Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Soldier, Sailor, Jedi, Sith ❯ Chapter 14 ( Chapter 15 )
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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: 1.3K | Visits: 429 | 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: 1.3K | Visits: 429 | Status: Work In Progress
Tycho Naval Base
0600 hours, UCT
Ranma walked on to the bridge of the Wild Stallion II, and watched the quiet, controlled chaos of the bridge crew preparing their ship for departure. Through the viewports, other warships were preparing to get underway as a simulated sun began to rise in the cavern. Each of the Star Destroyers named after the Senshi bore that Senshi's color on the command tower and somewhere along the flanks and main hull. Of course, several Destroyer crews felt sorry for the crew of the EFS Luna, and her bright pink markings. The only exception was Serenity Dominant. She bore the royal seal of the House of Serenity.
Aides and messengers ran hither and yon, as the final predeparture checklists were completed. "General Lim," Captain Erlich said, with a cough, "welcome aboard."
"Thank you, Captain," Ranma replied.
"All moorings clear Captain; running lights on," the helmsman reported. "Maneuvering thrusters holding station."
"Yard Command signals clear, sir," the communications officer added.
"Helm, thrusters ahead slow. Take us out."
"Thrusters ahead slow." Ever so slowly, the thrusters overcame months of inertia, and the battleship began to pull out of her slip and into the channel.
"Wild Stallion, you are cleared for Channel Alpha to the surface. May the Force be with you," their controller called over the radio.
"Thank you, Control," Erlich replied, coughing again. "Helm, make for Channel Alpha; thrusters ahead two-thirds."
"Aye sir."
"Are you alright, Captain?" Ranma asked.
"I'll be fine, General. Just a bit of a cold, that's all."
The ship cleared the opening into close-in space over the Moon, before the sublight engines fired, pulling the ship away from surface of the crater. "We are free, and clear to navigate," Lt. Polon reported.
"Course heading, General?"
"Make for the rendezvous point, Captain. I'll be in my quarters."
00000
Ranma sat at his desk, report flimsies in hand. The reconnaissance data from 40 Eridani A made him wonder if this was a good idea. Trust in the Force, young Jedi, his Master taught him. It makes a great many things seem possible. The door chime sounded. "Come in," he called, distracted.
A middle aged male, wearing US Navy shipboard khakis walked into the General's suite. The pair of silver oak leaves on his collar indicated he held the rank of Commander. "General Lim, Dr. Wilder wanted me to tell you that Captain Erlich is down with pneumonia."
"And you are," Ranma asked, distracted.
"Oh, I'm Commander Dodge, formerly US Navy; the Wild Stallion's executive officer."
Ranma's eyebrow raised in a classic Spock maneuver. "You're the ‘Commander Dodge' with the tattoo...?"
"Yes sir, I'm that Commander Dodge," he replied. "I see Admiral Winslow's been talking about me again."
The Jedi chuckled. "The Force works in mysterious ways, Commander. I assume that you are taking command of the ship?"
"Yes sir, as part of my official duties," Dodge replied. "General, I've been looking over the plans, and I have a suggestion that should give us an edge we need."
"Go ahead."
"Well sir, these ships used to belong to the Imperial Navy before they were...acquired, right?" Ranma nodded. "Then our ships still have the Imperial transponder codes assigned to them, or at least the ability to mimic a standard Imperial code."
"And we slip in, open fire on them, and sow more confusion. I like it, but I need to think about it, Commander." Ranma smirked. "For now, contact the task force, and advise them to reactivate their Imperial transponders, and encode their EDF frequencies on a classified channel that Communications will provide."
"Yes sir..." CDR Dodge was interrupted by the intercom. "General quarters, general quarters, all hands to battlestations. Unidentified vessel has just appeared off our starboard bow. General quarters, general quarters; this is not a drill.
"General Lim and Commander Dodge to the bridge please."
"That sounds like our cue, Commander," Ranma said, as he stood and headed for the hatch.
"Status," Commander Dodge called, as he walked onto the bridge of the Star Destroyer.
"Commander, the unidentified ship is holding station 10 thousand kilometers off our port bow. Battlestations are manned and ready; Condition One set throughout the ship. The Ling and Scorpion are holding station off the intruder, at 5 thousand kilometers."
Ranma looked through the bridge viewports. "Do we have any visuals?"
"Yes, General," the duty officer replied. A monitor lit up, showing a truly alien looking ship. Both bow elevation and plan view showed the hull curving in on itself. "Data feed is coming from the Ling, sir."
"Hm...have there been any attempts at communications?"
"No sir."
"Is it possible their communications systems are incompatible with ours?"
"It would explain a great many things," Ranma pontificated.
Dodge looked at the Aerospace Operations officer. "Signal the flight deck. Launch the ready five for a fly-by."
"Aye sir." A few moments later, a quartet of Y-wings came arcing up over the starboard side of the Star Destroyer and accelerated towards the unidentified ship.
"Stallion, this is Red Arrow One, we're making our approach run on the target. Hull looks like its bore the brunt of an Imperial attack; it's carbon-scored and penetrated in a few locations. No discernable weapons ports or sublight engines. Sensor readings indicate that there is life support operational, and a handful of lifesigns, but the readings are inconsistent."
Dodge hit a communications stud. "Affirmative, Red Arrow One; we'll come alongside and bring it into the bay. Stallion Actual, out." Releasing the stud, he looked down in the command pit. "Helm, bring us alongside. Ready tractor beams. Communications, have medical personnel report to the hangar."
"Aye sir." The Star Destroyer slowly moved towards the much smaller ship, and halted a few hundred meters from it. Tractor beams locked on and dragged the unidentified ship into the main hangar bay. Marines and Republic troops took station around the ship, as a preventative measure.
Engineers spliced into the controls for the airlock, and as it slid open, a body fell out. The upswept eyebrows, pale skin with a very subtle greenish tinge to it, and the pointed ears all pointed towards a campy 1960s science-fiction series that spawned five spinoff series and 11 movies. One of the human medics, from Earth, looked at the body. "This one's dead," he said, after noting the green lines of lividity. "Holy gawd, Roddenberry was right. Vulcans do exist."
"You'd think that after meeting us, you'd remember that you're not all alone in the night," his compatriot from Coruscant jibed. One of the surviving occupants stepped awkwardly into light. Her robes would have been immaculate, had they not been streaked with smoke. The marines near the airlock tensed. "Oh boy, we've got ourselves a First Contact."
She raised her right hand, giving the salute. "This is an Earth ship," she asked. Her voice had a cultured English accent.
"In a roundabout way, ma'am," the Earth medic replied.
"Fascinating. I am T'Mir, captain of the T'Ever. Please take me to your leader."
0600 hours, UCT
Ranma walked on to the bridge of the Wild Stallion II, and watched the quiet, controlled chaos of the bridge crew preparing their ship for departure. Through the viewports, other warships were preparing to get underway as a simulated sun began to rise in the cavern. Each of the Star Destroyers named after the Senshi bore that Senshi's color on the command tower and somewhere along the flanks and main hull. Of course, several Destroyer crews felt sorry for the crew of the EFS Luna, and her bright pink markings. The only exception was Serenity Dominant. She bore the royal seal of the House of Serenity.
Aides and messengers ran hither and yon, as the final predeparture checklists were completed. "General Lim," Captain Erlich said, with a cough, "welcome aboard."
"Thank you, Captain," Ranma replied.
"All moorings clear Captain; running lights on," the helmsman reported. "Maneuvering thrusters holding station."
"Yard Command signals clear, sir," the communications officer added.
"Helm, thrusters ahead slow. Take us out."
"Thrusters ahead slow." Ever so slowly, the thrusters overcame months of inertia, and the battleship began to pull out of her slip and into the channel.
"Wild Stallion, you are cleared for Channel Alpha to the surface. May the Force be with you," their controller called over the radio.
"Thank you, Control," Erlich replied, coughing again. "Helm, make for Channel Alpha; thrusters ahead two-thirds."
"Aye sir."
"Are you alright, Captain?" Ranma asked.
"I'll be fine, General. Just a bit of a cold, that's all."
The ship cleared the opening into close-in space over the Moon, before the sublight engines fired, pulling the ship away from surface of the crater. "We are free, and clear to navigate," Lt. Polon reported.
"Course heading, General?"
"Make for the rendezvous point, Captain. I'll be in my quarters."
00000
Ranma sat at his desk, report flimsies in hand. The reconnaissance data from 40 Eridani A made him wonder if this was a good idea. Trust in the Force, young Jedi, his Master taught him. It makes a great many things seem possible. The door chime sounded. "Come in," he called, distracted.
A middle aged male, wearing US Navy shipboard khakis walked into the General's suite. The pair of silver oak leaves on his collar indicated he held the rank of Commander. "General Lim, Dr. Wilder wanted me to tell you that Captain Erlich is down with pneumonia."
"And you are," Ranma asked, distracted.
"Oh, I'm Commander Dodge, formerly US Navy; the Wild Stallion's executive officer."
Ranma's eyebrow raised in a classic Spock maneuver. "You're the ‘Commander Dodge' with the tattoo...?"
"Yes sir, I'm that Commander Dodge," he replied. "I see Admiral Winslow's been talking about me again."
The Jedi chuckled. "The Force works in mysterious ways, Commander. I assume that you are taking command of the ship?"
"Yes sir, as part of my official duties," Dodge replied. "General, I've been looking over the plans, and I have a suggestion that should give us an edge we need."
"Go ahead."
"Well sir, these ships used to belong to the Imperial Navy before they were...acquired, right?" Ranma nodded. "Then our ships still have the Imperial transponder codes assigned to them, or at least the ability to mimic a standard Imperial code."
"And we slip in, open fire on them, and sow more confusion. I like it, but I need to think about it, Commander." Ranma smirked. "For now, contact the task force, and advise them to reactivate their Imperial transponders, and encode their EDF frequencies on a classified channel that Communications will provide."
"Yes sir..." CDR Dodge was interrupted by the intercom. "General quarters, general quarters, all hands to battlestations. Unidentified vessel has just appeared off our starboard bow. General quarters, general quarters; this is not a drill.
"General Lim and Commander Dodge to the bridge please."
"That sounds like our cue, Commander," Ranma said, as he stood and headed for the hatch.
"Status," Commander Dodge called, as he walked onto the bridge of the Star Destroyer.
"Commander, the unidentified ship is holding station 10 thousand kilometers off our port bow. Battlestations are manned and ready; Condition One set throughout the ship. The Ling and Scorpion are holding station off the intruder, at 5 thousand kilometers."
Ranma looked through the bridge viewports. "Do we have any visuals?"
"Yes, General," the duty officer replied. A monitor lit up, showing a truly alien looking ship. Both bow elevation and plan view showed the hull curving in on itself. "Data feed is coming from the Ling, sir."
"Hm...have there been any attempts at communications?"
"No sir."
"Is it possible their communications systems are incompatible with ours?"
"It would explain a great many things," Ranma pontificated.
Dodge looked at the Aerospace Operations officer. "Signal the flight deck. Launch the ready five for a fly-by."
"Aye sir." A few moments later, a quartet of Y-wings came arcing up over the starboard side of the Star Destroyer and accelerated towards the unidentified ship.
"Stallion, this is Red Arrow One, we're making our approach run on the target. Hull looks like its bore the brunt of an Imperial attack; it's carbon-scored and penetrated in a few locations. No discernable weapons ports or sublight engines. Sensor readings indicate that there is life support operational, and a handful of lifesigns, but the readings are inconsistent."
Dodge hit a communications stud. "Affirmative, Red Arrow One; we'll come alongside and bring it into the bay. Stallion Actual, out." Releasing the stud, he looked down in the command pit. "Helm, bring us alongside. Ready tractor beams. Communications, have medical personnel report to the hangar."
"Aye sir." The Star Destroyer slowly moved towards the much smaller ship, and halted a few hundred meters from it. Tractor beams locked on and dragged the unidentified ship into the main hangar bay. Marines and Republic troops took station around the ship, as a preventative measure.
Engineers spliced into the controls for the airlock, and as it slid open, a body fell out. The upswept eyebrows, pale skin with a very subtle greenish tinge to it, and the pointed ears all pointed towards a campy 1960s science-fiction series that spawned five spinoff series and 11 movies. One of the human medics, from Earth, looked at the body. "This one's dead," he said, after noting the green lines of lividity. "Holy gawd, Roddenberry was right. Vulcans do exist."
"You'd think that after meeting us, you'd remember that you're not all alone in the night," his compatriot from Coruscant jibed. One of the surviving occupants stepped awkwardly into light. Her robes would have been immaculate, had they not been streaked with smoke. The marines near the airlock tensed. "Oh boy, we've got ourselves a First Contact."
She raised her right hand, giving the salute. "This is an Earth ship," she asked. Her voice had a cultured English accent.
"In a roundabout way, ma'am," the Earth medic replied.
"Fascinating. I am T'Mir, captain of the T'Ever. Please take me to your leader."