Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Soldier, Sailor, Jedi, Sith ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 7 )
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Tarquin walked into the Council chamber anteroom. It'd been over six Standard months since he'd been stripped of his Padawan, his right to take on a new Padawan, and his authority to adjudicate decisions. He languished in a sort of Jedi limbo that could, at any time, result in his dismissal from the Order. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that his late father, Gaius Quintus Lim, was held in such high esteem by the Council, he would have been summarily dismissed after the Honorable Senator from Catia made her demands in front of the Jedi Council. The doors to the Council chamber opened, and he walked in. "As I have been summoned, Masters, so I appear before this Council," Tarquin stated, humbly.
Nejaa Halcyon chuckled from his seat. "Humble as ever, Master Lim," the Corellian Master said mirthfully.
"Yet, stand before this Council for assignment he does," Yoda countered. "In much trouble he has been of late. Think we forgot your indiscretion with your Padawan, we have not, Master Lim."
"Those issues, while still on your record, are not why we summoned you today," Master Windu said. "Master Yoda is correct. We have an assignment for you; one that requires the dedication and discipline of a Jedi. Unfortunately, all we have is you." Master Halcyon tried valiantly to contain his mirth.
The Corellian Master cleared his throat. "Master Lim, you have been assigned to diplomatic escort duties." Before Tarquin could protest, Halcyon raised his hand, forestalling the coming argument. "This is a special case, and requires a delicate touch, Master Lim. We, the Council, feel that you have the touch necessary." Neeja had heard rumors of just how delicate Tarquin's touch was, and smiled inwardly at his turn of phrase.
"Then, if you feel that I have the skills for this delicate assignment, then, I have no choice but to accept."
"Would you at least like to hear what the assignment is," Mace Windu asked. Tarquin respectfully nodded. "You are to escort the Ambassador to the Republic from a small extra-galactic civilization that wishes formal dialogue with the Republic."
"Wait a moment, Masters. There's life outside the galaxy? Was this civilization discovered by the Outward Bound project?"
"Discovered by us, they were not. Discovered by them, we were," Yoda replied. The elderly Master nodded his head, and the Ambassador walked out of the shadows.
Besides the emerald green hair and mysterious red eyes, which could have placed her from any of a thousand planets, Tarquin noted that the indecently short black skirt of her uniform revealed an obscene amount of perfectly tan flesh. A key shaped staff completed the ensemble. "Master Lim," she said in a seductive voice, "I am Lady Pluto, the Ambassador from the Silver Millennium."
Tarquin bowed. "Your Excellency, I am but your humble servant to command."
Setsuna chuckled throatily. "I do hope that won't be necessary," she said with a twinkle in her eye, even though she was captivated by her new bodyguard.
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As Ranma slowly regained consciousness, the memory of that first meeting so long ago receding into a quiet recess of his mind, his senses came back on line. Smell was the first one. He could smell Setsuna's perfume...intermingled with fear. Sound followed, and he could hear his emerald-tressed fiancée's ragged, sob-filled breathing, as well as his own breathing. Taste arrived, and the pigtailed Jedi thought that he needed some mouthwash to get rid of last night's dinner. Short term memory got a kick start and reminded him that he didn't even have dinner yet. Or for that matter, even had breakfast. In fact, the Saotome stomach reminded him he hadn't eaten in a few hours. Loudly. Touch took a little longer, as his much abused nerve endings calmed down. He was lying on something soft, with his head resting on something soft, yet firm.
Finally cracking open his eyes, Ranma saw the tear-streaked face of his fiancée looking down on him. <So, that's what my head's resting on>, he thought to himself. "H-how long have I been out," he croaked.
"Two days, Ranma-kun," she replied. "I called you out sick for the week. A doctor friend of mine wrote the note for the school," she added with a weak smile. "Although he stated in vague terms, you were 'sick'."
Ranma looked up into his fiancée's bloodshot crimson eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her. She let the kiss deepen further, and her hands roamed Ranma's physique. Before anything further could happen, there was a knock on the bedroom door. "Yes," the Senshi of Time called, somewhat testily.
Hotaru stuck her head in. "Is Ranma-papa alright, Setsuna-mama?" Ranma raised an eyebrow at that.
"He's doing better, Hotaru-chan."
Hotaru brightened measurably. "Ok, Setsuna-mama. I'll let Haruka-papa and Michiru-mama know." She closed the door, quietly.
"What was that all about?" Ranma asked, although his eyes were bright at what he felt coming off the young girl.
"We, Haruka, Michiru and myself, are Hotaru's guardians. She has this power to heal herself and other people, which tends to frighten people. She used it on you when we brought you here, and again yesterday. That's how bad Bastet hurt you."
"Damn," he muttered. "So much for trying to bring her back over to the Light then."
"I think she's so firmly in the Dark that she'll never return to the Light. Especially how much she spat vengeance at you the other night. Ranma, I don't think it'll be safe for you to go back to your apartment. I want you to stay here. At least consider it for your own safety."
"And is there an ulterior motive?"
Setsuna gave her fiancé an innocent look. "Well," she drawled.
"Remember who and what I am, Suna-chan," he said, with a mischievous smile of his own.
"Curses," she said, twirling the end of an imaginary handlebar moustache. "Foiled again." As they both laughed at her cheesy Snidely Whiplash impersonation, Setsuna let go of the tension she was holding for the past two days.
Hotaru came bounding down the stairs, a smile on her face. "Setsuna-mama says Ranma-papa is doing better," she said cheerfully.
Michiru looked at her lover after their daughter's announcement, with a raised eyebrow at what she'd called Ranma. "That's good news. At least Setsuna won't be worried about him any more."
"Yeah. It seems weird though, that she hasn't been her usual mysterious self."
"Maybe it's something we didn't have the luxury of seeing when Serenity sent us forward. But then, how much of our housemate do we really know?"
Both elder Senshi looked up at the ceiling when they heard an unusual noise coming from Setsuna's bedroom. It sounded like a bed rocking, the headboard hitting the wall, and Setsuna screaming in ecstasy. Eyebrows went up and lecherous grins appeared on two of the three at the dining room table. "I guess," Haruka remarked, "Ranma's doing a lot better. And has a lot of time to make up with her." Hotaru just placed her parent figures' looks and comments into the "Adults are weird" category.
"And I guess there's quite a lot we don't know Setsuna," Michiru added, as she swirled her tea.
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The next few months were intense, as Ranma trained his sister in the finer workings of manipulating the Force as well as other conventional martial arts in the morning, Hotaru in Tai Chi in the afternoons, and Setsuna as a Jedi in the evenings. He had mentally reviewed the battle with Bastet that had waylaid him, and felt that another ally would be a good thing. Of course, someone else was getting trained in a darker art as well, during this time. It would be interesting when these two powers that be clash in battle. He'd also seen that Hotaru was weaker than other kids her age and could be easily tired out by the smallest amount of physical activity. Tai Chi was a light enough martial art, and would aid the Senshi of Saturn over time, and allow Ranma time to work her up to his School.
He'd also moved out of his apartment and in with Setsuna, much to her pleasure. Michiru and Haruka, however, were knocked from their position as the perverted duo of the house. After all Setsuna did have thirty millennia to make up for with her lover, and was certainly trying to do so in less than a month. Of course, as the Gates' prediction was true, there were also mornings where Setsuna would curse out her fiancé, sometimes quite loudly, from the bathroom.
It had been a simple thing, when Ranma to proposed Setsuna. The other Outers were out—Michiru had a recital to go to—and Setsuna was at work. For Ranma, not being in the administration of the school, it was one of those rare administration only days. With his plan set in motion, he just waited for Setsuna to return home.
When she did, she noted that the lights were all off, with just candle lanterns providing enough light to see the dining room, and the other Outers were out. Hesitantly, she made her way to the dining room, where a decent-sized flower centerpiece sat. As the Guardian of eternity, the one thing that she appreciated, besides a good belt of something strong, were flowers. There was something about them that appealed to the Senshi of Time, a timelessness as it were. They bloomed, and died, and repeated the cycle, sometimes with variations, but always filling the air with their fragrant scents for as short a time as they were around. Candles illuminated the set table. Already Pluto's mind was running in analytical mode. <The other Outers aren't home; there are two place settings on the table, and Barry White is playing on the stereo. What does he have in store for me?> The doughnut-shaped monolith that had been her whole existence since her appointment as Guardian of Time, kept silent. Although, Setsuna could hear snickering through the mental link she shared with Gates of Time.
She sat at the table, her wineglass already filled with a chilled delicate Chablis, water beading on the surface of the glass. Ranma stuck his head out of the kitchen. "It'll be just a few more minutes, Setsuna." Four months pregnant, and she was limiting herself to one glass of wine with dinner.
True to his word, Ranma came out a few minutes later, bearing a tray overloaded with food. "Ranma, you didn't," Setsuna said reproachfully.
He gave his lover his trademark smirk. "I did. Besides, you're eating for at least two now."
"Don't remind me," Setsuna muttered. She heard the Gates of Time snicker through the link she shared with them. *You wanted me to get back together with him.*
*I know, the Gates replied. Aren't you glad you did?* Setsuna declined a response.
The dinner was filling, and conversation was light, as the candles slowly burned down. With the last of the main course done, Ranma stood and cleared away the dishes. "So, after this magnificent feast, what's for dessert," Setsuna asked.
Ranma smirked. "Why, it's zee cheese soufflé," he said with a cheesy French accent, as he brought it in from the kitchen. "Note how light and airy it is." He set it on the table. "But, before we partake of this dessert, I have a question to ask you."
He adjusted his robes and knelt before the Senshi of Time. "We've known each other for years, Setsuna. And well, the Force is telling me that this is finally the right thing to do. Setsuna, will you marry me?"
The flying glomp that Setsuna accomplished would have made a lavender-haired Amazon very proud. "Of course I will, Ranma," she said between kisses.
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At the Hikawa Shrine, the Inners were holding a cram course for the upcoming exams. Or more like trying to. Usagi and Minako were busy complaining about their brains hurting from all the studying. Rei was conferring with Makoto, the latter asking about how to sense "dark presences". And Ami was the only one with her nose in a textbook.
The Shrine priestess and the Jedi Padawan suddenly looked at each other. Both had a feeling of intense, dark emotions coming up the stairs. "Hey guys," Makoto called, "I think we're about to be attacked." Which then resulted in five naked twirly lightshows. The Senshi formed up in the courtyard, as two cloaked figures became visible as they climbed the stairs.
"So, we find the Sailorrr Senshi's hideout," one of the cloaked forms purred. "Hmm, and I sense a prrresence similarrr to Tarrrquin's. Could it be his sisterrr?"
"Bastet," Usagi said, "we have no quarrel with you. Nor does this planet have any quarrel with you. We ask that you leave us in peace."
"This planet would make a good outpost for the Empirrre. Admirrral Criofan can be lenient, if you give up Tarrrquin Lim and his family. Otherrrwise, the consequences will be…severrr." Makoto cringed slightly. She'd heard about Chel Nasin from her brother at dinner the other night.
"Mistress, might you allow me to duel? So that I might smite these pathetic goody two shoes with all the vengeance of the Dark Side?"
"Yes," Bastet purred. The other cloaked form withdrew their lightsaber, and ignited it. "Yes, my young apprrrentice. Have fun."
Her apprentice stalked closer towards the Senshi. "If any of you manages to defeat me," he said dramatically, as he threw back his cloak, "I will let you date me."
The Senshi shuddered to think of having a date with the delusional dark apprentice. Makoto stepped forward, calling her lightsaber forth from stuffspace. She ignited her blade, and held it in a chudan-no-kamae. Darth Kuno brought his blood-red blade up into a similar stance. "I, Sailor Jupiter, accept your challenge." Ranma's teachings whispered in the back of her mind. <A Jedi fights not for prizes or possessions. A Jedi fights for peace, for honor; never in the attack, but always in the defense.> Makoto's green blade chased at the shadows of the Shrine.
"Verrry well then," Bastet said. "The challenge has been met and accepted. Any interrrferrrence will be a breach of honorrr. Death or disarrrm arrre the only acceptable means of winning."
Nejaa Halcyon chuckled from his seat. "Humble as ever, Master Lim," the Corellian Master said mirthfully.
"Yet, stand before this Council for assignment he does," Yoda countered. "In much trouble he has been of late. Think we forgot your indiscretion with your Padawan, we have not, Master Lim."
"Those issues, while still on your record, are not why we summoned you today," Master Windu said. "Master Yoda is correct. We have an assignment for you; one that requires the dedication and discipline of a Jedi. Unfortunately, all we have is you." Master Halcyon tried valiantly to contain his mirth.
The Corellian Master cleared his throat. "Master Lim, you have been assigned to diplomatic escort duties." Before Tarquin could protest, Halcyon raised his hand, forestalling the coming argument. "This is a special case, and requires a delicate touch, Master Lim. We, the Council, feel that you have the touch necessary." Neeja had heard rumors of just how delicate Tarquin's touch was, and smiled inwardly at his turn of phrase.
"Then, if you feel that I have the skills for this delicate assignment, then, I have no choice but to accept."
"Would you at least like to hear what the assignment is," Mace Windu asked. Tarquin respectfully nodded. "You are to escort the Ambassador to the Republic from a small extra-galactic civilization that wishes formal dialogue with the Republic."
"Wait a moment, Masters. There's life outside the galaxy? Was this civilization discovered by the Outward Bound project?"
"Discovered by us, they were not. Discovered by them, we were," Yoda replied. The elderly Master nodded his head, and the Ambassador walked out of the shadows.
Besides the emerald green hair and mysterious red eyes, which could have placed her from any of a thousand planets, Tarquin noted that the indecently short black skirt of her uniform revealed an obscene amount of perfectly tan flesh. A key shaped staff completed the ensemble. "Master Lim," she said in a seductive voice, "I am Lady Pluto, the Ambassador from the Silver Millennium."
Tarquin bowed. "Your Excellency, I am but your humble servant to command."
Setsuna chuckled throatily. "I do hope that won't be necessary," she said with a twinkle in her eye, even though she was captivated by her new bodyguard.
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As Ranma slowly regained consciousness, the memory of that first meeting so long ago receding into a quiet recess of his mind, his senses came back on line. Smell was the first one. He could smell Setsuna's perfume...intermingled with fear. Sound followed, and he could hear his emerald-tressed fiancée's ragged, sob-filled breathing, as well as his own breathing. Taste arrived, and the pigtailed Jedi thought that he needed some mouthwash to get rid of last night's dinner. Short term memory got a kick start and reminded him that he didn't even have dinner yet. Or for that matter, even had breakfast. In fact, the Saotome stomach reminded him he hadn't eaten in a few hours. Loudly. Touch took a little longer, as his much abused nerve endings calmed down. He was lying on something soft, with his head resting on something soft, yet firm.
Finally cracking open his eyes, Ranma saw the tear-streaked face of his fiancée looking down on him. <So, that's what my head's resting on>, he thought to himself. "H-how long have I been out," he croaked.
"Two days, Ranma-kun," she replied. "I called you out sick for the week. A doctor friend of mine wrote the note for the school," she added with a weak smile. "Although he stated in vague terms, you were 'sick'."
Ranma looked up into his fiancée's bloodshot crimson eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her. She let the kiss deepen further, and her hands roamed Ranma's physique. Before anything further could happen, there was a knock on the bedroom door. "Yes," the Senshi of Time called, somewhat testily.
Hotaru stuck her head in. "Is Ranma-papa alright, Setsuna-mama?" Ranma raised an eyebrow at that.
"He's doing better, Hotaru-chan."
Hotaru brightened measurably. "Ok, Setsuna-mama. I'll let Haruka-papa and Michiru-mama know." She closed the door, quietly.
"What was that all about?" Ranma asked, although his eyes were bright at what he felt coming off the young girl.
"We, Haruka, Michiru and myself, are Hotaru's guardians. She has this power to heal herself and other people, which tends to frighten people. She used it on you when we brought you here, and again yesterday. That's how bad Bastet hurt you."
"Damn," he muttered. "So much for trying to bring her back over to the Light then."
"I think she's so firmly in the Dark that she'll never return to the Light. Especially how much she spat vengeance at you the other night. Ranma, I don't think it'll be safe for you to go back to your apartment. I want you to stay here. At least consider it for your own safety."
"And is there an ulterior motive?"
Setsuna gave her fiancé an innocent look. "Well," she drawled.
"Remember who and what I am, Suna-chan," he said, with a mischievous smile of his own.
"Curses," she said, twirling the end of an imaginary handlebar moustache. "Foiled again." As they both laughed at her cheesy Snidely Whiplash impersonation, Setsuna let go of the tension she was holding for the past two days.
Hotaru came bounding down the stairs, a smile on her face. "Setsuna-mama says Ranma-papa is doing better," she said cheerfully.
Michiru looked at her lover after their daughter's announcement, with a raised eyebrow at what she'd called Ranma. "That's good news. At least Setsuna won't be worried about him any more."
"Yeah. It seems weird though, that she hasn't been her usual mysterious self."
"Maybe it's something we didn't have the luxury of seeing when Serenity sent us forward. But then, how much of our housemate do we really know?"
Both elder Senshi looked up at the ceiling when they heard an unusual noise coming from Setsuna's bedroom. It sounded like a bed rocking, the headboard hitting the wall, and Setsuna screaming in ecstasy. Eyebrows went up and lecherous grins appeared on two of the three at the dining room table. "I guess," Haruka remarked, "Ranma's doing a lot better. And has a lot of time to make up with her." Hotaru just placed her parent figures' looks and comments into the "Adults are weird" category.
"And I guess there's quite a lot we don't know Setsuna," Michiru added, as she swirled her tea.
00000
The next few months were intense, as Ranma trained his sister in the finer workings of manipulating the Force as well as other conventional martial arts in the morning, Hotaru in Tai Chi in the afternoons, and Setsuna as a Jedi in the evenings. He had mentally reviewed the battle with Bastet that had waylaid him, and felt that another ally would be a good thing. Of course, someone else was getting trained in a darker art as well, during this time. It would be interesting when these two powers that be clash in battle. He'd also seen that Hotaru was weaker than other kids her age and could be easily tired out by the smallest amount of physical activity. Tai Chi was a light enough martial art, and would aid the Senshi of Saturn over time, and allow Ranma time to work her up to his School.
He'd also moved out of his apartment and in with Setsuna, much to her pleasure. Michiru and Haruka, however, were knocked from their position as the perverted duo of the house. After all Setsuna did have thirty millennia to make up for with her lover, and was certainly trying to do so in less than a month. Of course, as the Gates' prediction was true, there were also mornings where Setsuna would curse out her fiancé, sometimes quite loudly, from the bathroom.
It had been a simple thing, when Ranma to proposed Setsuna. The other Outers were out—Michiru had a recital to go to—and Setsuna was at work. For Ranma, not being in the administration of the school, it was one of those rare administration only days. With his plan set in motion, he just waited for Setsuna to return home.
When she did, she noted that the lights were all off, with just candle lanterns providing enough light to see the dining room, and the other Outers were out. Hesitantly, she made her way to the dining room, where a decent-sized flower centerpiece sat. As the Guardian of eternity, the one thing that she appreciated, besides a good belt of something strong, were flowers. There was something about them that appealed to the Senshi of Time, a timelessness as it were. They bloomed, and died, and repeated the cycle, sometimes with variations, but always filling the air with their fragrant scents for as short a time as they were around. Candles illuminated the set table. Already Pluto's mind was running in analytical mode. <The other Outers aren't home; there are two place settings on the table, and Barry White is playing on the stereo. What does he have in store for me?> The doughnut-shaped monolith that had been her whole existence since her appointment as Guardian of Time, kept silent. Although, Setsuna could hear snickering through the mental link she shared with Gates of Time.
She sat at the table, her wineglass already filled with a chilled delicate Chablis, water beading on the surface of the glass. Ranma stuck his head out of the kitchen. "It'll be just a few more minutes, Setsuna." Four months pregnant, and she was limiting herself to one glass of wine with dinner.
True to his word, Ranma came out a few minutes later, bearing a tray overloaded with food. "Ranma, you didn't," Setsuna said reproachfully.
He gave his lover his trademark smirk. "I did. Besides, you're eating for at least two now."
"Don't remind me," Setsuna muttered. She heard the Gates of Time snicker through the link she shared with them. *You wanted me to get back together with him.*
*I know, the Gates replied. Aren't you glad you did?* Setsuna declined a response.
The dinner was filling, and conversation was light, as the candles slowly burned down. With the last of the main course done, Ranma stood and cleared away the dishes. "So, after this magnificent feast, what's for dessert," Setsuna asked.
Ranma smirked. "Why, it's zee cheese soufflé," he said with a cheesy French accent, as he brought it in from the kitchen. "Note how light and airy it is." He set it on the table. "But, before we partake of this dessert, I have a question to ask you."
He adjusted his robes and knelt before the Senshi of Time. "We've known each other for years, Setsuna. And well, the Force is telling me that this is finally the right thing to do. Setsuna, will you marry me?"
The flying glomp that Setsuna accomplished would have made a lavender-haired Amazon very proud. "Of course I will, Ranma," she said between kisses.
00000
At the Hikawa Shrine, the Inners were holding a cram course for the upcoming exams. Or more like trying to. Usagi and Minako were busy complaining about their brains hurting from all the studying. Rei was conferring with Makoto, the latter asking about how to sense "dark presences". And Ami was the only one with her nose in a textbook.
The Shrine priestess and the Jedi Padawan suddenly looked at each other. Both had a feeling of intense, dark emotions coming up the stairs. "Hey guys," Makoto called, "I think we're about to be attacked." Which then resulted in five naked twirly lightshows. The Senshi formed up in the courtyard, as two cloaked figures became visible as they climbed the stairs.
"So, we find the Sailorrr Senshi's hideout," one of the cloaked forms purred. "Hmm, and I sense a prrresence similarrr to Tarrrquin's. Could it be his sisterrr?"
"Bastet," Usagi said, "we have no quarrel with you. Nor does this planet have any quarrel with you. We ask that you leave us in peace."
"This planet would make a good outpost for the Empirrre. Admirrral Criofan can be lenient, if you give up Tarrrquin Lim and his family. Otherrrwise, the consequences will be…severrr." Makoto cringed slightly. She'd heard about Chel Nasin from her brother at dinner the other night.
"Mistress, might you allow me to duel? So that I might smite these pathetic goody two shoes with all the vengeance of the Dark Side?"
"Yes," Bastet purred. The other cloaked form withdrew their lightsaber, and ignited it. "Yes, my young apprrrentice. Have fun."
Her apprentice stalked closer towards the Senshi. "If any of you manages to defeat me," he said dramatically, as he threw back his cloak, "I will let you date me."
The Senshi shuddered to think of having a date with the delusional dark apprentice. Makoto stepped forward, calling her lightsaber forth from stuffspace. She ignited her blade, and held it in a chudan-no-kamae. Darth Kuno brought his blood-red blade up into a similar stance. "I, Sailor Jupiter, accept your challenge." Ranma's teachings whispered in the back of her mind. <A Jedi fights not for prizes or possessions. A Jedi fights for peace, for honor; never in the attack, but always in the defense.> Makoto's green blade chased at the shadows of the Shrine.
"Verrry well then," Bastet said. "The challenge has been met and accepted. Any interrrferrrence will be a breach of honorrr. Death or disarrrm arrre the only acceptable means of winning."