Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Soldier, Sailor, Jedi, Sith ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 12 )
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By: Maj_Scooter 
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: 1.6K | Visits: 422 | 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: 1.6K | Visits: 422 | Status: Work In Progress
Near Earth-Moon LaGrange Point 5
A pair of ARC-170s on a training flight swung through space between Earth and Luna, sensors looking for anything out of the ordinary. "Red 1, Jolly 6. I've got a suspicious silhouette on the scope," Roy's backseater, LCDR Cunningham called over the radio.
"Jolly 6, Rrred One. What does the computerrr say it is?"
"Wait one, Red One." She ran the silhouette through the targeting computer. "Red One, Jolly 6; Computer's saying it's an Imperial probe droid."
"You arrre clearrred weapons hot, Jolly 6."
"Roger, weapons hot," she confirmed. "Roy, we're cleared to attack."
"Roger," the blonde commander of VFA-103 replied, as he swung the three-man fighter around in a tight arc. "S-foils?"
"Locked in attack position," Cunningham confirmed, as Roy started running through the attack checklist.
"Blasters?"
"Charged and online. Set for single fire."
"Shields?"
"On, double front."
A small square targeting reticule appeared on Roy's head's up display. "Target in sight. Guns, guns, guns," he called, squeezing the trigger. Ruby red bolts of energy spat from the fighter's wingtip mounted cannons.
As soon as the probe's sensors detected the inbound threat, it armed its self-destruct package, and fired off one last report towards Alpha Centauri. It exploded before the bolts of energy from Roy's fighter even came close to hitting it.
"Good job, Jolly Six," Wing Commander M'ret said. "Forrrm on my wing, and we'll head home."
The naval intelligence officer looked at the sudden loss of data coming from the Sol system. "Admiral, we've lost our last probe droid in the Terran star system," he reported to the Admiral.
Criofan walked over to the intelligence officer's display. Some of his compatriots, like Admiral Ozzel, were too self-absorbed in their rank and position. There were times Criofan wondered how that buffoon even rated command of the Executor, let alone his rank. Even though Criofan could be a cold-hearted son of a bitch, there were times he preferred to look at the data with his own eyes. "This should prove to be interesting...Lt. Aubrey!"
"Yes Admiral," his flag lieutenant replied.
"Have Fleet Operations put together a small task group—say three or four Star Destroyers. As soon as it is assembled, I'll transmit their orders."
"Yes sir."
00000
Ranma and Setsuna were walking through Central Park, enjoying the night air, alone. Makoto had come to visit her brother, over summer recess, and got tagged for babysitting duty with the twins. Behind the couple was their plainclothes security force, just far enough away to be unobtrusive, but close enough to react. It had been a pleasant evening for the couple.
Ranma noticed two people coming towards them, backlit by a streetlight. "We meet again, Tarrrquin, for the last time," Bastet growled, as she and Darth Kuno came at them, lightsaber hilts at the ready.
"Then let us end this, Bastet. One of us will not survive this fight," he replied, retrieving his own lightsaber from within his robes.
Kuno looked at Setsuna. "Should you prove victorious, I would date with thee, my viridian-tressed goddess," he said, the lust clearly visible in his eyes.
"I would rather commit seppuku than let you touch me," Setsuna replied, as her dress shifted into her Senshi uniform, the Time Key appearing in her hands.
The two Sith charged Ranma and his wife, igniting their lightsabers as they closed the distance. The two bodyguards didn't have time to react before the first crash of lightsaber against lightsaber and Time Key, its inherent magic protecting it from the blade of focused energy. Setsuna wielded the magical artifact like a quarterstaff, parrying Kuno's attempts to get through her guard, while cracking the insane Sith apprentice in the knees, wrists, elbows, and head. Some of the hits were effective; some weren't because of Kuno's cybernetic replacements.
Ranma, however, was driving his former apprentice back, with a flurry of attacks. Forms he'd learned in his youth, both on Coruscant and in Japan, flowed through his arms, punctuated by occasional use of Musabetsu Kakutou kicks and punches. "You should never have sided with Palpatine, Bastet," he said. "The power of the Dark Side has blinded you to everything I ever taught you."
"I think not," she growled in response. "The Darrrk Side flows within me, sings to me."
"Then its song is as false as a Millie Vanilie single," Ranma countered. The momentary confusion on the Catian's face was evident, as she tried to process what the pigtailed Jedi Master said.
Drawn in by the coronal discharges of energy, two NYPD mounted officers came galloping up. "The Jedi have it under control," one of their guards said. "They were attacked, and are defending themselves." The cops sat there, watching a Jedi and Senshi fight for their lives.
Every strike Kuno attempted with his lightsaber failed to get through Setsuna's defenses. The magical protection inherent in the Time Key was slowly weakening with each blow of the insane Sith apprentice's lightsaber, and it showed. There was carbon scoring all along the shaft of the magical artifact. Time to end this, before I lose the Time Key, she said to herself. And Tarquin once showed me that someone trained in the Force can deflect even a Dead Scream. With a speed and power borne of desperation, Pluto swept Kuno's feet out from under him. As Kuno slammed on to the concrete sidewalk, she jammed the staff into his neck, crushing his windpipe, killing him. The body immolated itself as the energies of the Dark Side were released; the blast knocking the Senshi of Time back, ass over tea kettle.
Bast was distracted by the death of her currently only apprentice. Kuno had killed her other apprentice during a spar, thinking that he was the foul sorcerer who'd imprisoned his fanged goddess. Ranma took advantage of her distraction to press his aggressive defense. With a flying kick, he knocked the Catian Sith lord back. As she charged her pigtailed Master, she brought her lightsaber in for a low slash.
Ranma jumped over the attack, and brought his lightsaber down in a shallow arc. The Jedi Master felt a slight resistance as the energy blade bit into Bastet's neck. The Catian's body slumped to the ground, lifeless; her head landed a few meters away, the look of shock still evident on her face. Closing down his blade, Ranma walked over to Setsuna, and helped his wife back up.
"Are you alright," she asked, noting the pain on her husband's face. "I know you still harbored hopes to turn her back to the Light."
"Yeah, I'll be fine," he replied, neutrally, "after a few stiff drinks. Let's go get blitzed."
00000
Receiving the order from the Republic, the fleet began to move from its hiding place in close orbit around Chara XIII. Half of the corvette force pulled out of orbit first, and arrayed itself around the star system. They were followed by ten of the Dreadnoughts, then the civilian ships with the Imperators. Flanking the formation were the Vicstars, with the rear guarded by the remaining Dreadnoughts and corvettes. The ships began their run up to lightspeed, and disappeared in flickers of pseudomotion.
As the rebel fleet cruised through hyperspace, a small detachment of three Star Destroyers—one Imperator, the Black Prince; and two Victories, the Ramilles and Praetor—left orbit around the Imperial base, and jumped to lightspeed.
00000
MCAS EL TORO
Lake Forest, California
Marine Corps Captain Steven Hiller walked into squadron ready room of VMF/A-555, and noted that everyone was busy watching CNN. "I think we can find something better to do with our time," he said.
"Hey, you're here," Jimmy said, getting up. "How was leave?"
"Pretty damn good," Hiller replied, as they walked over to the lockers. There was an envelope sticking out of Hiller's locker. "Looks like the mail still works. Oh man, NASA...I can't open it. You mind reading it."
Raven took the envelope. "Wuss," he said, as he slit open the envelope. "‘To Captain Steven Hiller,' wuss, ‘we regret to inform you that, although you have an excellent service record...' Oh man, I'm sorry Steve. Wait a second... ‘We are, however, forwarding your application to Headquarters, Earth Defense Force with our endorsement for your entry into the space-superiority fighter program.'"
"Looks like I'm still going into space after all," Hiller said. "And you thought marrying Jasmine would have been detrimental to my career. Hot damn!"
"Congratulations, man. Hell, if I knew marrying a stripper would be good for me, I'd do it in a minute," Raven said. "Hey guys! Steve-o's going to the EDF!"
A pair of ARC-170s on a training flight swung through space between Earth and Luna, sensors looking for anything out of the ordinary. "Red 1, Jolly 6. I've got a suspicious silhouette on the scope," Roy's backseater, LCDR Cunningham called over the radio.
"Jolly 6, Rrred One. What does the computerrr say it is?"
"Wait one, Red One." She ran the silhouette through the targeting computer. "Red One, Jolly 6; Computer's saying it's an Imperial probe droid."
"You arrre clearrred weapons hot, Jolly 6."
"Roger, weapons hot," she confirmed. "Roy, we're cleared to attack."
"Roger," the blonde commander of VFA-103 replied, as he swung the three-man fighter around in a tight arc. "S-foils?"
"Locked in attack position," Cunningham confirmed, as Roy started running through the attack checklist.
"Blasters?"
"Charged and online. Set for single fire."
"Shields?"
"On, double front."
A small square targeting reticule appeared on Roy's head's up display. "Target in sight. Guns, guns, guns," he called, squeezing the trigger. Ruby red bolts of energy spat from the fighter's wingtip mounted cannons.
As soon as the probe's sensors detected the inbound threat, it armed its self-destruct package, and fired off one last report towards Alpha Centauri. It exploded before the bolts of energy from Roy's fighter even came close to hitting it.
"Good job, Jolly Six," Wing Commander M'ret said. "Forrrm on my wing, and we'll head home."
The naval intelligence officer looked at the sudden loss of data coming from the Sol system. "Admiral, we've lost our last probe droid in the Terran star system," he reported to the Admiral.
Criofan walked over to the intelligence officer's display. Some of his compatriots, like Admiral Ozzel, were too self-absorbed in their rank and position. There were times Criofan wondered how that buffoon even rated command of the Executor, let alone his rank. Even though Criofan could be a cold-hearted son of a bitch, there were times he preferred to look at the data with his own eyes. "This should prove to be interesting...Lt. Aubrey!"
"Yes Admiral," his flag lieutenant replied.
"Have Fleet Operations put together a small task group—say three or four Star Destroyers. As soon as it is assembled, I'll transmit their orders."
"Yes sir."
00000
Ranma and Setsuna were walking through Central Park, enjoying the night air, alone. Makoto had come to visit her brother, over summer recess, and got tagged for babysitting duty with the twins. Behind the couple was their plainclothes security force, just far enough away to be unobtrusive, but close enough to react. It had been a pleasant evening for the couple.
Ranma noticed two people coming towards them, backlit by a streetlight. "We meet again, Tarrrquin, for the last time," Bastet growled, as she and Darth Kuno came at them, lightsaber hilts at the ready.
"Then let us end this, Bastet. One of us will not survive this fight," he replied, retrieving his own lightsaber from within his robes.
Kuno looked at Setsuna. "Should you prove victorious, I would date with thee, my viridian-tressed goddess," he said, the lust clearly visible in his eyes.
"I would rather commit seppuku than let you touch me," Setsuna replied, as her dress shifted into her Senshi uniform, the Time Key appearing in her hands.
The two Sith charged Ranma and his wife, igniting their lightsabers as they closed the distance. The two bodyguards didn't have time to react before the first crash of lightsaber against lightsaber and Time Key, its inherent magic protecting it from the blade of focused energy. Setsuna wielded the magical artifact like a quarterstaff, parrying Kuno's attempts to get through her guard, while cracking the insane Sith apprentice in the knees, wrists, elbows, and head. Some of the hits were effective; some weren't because of Kuno's cybernetic replacements.
Ranma, however, was driving his former apprentice back, with a flurry of attacks. Forms he'd learned in his youth, both on Coruscant and in Japan, flowed through his arms, punctuated by occasional use of Musabetsu Kakutou kicks and punches. "You should never have sided with Palpatine, Bastet," he said. "The power of the Dark Side has blinded you to everything I ever taught you."
"I think not," she growled in response. "The Darrrk Side flows within me, sings to me."
"Then its song is as false as a Millie Vanilie single," Ranma countered. The momentary confusion on the Catian's face was evident, as she tried to process what the pigtailed Jedi Master said.
Drawn in by the coronal discharges of energy, two NYPD mounted officers came galloping up. "The Jedi have it under control," one of their guards said. "They were attacked, and are defending themselves." The cops sat there, watching a Jedi and Senshi fight for their lives.
Every strike Kuno attempted with his lightsaber failed to get through Setsuna's defenses. The magical protection inherent in the Time Key was slowly weakening with each blow of the insane Sith apprentice's lightsaber, and it showed. There was carbon scoring all along the shaft of the magical artifact. Time to end this, before I lose the Time Key, she said to herself. And Tarquin once showed me that someone trained in the Force can deflect even a Dead Scream. With a speed and power borne of desperation, Pluto swept Kuno's feet out from under him. As Kuno slammed on to the concrete sidewalk, she jammed the staff into his neck, crushing his windpipe, killing him. The body immolated itself as the energies of the Dark Side were released; the blast knocking the Senshi of Time back, ass over tea kettle.
Bast was distracted by the death of her currently only apprentice. Kuno had killed her other apprentice during a spar, thinking that he was the foul sorcerer who'd imprisoned his fanged goddess. Ranma took advantage of her distraction to press his aggressive defense. With a flying kick, he knocked the Catian Sith lord back. As she charged her pigtailed Master, she brought her lightsaber in for a low slash.
Ranma jumped over the attack, and brought his lightsaber down in a shallow arc. The Jedi Master felt a slight resistance as the energy blade bit into Bastet's neck. The Catian's body slumped to the ground, lifeless; her head landed a few meters away, the look of shock still evident on her face. Closing down his blade, Ranma walked over to Setsuna, and helped his wife back up.
"Are you alright," she asked, noting the pain on her husband's face. "I know you still harbored hopes to turn her back to the Light."
"Yeah, I'll be fine," he replied, neutrally, "after a few stiff drinks. Let's go get blitzed."
00000
Receiving the order from the Republic, the fleet began to move from its hiding place in close orbit around Chara XIII. Half of the corvette force pulled out of orbit first, and arrayed itself around the star system. They were followed by ten of the Dreadnoughts, then the civilian ships with the Imperators. Flanking the formation were the Vicstars, with the rear guarded by the remaining Dreadnoughts and corvettes. The ships began their run up to lightspeed, and disappeared in flickers of pseudomotion.
As the rebel fleet cruised through hyperspace, a small detachment of three Star Destroyers—one Imperator, the Black Prince; and two Victories, the Ramilles and Praetor—left orbit around the Imperial base, and jumped to lightspeed.
00000
MCAS EL TORO
Lake Forest, California
Marine Corps Captain Steven Hiller walked into squadron ready room of VMF/A-555, and noted that everyone was busy watching CNN. "I think we can find something better to do with our time," he said.
"Hey, you're here," Jimmy said, getting up. "How was leave?"
"Pretty damn good," Hiller replied, as they walked over to the lockers. There was an envelope sticking out of Hiller's locker. "Looks like the mail still works. Oh man, NASA...I can't open it. You mind reading it."
Raven took the envelope. "Wuss," he said, as he slit open the envelope. "‘To Captain Steven Hiller,' wuss, ‘we regret to inform you that, although you have an excellent service record...' Oh man, I'm sorry Steve. Wait a second... ‘We are, however, forwarding your application to Headquarters, Earth Defense Force with our endorsement for your entry into the space-superiority fighter program.'"
"Looks like I'm still going into space after all," Hiller said. "And you thought marrying Jasmine would have been detrimental to my career. Hot damn!"
"Congratulations, man. Hell, if I knew marrying a stripper would be good for me, I'd do it in a minute," Raven said. "Hey guys! Steve-o's going to the EDF!"