Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Soldier, Sailor, Jedi, Sith ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
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Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.24.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.24.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
It is a time of darkness. In a galaxy far, far away, a senator elected to the chancellorship and granted emergency dictatorial powers by the Senate has elevated himself to Emperor on the wake of his victory over the Trade Federation and the Separatist movement. The clonetroopers of the Grand Army of the Republic have dealt with their Jedi leaders in a swift and violent manner as though the Jedi were wheat for harvesting.
The Empire is quickly consolidating its forces and its systems. New governors that support the new regime are appointed by the Emperor, with terrifying effects on the nonhuman inhabitants, as whole planets are enslaved as labor for the Imperial war machine. Any form of resistance against the new regime is met with swift and sudden reprisals.
The Emperor's Sith Lords are hunting the Jedi to extinction with fanatical determination, driving the survivors from their bolt holes and hideaways...
oooooooooooo
In the depths of deep space, a Corellian freighter frantically tried to escape from her pursuers. The YT-1300 danced and weaved as it sped away from the Imperial battleships chasing the pilot. The ambush had been perfect: An Interdictor-class cruiser in the spacelanes escorted by a small battle fleet—10 Imperial-class Star Destroyers, and equal numbers of cruisers and destroyers. Not to mention numerous TIE fighters. All for one Jedi.
Emerald green turbolaser and laser bolts flew past the cockpit of the freighter, as its pilot and one of the few surviving Jedi, Tarquin Lim, glanced at his status boards. Shields were draining rapidly as they absorbed the impacts of the Imperial energy weapons and missiles. The ship's computer was reporting minor faults in just about every system; faults that were creeping up towards more serious and pronounced problems. One board he kept a continual eye on. It showed his range from the Interdictor that pulled him out of hyperspace. As it increased, he placed his hand on the hyperdrive levers. "May the Force be with me," he said as he activated the faster-than-light engines, hoping he was far enough away that the gravity well generators were far enough away.
For a brief moment, as the freighter began accelerating towards lightspeed, everything seemed normal. But the stretched out stars began to take on an orange glow and swirl around. Alarms began sounding throughout the ship, as gravitational and temporal forces collided with each other within the wormhole. Pursuing TIE fighters which had been dragged into the wormhole were crushed like eggs as their hulls collapsed from the gravity. Lim fought with the controls of his ship, trying to pull his freighter out of the wormhole, but to no avail. Letting the Force be his guide, the young Jedi sought to ride the gravity and temporal waves that buffeted his freighter, as opposed to fighting them.
The wormhole opened at the edge of an unassuming planetary system on the far side of the universe, in an outer spiral arm of an unassuming galaxy. The damaged freighter emerged through the other end of the wormhole, at speeds approaching the speed of light. Jedi Lim immediately began trying to correct the situation. "Coruscant, we have a problem," he muttered, as he took stock of what was left of his ship. All across his boards, master caution and warning lights were dancing like a Twi'lek dancer he'd known on Tatooine. "Hyperdrive is off line, main engines are red-lined, inertial dampeners red-lined, shields off line, reactor approaching red line," he muttered as he recounted each fault that had crept up on the voyage through the wormhole. "It's times like this I wish I had an R2 unit around."
The Jedi began applying reverse thrust from the maneuvering jets to slow the ship down before engaging the main thrust. He didn't want to overstress his already damaged engines, but there was no way to slow down with out them. Slowly Lim increased the thrust to his engines. The freighter began slowing down as it passed the fifth planet, and into the asteroid field separating the outer five planets from the inner four.
As the crippled ship approached the blue-green planet in the third orbit from the lone star, there was a loud BANG from the rear of the ship that reverberated through it's very core. Except for minor emergency lights, and the monitors kept alive by solar power, the ship grew dark. The main engines sputtered, then stayed on, the sputtered some more, before finally dying. Lim had just enough fuel in the maneuvering jets for a semi-controlled entry into the planet's atmosphere. The freighter hit the atmosphere and almost immediately the underbelly and leading edge of the hull began glowing red, as air molecules impacted against the hull at exceedingly high Mach numbers. Small antennae vaporized from the heat, while the barrels of the belly-mounted quad laser began to grow soft, before melting off. The transparent steel viewports around the gunner's position failed from the extreme temperatures and ruptured.
With a cool detachment that a Jedi has, Lim noted the loss of pressure in the rest of the ship, along with the alarms indicating a severe increase in temperature. He fought the increase in drag on manual controls, as the ship plummeted through increasingly thicker atmosphere. As the auxiliary altimeter—an ancient pressure-driven dial gauge centered near the hyperdrive levers—wound down like a clock with a broken spring, Lim had to choose between riding it out, and hoping for a soft landing, or ejecting. Neither option was much of a choice if the atmosphere of the planet wasn't breathable; especially as another set of bangs reverberated through the ship.
With what control he had now lost, Lim reached for the ejection handles, and trusted in the Force that his planet had a breathable atmosphere. As he pulled up on the handles, triggering the ejection sequence, Lim smiled sardonically that the eccentricity of his hobby—an ancient Alderaanian hobby known as skydiving—was actually going to save him right now.
With a roar, the transparent panes and support structure above his position blew off, followed moments later by his ejection seat. He separated from the seat, and his parachute opened, allowing the Jedi to fall like a leaf to the valley fifteen thousand feet below him.
oooooooooooo
Tokyo
Sometime in the near future
Sailor Pluto materialized amid the ruins of what was the capital of Japan, and what would have been the seat of the new Silver Millennium. A blood red sun glared down on the ruins, as crows and ravens circled the skies. How could I have not foreseen this new enemy? Walking through what was once Juuban, now a blasted ruin, the Senshi of Time almost, but not quite, freaked when she saw Rei's lifeless form lying like a broken doll amid the rubble. She did, however, lose her "Ice Queen" façade, as she knelt next to Mars, and closed her sightless eyes, as tears started to fall from her ruby eyes.
Walking further on, Pluto noticed a long blonde ponytail. That was when the formerly cool, calm, collected Senshi of Time lost it. Usagi may not have been the best fighter, but she was her princess, and the daughter of the woman Setsuna Meiou pledged her fealty to all those millennia ago. "My Queen," Pluto said, finally acknowledging Usagi's future role, as the tears came unbidden to her eyes. "I am so terribly sorry, Usagi, that this happened. I had no idea this would have happened.
"I swore to your mother my undying loyalty; my life before yours. And I will ensure that this becomes a minor alternate timeline. That this never happens again." Setsuna jumped to Nerima, where she hoped, no, prayed that the person she needed was there. Nerima, known for the number of insanely powerful martial artists hadn't escaped the devastation that wreaked the capital, just more corpses scattered around the ward. Running to the Tendo Dojo, her hopes were dashed. There still may be a chance, she thought.
Amid the wreckage, a half-submerged corpse of a panda lay in the koi pond. A length of chestnut brown hair was barely visible in the wreckage of the house. But what caught her eye was under the rubble that had been the outer wall. A red pigtail stuck out of the stone and masonry. "Hope died here today," she said quietly. "Hope for humanity and the future." With tears still streaming down her cheeks, the last surviving Senshi teleported back to her castle outside the time stream.
"I failed them. I failed all of them," she said amidst sobs.
"There is a way to save them," a booming mental presence "said". "You of all people should have known that. But to save them, you must sacrifice your dreams of Crystal Tokyo."
"But that means violating the time stream. But if I do that...then this timeline becomes a dead end, and a new one will be created. I can be such an idiot sometimes," Setsuna said, cursing herself. She had the Time Gates cycle back to through the current timeline, and saw when and where the legions of white armor-clad soldiers began their invasion of the Earth. Strange looking fighters, a sphere with two vertical "wings" swept through the skies, defeating what JASDF fighters took to the air. The battle for Tokyo looked like a scene from Neon Genesis Evangelion as MLRS missile launchers, tanks and attack helicopters rained fire on the invaders. But the ponderous armored walkers roamed the streets of Tokyo, the Type 90 tanks and Type 89 IFVs useless against the onslaught.
Not surprisingly, one of the landing points was the Kuno Mansion, where the samurai wannabe had been talking with a form in dark robes. "Ranma...this all stems from the 'Wild Horse' of Nerima; Mr. Chaos Theory Incarnate. All I have to do is try to prevent him from falling into the Nyanniichuan. But with his aura of Chaos, I won't be able to predict or prevent which spring he falls into."
"If he does not heed the Guide, then all we can do is pray that he falls into the proper spring. There is one not far from the Nyanniichuan that would be powerful enough in cursed form."
Pluto smiled, her tears drying forgotten on her cheeks and sailor fuku. "Then let's change history." A sweat drop formed on the side of the donut-shaped monolith. "And if something other than Crystal Tokyo results, then I will be quite happy with the results. Just as long as my Queen will live again."
The Empire is quickly consolidating its forces and its systems. New governors that support the new regime are appointed by the Emperor, with terrifying effects on the nonhuman inhabitants, as whole planets are enslaved as labor for the Imperial war machine. Any form of resistance against the new regime is met with swift and sudden reprisals.
The Emperor's Sith Lords are hunting the Jedi to extinction with fanatical determination, driving the survivors from their bolt holes and hideaways...
oooooooooooo
In the depths of deep space, a Corellian freighter frantically tried to escape from her pursuers. The YT-1300 danced and weaved as it sped away from the Imperial battleships chasing the pilot. The ambush had been perfect: An Interdictor-class cruiser in the spacelanes escorted by a small battle fleet—10 Imperial-class Star Destroyers, and equal numbers of cruisers and destroyers. Not to mention numerous TIE fighters. All for one Jedi.
Emerald green turbolaser and laser bolts flew past the cockpit of the freighter, as its pilot and one of the few surviving Jedi, Tarquin Lim, glanced at his status boards. Shields were draining rapidly as they absorbed the impacts of the Imperial energy weapons and missiles. The ship's computer was reporting minor faults in just about every system; faults that were creeping up towards more serious and pronounced problems. One board he kept a continual eye on. It showed his range from the Interdictor that pulled him out of hyperspace. As it increased, he placed his hand on the hyperdrive levers. "May the Force be with me," he said as he activated the faster-than-light engines, hoping he was far enough away that the gravity well generators were far enough away.
For a brief moment, as the freighter began accelerating towards lightspeed, everything seemed normal. But the stretched out stars began to take on an orange glow and swirl around. Alarms began sounding throughout the ship, as gravitational and temporal forces collided with each other within the wormhole. Pursuing TIE fighters which had been dragged into the wormhole were crushed like eggs as their hulls collapsed from the gravity. Lim fought with the controls of his ship, trying to pull his freighter out of the wormhole, but to no avail. Letting the Force be his guide, the young Jedi sought to ride the gravity and temporal waves that buffeted his freighter, as opposed to fighting them.
The wormhole opened at the edge of an unassuming planetary system on the far side of the universe, in an outer spiral arm of an unassuming galaxy. The damaged freighter emerged through the other end of the wormhole, at speeds approaching the speed of light. Jedi Lim immediately began trying to correct the situation. "Coruscant, we have a problem," he muttered, as he took stock of what was left of his ship. All across his boards, master caution and warning lights were dancing like a Twi'lek dancer he'd known on Tatooine. "Hyperdrive is off line, main engines are red-lined, inertial dampeners red-lined, shields off line, reactor approaching red line," he muttered as he recounted each fault that had crept up on the voyage through the wormhole. "It's times like this I wish I had an R2 unit around."
The Jedi began applying reverse thrust from the maneuvering jets to slow the ship down before engaging the main thrust. He didn't want to overstress his already damaged engines, but there was no way to slow down with out them. Slowly Lim increased the thrust to his engines. The freighter began slowing down as it passed the fifth planet, and into the asteroid field separating the outer five planets from the inner four.
As the crippled ship approached the blue-green planet in the third orbit from the lone star, there was a loud BANG from the rear of the ship that reverberated through it's very core. Except for minor emergency lights, and the monitors kept alive by solar power, the ship grew dark. The main engines sputtered, then stayed on, the sputtered some more, before finally dying. Lim had just enough fuel in the maneuvering jets for a semi-controlled entry into the planet's atmosphere. The freighter hit the atmosphere and almost immediately the underbelly and leading edge of the hull began glowing red, as air molecules impacted against the hull at exceedingly high Mach numbers. Small antennae vaporized from the heat, while the barrels of the belly-mounted quad laser began to grow soft, before melting off. The transparent steel viewports around the gunner's position failed from the extreme temperatures and ruptured.
With a cool detachment that a Jedi has, Lim noted the loss of pressure in the rest of the ship, along with the alarms indicating a severe increase in temperature. He fought the increase in drag on manual controls, as the ship plummeted through increasingly thicker atmosphere. As the auxiliary altimeter—an ancient pressure-driven dial gauge centered near the hyperdrive levers—wound down like a clock with a broken spring, Lim had to choose between riding it out, and hoping for a soft landing, or ejecting. Neither option was much of a choice if the atmosphere of the planet wasn't breathable; especially as another set of bangs reverberated through the ship.
With what control he had now lost, Lim reached for the ejection handles, and trusted in the Force that his planet had a breathable atmosphere. As he pulled up on the handles, triggering the ejection sequence, Lim smiled sardonically that the eccentricity of his hobby—an ancient Alderaanian hobby known as skydiving—was actually going to save him right now.
With a roar, the transparent panes and support structure above his position blew off, followed moments later by his ejection seat. He separated from the seat, and his parachute opened, allowing the Jedi to fall like a leaf to the valley fifteen thousand feet below him.
oooooooooooo
Tokyo
Sometime in the near future
Sailor Pluto materialized amid the ruins of what was the capital of Japan, and what would have been the seat of the new Silver Millennium. A blood red sun glared down on the ruins, as crows and ravens circled the skies. How could I have not foreseen this new enemy? Walking through what was once Juuban, now a blasted ruin, the Senshi of Time almost, but not quite, freaked when she saw Rei's lifeless form lying like a broken doll amid the rubble. She did, however, lose her "Ice Queen" façade, as she knelt next to Mars, and closed her sightless eyes, as tears started to fall from her ruby eyes.
Walking further on, Pluto noticed a long blonde ponytail. That was when the formerly cool, calm, collected Senshi of Time lost it. Usagi may not have been the best fighter, but she was her princess, and the daughter of the woman Setsuna Meiou pledged her fealty to all those millennia ago. "My Queen," Pluto said, finally acknowledging Usagi's future role, as the tears came unbidden to her eyes. "I am so terribly sorry, Usagi, that this happened. I had no idea this would have happened.
"I swore to your mother my undying loyalty; my life before yours. And I will ensure that this becomes a minor alternate timeline. That this never happens again." Setsuna jumped to Nerima, where she hoped, no, prayed that the person she needed was there. Nerima, known for the number of insanely powerful martial artists hadn't escaped the devastation that wreaked the capital, just more corpses scattered around the ward. Running to the Tendo Dojo, her hopes were dashed. There still may be a chance, she thought.
Amid the wreckage, a half-submerged corpse of a panda lay in the koi pond. A length of chestnut brown hair was barely visible in the wreckage of the house. But what caught her eye was under the rubble that had been the outer wall. A red pigtail stuck out of the stone and masonry. "Hope died here today," she said quietly. "Hope for humanity and the future." With tears still streaming down her cheeks, the last surviving Senshi teleported back to her castle outside the time stream.
"I failed them. I failed all of them," she said amidst sobs.
"There is a way to save them," a booming mental presence "said". "You of all people should have known that. But to save them, you must sacrifice your dreams of Crystal Tokyo."
"But that means violating the time stream. But if I do that...then this timeline becomes a dead end, and a new one will be created. I can be such an idiot sometimes," Setsuna said, cursing herself. She had the Time Gates cycle back to through the current timeline, and saw when and where the legions of white armor-clad soldiers began their invasion of the Earth. Strange looking fighters, a sphere with two vertical "wings" swept through the skies, defeating what JASDF fighters took to the air. The battle for Tokyo looked like a scene from Neon Genesis Evangelion as MLRS missile launchers, tanks and attack helicopters rained fire on the invaders. But the ponderous armored walkers roamed the streets of Tokyo, the Type 90 tanks and Type 89 IFVs useless against the onslaught.
Not surprisingly, one of the landing points was the Kuno Mansion, where the samurai wannabe had been talking with a form in dark robes. "Ranma...this all stems from the 'Wild Horse' of Nerima; Mr. Chaos Theory Incarnate. All I have to do is try to prevent him from falling into the Nyanniichuan. But with his aura of Chaos, I won't be able to predict or prevent which spring he falls into."
"If he does not heed the Guide, then all we can do is pray that he falls into the proper spring. There is one not far from the Nyanniichuan that would be powerful enough in cursed form."
Pluto smiled, her tears drying forgotten on her cheeks and sailor fuku. "Then let's change history." A sweat drop formed on the side of the donut-shaped monolith. "And if something other than Crystal Tokyo results, then I will be quite happy with the results. Just as long as my Queen will live again."