then leap to a
different pole.
The guide simply held his head. Today was a bad day, two more idiots
would soon get cursed, and he had a sinking felling about the nature
of one of those mages. If the man in black had returned then gods help
them all.
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Keith was starting to wear down. His missile launcher had been
destroyed when Walter managed to get a blow in. It was now blast to
blast each side hitting the other with focused energy. The problem was
that while Keith had six power cells and all of the man in black's had
been destroyed, Walter had a century more experience and could wean
out his reserve power using it in ways that Keith barley comprehended.
Seeming to pull energy from nowhere.
Keith already had to shutdown two of his cells, to prevent them from
overloading, and the others would soon have to go.
Keith pooled all his power, including shields, and fired it at Walter.
This would probably fry all of Keith's internal systems, but the only
edge Keith had now was raw power. The blue energy formed from his
hands and shoot out to Walter engulfing his body in the swilling
energy.
Walter was surprised such a novice move. Manipulating and shifting was
what nano-tech was all about. The man in black knew that this young
(relative to Walter) punk would lose his patience and just try to end
it. Walter smirked, he slightly shifted his shields to absorb the
wasted effort. Once replenished he will teach Keith to spit at his
offer.
Good, Keith thought he's falling for it. Walter must have forgotten
that both can manipulate. Keith waited until the Walter started to
fill his reserves. Half of the man in black's Nanites were occupied
converting the destructive energy into something useful, a third were
used generating shielding, and the rest for general maintenance.
Keith then shifted from a broad unfocused attack to a thin beam. He
pushed even more power into the stream, compromising some of his own
systems. The shield crumbled under the beam and those Nanites used in
the conversion process were overwhelmed and exploded. Walter's cache
was reduced by 50%. The energy was still being absorbed by Walter's
conduits, each trying to compensate for the overflow, and in the end
each failing.
Walter collapsed, he had lost millions or Nanites, he could rebuild
them, if he had the energy, but he didn't. Now nearly all of his
systems were critical. Walter saw that now after all the centuries he
would die. He found some relief in that, he was bored.
Keith fell to his knees. There was an incredible pain, his own systems
had surfed high damage. But the pain was ebbing, he still had his
sub-nuclear cells and a full compliment of Nanites, so repairs were
underway. Keith got back to his feet, he looked at the body of the man
in black, crippled, weak, defeated. He still had to finish the job. He
walked up the slope, their directions being turned around during the
battle, approaching the man in black.
Walter looked up at Keith, and smiled, "You may have one now but-" and
was cut off when a blast from Keith destroyed his face. Walter's last
thought was of joy. Things would soon be very interesting for Keith,
and he would be back. There were bits of his conciseness scattered on
the Stream, and in time they will rejoin.
Keith looked at the gaping hole that was Walter's face. It didn't even
try to reform, and prepared to finish the deed. When the man in
black's abdomen swelled and burst. The explosion launched Keith on a
trajectory that sent him right into one of the pools, at the valley
floor.
Normally Keith would be ably to counter the explosion or at least
change his trajectory, but his maneuvering thrusters were still
offline. Just before he hit the water he detected large quantities of
an unusual nanite signature.
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Ranma was holding his own against his father, even with the
distraction of the two mages. Then one of them fell into the pool
right next to him.
Genma used this momentary distraction and charged at his son.
Ranma blocked his fathers thrust sending the old man into another
pool, but at the cost of his own stability. He fell into the same pool
as the one that the mage went into.
Keith had the strangest sensation as he entered the pool. The Nanites
in the pool were like none he had ever seen before. Once under the
surface the Nanites integrated with him. Entering his body and taking
hold. He couldn't prevent them from entering or get rid of them. Then
a second later they started to change him. He had seen physical
transformations with nanotechnology before but not like this. This
change was too smooth, too fast and most importantly, drawing much
less power than should be possible. The another thought struck this
body was lighter where did the mass go? That was when he noticed that
he had changed into, a 20 something nubile woman.
After hearing that kid fall into the pool and have the nanites change
him the same way they did her. Keith decided too swim out, it wasn't
due to a lack of oxygen. She really didn't need to breath, but
something was about to happen.
She came up alongside the small redhead, a panda was in front of them
waving at the guide. It was probably the man who was with the kid. Odd
the panda seemed to have retained mental abilities, it was another
mystery of this place.
"Very bad sirs. You both fall into spring of drowned girl. Tragic
story of a girl who drowned here two hundred years ago," the guide
babbled, "I was just going over the curses with honored customer over
there," indicating the panda.
"You see," he continued, "hot water reverses the curse, while cold
water returns you to you're cured body." The guide then took out a
thermos and after pouring some hot water on the panda he reverted to
Genma.
Keith was astounded changing once was amazing enough but this guy had
just demonstrated that this 'curse' caused two easily reversible
states. Her sensors detected only a trace energy drain, she presumed
it was from the heat of the water. She barley noticed that the old
man's clothing returned along with his body. Considering this curse
could change an entire organism in its entirety these little details
could be taken in stride.
The guide indicated for them to exit the pool. After they got out, he
then used the water on Ranma and Keith both changes collated with
Keith's earlier observations. He then said, "Honored customers,
Jusenkyou is a dangerous place, especially to those who have already
been cursed once."
"So their is no cure?" Genma said hefting up his pack. This could put
a crimp in his plans
"Sorry, many have tried to find a way, but each cure ends up worse
than the original curse," narrowing his eyes, "Jusenkyou does not like
to be manipulated."
Ranma who was in a state of shock, whom had said nothing, and only
maintained his sanity by denying that he ever changed in the first
place.
"Come on boy," Genma said handing Ranma his pack, "We have to get back
to the port. Don't act like a-" then remembering that Ranma was about
to snap and lose it, decided show a rare moment of tact and just
pulled him away from the valley, in the same direction they came.
"Damn trads," Keith muttered under his breath and then looked at the
guide, "Okay what's the deal with this place?"
"Yes honored mage, although most of the nano-tech who come here to
study don't get cursed themselves," The guide said looking at Walter's
smoking corpse.
"It was unavoidable."
"That is very true. This place draws this people towards it, and tries
its best to make them fall in. Then once cursed it then attracts water
making you change frequently."
"So how come your not cursed yet?" Keith asked.
"How do you know I'm not?" the guide answered.
"Okay you know now that it's really little robots at work, and not
magic here."
"You are called mage are you not," the guide explained, "and any
technology significantly advanced enough is indistinguishable from
magic."
"Very true," Keith said, "Okay question time. First where do they get
the energy to do this?"
The guide looked into the sky at the one remaining sun, and spoke "Yes
and where does the missing mass go, and how do those cursed to be
animals retain their intellect? I simply don't know. My job is just to
be the caretaker."
He continued: "I will tell you what I do know. Right after The Precept
war a single colony ship "The Amazon Promise" was sent to this system.
After the colony was set up it turned in on itself, decreasing the
amount of information it sent on the Stream. It was by no means a
fallen colony. It was peaceful, and advanced. We prospered.
"Then he came, the man in black. He was an ancient and bored mage. No
one knew how or when he came to this system. He might even have been
on The Promise herself. He spent time in the shadows lurking, waiting.
Out alone in the desert, making advances with nanites that modern
scientist are just discovering. Unfortunately the years alone in the
desert made him cruel and insane.
(Keith agreed with him. A mage could focus himself so far into a
subject that they lost all track of reality. He had a fair idea about
who this mage was.)
"So he created this place. From this point he could spread chaos. Not
too much mind you the U.C.A. will try to take out any rouge mage. He
also added a little trap for any mages who tried to steal his secrets,
or try to cure the curse. But I'll get to that later. Eventually he
got bored with his playground as all immortals eventually do. So, he
waited until something interesting would come along."
"The Oath," Keith muttered.
The guide was startled, "Yes it was Oath of Tisen. Gods that was him."
"Yes."
"You should be proud you have destroyed a great evil," he paused, "But
no offense how did you destroy him. He is beyond you by centuries."
"None taken, Walter was suffering from the worst disease for an
immortal to have. dementia. He created a fantasy world that blinded
him."
"Then you are indeed a very luck man. If you had tried to take him in
his prime you would be dead," the guide said.
Keith nodded, "What about those traps?"
"Oh yes. These are very tricky nanites. If you try to study them here,
you will get cursed. If you try to remove a sample of the water it
will infect as many people as possible. If you're cursed and you still
try to study them they will screw with you mind."
"Madness?" Keith asked.
"If you're lucky," the guide continued, "If you try to control the
curse by say erecting a small force field on the surface of your skin.
Preventing water from touching you and hence controlling the curse.
These nanites track instances when you should have changed but didn't.
They things can mold you body any way they wish. If you piss them off
they will alter your mind, body, and soul. Trust me on this."
"You've had first had experience at this." Keith stated.
"Oh yeah," the guide said, "and I'm only telling you this because you
killed the man in black."
Realization dawned on Keith, "You've trapped here aren't you."
The guide smiled grimily, "Yup, I'm trapped in this little valley
telling people about the pools of sorrow, until the end of time. At
least I have Stream access."
"Is that it?" Keith asked. He didn't kneed to know exactly what this
man's prison was. Keith had his own demons.
"Yup, and Gods bless you mage. I may still be dammed but without him
the galaxy is a much better place."
"Where is the nearest port?" Keith asked.
"Frem," he said pointing in the direction that the martial artists had
come from.
Keith started to walk up the hill he had come down from.
"Um sir," the guide asked.
Keith was once again standing over the corpse of Walter. The blast had
burned him leaving only a pile of charred metal and bones. Keith
grabbed Walter's jawbone, and pulled it off. "Why am I doing this?" he
muttered, "Because its ka and Sarah will understand what this means."
He put the bone in one of the many pocks in his coat.
On his was down towards the valley and up the slope on the other side.
He saw that the guide had retired to the small hut at the end of the
valley. Once at the tope of the hill he looked at the horizon and say
the spires of a city. His quest was almost at an end, he had one last
thing to do. Genma was thinking the exact same thing as he dragged his
son across the desert.
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A lone wanderer walked thorough the desert. He was a young man not
much older than the boy Keith had seen. He was on a quest, a journey.
Much like Keith, the young man in the bandana was on a quest for
vengeance. He had spent ten years chasing the boy Keith had seen.
Unlike Keith, whose quest was to punish the man in black for what he
did to "The Oath of Tisen", this wanderer was chasing Ranma for a
reasons that others would call silly. The bread duel for example. Also
he did not stay the same age during his travels, as Keith did. Ryouga
had left for his quest when he was only a child. He spent ten years
following Ranma. Now Ranma and Genma were not as difficult to track as
Walter was.
Ryouga could have gotten to Ranma in just a year, but he had a slight
directional problem. This was a genetic disorder that the whole Hibiki
family had had for generations (a botched gene slicing in the first
days of genetic engineering over 250 years ago), this caused the
Hibikis to get lost extremely easy. Ryouga himself would get lost in
an empty room. This was why it took him ten years to get where he was,
and Ranma was still far off. He was closer than ever before.
The Hibikis would never fix this error because of pride and a distrust
of technology. Keith would call it trad foolishness.
As Ryouga crested the hill he looked down. He saw hundreds of small
pools. He started to walk down.
King, the writer of the great tome that Walter was so wrapped up in,
said that "Ka is like a great wheel. If you stand in its way you will
get crushed," and that, "Ka is a wind."
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Keit h approached the dome of Frem. It was a medium sized city habitat.
About twenty kilometers in diameter, it was one of the larger domes on
the planet. There were two guards at either side of the air lock to
the dome. Each was heavily armed and female. He could tell this
because they were not wearing, full battle suits. Only wearing the
inner layer of armor. This layer was flexible and provide the added
strength of synthetic muscular fibers. It also gave some protection,
but there was another layer of plate style armor that went over the
inner layer that gave the majority of the protection. The most unusual
part was that they were not wearing helmets. Their young faces, about
the same age as Keith appeared to be, were completely visible, one top
of the rather form fitting armor. The lack of head gear surprised
Keith the most because without it, they were vulnerable to head shots,
and more importantly dependant on a breathable atmosphere. If he
removed the oxygen around them, or he emitted the right poison they
would be dead. He assumed it was trad pride. These people were not
wearing helmets to show off their humanity.
"Halt," the one on the right said.
"State your reason for entrance," the other said. They both had their
weapons at the ready.
Keith eyed them. He was fully repaired by now, and after battling a
creature like Walter these two could easily be neutralized, but he had
no reason to cause trouble. "I am Keith, a wandering nano-tech of the
Avon Guild returning on a quest." He preferred not to give his full
name; it caused too many questions.
"A mage," the one on the right uttered, wonder in her voice.
The other maintained her composure, and said, "What was your quest?"
Keith pulled out the jawbone, and uttered one word: Walter.
The two guards looked at each other. The amazement in the right one,
grew while the other became skeptical. She spoke into the headset she
was wearing. "Um matriarch we have a mage at gate two," a pause, "Yes
I know it's the competition today,"
Keith could have hacked into the controls to the headset, or he could
have increased his auditory sensors and have just heard the output
from the headset, but again he had no need to.
The guards were getting more an more distressed. They were already on
thin ice, doing guard duty on the day of the competition was an
obvious punishment. And annoying the matriarch during the competition
where her great-granddaughter was expected to win, was not a good
idea. She finally managed to blurt out (in between the reaming she was
getting) the point, "He says he defeated Walter."
Relieve spread across her face this caught the matriarch's notice. A
few minutes later the lock doors opened, and out came a creature that
surprised Keith. This was saying a lot, Keith had spent over a century
exploring the galaxy and had seen a lot of weird shit. A shrunken,
gnarled, gnome-like being was unexpected. Granted he'd seen people who
made themselves look like elves, dwarves, or even mermaids, but this
was no act of genetic engineering. The matriarch appeared to have
turned out this way naturally.
"Inside both of you." the gnome said.
The two women looked at Keith, and walked into the lock. The doors
closed.
Keith focused on the creature, despite her desiccated appearance, she
contained mass amounts of power. It was concealed, but mages were good
at routing for hidden things.
The creature smiled, "I see that you have discovered my power. Yes I
am a mage myself; I have chosen to look this way, much as you have
done. I am called Cologne, and you are."
"Keith," he said. He then paused; those two idiots came from this
direction, and went back the same way. What happened when they tried
to enter. He remembered that the guide said that the 'curse' could act
like a contagion. Were they afraid of an outbreak?
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G enma led Ranma to the gate to Frem. The boy was still in shock.
Although he seemed to be cooping a little bit better. The two guards
opened the door. With none of the hassle the will soon give Keith.
They were standing guard when those two exited the dome. They knew
where they were going, and they knew what had probably happened to
them. There was no real problem having them they had dealt with
Jusenkyou since the founding of Frem about two hundred years ago. They
knew the problems that those two could bring entering the dome, but
the risk of infection was nil. So they allowed the fools to enter,
hopefully they would leave soon.
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Keith dismissed those thoughts. The guards, and Frem itself, had ways
to deal with those who were cursed. He turned his attention back to
the gnome who called herself Cologne. She chucked, "You say that you
have killed Walter."
Keith handed her the jaw bone, "I'll need it back," he looked at it,
"For closure."
Cologne held it in her hand. She let sunlight filter on the surface of
the charred piece of bone and metal.
Keith felt her scanning the jaw. She was ancient older than Walter.
This lead to new issues why didn't she stop him when the man in black
first landed.
She gave it back to him, "It is Walter." She looked at Keith. How did
he do this; Cologne thought. She had never dreamed of taking out
Walter. She didn't even know he had returned.
"You yourself are a mage. As old as Walter himself I believe. Why did
you not try to stop him." Keith asked putting the bone back into his
coat.
"I have my reasons."
Keith let the subject drop.
"You great mage, have destroyed one of the greatest threats to our
security, for this reason I would be honored for you to come to our
annual tournament."
"Okay," Keith said, "I've got some time to kill."
Cologne chuckled again. She was getting bored lately, not a good thing
for immortals, and this young man, relative to her, seemed amusing.
"One question, why are you like that?" Keith asked.
"Cologne looked at herself, "What?"
"I mean you don't have too look so old."
"I guess I just got used to looking this way."
"I understand," Keith said, "I've stayed this way for almost a
century."
Cologne nodded and opened the door. Keith followed her into the lock.
*********************************************
Keith smiled as he entered the dome. Inside, the ground sunk from the
walls of the dome creating a large depression. The slopes were
terraced. Hundreds of rice paddies and other farms dotted the leveled
steps. On the far side of the dome was a crescent shaped forest. In
the bottom of the bowl was a small village. The buildings looked
wooden and rustic. He nodded at the two guards who were waiting by the
inside edge of the lock.
Cologne started walking down a path that went straight from the lock
to the village. Keith followed. "The domes were necessary in the
beginning. It took years to get it to this point."
Keith nodded despite the twin suns, the air was breathable and
reasonable in temperature. Yet the planet was still mostly desert.
Cologne continued, "Now we are concentrating on getting a functional
biome. The bacteria and lichens that we have released are doing well."
She looked at the sky through the clear ceiling of the dome. "Now tell
me how did you kill Walter and why would you do such a thing?"
Keith took her everything from Tisen to Sarah to Jusenkyou.
"What color?" Cologne asked.
"What?" Keith didn't get what she was going at. Then it hit him the
kid became a redhead. "Um, I don't know."
Cologne produced a jug from somewhere. For a person who clamed not to
be that much of a mage she obviously knew some tricks, Keith thought.
"Do you mind?" she asked.
"No."
She splashed him. Keith felt the strange nanites do their thing.
"Blue," she chuckled, "I assume the guide told you not to fiddle with
the curse."
"Oh yeah," Keith replied in a voice that reminded her of her sister,
someone she had last seen seventy years ago; Christine was most likely
dead. She then created a small hologram. It was a small reflective
circular disk. Keith looked at her image. Her hair was a deep blue
with highlights of lighter shades. She had dropped a couple
centimeters, not nearly as much as that kid did when he changed
though. All her clothing was lose now especially her boots. Keith used
the mutable properties of Nython to make the boots and other garments
fit.
Cologne looked at the mage, after she had changed to a nubile young
woman, who simply modified her clothes. They were small changes, the
boots got smaller, the pants and shirt got tighter, and Cologne
thought she could see bra straps. "You seem well adjusted," she said
nonchalantly.
"I've lived a long time, and I find this situation," Keith paused,
"interesting."
"Good," Cologne said, "Come I want you to see the tournament"
"Tournament?" this interested Keith.
"Yes, the best from the entire system are here." Cologne said looking
at the mage.
"And they are competing in?" Keith asked.
"The Art" Cologne said as she walked down the path.
"What is this art?"
"Martial Arts, the focusing of the mind and the body," Cologne stated
Keith had always thought that martial arts were a trad fabrication.
Their way of glorifying primitive street fighting. Then again these
'Amazons' have proved to bear watching. She then asked, "But you're
not limited to these arts, are you." The two guards were both wearing
battle suits and had plasma weapons.
"Of course not," Cologne said, " I was the one who proposed
modernizing the amazons. We use modern means to protect ourselves, but
the Art is not only about fighting"
As they walked the last ten kilometers to the village, Cologne talked
about her village, its history, laws, and Keith talked about her
travels. As they talked Keith learned that the Amazons were pushing
the limits that the UCA had over their systems. The UCA (United
Coalition of America) represented nearly all of humanity.
The Precept and The UCA have a federal-confederacy government. Each
system is semi-autonomous with a tri level federal government. Each
system had representatives in a district wide senate. Their main
decisions fall into trade, and other commercial activities. Each
district has representatives in a parliament; currency, certain laws
and military forces are regulated at this national level.
- "Governing the Stars" Jack Moody
This means that the military forces that the Amazons had were illegal
at best, treason at worst. When Keith asked her about this Cologne
laughed, "Out on the Frontier we have to protect ourselves."
Keith noted that UCA patrols on the rim took care of most problems.
There were very few privateer attacks.
A ship had to be at least 500 meters in length to be interstellar, a
full kilometer if you wanted decent cargo and personal capacity. This
was because mass amounts of energy were required to tune. Ships at the
minimum size had to devote considerable space for reactors. As a ship
increased in size, the energy required become proportionally smaller.
Until the ratio stabilized at about ship length of two kilometers.
This meant that only the UCA and corporations could afford starships.
There were some exceptions, certain groups managed to get through
various means (grand theft, money laundering, venture investing) the
money to buy starships. This formed two groups privateers and
free-traders; the Oath of Tisen was the latter.
There were some pirates out beyond the frontier line, but they were a
gross exaggeration and the UCA could easily take then out. Also Keith
saw few orbital defenses when she entered the system, and considering
most attacks come from space, Cologne's explanations of protection
from external threats was a veil. But if they were not training for
enemies from the outside, what were they training for?
Cologne was definitely hiding something, for instance her explanation
as to why she did not thy to stop Walter was inadequate. Something was
very odd about these Amazons. Keith felt that she would have alert an
old friend in the UCA military, about a possible security threat.
And why did they suddenly reopen trade. Only two ships had entered the
system when the Tisen had arrived, and now there were regular flights
arriving in the system. This change was very odd.
They entered the village. Keith followed Cologne to the center of the
village. Keith found the architecture of the village very amusing. In
the center of the town their was a small park. Keith followed Cologne
as she pushed her way though the crowd that had gathered in the park.
In the middle of the park was a suspended log. On one side was a
lavender haired girl, about sixteen. She was wearing a type of body
suit that showed of her figure nicely. On the other end was a familiar
redhead.
Cologne scowled at this. She went to talk with another wrinkled gnome.
Keith watched the two dance around each other. She was impressed with
their power. These two youths were very skilled at this Art that
Cologne spoke of. The purple one, being taller had more reach, but the
redhead seemed to be faster and had more skill. They seemed to be
evenly matched. Intrigued by their skill, Keith focused her sensors on
the two. Purple hair had above average flexibility and strength, but
that was it. The redhead on the other had was a surprise however, she
had extensive cybernetic and bio-mechanical components. The type of
modules used indicated massive physical trauma. Akin to getting mauled
or ripped apart. The components were extensively integrated with the
girl's natural organs. This indicated that these systems and whatever
damage that necessitated them happened when the redhead was very
young. It seemed odd that the 'boy's' father, who Keith believed to be
a trad, would allow such things.
Most trads opted for re-growth when faced with sever damage. This was
the acceleration of the body's natural repair mechanisms. In cases of
damage similar to what the redhead must have gone through, the process
would have been very slow and expensive.
This could be the reason that the kid's father opted not to go that
way. Keith wondered even if the kid knew that he was a cyborg. Much
like Keith herself, these implants were undetectable by the human eye.
Whatever happened to the kid that caused the damage occurred so early
in his life that he most likely did not remember. She pulled herself
out of the thoughts on the condition of the kid. It was really none of
her business.
Cologne came back to Keith, "It seems that the redhead's panda ate
part of my great-granddaughter's prize."
"Congratulations," Keith said, "She looks much younger."
Cologne cut her off, "No, no, she's really that young. Our generations
are spaced further apart here."
"So they're fighting for what, honor?"
"Yes that young one dishonored Shampoo by destroying the prize,"
Cologne said
"And if red wins," Keith asked, knowing the probable answer.
"She won't," Cologne said eyeing the two teens fight.
The red head got a hit inside Shampoo's defenses, right in the solar
plexus. Shampoo doubled over in pain. Red then used this to knock her
off the log.
Shampoo got up. She looked at the redhead.
Keith leaned over to Cologne, "You know that kid's cursed."
Cologne nodded, "I suspected as much, after all panda's are not
normally seen in this part of space."
"So you're going to tell Shampoo, before she does something wrong."
"Of course," Cologne said, "A husband is much better than a corpse."
Cologne turned to Shampoo and called her over. She then whispered in
the young woman's ear. Shampoo's expression changed dramatically.
Ranma had jumped off the log and was trying to get her glutinous
father's attention. She turned around to see the strange purple haired
girl walk up to her. When Shampoo was two meters away, she leapt at
Ranma, planting a deep kiss on Ranma's lips. Shampoo continued to
cling on Ranma for another half minute until she disengaged herself.
Ranma was confused, to say the least. Just a half hour ago this girl
wanted to throttle Ranma, and now she wanted to do what? Ranma wasn't
sure.
The panda saw all this. Genma was very concerned that this would
disrupt his plans. Granted he'd engaged his son dozens of times, but
those people would never find him. It was too close, if this girl
followed them to, all his plans would be in trouble. He grabbed his
female son and ran to out of the village.
Ranma felt her father pull her. She went along with it. This trip last
trip was a very bad idea, and she wanted to get out as much as Pops
did. Just as they left the park, Ranma looked back; she saw a woman
with very familiar blue hair.
Keith saw the two idiots run out of town. She looked at Cologne,
"Where's the space port?"
"Just west of the park is a tube entrance. That'll take you to the
port," Cologne said, pointing in the same direction that the morons
went.
"Thank you Cologne," Keith said, "Perhaps we will met again." Keith
started walking. Out of the park she saw the subway entrance. She
walked down the steps. Keith sensed that a train had just left the
platform. Once she was in the station. She consulted the time tables,
and found out that she had missed the train to the spaceport. It was a
small problem since. The rail line was a small loop that connected
Frem, three other villages, and the space port. The train will
complete the loop, and return to the station in forty minutes.
In the mean time Keith had adjusted her clothing to its original form,
and had her nanites collect moisture from the relatively humid air.
Once she had enough she heated the small sphere of water. Keith then
guided the water to her skin where it hit and triggered the change.
Keith then used his nanites to dry his skin. He hopped that tricks
like that would not be considered manipulative by the Jusenkyou
nanites.
He spent the next half hour surfing the Stream. He used one of his
internal transmitters, to connect to the local Stream grid, and then
linked to a district conduit. He checked up on a few sites and booked
passage back to Avon.
The subway arrived, and he got on. Keith took a shuttle up to orbit.
From there he took a flight out of system to a UCA support base. The
base was out on the rim beyond the frontier line, not as far out as
the Amazons were, but it was still a deep station. From their he took
a flight to Sodus. From Sodus he went to the district capital of Iso.
From Iso he took a direct flight to the Avon system. In all it was
over 10,000 light years of travel, it took nearly three weeks to make
the trip. This last leg of his two decade quest was the most
difficult, because now the hunt was over. Keith knew that once he gave
Sarah the jaw bone, his quest would be over. Boredom was the bane of
immortals.
Genma was taking his son on a similar trip. He was too cheep to
actually pay for passage. So he hitched a ride on a freighter. The
ship was surpassingly fast and it's route took the ship near the
location that Genma had aimed for.
*********************************************
Sarah Simmons returned from work. She lived on Avon 2.3; more commonly
know as Dirk. It was the third moon of the second planet in the Avon
system. The gas giant it orbited was know locally as Albert. It was a
largish world composed of bands of green and purple gas.
Albert's distance from the sun combined with the wide orbit of Dirk,
made the small moon impossible to terraform. She looked up at the
ceiling of the dome. It was a bland gray with bands of lighting banks.
Dirk kept the same face aimed towards Albert, and this dome was on
that near side. The designers of the settlement, decided against a
clear dome ceiling, because they believed that looking up and seeing
Albert loom above them, would cause severe vertigo. Dirk itself was a
the largest moon in orbit around Avon 2, but was still relatively
small (gravitational adjustment of the core combined with local grav.
adjusters made the gravity match the Terran standard), and had no
atmosphere leaving it a gray crater covered rock. Making it resemble
Sol 3.1 in appearance. Dirk itself was inhabited fairly sparsely. The
only other planet in the system was Avon 1. A terraformed gem of a
world. Avon 2.3 was a harbor, storage center, and construction center
for Avon.
Sarah worked for a company that made sensor and communications
clusters for interstellar ships. She programmed the ports for these
devices. The ports allowed these devices to communicate with the other
systems, in a ship. The company itself had a relatively small staff. A
few programmers, some design techs, and a fabrication team, that
oversees the actual construction of the components. The factory was on
Avon 2.2 and was completely automated. The fabrication team
essentially worked as trouble shooters in case anything went wrong.
Sarah was having a bad day. First she wakes up to a vid call, from her
girlfriend. It turns out that Joanne was going out to the Disputed
Territory, "to find herself" as she put it. Sarah knew that Joanne was
a flake, but this was ridiculous. Then her boss calls ordering her to
come to the office. Sarah almost never went in to the office; she was
a programmer so she could just telecommute. Allowing her to keep very
flexible hours. The one thing that Sarah really hated about the job
was its dress code. Avon still had some trad sentiments so her company
could get away with making its human female employees have to wear
'specific business attire' She immensely disliked the skirt and blouse
she was wearing. The shoes also irritated her. It wasn't that she
disliked feminine clothing; she wasn't that kind of lesbian. She just
hated the stuffy feel of business attire.
Sarah was a blonde of average height. She looked about 25 but was
really 32. She had a fresh college look. The only abnormality she had
were her eyes. She was born with green eyes then when she was eighteen
she went and got neon pigments injected. These pigments reacted to
specific nerve impulses. During the day she could make her eyes shine,
and at night she could make them glow. She also could control the
shade of green.
She had gotten out of the tube station, and was walking back home.
They thought that it was a software problem that needed her direct
help. The problem that they had her fix was a simple hardware glitch.
Some temp had turned off a computer, and they overlooked it.
Her eyes flashed emerald green in anger. How could people be so
stupid! The two questions that solved 75% of all tech support
questions are "Is it turned on?" and "Is it Connected ?" She was
supposed to be working with technical professionals. If it weren't for
the excellent pay and the telecommuting she'd quit. Her eyes turned
gray green then flashed neon, and then returned to their normal jade
green. Okay so things weren't so bad, things had been bumpy with
Joanne for a while now, it was only matter of time, and so what if her
job sucked. Most people had crappy jobs, why should she be so special.
Her house was in view, and sitting on the sidewalk near the gate to
her yard was a figure wearing a large gray coat. It was a coat she
remembered seeing as a young child. "Keith," she called to the waiting
visitor. This was a pleasant visit, the last time she saw Keith was
ten years ago. Keith had only stopped by because the trail had lead
him close to Avon. He stayed the night and in the morning he was back
to his quest.
Sarah missed Keith. He was like a brother to her or an uncle. She
remembered him hanging around the Tisen. As she recalled he was a
great friend of her parents. She held no anger for Keith, she wanted
Walter to pay for what he did. It was only due to a fluke of chance
that she was not on the ship. If things were slightly different she
would have been tortured alongside her parents.
Keith was standing now, looking at her with his piercing eyes.
She maintained her silence until she was a few meter away, then Sarah
spoke, "Is it done?"
He pulled a small object out of his coat, and tossed it to her. Sarah
caught the object. It was a small bone. She held it in her hands. She
felt no relief, no joy. All that she felt was a sense of finality,
that a chapter of her life was over. She had spent the last twenty-two
years in a kind of limbo, uncertain as to what would happen. Sarah
tossed the jaw back to Keith. Once it was in his hand, he vaporized
it. Millions of nanites took it apart molecule by molecule, until
nothing was left.
"Ka," Keith said.
"Ka," Sarah repeated, she had read the same books that Keith did. The
whole epic was under her bed, in a small trunk. "Come on in. I want to
know all about the last two decades."
"Only if you tell me what you've been up to." Keith replied, as he
followed Sarah up the walk and into her house.
*********************************************
Genm a and Ranma had left the spaceport. Genma was happy. In an hour or
so, he would be with Soun, then the schools would be joined. Ranma
seemed to have adjusted; well he wasn't in denial anymore. But the
further they got from that godforsaken planet the more adamant Ranma
got to returning to try and find a cure. Genma did not disagree in
principle, he wanted a cure himself, but first things first.
They were on a road, when some sprinklers turned on. It was too late
for them to dodge it. Things like this had been happing ever since
they got cursed. This seemed to set off Ranma she started shouting.
"I don't care what harebrained scheme you've cooked up," the redhead
yelled, "I'm going back to the rim to find a cure."
The panda saw her turn, and start to walk towards the spaceport. He
pulled out a hypo-spray he had hidden in his pack. He lunged, the end
of the spray made her neck. He depressed a button on the device. The
chemical that entered the girl's blood stream would render her
unconscious, for a while.
The panda hefted her and their packs up, and made his way to the
Tendou Dojo.
*********************************************
Soun was sorting through his mail. He still subscribed to paper mail.
Some would say that it was an amazing waste of time. Hardly any one
used paper at all, let alone communicated with it. Why wait for some
text when you could have instantaneous vid communication, in full,
crisp 3-d audio and video. It was even worse for interstellar mail,
because while the comm. network allowed for instantaneous data
transfer in nearly all of the galaxy, physical objects from freight,
to people, to letters all had the same maximum rate of travel. This
meant that often people would precede the letter they sent. This was
why the postal service stopped giving mail. They still dealt with
packages and other goods, but you could only get letters delivered
upon special request.
Soun held the postcard in his hands. The simple message on the back
read, "Bringing Ranma home from the Rim. Genma."
Soun started to cry with joy. After all the years of waiting the
schools will be joined. He called his daughters to the foyer. Akane
came in from out back where she was practicing. He was so proud that
she was caring on the family art.
Kasumi entered next from the kitchen. Soun thought she was a very
traditional woman, who would make an good wife. Then again Akane would
share the devotion of the art.
Nabiki came down the stairs. She had that damned headset on the one
with the oculars that fitted next to the eyes. It was a compromise she
wanted to get ported, so she could interface with computers. Soun
would have no part of his daughter selling her soul, just to be a
little bit faster.
"This better be good, I was in the middle of a deal with a Mycota
firm." Nabiki said.
Soun frowned at this. He disliked her dealing with aliens, and he
found her methods dishonorable, but the money she brought in was
useful, The thing that really irked him was that she was so
disrespectful always challenging his judgment, and questioning the
choices he made.
"An old friend of my Genma Saotome is coming in from the rim. He's
brining his son. We plan to engage one of you to Ranma."
Akane blanched at this. Kasumi's face twisted slightly. Nabiki kept
her poker face. This sounded different from her father's other moronic
plans. She used her oculars to connect to the Stream. Nabiki entered a
search algorithm for information on a Genma and Ranma Saotome, also
adding the restraint that they had to have recently traveled in from
the rim. There were twenty hits. She then narrowed it further to
include having contact with Soun Tendou. This got a hit. Nabiki then
went to a low-level UCA database, using some codes she purchased to
gain entry. Once there she was reading small bios on each of them,
when something caught her eye. She linked to more information. What
she found was very disturbing, considering what this monster did to
his child it was amazing that the authorities let him keep custody of
Ranma. She would have to be very careful about this 'friend' of
father's.
"Nabiki!" Soun shouted.
"What?" she replied. Apparently she had gotten too immersed during her
search.
"I was telling you about the engagement and you just freeze up," Soun
ranted, "This is why I don't want you messing up you body with tech.
It rots you brain."
Yeah, sure it does; Nabiki thought. "I just was a bit shocked about
this engagement thing. I mean it's not done that much any more."
"Yes, it's a shame that such a noble practice has run into disuse,"
Soun said.
My father the trad Nabiki sighed, "How much do you know about your
friend?"
Soun fiddled with his mustache in remembrance, "We were real good
friends ever since we trained under the master, but after Ranma
started to walk, he took him on a training trip. I haven't seen him
since."
Nabiki didn't remind her father that, if he really missed his friend
he could just call up a trace on him, and he would be in contact with
Genma in seconds. But her father had gotten very weird about
technology ever since mom died. He hated using any technology, he
found it unclean, for gods' sake he still used paper! Of course he
only hated the tech he could actually see, for instance he didn't seem
to mind living on a barren rock dependant on machines to keep him
alive. This was standard trad ignorance, be all big about nobility,
and ancient traditions, decrying the personal use of tech, and
viciously denying anything that clashed with your world view.
Nabiki was depressed at this her father was obviously a trad, Akane
was so angry and suborn she might as well be, and Kasumi was the
poster child of what a woman 'should' be. There was only one person
that she was close to who honestly wasn't a trad.
There was a knock at the door. Everyone turned to see a panda carrying
a struggling, redheaded young woman.
"Oh my, this is odd," Kasumi said.
"Thank you master of the obvious," Nabiki said.
The redhead managed to break free and clocked the panda in the head.
She then turned to the startled Tendous, "I'm Ranma Saotome, sorry
about this."
This was wrong. The bio said that Ranma was male. This meant that this
was an imposter. She was suspicious as to what this girl and her panda
were up to. Soun on the other hand, "Ranma my boy, it's great to see
you."
"Father that is a girl," Nabiki said pointing at the redhead, "Genma
has a son."
"I never saw Ranma myself, but Soun assured me that he had a son."
"That might not be Ranma," Nabiki pointed out.
"Hey," the redhead cried, "I am too Ranma."
"Prove it," Nabiki said.
"Fine, get some hot water," the strange girl replied.
This caused a slight pause, then Soun nodded. Kasumi went into the
kitchen. She returned with a kettle.
The redhead grabbed it and dumped the fluid on her head. Her body
changed shape like some invisible hand was reforming living wax. When
it was done a young man with a similar pigtail was standing in the
door way. He then poured the water on the unconscious panda, who
changed to a bald middle aged man.
Nabiki compared the images in the bio to the two visitors. They did
match although they still could be imposters, but chances were that
they were who they said they were. There still were some questions
that needed to be asked.
"What is this?" Soun asked.
"A curse," Ranma replied.
"What did you do piss of some mage?" Nabiki asked.
Genma had gotten up from his little 'nap,' when Soun eyed him, "Yes
tell us how you came to be tainted in such a way."
Genma told them about Jusenkyou, while Ranma corrected him when he got
a bit to poetic in his explanations. There was no reference to the two
dueling mages or what happened at Frem though.
Soun's face brightened, "This is not really a problem then," he said,
then he gestured at his daughters, "Akane age sixteen, Nabiki age
seventeen, and Kasumi nineteen, chose one and she will be your wife."
To say this shocked Ranma was an understatement. He had spent his
entire life training in the Art. He knew nothing else, and now he was
forced to chose a wife. This caused his brain to stall in much the
same way it did when he was first cursed.
Nabiki noticed his indecision, "Oh he wants Akane, after all she hates
boys and he's half girl."
Kasumi followed, "Yes he's much to young for me. I don't like younger
men." She said tentatively
Soun nodded at this. It made sense Akane studied the Art, and Soun had
feared that she was corrupted into some unnatural state. Akane often
said how she hated boys. This should solve it.
Akane stated to protest, but was cut off. "It is decided then. Akane
will marry Ranma," Soun said enthusiastically.
"The houses will be joined," Genma said triumphantly.
Akane looked at the two morons then at the boy she had been engaged
to. "So you're a martial artist. Want to spar?"
"Um, alright," Ranma said.
*********************************************
Keith sat in Sarah's living room. Her entire house was in the sparse
neo-modernist look, few objects, lots of chrome and metal, right
angles, and a sterile look. "We might as well start from the
beginning," Sarah told Keith. She meant the beginning of her story
because even though she had known him all her life she knew very
little about his own past. She knew he was in the Spider-link war,
nearly a hundred years ago, but that was it.
"Okay," Keith said, "I came on board the Tisen in 2283, 36 years ago.
I had ended one chapter of my life and decided to start anew."
"The Oath of Tisen" was a free trader. Free traders are ships that are
owned by small co-ops usually their crew, or paid for by venture
capitalists. They were small freighters, (only 4 kilometers in length)
that transported goods to systems too small to get the attention of
major corporations. These ships operated in The Disputed Territory and
the rim, because of the large number of small frontier settlements.
The Tisen operated on the rim near the border to The Disputed
Territory. Their home port was Sodus, where they returned every two
months to refill their holds. The Tisen carried fabrication materials,
terraforming equipment, constructors, and other heavy machinery. It
also had one hold devoted to luxury items. Massive freezers containing
real meat not synthetics, rare (at least on the rim) woods like, elm,
oak, poplar, ironwood, pine and other varieties, precious gems, and
rare metals. Despite the value of the material in hold E the high tech
machinery in the other four holds was much more valuable.
The Tisen was composed of a support spine, with sensor and comm.
clusters in the bow. There were living and command decks aft of that,
with life support directly astern. Behind those were the flight decks
where twelve cargo shuttles were stored, and two personnel landers.
After that were the five cargo holds. These holds were cubic in shape,
600 meters to a side. They accounted to three quarters of the length
of the ship and 90% of its volume. After the holds came the power
cores, engine rooms, and finally the tuning conduits.
Starships used tuning to cause a vibration into the hyper dimensional
quantum structure of space time. This resonance results in the ship's
"movement" to another location often hundreds of light years away.
- "Governing the Stars" Jack Moody
Free traders are profitable in that, they buy directly from their
suppliers and sell it without middlemen or crippling bureaucracy. The
problem it that they are only single ships so they can't supply large
systems with goods. The realm of the Arcs on in is left to the big
corporations and to the UCA and Precept.
The Tisen herself had a small crew of twenty people. There was simply
no need for a large crew compliment. The loading of the cargo is done
by the dock workers of Sodus, and the offloading was done by the
compliment of cargo shuttles. Each shuttle was a small craft about 12
x 12 x 4 meters in size. Each transported four cargo boxes. A cargo
box was a cubic container 20 meters to a side. The shuttle attached to
the side of a box, then there more containers were lined up in a row.
Securing stapes went from the shuttle to the front of the cargo line
then back to the shuttle. Each strap was reinforced and had
maneuvering jets on it. This in effect, made the shuttle and the four
boxes a single ship, that could be transported to other ships or to
the surface of a planet. When not in use the straps were folded in
making the shuttle very compact.
The crew therefore was only a small group that operated, and
maintained the Tisen. She was a very profitable ship, being the
largest in that area of the rim. The Tisen always returned to Sodus
with empty holds selling all the cargo inside, often with requests for
more goods, next time she arrived in system.
Jean Simmons was the cluster operator. Her job was to make sure the
sensors and communications equipment were in working order, her
husband was the ship's diplomat. Milt's job was to negotiate with the
locals when they arrived in system. Keith did odd jobs, working
whenever an extra hand was needed. It was a free trader belief that a
mage on board was good luck. He bonded especially well with the
Simmons.
Five years later Jean gave birth to a girl, she named Sarah. Milt and
Jean decided to raise her on the Tisen. The captain approved, he was
an old military vet, and he thought the idea of a child on board was
another good luck charm.
Sarah grew up in the gulf between the stars. She played in the cargo
bays, with machines and crates that dwarfed her. Her schooling was
repairing components of the ship. She learned tact and diplomacy from
her father. Keith was a kind of uncle to her doing tricks and telling
stories of ancient rights and fallen civilizations.
One day when Sarah was ten she was exploring the mammoth bays when she
knocked over a crate. I wasn't her fault really someone in Sodus
failed to secure it, when it was loaded on. Inside were some volatile
chemicals. She was only exposed for a few seconds. Keith had been in
the same hold, by simple chance, and saved her. She was taken to the
medical bay and stabilized. The spill was cleaned up. There was a
problem however, the chemicals she was exposed to were very cancerous,
and had to be removed, unfortunately the medical team on the Tisen was
not equipped to purge her.
"The Oath of Tisen" rushed to he nearest settlement, a military
outpost on the rim. The medical team said that it would take weeks to
clean the girls body of the chemical. Unfortunately Jean was the only
one who could fix the clusters which were acting up lately, and Milt
was needed to negotiate a deal on the next system they were headed
for. Despite man's technology most people still wanted someone to be
there physically to close the deal. Her parents decided to leave Sarah
in the care of Keith.
Every day Sarah would sit in her hospital bed with Keith by her side,
and talk with her parents light years away. They were headed to a
system that had no name only a number. Only one ship had entered the
system it was named the Amazon Promise. The colony had reduced its
contact to the Stream. The Tisen had made contact with a man who
claimed to be a representative of the local government. He requested
some terraforming equipment and some additional things from E hold.
When the Tisen arrived Walter came to meet him in his own shuttle.
Once on board he took control of the ship the first thing he did was
cut out the clusters so that the ship couldn't call for help. He then
drove the ship out to an empty part of space an area where no ships
usually traveled.
At first he did nothing other than take control of the ship. The crew
tried to kill him, but he would disappear at a moments notice. Walter
let them stew for a few days. Then he decided to have some fun.
Working Jusenkyou got boring after a while, and now he had some new
toys. He cleared out one of the holds dumping its contents out into
space, and used his nanites to create an arena. He made the crew play
games. If they wouldn't cooperate he took control of their nervous
system and made them do things. Even those in the waiting rooms
weren't unaffected. He did everything he could to increase the stress
and the fear. One person tried to hang himself, Walter couldn't allow
that. He made it so the man stayed alive even though his neck was
broken. He also made it so that no one could cut him down. The poor
man hung their rotting for weeks, unable to die. This was only a
warning of the horrors that awaited the crew.
Keith knew that something was wrong, the Tisen's beacon had gone
offline. This was bad a ship never went offline unless something was
very wrong. Keith suspected terrorism, the signal was lost just after
they received Walter. He spent his time comforting Sarah and finding
what information he could about this Walter.
A few weeks latter a UCA patrol found The Oath of Tisen. The crew was
all dead. Their were signs of cannibalism, torture, forms of brutality
that were beyond description. Of Walter there was no sign. No ship
passed had thought the area. He couldn't have used one of the
shuttles, none were missing even the one he arrived on was there, even
if he took one he couldn't get far none of the ships in the Tisen were
capable of interstellar flight. He could have uploaded his personality
and memories onto the Stream and escaped that way, but the clustered
were destroyed. It was a mystery as to how he escaped.
Keith was left with a choice raise Sarah or take his revenge against
Walter. He chose the latter. Sarah was raised by her grandfather, who
lived in Avon. Keith started a twenty-two year quest.
Sarah then told her about what had happened spending the rest of her
childhood in Avon 2.3. Her grandfather loved her, but she missed her
parents and her friend Keith. She was told that a bad man came on the
ship and blew it up. It was only later when she was told what really
happened, and she was shown the vids of the events. Walter recorded
everything. After she was done she went out and got her eyes done. She
decided to work on sensor clusters as a homage. "So what was the final
confrontation like?" she asked.
Keith told her about the hunt, the desert, the fight, and the curse.
Sarah was intrigued, "Can you show me it."
Keith shrugged. He gathered up some water, this time from inside his
body, and doused himself. Keith then dried herself using her nanites.
"Interesting," Sarah said as she got up to inspect Keith's new body.
"Can I change back now?" Keith asked.
"Sure."
Keith then changed back in a manner similar to the way she changed
before only now the water was heated. "So you were talking about your
neighbors?" he asked.
"Yes it's very sad the mother died in a botched medical operation. The
father already a trad, descended into a fragile state where he would
fly of the handle at any moment. His daughters were only little kids.
He was not up to raising them. I helped as much as he could, but he
really didn't like me. He thought that I was tainting his daughters,
especially the youngest one," Sarah said looking out the window.
Keith nodded he had seen the house it was a traditional Japanese
dwelling. That in itself was not unusual. Avon was originally settled
by the Japanese, but he had gotten a weird vibe by the place.
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"Wai t." Soun said to Ranma who was about to leave the room.
"Yes," Ranma replied
Soun then started to speak it was in a language that sounded vaguely
familiar, but he couldn't understand it.
Soun looked at Ranma's blank expression with distaste, "Genma how
could you not teach your son our proud native language."
"I'm sorry," Genma said, "but the boy is so slow when it comes to
things like that. I thought that teaching him a second language would
be a waste of time, that could be spent training."
Soun looked at him angrily, but then relented. "I suppose if the time
was spent training. It's not so bad."
Ranma then followed Akane out of the house.
A note on languages English is the primary trade language of humanity.
This is because of the primary exploration done by the USA, the
precursor to the UCA. Most systems have a native language that is
reflective of the ethnic composition of the system, but they use
English when dealing with other systems.
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Ra nma was looked around the dojo. It looked reasonably well built.
Akane was at the other end, still dressed in the slightly worn gi.
Ranma was apprehensive, he could easily beat her (gauging a person's
attitude in the art was one of the things he was trained in), it just
was that he usually didn't fight girls. OK there was that time in
Frem, but that was different.
"Are you ready," Akane asked, taking a stance.
Ranma nodded.
Akane responded to this by charging him. Ranma easily evaded this
charge, by leaping back. He could have easily penetrated her weak
defenses, and taken her out with a single hit, but he really didn't
want to hit girls.
Ranma analyzed Akane's tactics. She had impressive quantities of raw
power, but she lacked focus, and control. Her defenses were also
pitiful.
This trend of Ranma dodging Akane, continued for four minutes. Akane
getting angrier and angrier. As her rage consumed her she became less
and less controlled in her attacks, and thus it became easier for
Ranma to dodge.
Akane snapped, "Quit dodging, and fight me," she roared.
"Ha, why should I hit an uncute tomboy like you," Ranma taunted still
evading Akane's blows.
Akane screamed at this and walked out of the dojo. Ranma was left
inside confused whenever her spared with Pops insults always seemed to
help. He left the dojo soon after to find his father. Neither noticed
the small camera, located in the ceiling.
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Ke ith sat with Sarah in her kitchen. They were both eating some sort
of stew. The package said it was beef, but neither of them had had
real beef so they had no idea if the claim was true. Keith was a mage
so he didn't eat much, and Sarah was raised on a starship so she was
used to eating processed food.
Food animals required a large amount of space to be raised in and the
energy gotten from eating them was only a fraction of the energy form
the food that they ate. This made real meat very expensive on
unterraformed planets, starships, space stations, and any other area
that couldn't raise its own livestock. Most people ate synthetic meats
a misnomer because they were in reality constructed by genetically
engineered bacteria and then processed to resemble meat. This made
real meat a luxury item that could be sold for impressive profits,
hence the huge freezers in the Tisen's E hold. Plants on the other
hand could be efficiently raised by using hydroponics.
"So when are you going?" Sarah asked, in between bites.
This caught Keith off guard, he hadn't even considered what he would
do after he gave the bone to her, "I don't know. Whenever you want me
to. It's not like I have a schedule or anything."
Sarah looked at her stew. She had hopped that Keith had some reason to
leave. Keith was like an uncle to her, but that other form. She pushed
those thoughts aside; she was on the rebound and liable to latch onto
the next person who came alone. She decided to change the subject, "So
what's the curse like, how does it work?"
Keith put down his spoon, and looked at Sarah, "This is a creation of
Walter. He built nanites that would cause a person to have two
physical states of existence. These states are easily transferable by
a common trigger. The change is complete down to the cellular level,
each state is recorded with extremely high accuracy. The change is
extremely fast and uses very little energy, there is also a
disappearance in mass between the two states. I have no idea how this
'curse' works. I was told that if I investigated into the working of
these nanites, the 'curse' would change. I agree with this, Walter
would undoubtedly put little 'traps' in his nanites. They are clever
little bugs."
"So you're stuck with them," Sarah stated.
"Yup," Keith said, "Well I could prevent water from ever touching my
skin, but apparently the nanites even track that, so it's not a good
idea."
"Well I've got some work to do," Sarah said as she put the dishes in
the washer.
"OK," Keith said as he also placed his bowl and silverware in the
washer, "Can I sleep in the spare room."
"Sure, but I thought you didn't need to sleep," Sarah asked.
"I also don't need to breathe or eat," Keith said, "But I haven't
slept since, well."
"I understand, the dreams," Sarah said, "I've had them too."
Keith responded, "But it was my responsibility. If I was there"
Sarah interrupted, "If you were there you'd be dead too."
"I know. I just feel that it was my responsibility. Nothing I could do
can bring them back," Keith said.
"Believe me I wanted him to pay," Sarah said her eyes glowing
fiercely, "The one thing that kept me going was that you were out
their hunting him, and now," her eyes returned to normal, "that it's
over." Sarah paused looked at Keith then said good night.
Keith understood when to leave someone alone. He walked out of the
room and up the stairs. He heard Sarah activating her computer and
begin to work. Keith knew that she needed time. Hell he needed time,
what was he going to do? The quest was over.
He entered the spare bed room and went to sleep. He slept on top of
the covers still wearing his clothes, he was exhausted. Not
physically, but mentally, two decades is a long time. His dreams were
of the Tisen, but only the good parts.
A few hours later Sarah entered the room. She looked at Keith's
sleeping form, thoughtfully. She took the glass she was holding, and
pored some water on him. Keith had apparently powered down all of his
systems so she kept on sleeping. Sarah looked at the slumbering woman,
and left the room. When Keith woke up she would surmise what happened,
but that was a problem for tomorrow.
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N abiki was having her morning coffee. She was digesting the footage
she had seen last night. Her oculars were on and she was replaying the
interesting parts. Ranma was a superior martial artist. This was the
only thing he had in Nabiki's opinion, aside from that he was just a
tactless simpleton. Although the curse could be profitable. Akane was
similar in that all she had was the art, and now that someone better
came along; she had nothing. The engagement only forced them together.
She turned her head to see Genma arguing with Ranma.
"Why do I have to go to school anyway?" Ranma said.
"Do you want to grow up an idiot." Genma said.
"But you always said that the Art was all I needed." Ranma stated.
"Bah don't be foolish boy," Genma said.
"I don't even have any supplies," Ranma said still trying to worm out
of school.
"You can use my wristpad," Genma said handing the device to him, "I
never used the contraption."
Ranma held the small computer in his hands. The last time he had gone
to school something happened but what? He was shaken out of the depth
of memory, by Akane coming down the stairs.
Nabiki took this opportunity to leave the house. Ranma and Akane were
already arguing over something as trivial as walking to school. She
stopped off next door.
Sarah was a the kitchen table having some juice. Keith was coming down
the stairs. "Funny joke," Keith said as she sat at the chrome table.
Sarah grinned, "Why didn't you change back?"
"No point," Keith said, as she poured herself some juice.
"Weird hair," Sarah said commenting on its color again, "Is it all
blue?"
"Curios?" Keith said.
Sarah chuckled, "No, no unless you insist." Then she noticed something
odd about Keith's state of dress, "Are you wearing a bra?"
"Yes." Keith said taking another sip.
"It's not one of mine is it?"
"Nope." Keith said taking yet another sip.
Sarah found this odd, but Keith was a mage. Her inquires were
interrupted by someone entering the front door. Keith turned to see a
teenage girl enter wearing a set of oculars and a school uniform.
"Dear gods," Keith exclaimed, "They don't make you wear that do they.
Is this whole system infected with trads?"
"Who's this?" Nabiki asked.
Sarah looked at Keith, and then said, "Oh she's just a friend."
"Name's Keith," she said extending her hand.
Nabiki paused odd name. Then again Keith was obviously counter
culture, her hair was clear indicator are was the coat and boots.
"Just a friend?," Nabiki asked, "Does Joanne know about this?"
Sarah glared slightly at Nabiki, "I broke up with her yesterday."
Nabiki looked at the blue haired woman, then back to Sarah, "Anyway
something rather interesting happened yesterday."
"Will I have to pay for this?" Sarah asked an amused smile on her
face.
Keith raised an eyebrow.
"No, you'd find out anyway," Nabiki said, this entitlement was one of
the few signs of affection she showed to anyone. Sarah was one of the
few, perhaps the only, person who understood her. Sarah was like an
aunt to her, and it was hard for her to not be the 'Ice Queen' when
Sarah was around.
"Go on," Keith said. Feeling uneasy, 'something interesting?'
Nabiki stared describing yesterday's events. She got to the panda
when. Sarah looked a Keith who nodded.
"What?" Nabiki asked, stopping her the story. What did this woman,
know, then it hit her. She was named Keith. "You're not cursed are
you?" she asked Keith.
"It's not technically a curse," Keith said, "Now can you describe
these two people."
"Why?" Nabiki asked. She wanted to get as much as she could from this
'woman.'
"Fair trade a tale for a tale, but you finish yours first," Keith
said.
Nabiki hesitated if she continued it would be on faith, to a complete
stranger, but this was one of Sarah's friends. She finished her
description of the previous nights events.
Keith nodded, "Those are definitely the two trads, I saw."
"Where and how did you meet them?" Nabiki asked.
Keith looked at Sarah, who nodded. Keith then told Nabiki a highly
abridged version of the events from Tisen on. She omitted what exactly
happened on the Tisen, and the years tracking the man in black.
"A mage," Nabiki said.
Keith nodded.
"This curse must be one hell of a job, for you to get stuck with it."
Keith agreed, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Those idiots were here.
This was too much to be a coincidence. She would have suspected that
this was Walter's doing, but this was not his style, but if it wasn't
one of Walter's games then what was it. Ka?
"My god," Sarah said, "I knew Soun was a trad, but an arranged
marriage, isn't that illegal?"
"Father never cared much for legality when it came between his
principals," Nabiki flatly stated, "I mean this friend of his tortured
Ranma when he was a kid."
This caught Keith's attention. 'What did he do?" she asked.
"Repeatedly tossed his five year old son into a pit of cats," Nabiki
said.
Sarah cringed, she knew trads were misconstrued, but what this man did
to his son was monstrous, "Why did he do it?"
"He was quoted as saying it was 'training,'" Nabiki said disgusted.
"How did a man who would let his son get mauled be allowed to raise
him?" Sarah said.
"The police report oddly omits that"
Keith was thinking. The oculars that Nabiki wore were top of the line,
special order. This meant that she had some expertise in hacking. It
was odd for a person to have such an expensive piece of equipment when
a simple cybernetic jack and wristpad would be much better and
cheaper, but her father being a trad did explain that. "Now I
understand why he had those implants, when his father was such a
trad."
"Implants?" Nabiki said.
"Yes, I'm sure the medical report said that there was sever trauma,"
said Keith.
Nabiki said, "Yup, the report said that when the authorities found him
he was nearly torn apart."
"To save his life, many medical implants were placed in him.
Supplementing the function of many of his organs, parts of his nervous
systems, and shattered bones."
"Does Ranma know about this?" Sarah asked.
"I don't think so," Nabiki said, "Mr. Saotome seems to be the type of
person who would try to cover up any of his mistakes."
"True," Keith agreed, "trads never like to face the folly of their
poor judgment."
"Can they be removed?" Sarah asked.
"No," Keith said, "Medical implants are designed to be removed as soon
as the person heals. This is to prevent the body from relying on the
implants. Ranma has had these things in for over a decade. His body
has come to depend on them, especially since he's gone trough puberty
with them in. His body had changed and grown with them as a part of
him. There is a slight chance they might be removable, I'd have to
examine him myself. If they were taken out, he'd spend years in
physical therapy recovering from it, not to mention the expense, and
that is only if he hasn't adjusted completely. Which I doubt."
"The curse seems to handle the inorganic components in stride," Nabiki
observed.
"True," Keith said, "After all I'm a prime example of it."
A warning light went off in Nabiki's oculars, it was time for her to
go on to school. "I've got to go."
"Wait," Sarah said.
"Yes."
"Don't tell anyone about this."
"What?" Nabiki said.
"This information is of little value. If told in the wrong way, it
could severely damage Ranma," Sarah said.
"What a mind job. Spending your life taught that cybernetics are
corrupting, and then finding out you're a cyborg." Keith said.
"Fine, but you owe me," she said while she left the house.
Keith looked at the closing door, and then at Keith. "Well things are
getting interesting," she said.
"So you're going to stay," Sarah said.
"I don't see why the hell not." Keith said.
"You've go to get some new idioms," Sarah said.
End Chapter 1