Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Soldier, Sailor, Jedi, Sith ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 10 )
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Looking out over the skyline of Manhattan, Setsuna wrapped her arms around her husband. "How did it go today," she asked, as she rested her head against his back.
"It could have gone better," Ranma replied. "These politicians are as stagnant as the Senate was. And they don't even have the same numbers of constituents to represent."
"That's the universal constant of politicians, anata. Even during Serenity's reign, they couldn't pull their heads out of their collective asses."
"That's why Palpatine won the election for Chancellorship; too many factions vying for power and prestige. I just hope that won't that..." Ranma felt a tremor in the Force, coming from his wife.
"Ranma," she said, "I think...no, it is time."
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A pair of Corellian corvettes and a Star Destroyer slipped into the Sol system, observed by both the Hubble Telescope and a pair of Imperial probe droids, and made their way for the third planet. US Space Command noted the radar returns coming from their space-scanning radar stations, and recommended an upgraded defense posture for the planetary alert forces. American Minuteman III and other nations' obsolescent ICBMs had their warheads upgraded to a surface to space capability, with combination thermal and radar guidance packages, after Ranma's bombshell at the UN about the Empire. Fighter crews manned their alert fighters, in preparation to take to the skies to defend their native countries. The trio of ships entered high orbit around Earth, in an orbit that would make it difficult for them to open fire on the planet, showing their peaceful intent.
Earth-based telescopes zoomed in on the three ship formation, as a pair of fighters and a shuttle left the Star Destroyer. The smaller three ship formation streaked into Earth's atmosphere, eventually touching down at New York City's JFK Airport. Limos that had been dispatched from the UN at the last minute arrived at the airport, as the party from the shuttle entered the terminal. The US Immigration and Customs officers were at a loss on how to process these individual into the country, especially since their travel documents were data cartridges, not paper passports. They were vouched in by members of the United Nations security detail, sent to escort them to Manhattan.
Ranma stood in front of the windows of the nursery at NYU Medical Center. His children were peacefully sleeping in their bassinets, as the nurses tended to the other newborns in the room. Setsuna slipped up next to her husband, and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Well, Ranma, I'd say that your legacy has been secured," she said quietly.
He kissed the top of her head. "I would think so as well," he replied. "Siobhan looks so much like her mother, that she'll be turning heads when she gets older."
"I know she will," Setsuna said.
They were interrupted by a subtle throat clearing. "General Lim, I presume?"
The couple turned around. "Gerrod?" Ranma asked. The person in the burgundy of the Republic Navy nodded. "My god, it is you."
"General, it's been some time. You've changed. Lady Pluto, a pleasure to see you again." Setsuna nodded sagely.
"And you haven't," Ranma said. "As for the changes, it's a rather long story."
"I'm sure it is, General. I'm sure you know why I am here."
"I assume that it has something to do with the planetary defenses going on to an alert status?"
Admiral Gerrod nodded. "Yes sir. I was told by Lady Pluto to report to you, prior to our penetration into the star system. The fleet is currently two parsecs out, holding station in the Chara star system. They can be here in a matter of days."
Ranma put his arms around his back. "Excellent. Although I'm sure your approach to Earth didn't go unnoticed. If I know Criofan, he'll be spoiling for a fight. He's hotheaded and intemperate, all this waiting around has probably been to the best of his abilities."
Gerrod nodded. "I vaguely remember him as an ensign. He was hotheaded back then as well. And with him in charge of Star Destroyers, I can see him implementing Base Delta Zero on this planet. Forgive me, General. I know of your fondness for Chel Nasin."
"It was part of the dark times, Gerrod," Setsuna said. "Now, we have the instrument to prevent that fate from happening here."
"How many ships do we have, Admiral," Ranma asked, pulling himself out his thoughts of vengeance.
"Four Imperator-class Star Destroyers, 16 Victory-class, 20 Dreadnoughts and 40 Corvettes, sir. All Star Destroyers have a full compliment of ARC-170 snubfighters. We also have 25 Gallofree cargo ships, and four bulk carriers loaded with supplies, provisions, and, I regret, families. All vessels are fully manned and operational, sir. The Star Destroyers are all first generation. The Empire kept closer tabs on their second generation Imperators."
"It's understandable, Admiral, that we'd have families. After all, if they're here, the Empire can't use them as hostages," Ranma said. "And we do have a home for them, right Setsuna?"
"Of course, anata," she replied enigmatically.
"At least we have a fleet..." Ranma turned to one of two gentlemen in black suits that had approached. "Yes Agent Smith?"
The tall African-American nodded. "General, I've gotten word from the United Nations. They've voted to provide personnel and logistical support in defense of Earth."
"Excellent," Ranma said. "That takes care of my biggest concern. Now then...how do we integrate Earth personnel into this fleet?"
"The question, General, is," Gerrod said, looking at the signs in the hospital, "how quickly can we teach them to read Basic. Or rather how do we at least convert our computers over to this text format?"
"Very true." Setsuna had, at this time, slipped back to her room, to rest. Delivering the twins had taken quite a bit out of the Senshi of Time. Ranma led Admiral Gerrod off to an unused room and closed the door. "There is a tremor in the Force that is telling me that Admiral Criofan won't be content to wait much longer before he chooses to strike Earth. Signal the fleet. Tell them proceed to this star system, with caution. Make sure that those freighters are protected at all costs. It will take far too much time to develop the industries that we need if we lose even one ship.
"Until the fleet arrives, have your fighters patrol this star system. Anything outside of orbital altitude of the planets is to be considered hostile. I'll request silhouette profiles of any Terran probes that are in the system, but they are generally marked with national or multinational insignias. Make sure your pilots have a visual on the probes before they open fire."
"Understood, General. As soon as I'm on my way to the Republic, I'll send out the orders. At full speed, it should take the first wave of warships only a few days to get here. We'll convoy the freighters in with full escort, of course. I'll also send down a shuttle for your use, General."
"Thank you, Gerrod. I'll see you up on the Republic."
"Republic, this is Red Seven, flight of two; requesting departure clearance."
"Red Seven, Republic. You are cleared for departure. Begin your patrol from the Sol 6 out. Red Nine, you are cleared for departure after Red Seven flight. Begin your patrol route from the Sol 6 in. Blue Three, hold for Red Nine departure; once clear, begin your patrol in the asteroid belt between planets Sol 4 and Sol 5. Republic Actual: cleared to dock, forward hangar. Shuttle Enterprise, you are cleared to depart after Republic Actual has finished docking." The radio was full of chatter, as the Republic began implementing the orders that Admiral Gerrod relayed on his way up from the surface. Four ARC-170s flew combat aerospace patrol around the Imperator; two more were flying escort for the shuttle.
As the shuttle approached the smaller forward hangar, the first pair of snubfighters cleared the main bay, and began their run up to hyperspace to do a system jump to Saturn. One of the probe droids holding station at LaGrange point 5 saw the activity and sent a data burst towards Alpha Centauri.
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Admiral Criofan looked over the probe droids data. "So...my dear Tarquin has gotten at least a Star Destroyer and a couple of corvettes." He handed the data pad back to his flag lieutenant. "And an Imperator at that; I'd have never thought that the Jedi would be able to pull it off."
"Yes sir," Lt. Aubrey replied. "There've been reports from Imperial Intelligence that certain factions of Rebels are getting more and more brazen. Four Imperator I-class Star Destroyers were seized from their drydocks in various Outer Rim Territories. This ship might be one of the ones stolen."
"Of course it is, you dolt," Criofan scoffed. "Why else would it be in orbit of Sol 3? Unless you think that one of my ships defected."
"Not at all, sir. It's just that I was looking at the evidence, and was surprised that it would be here, and not with a Rebel fleet somewhere in our own galaxy, Admiral."
The intelligence didn't go unnoticed by Bastet. The Sith lord was of two minds about the situation, as she stalked the medical facilities, while Kuno was being fitted for an artificial leg, after another run-in with Sailor Jupiter. It seemed that her first apprentice was failing heavily when it came to fighting the lightsaber-yielding Senshi. The Catian resolved that should Kuno fail again, he'll wind up kitty litter. Either her former master had gotten allies, or Admiral Criofan had decided to stage a raid on Earth. Of course, she hadn't heard anything from the pompous arrogant ass in charge of the fleet. "Not so technologically prrrimative afterrr all," she purred, as she watched her newest apprentice spar against Kuno. "This will make the final battle much morrre delicious when it occurrrs." The fanged boy didn't have any real finesse with a lightsaber, but he was phenomenally strong and pig-headed stubborn. Excellent for keeping her former master busy, Bastet felt.
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A pair of F/A-18E Super Hornets touched down at NAS Oceana, and taxied towards their parking areas. Superimposed on their tails were the skull and crossbones of VFA-103, the Jolly Rogers. As the fighters taxied up, the pilot of the lead fighter noticed a staff car near their spot. Wheels were chocked, engines shut down and canopies rose when the fighters reached their designated parking spots on the tarmac. One of the occupants of the staff car climbed out, and walked towards the lead fighter. "Commander Fokker?"
"What can I do for you, Lieutenant?"
"New orders for your squadron from COMNAVAIRLANT, sir. You're to report to Houston Space Center and begin training for zero-gee operations."
Commander Roy Fokker looked at the staff weenie in front of him, dressed in summer undress whites. "For the whole squadron," he repeated. "I take it this has something to do with what President Whitmore had to say two months ago?"
"Yes sir."
Roy took the envelope from the Lieutenant. "Thank you. Dismissed."
At Iruma Airbase, just outside of Tokyo, a similar conversation was occurring. "Sir, Captain Konishi reporting as ordered," the muscle-bound deputy squadron commander said, as he entered General Tskumoto's office. He noticed that both Colonel Yumioki and Major Kengamine were there as well.
"At ease, Captain," the diminutive Central Air Division commander said. He looked down at the sheet of paper on his desk. "Captain, effective immediately, the 801st Tactical Training Squadron is disbanded..."
"WHAT!" Konishi roared, interrupting the four star general. "General, we've passed every flight evaluation that Major Kengamine and Col. Yumioki could throw at us."
"I know, Captain." Tskumoto replied in a tone that screamed "Interrupt me again, and you'll be flying freight into McMurdo Sound." "The 801st is to be redesignated as the 801st Tactical Fighter Squadron. You and your pilots are to report to Houston Space Center to begin training for zero-gee operations."
Konishi's jaw hit the floor. "Tactical fighter squadron," he repeated, incredulously.
Tskumoto gave the bearded captain one of his rare smiles. "Yes, Captain. We will also be increasing your numbers, as well. Apparently the fighters that you will be flying, although we don't have full information, require three man crews.
"This position also warrants promotion to the rank of Major. Congratulations, Major Konishi.
"And Major Kengamine, since you declined this assignment, you'll be flying the supply runs into McMurdo Sound," General Tskumoto said, as the weasel of a major wilted to the floor of the office.
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"It could have gone better," Ranma replied. "These politicians are as stagnant as the Senate was. And they don't even have the same numbers of constituents to represent."
"That's the universal constant of politicians, anata. Even during Serenity's reign, they couldn't pull their heads out of their collective asses."
"That's why Palpatine won the election for Chancellorship; too many factions vying for power and prestige. I just hope that won't that..." Ranma felt a tremor in the Force, coming from his wife.
"Ranma," she said, "I think...no, it is time."
00000
A pair of Corellian corvettes and a Star Destroyer slipped into the Sol system, observed by both the Hubble Telescope and a pair of Imperial probe droids, and made their way for the third planet. US Space Command noted the radar returns coming from their space-scanning radar stations, and recommended an upgraded defense posture for the planetary alert forces. American Minuteman III and other nations' obsolescent ICBMs had their warheads upgraded to a surface to space capability, with combination thermal and radar guidance packages, after Ranma's bombshell at the UN about the Empire. Fighter crews manned their alert fighters, in preparation to take to the skies to defend their native countries. The trio of ships entered high orbit around Earth, in an orbit that would make it difficult for them to open fire on the planet, showing their peaceful intent.
Earth-based telescopes zoomed in on the three ship formation, as a pair of fighters and a shuttle left the Star Destroyer. The smaller three ship formation streaked into Earth's atmosphere, eventually touching down at New York City's JFK Airport. Limos that had been dispatched from the UN at the last minute arrived at the airport, as the party from the shuttle entered the terminal. The US Immigration and Customs officers were at a loss on how to process these individual into the country, especially since their travel documents were data cartridges, not paper passports. They were vouched in by members of the United Nations security detail, sent to escort them to Manhattan.
Ranma stood in front of the windows of the nursery at NYU Medical Center. His children were peacefully sleeping in their bassinets, as the nurses tended to the other newborns in the room. Setsuna slipped up next to her husband, and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Well, Ranma, I'd say that your legacy has been secured," she said quietly.
He kissed the top of her head. "I would think so as well," he replied. "Siobhan looks so much like her mother, that she'll be turning heads when she gets older."
"I know she will," Setsuna said.
They were interrupted by a subtle throat clearing. "General Lim, I presume?"
The couple turned around. "Gerrod?" Ranma asked. The person in the burgundy of the Republic Navy nodded. "My god, it is you."
"General, it's been some time. You've changed. Lady Pluto, a pleasure to see you again." Setsuna nodded sagely.
"And you haven't," Ranma said. "As for the changes, it's a rather long story."
"I'm sure it is, General. I'm sure you know why I am here."
"I assume that it has something to do with the planetary defenses going on to an alert status?"
Admiral Gerrod nodded. "Yes sir. I was told by Lady Pluto to report to you, prior to our penetration into the star system. The fleet is currently two parsecs out, holding station in the Chara star system. They can be here in a matter of days."
Ranma put his arms around his back. "Excellent. Although I'm sure your approach to Earth didn't go unnoticed. If I know Criofan, he'll be spoiling for a fight. He's hotheaded and intemperate, all this waiting around has probably been to the best of his abilities."
Gerrod nodded. "I vaguely remember him as an ensign. He was hotheaded back then as well. And with him in charge of Star Destroyers, I can see him implementing Base Delta Zero on this planet. Forgive me, General. I know of your fondness for Chel Nasin."
"It was part of the dark times, Gerrod," Setsuna said. "Now, we have the instrument to prevent that fate from happening here."
"How many ships do we have, Admiral," Ranma asked, pulling himself out his thoughts of vengeance.
"Four Imperator-class Star Destroyers, 16 Victory-class, 20 Dreadnoughts and 40 Corvettes, sir. All Star Destroyers have a full compliment of ARC-170 snubfighters. We also have 25 Gallofree cargo ships, and four bulk carriers loaded with supplies, provisions, and, I regret, families. All vessels are fully manned and operational, sir. The Star Destroyers are all first generation. The Empire kept closer tabs on their second generation Imperators."
"It's understandable, Admiral, that we'd have families. After all, if they're here, the Empire can't use them as hostages," Ranma said. "And we do have a home for them, right Setsuna?"
"Of course, anata," she replied enigmatically.
"At least we have a fleet..." Ranma turned to one of two gentlemen in black suits that had approached. "Yes Agent Smith?"
The tall African-American nodded. "General, I've gotten word from the United Nations. They've voted to provide personnel and logistical support in defense of Earth."
"Excellent," Ranma said. "That takes care of my biggest concern. Now then...how do we integrate Earth personnel into this fleet?"
"The question, General, is," Gerrod said, looking at the signs in the hospital, "how quickly can we teach them to read Basic. Or rather how do we at least convert our computers over to this text format?"
"Very true." Setsuna had, at this time, slipped back to her room, to rest. Delivering the twins had taken quite a bit out of the Senshi of Time. Ranma led Admiral Gerrod off to an unused room and closed the door. "There is a tremor in the Force that is telling me that Admiral Criofan won't be content to wait much longer before he chooses to strike Earth. Signal the fleet. Tell them proceed to this star system, with caution. Make sure that those freighters are protected at all costs. It will take far too much time to develop the industries that we need if we lose even one ship.
"Until the fleet arrives, have your fighters patrol this star system. Anything outside of orbital altitude of the planets is to be considered hostile. I'll request silhouette profiles of any Terran probes that are in the system, but they are generally marked with national or multinational insignias. Make sure your pilots have a visual on the probes before they open fire."
"Understood, General. As soon as I'm on my way to the Republic, I'll send out the orders. At full speed, it should take the first wave of warships only a few days to get here. We'll convoy the freighters in with full escort, of course. I'll also send down a shuttle for your use, General."
"Thank you, Gerrod. I'll see you up on the Republic."
"Republic, this is Red Seven, flight of two; requesting departure clearance."
"Red Seven, Republic. You are cleared for departure. Begin your patrol from the Sol 6 out. Red Nine, you are cleared for departure after Red Seven flight. Begin your patrol route from the Sol 6 in. Blue Three, hold for Red Nine departure; once clear, begin your patrol in the asteroid belt between planets Sol 4 and Sol 5. Republic Actual: cleared to dock, forward hangar. Shuttle Enterprise, you are cleared to depart after Republic Actual has finished docking." The radio was full of chatter, as the Republic began implementing the orders that Admiral Gerrod relayed on his way up from the surface. Four ARC-170s flew combat aerospace patrol around the Imperator; two more were flying escort for the shuttle.
As the shuttle approached the smaller forward hangar, the first pair of snubfighters cleared the main bay, and began their run up to hyperspace to do a system jump to Saturn. One of the probe droids holding station at LaGrange point 5 saw the activity and sent a data burst towards Alpha Centauri.
00000
Admiral Criofan looked over the probe droids data. "So...my dear Tarquin has gotten at least a Star Destroyer and a couple of corvettes." He handed the data pad back to his flag lieutenant. "And an Imperator at that; I'd have never thought that the Jedi would be able to pull it off."
"Yes sir," Lt. Aubrey replied. "There've been reports from Imperial Intelligence that certain factions of Rebels are getting more and more brazen. Four Imperator I-class Star Destroyers were seized from their drydocks in various Outer Rim Territories. This ship might be one of the ones stolen."
"Of course it is, you dolt," Criofan scoffed. "Why else would it be in orbit of Sol 3? Unless you think that one of my ships defected."
"Not at all, sir. It's just that I was looking at the evidence, and was surprised that it would be here, and not with a Rebel fleet somewhere in our own galaxy, Admiral."
The intelligence didn't go unnoticed by Bastet. The Sith lord was of two minds about the situation, as she stalked the medical facilities, while Kuno was being fitted for an artificial leg, after another run-in with Sailor Jupiter. It seemed that her first apprentice was failing heavily when it came to fighting the lightsaber-yielding Senshi. The Catian resolved that should Kuno fail again, he'll wind up kitty litter. Either her former master had gotten allies, or Admiral Criofan had decided to stage a raid on Earth. Of course, she hadn't heard anything from the pompous arrogant ass in charge of the fleet. "Not so technologically prrrimative afterrr all," she purred, as she watched her newest apprentice spar against Kuno. "This will make the final battle much morrre delicious when it occurrrs." The fanged boy didn't have any real finesse with a lightsaber, but he was phenomenally strong and pig-headed stubborn. Excellent for keeping her former master busy, Bastet felt.
00000
A pair of F/A-18E Super Hornets touched down at NAS Oceana, and taxied towards their parking areas. Superimposed on their tails were the skull and crossbones of VFA-103, the Jolly Rogers. As the fighters taxied up, the pilot of the lead fighter noticed a staff car near their spot. Wheels were chocked, engines shut down and canopies rose when the fighters reached their designated parking spots on the tarmac. One of the occupants of the staff car climbed out, and walked towards the lead fighter. "Commander Fokker?"
"What can I do for you, Lieutenant?"
"New orders for your squadron from COMNAVAIRLANT, sir. You're to report to Houston Space Center and begin training for zero-gee operations."
Commander Roy Fokker looked at the staff weenie in front of him, dressed in summer undress whites. "For the whole squadron," he repeated. "I take it this has something to do with what President Whitmore had to say two months ago?"
"Yes sir."
Roy took the envelope from the Lieutenant. "Thank you. Dismissed."
At Iruma Airbase, just outside of Tokyo, a similar conversation was occurring. "Sir, Captain Konishi reporting as ordered," the muscle-bound deputy squadron commander said, as he entered General Tskumoto's office. He noticed that both Colonel Yumioki and Major Kengamine were there as well.
"At ease, Captain," the diminutive Central Air Division commander said. He looked down at the sheet of paper on his desk. "Captain, effective immediately, the 801st Tactical Training Squadron is disbanded..."
"WHAT!" Konishi roared, interrupting the four star general. "General, we've passed every flight evaluation that Major Kengamine and Col. Yumioki could throw at us."
"I know, Captain." Tskumoto replied in a tone that screamed "Interrupt me again, and you'll be flying freight into McMurdo Sound." "The 801st is to be redesignated as the 801st Tactical Fighter Squadron. You and your pilots are to report to Houston Space Center to begin training for zero-gee operations."
Konishi's jaw hit the floor. "Tactical fighter squadron," he repeated, incredulously.
Tskumoto gave the bearded captain one of his rare smiles. "Yes, Captain. We will also be increasing your numbers, as well. Apparently the fighters that you will be flying, although we don't have full information, require three man crews.
"This position also warrants promotion to the rank of Major. Congratulations, Major Konishi.
"And Major Kengamine, since you declined this assignment, you'll be flying the supply runs into McMurdo Sound," General Tskumoto said, as the weasel of a major wilted to the floor of the office.
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