Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Soldier, Sailor, Jedi, Sith ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 6 )
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Ranma slowly awoke with a feeling of comfortable warmth along his right side and on his right arm. He cracked open his eyes and saw emerald locks of hair spilling across his chest, and lots of perfectly tanned flesh ending at the edge of the blanket. He could feel Setsuna's heart beating against his chest, the whispers of her breath across his chest as she slept. Just as I remembered, he thought to himself. It's a shame she had to bury herself in an "Ice Queen" persona when I told her to leave Coruscant. Setsuna's always been a passionate person. He smiled as he remembered last night being as passionate as any they had on Coruscant. The Jedi could feel his houseguest beginning to stir. "Good morning, Suna-chan," he said with a smile.
Setsuna raised her head and looked at her host, which gave him a good view of more perfectly tanned flesh that had been resting against his body. "Good morning to you too, anata. What time is it?"
"Just after five," Ranma replied.
"I should get home. Haruka and Michiru are probably wondering where I've been all night. I swear, those two are worse than my mother ever was."
Ranma just chuckled and kissed the top of his lover's head. "You want to get cleaned up here, or when you get home?"
Setsuna got an evil twinkle in her eye. "I'll wash your back if you wash mine, anata."
"Pervert," Ranma said, with a grin.
"Ah, but who's the more perverted; the pervert or the pervert in bed with him?" Setsuna laughed, twisting around one of Obi-wan's favorite truisms.
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With a click, Setsuna closed the front door to the house she shared with Hotaru, Michiru and Haruka. As she turned to walk upstairs, she heard someone on the couch. "Haruka, have you been there all night," the Senshi of Pluto asked.
The blonde tomboy of Uranus cracked an eye open. "S-Setsuna? What are you doing home this late?"
"I was out on a date," she replied with all sincerity.
"Until 6 in the morning," the butch lover of Neptune asked, incredulously.
"No," Setsuna countered with a smirk, "only until five."
"So who is he?"
"A former lover I thought long dead. We felt we should renew our association with each other; after we had dinner with his mother and sister in this life." Setsuna turned from Haruka to walk up stairs.
"I thought all your lovers were dead," Haruka said.
That thoughtless comment stung the Senshi of Pluto in more ways than the fall of the House of Serenity, and the Silver Millennium. She bit back her urge to hurl a Dead Scream at her housemate, even as she spun on her heel and slapped the butch lesbian across the face. "You have always had your soulmate, Haruka, always. I watched mine push me into a starship, telling me to get off of Coruscant before the Sith could get me. I sealed myself behind the façade of mysteriousness and a mask of ice so that I'd never be hurt that way again. And now he's back from the grave, and I feel...human again."
Haruka was taken aback by all the emotion Setsuna was showing. The only thing she was this passionate about was the return of Crystal Tokyo, even to the point of ensuring that there were no threats to that future timeline. "Setsuna, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"There was no way you could have known. Tarquin and I were lovers after the fall of the Millennium. You were waiting to be reborn. And no, apology not accepted. At least not until you've felt the same emptiness that I have for millennia." Setsuna headed up the stairs, leaving a bewildered Uranus wondering what she meant by her last remarks.
At the same time, Ranma treated his sister to his father's usual morning wake up call—he threw her out her bedroom window. "Good morning, Makoto," he called cheerfully, as she landed in the koi pond. He followed her out the window, landing on the ground. As his sister swung angrily at him, Ranma ducked, dodged and deflected all her attempts at hitting him, all while smiling at her. "Remember, a Jedi fights in defense of others, and themselves. A Jedi is always at peace, never letting their baser emotions getting the best of them."
"So why don't you peacefully stand still so I can hit you, baka," Makoto growled. She was wet, she was tired, she was in her pajamas, and she had a koi in a place it shouldn't be.
"Because your enemy will never hold still so you can hit them. They'll always be either attacking or on the defensive, imouto-chan." Ranma sunk down into a lotus position on the grass, just in time to avoid his sister's roundhouse kick. With just a nudge of the Force, he overbalanced the leg Makoto was standing on, causing her to tumble to the ground. "Now, are you ready to learn?"
"Hai, sensei," she replied, as she assumed the same lotus position.
"Remember what I told you yesterday, that the Force is both our ally and our master?"
"Hai," now awake, Makoto took on some of her usual chipper self...after she reached into her pajama bottoms and removed the now dead fish. Ranma had, at least, the decency to look a way during that moment.
"Clear your mind of all distractions. Reach out with your feelings."
Makoto closed her eyes, as she listened to her brother. Almost immediately she felt it. It had that intangible feeling of ki to her, yet it wasn't ki. "I...my friends...they're in trouble. I can see them fighting white armored men, and losing..." Her connection to the Force was broken by the emotions running through her. "Ranma, what was that? Was that the future?"
Ranma made a shushing noise as he closed his eyes and focused on what his sister had told them. The strength of the Force vision was as strong as the one he had of Bastet talking to a potential apprentice from Nerima. "One of my teachers told me that the future is always in motion. This is one possible future."
"Then we have to help them!"
"This vision could take place in two days, two weeks, two months, two years, two decades, two centuries, or two millennia from now. And there is no certainty that this future could even come to pass." Ranma looked at the insistence in his sister's face. "Mako-chan," he said patiently, "to be a Jedi means more than fighting. It means sacrifices need to be made. I made my biggest sacrifice when I gave in to my passions and slept with my apprentice. It drove her to the Dark Side, as a means of revenge against me. If this vision means that are sacrifices for the greater good, then those sacrifices need to be made, imouto-chan.
"Now, go get cleaned up. Mom has breakfast waiting."
"More insight from the Force, big brother?"
Ranma sniffed. "Nope. Mom's finished cooking," he said with a smile. "Remember, as a martial artist, you live by your body. Your body lives by your stomach."
"Gotcha, big brother."
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Ranma seemed to be in a better mood this morning, as he walked into the office than yesterday. Of course, the night before, he'd been fought to a stand still by his former apprentice, and last night and this morning proved that Setsuna was still as flexible as she was on Coruscant. His sister had made a big step towards being a Jedi, and he was also teaching her to be a better martial artist at the same time. "Good morning, Meiou-san," he said, keeping it professional between Setsuna and himself.
"Lim-san, good morning," Setsuna replied, giving her lover the barest of smiles.
"Problems at home," he asked.
"No more than the usual nosy roommates."
"Ah, I see," he was saved by the late bell from revealing anything more to his coworkers.
With the fourth period gym class dismissed for lunch, Ranma sat down at his desk, and opened his food. In the ten years he was out on the road, he'd forgotten what his mother's cooking tasted like, and last night, it brought out those long dormant memories. There was a knock at the door, as he was bringing up the piece of teriyaki chicken to his mouth. "Come in," he called, as he placed the morsel in his mouth.
Setsuna walked in and, after closing the door, sat on her reborn lover's lap. "I almost did something this morning that I'd never done before." This close, Ranma could see the tracks of tears on her face, as faint as they were.
"What happened?"
"One of my housemates, Haruka Ten'ou, asked me where I was all night. I told her I was out with a former lover. She made a snide comment about all my lovers being dead, and I wanted to throw a Dead Scream at her. I was able to restrain myself, but it was bad enough that I slapped and yelled at her, instead."
Ranma kissed her gently. "It's ok, Setsuna. You've had the shock of your life this week. You've discovered that someone you thought long dead is alive, and a coworker. And they managed to break you out of your shell, and return you to the passionate person that you were."
"Goddess, you still know how to make a woman feel appreciated. Even if you aren't the Tarquin Lim I remember, you still have a piece of him inside of you."
"We became me at Jusenkyo, Suna-chan. The Ranma Saotome that fell into the spring would have frozen up right now, as his father always told him that women were weak, that they were a distraction from the Art. Tarquin did die, but when I fell into the spring, he was reborn, I was reborn. I became a young man, a grown man, a Jedi Master, a martial artist, and a warrior. And I'm glad the Force led me here, because there's something I should have done back on Coruscant."
Setsuna raised a delicate green eyebrow at that. "Ooh, and what was that, Ranma?"
"Ask you to marry me."
"Oh scandalous!" She exclaimed in mock terror. "Just think what the gossip-mongers on the faculty will say when they here about this!"
"Well," Ranma said, smirking, "I thought I'd wait until dinner tonight to ask the question."
"How gallant of you, Ranma," Setsuna replied. She kissed her soon to be fiancé, as the bell rang and stood. "I'll see you this evening, ok?"
"May only an invasion by the Empire keep me from tonight," he replied earnestly. "Il Vicollo good for tonight?'
"Of course, but be careful what you wish for, anata. Ja!" Setsuna left his office, with a new bounce in her step that had been missing from the morning.
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That night, as Ranma and Setsuna were walking down towards Il Vicollo, the cloaked form of Bastet emerged from a shadowed alley. "Grrreetings again, Tarrrquin," she growled. The anxiety on her was apparently tremendous, as she was heavily rolling her r's.
"Bastet," Ranma replied, calmly. "What can I do for you this fine evening?"
"You could prrrovide yourrrr head on a silverrr platterrr, Masterrr," she said with complete seriousness and contempt. "And I may even add yourrrr play toy's head. Afterrr all, she was the rrreprrresntative of a defunct goverrrnment."
Ranma had his saber out, and held at the ready. "I like it right where it is, Bastet. As does Setsuna."
As Bastet extended her lightsaber, there came a shout: "For threatening young couples in love...Setsuna?" Of course the speech was interrupted when Sailor Moon saw who was standing there, being threatened by the Sith Lord.
Setsuna turned her head ever so slightly. Standing about 20 meters behind the couple, were the Inners and the Outers. Haruka had this smirk on her face that the Senshi of Time wanted to wipe off. Makoto looked ready to run in and try and bash the person who was threatening her brother. Usagi was standing there, frozen in shock. "They are so not ready for this," the Guardian of Time muttered.
"Bastet," Ranma growled, "I don't mind if you threaten me, but never, ever threaten the person I love."
Bastet chuckled. "Arre you going to seduce and leave this one too, Tarrquin?"
Ranma approached in a nonthreatening manner. "Bast-chan," he said, "if it wasn't for Catia's strict laws, we wouldn't be having this discussion. Do you remember how the Force sang to us when we worked together?"
As Ranma was trying to diplomatically work on changing Bastet's mind, Setsuna made her way back towards the Senshi. "This is the threat I warned you about, Princess. And you are nowhere near ready to take this on." From behind her, there was the unmistakable sound of a lightsaber activating. She turned around, in time to see the two sabers clash with a display of pyrotechnics. "Kuso," she swore. "Do not interfere; any of you. This is a duel of honor." The action between the two was fast and furious, so much so that even Setsuna couldn't keep up with the fight.
"When I left you, Tarrrquin, I was the learrrnerrr. Now, I am the masterrr."
"Only a master of evil, Bastet," Ranma countered.
"The Emperrrorrr has shown me the powerrr of the Darrrk Side. Now, it's time I show you." The Catian Sith Lord flipped out of the way of Ranma's last attack, and was far enough that it would take the pigtailed Jedi Master a few minutes to close the distance. With her lightsaber held in a one-handed guard position, she raised her free hand. "Now, Tarrrquin, you will die." Cerulean blue bolts of Force lightning flew from her fingers, and impacted on the Jedi, creating a St. Elmo's Fire dance along his lightsaber.
Ranma deflected what he could with his energy blade, but was still overwhelmed. Every nerve center fired off at once, causing the Jedi to release his lightsaber, and collapse twitching to the ground. The Senshi stood shocked, as they watched in horror as Ranma twitched and writhed on the ground in screaming agony as bolt after bolt of Force lightning hit him, until he lost consciousness.
There was a solitary whisper. "Dead Scream," and the ball of compressed time flew from Setsuna's hand. It was just enough of a distraction that Bastet had to defend herself with her ‘saber. It was also enough that the Senshi regained their wits.
"Mercury aqua rhapsody!"
"Venus love and beauty shock!"
"Moon spiral heart attack!"
"Mars Flame Sniper!"
"Jupiter Oak Evolution!"
"Silence Glaive Surprise!"
"World Shaking!"
"Deep Submerge!" Bastet was hit by a number of the attacks, but was already making her escape, ducking, dodging, and weaving around them.
"I'll get you yet, Tarrrquin, if it's the last thing I ever do!"
Setsuna raised her head and looked at her host, which gave him a good view of more perfectly tanned flesh that had been resting against his body. "Good morning to you too, anata. What time is it?"
"Just after five," Ranma replied.
"I should get home. Haruka and Michiru are probably wondering where I've been all night. I swear, those two are worse than my mother ever was."
Ranma just chuckled and kissed the top of his lover's head. "You want to get cleaned up here, or when you get home?"
Setsuna got an evil twinkle in her eye. "I'll wash your back if you wash mine, anata."
"Pervert," Ranma said, with a grin.
"Ah, but who's the more perverted; the pervert or the pervert in bed with him?" Setsuna laughed, twisting around one of Obi-wan's favorite truisms.
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With a click, Setsuna closed the front door to the house she shared with Hotaru, Michiru and Haruka. As she turned to walk upstairs, she heard someone on the couch. "Haruka, have you been there all night," the Senshi of Pluto asked.
The blonde tomboy of Uranus cracked an eye open. "S-Setsuna? What are you doing home this late?"
"I was out on a date," she replied with all sincerity.
"Until 6 in the morning," the butch lover of Neptune asked, incredulously.
"No," Setsuna countered with a smirk, "only until five."
"So who is he?"
"A former lover I thought long dead. We felt we should renew our association with each other; after we had dinner with his mother and sister in this life." Setsuna turned from Haruka to walk up stairs.
"I thought all your lovers were dead," Haruka said.
That thoughtless comment stung the Senshi of Pluto in more ways than the fall of the House of Serenity, and the Silver Millennium. She bit back her urge to hurl a Dead Scream at her housemate, even as she spun on her heel and slapped the butch lesbian across the face. "You have always had your soulmate, Haruka, always. I watched mine push me into a starship, telling me to get off of Coruscant before the Sith could get me. I sealed myself behind the façade of mysteriousness and a mask of ice so that I'd never be hurt that way again. And now he's back from the grave, and I feel...human again."
Haruka was taken aback by all the emotion Setsuna was showing. The only thing she was this passionate about was the return of Crystal Tokyo, even to the point of ensuring that there were no threats to that future timeline. "Setsuna, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"There was no way you could have known. Tarquin and I were lovers after the fall of the Millennium. You were waiting to be reborn. And no, apology not accepted. At least not until you've felt the same emptiness that I have for millennia." Setsuna headed up the stairs, leaving a bewildered Uranus wondering what she meant by her last remarks.
At the same time, Ranma treated his sister to his father's usual morning wake up call—he threw her out her bedroom window. "Good morning, Makoto," he called cheerfully, as she landed in the koi pond. He followed her out the window, landing on the ground. As his sister swung angrily at him, Ranma ducked, dodged and deflected all her attempts at hitting him, all while smiling at her. "Remember, a Jedi fights in defense of others, and themselves. A Jedi is always at peace, never letting their baser emotions getting the best of them."
"So why don't you peacefully stand still so I can hit you, baka," Makoto growled. She was wet, she was tired, she was in her pajamas, and she had a koi in a place it shouldn't be.
"Because your enemy will never hold still so you can hit them. They'll always be either attacking or on the defensive, imouto-chan." Ranma sunk down into a lotus position on the grass, just in time to avoid his sister's roundhouse kick. With just a nudge of the Force, he overbalanced the leg Makoto was standing on, causing her to tumble to the ground. "Now, are you ready to learn?"
"Hai, sensei," she replied, as she assumed the same lotus position.
"Remember what I told you yesterday, that the Force is both our ally and our master?"
"Hai," now awake, Makoto took on some of her usual chipper self...after she reached into her pajama bottoms and removed the now dead fish. Ranma had, at least, the decency to look a way during that moment.
"Clear your mind of all distractions. Reach out with your feelings."
Makoto closed her eyes, as she listened to her brother. Almost immediately she felt it. It had that intangible feeling of ki to her, yet it wasn't ki. "I...my friends...they're in trouble. I can see them fighting white armored men, and losing..." Her connection to the Force was broken by the emotions running through her. "Ranma, what was that? Was that the future?"
Ranma made a shushing noise as he closed his eyes and focused on what his sister had told them. The strength of the Force vision was as strong as the one he had of Bastet talking to a potential apprentice from Nerima. "One of my teachers told me that the future is always in motion. This is one possible future."
"Then we have to help them!"
"This vision could take place in two days, two weeks, two months, two years, two decades, two centuries, or two millennia from now. And there is no certainty that this future could even come to pass." Ranma looked at the insistence in his sister's face. "Mako-chan," he said patiently, "to be a Jedi means more than fighting. It means sacrifices need to be made. I made my biggest sacrifice when I gave in to my passions and slept with my apprentice. It drove her to the Dark Side, as a means of revenge against me. If this vision means that are sacrifices for the greater good, then those sacrifices need to be made, imouto-chan.
"Now, go get cleaned up. Mom has breakfast waiting."
"More insight from the Force, big brother?"
Ranma sniffed. "Nope. Mom's finished cooking," he said with a smile. "Remember, as a martial artist, you live by your body. Your body lives by your stomach."
"Gotcha, big brother."
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Ranma seemed to be in a better mood this morning, as he walked into the office than yesterday. Of course, the night before, he'd been fought to a stand still by his former apprentice, and last night and this morning proved that Setsuna was still as flexible as she was on Coruscant. His sister had made a big step towards being a Jedi, and he was also teaching her to be a better martial artist at the same time. "Good morning, Meiou-san," he said, keeping it professional between Setsuna and himself.
"Lim-san, good morning," Setsuna replied, giving her lover the barest of smiles.
"Problems at home," he asked.
"No more than the usual nosy roommates."
"Ah, I see," he was saved by the late bell from revealing anything more to his coworkers.
With the fourth period gym class dismissed for lunch, Ranma sat down at his desk, and opened his food. In the ten years he was out on the road, he'd forgotten what his mother's cooking tasted like, and last night, it brought out those long dormant memories. There was a knock at the door, as he was bringing up the piece of teriyaki chicken to his mouth. "Come in," he called, as he placed the morsel in his mouth.
Setsuna walked in and, after closing the door, sat on her reborn lover's lap. "I almost did something this morning that I'd never done before." This close, Ranma could see the tracks of tears on her face, as faint as they were.
"What happened?"
"One of my housemates, Haruka Ten'ou, asked me where I was all night. I told her I was out with a former lover. She made a snide comment about all my lovers being dead, and I wanted to throw a Dead Scream at her. I was able to restrain myself, but it was bad enough that I slapped and yelled at her, instead."
Ranma kissed her gently. "It's ok, Setsuna. You've had the shock of your life this week. You've discovered that someone you thought long dead is alive, and a coworker. And they managed to break you out of your shell, and return you to the passionate person that you were."
"Goddess, you still know how to make a woman feel appreciated. Even if you aren't the Tarquin Lim I remember, you still have a piece of him inside of you."
"We became me at Jusenkyo, Suna-chan. The Ranma Saotome that fell into the spring would have frozen up right now, as his father always told him that women were weak, that they were a distraction from the Art. Tarquin did die, but when I fell into the spring, he was reborn, I was reborn. I became a young man, a grown man, a Jedi Master, a martial artist, and a warrior. And I'm glad the Force led me here, because there's something I should have done back on Coruscant."
Setsuna raised a delicate green eyebrow at that. "Ooh, and what was that, Ranma?"
"Ask you to marry me."
"Oh scandalous!" She exclaimed in mock terror. "Just think what the gossip-mongers on the faculty will say when they here about this!"
"Well," Ranma said, smirking, "I thought I'd wait until dinner tonight to ask the question."
"How gallant of you, Ranma," Setsuna replied. She kissed her soon to be fiancé, as the bell rang and stood. "I'll see you this evening, ok?"
"May only an invasion by the Empire keep me from tonight," he replied earnestly. "Il Vicollo good for tonight?'
"Of course, but be careful what you wish for, anata. Ja!" Setsuna left his office, with a new bounce in her step that had been missing from the morning.
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That night, as Ranma and Setsuna were walking down towards Il Vicollo, the cloaked form of Bastet emerged from a shadowed alley. "Grrreetings again, Tarrrquin," she growled. The anxiety on her was apparently tremendous, as she was heavily rolling her r's.
"Bastet," Ranma replied, calmly. "What can I do for you this fine evening?"
"You could prrrovide yourrrr head on a silverrr platterrr, Masterrr," she said with complete seriousness and contempt. "And I may even add yourrrr play toy's head. Afterrr all, she was the rrreprrresntative of a defunct goverrrnment."
Ranma had his saber out, and held at the ready. "I like it right where it is, Bastet. As does Setsuna."
As Bastet extended her lightsaber, there came a shout: "For threatening young couples in love...Setsuna?" Of course the speech was interrupted when Sailor Moon saw who was standing there, being threatened by the Sith Lord.
Setsuna turned her head ever so slightly. Standing about 20 meters behind the couple, were the Inners and the Outers. Haruka had this smirk on her face that the Senshi of Time wanted to wipe off. Makoto looked ready to run in and try and bash the person who was threatening her brother. Usagi was standing there, frozen in shock. "They are so not ready for this," the Guardian of Time muttered.
"Bastet," Ranma growled, "I don't mind if you threaten me, but never, ever threaten the person I love."
Bastet chuckled. "Arre you going to seduce and leave this one too, Tarrquin?"
Ranma approached in a nonthreatening manner. "Bast-chan," he said, "if it wasn't for Catia's strict laws, we wouldn't be having this discussion. Do you remember how the Force sang to us when we worked together?"
As Ranma was trying to diplomatically work on changing Bastet's mind, Setsuna made her way back towards the Senshi. "This is the threat I warned you about, Princess. And you are nowhere near ready to take this on." From behind her, there was the unmistakable sound of a lightsaber activating. She turned around, in time to see the two sabers clash with a display of pyrotechnics. "Kuso," she swore. "Do not interfere; any of you. This is a duel of honor." The action between the two was fast and furious, so much so that even Setsuna couldn't keep up with the fight.
"When I left you, Tarrrquin, I was the learrrnerrr. Now, I am the masterrr."
"Only a master of evil, Bastet," Ranma countered.
"The Emperrrorrr has shown me the powerrr of the Darrrk Side. Now, it's time I show you." The Catian Sith Lord flipped out of the way of Ranma's last attack, and was far enough that it would take the pigtailed Jedi Master a few minutes to close the distance. With her lightsaber held in a one-handed guard position, she raised her free hand. "Now, Tarrrquin, you will die." Cerulean blue bolts of Force lightning flew from her fingers, and impacted on the Jedi, creating a St. Elmo's Fire dance along his lightsaber.
Ranma deflected what he could with his energy blade, but was still overwhelmed. Every nerve center fired off at once, causing the Jedi to release his lightsaber, and collapse twitching to the ground. The Senshi stood shocked, as they watched in horror as Ranma twitched and writhed on the ground in screaming agony as bolt after bolt of Force lightning hit him, until he lost consciousness.
There was a solitary whisper. "Dead Scream," and the ball of compressed time flew from Setsuna's hand. It was just enough of a distraction that Bastet had to defend herself with her ‘saber. It was also enough that the Senshi regained their wits.
"Mercury aqua rhapsody!"
"Venus love and beauty shock!"
"Moon spiral heart attack!"
"Mars Flame Sniper!"
"Jupiter Oak Evolution!"
"Silence Glaive Surprise!"
"World Shaking!"
"Deep Submerge!" Bastet was hit by a number of the attacks, but was already making her escape, ducking, dodging, and weaving around them.
"I'll get you yet, Tarrrquin, if it's the last thing I ever do!"