Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Soldier, Sailor, Jedi, Sith ❯ Chapter 16 ( Chapter 17 )
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Ranma stood near the holotable, watching the battle. Icons representing the highly modified Abrams, Challengers, Leopards, T-80s, and Type 90s of the ground forces led the vanguard of mechanized infantry towards their Imperial counterparts. The concept of replacing the standard fossil fuel powerplant with a fusion power cell and drive system resulted in armor with more capabilities than their older counterparts. Fuel tanks were replaced with life-support equipment, allowing the armored vehicles to work on a variety of atmospheres. There was still a sufficient excess of power to adapt shipboard turbolasers for the main cannon. The original manufacturers were busy designing in repulsorlift and shield generators into the later variants.
Icons indication surviving Imperial turbolasers would appear as they revealed themselves by opened fire, only to be immediately draw counterbattery fire from either the supporting warships or the modified self-propelled artillery they brought with them. "The Imperial army still seems to think that swarm tactics work," he noted, as Y-wing icons swarmed over several battalion-sized formations. "I wonder how long it'll take them to realize that it doesn't. Especially with a dearth of air cover." Between their nose-mounted laser cannons and conventional bombs released from external bomb racks, Imperial Army formations ceased to exist. Even the universally feared AT-ATs, with their heavy armor and firepower, were no match for the combination of aerial dominance over the battlefield, orbital fire support, and warship-grade weaponry mounted on ground vehicles. Only stormtrooper battalions had marginally better survival rates against the air attacks.
"General, we're getting reports of partisan attacks against Imperial forces; the Imperial prisoners have reported supply columns bombed, outlying garrisons attacked, and the sniping of senior ranks."
"Captain T'Mir?"
The Vulcan captain looked at the Jedi. "I would surmise that members of the High Command and Defense Forces were able to escape the initial onslaught, and escaped to outlying areas, to begin a guerilla campaign against the invader."
"There by making the occupation of the planet difficult, if not impossible, for the invaders. I've done it myself during the Clone Wars, against the Separatist Forces, and again in the early days of the Empire, on those planets that wanted to remain free. I think we'd better stave off any potential mistakes, before they happen." Ranma turned to the communications officer. "Mr. Merrik, signal the Serenity Dominant, and...diplomatically request young Queen Serenity's presence on the Wild Stallion."
"Yes sir."
The Jedi Master turned back to the Vulcan captain. "I'm sorry to do this, Captain."
"Why do you say that, General?"
"Queen Serenity is...enthusiastic, especially when it comes to making new friends. Extremely enthusiastic."
"Should we be afraid?" T'Mir asked, a delicate eyebrow arching upward.
"Depends on your tolerance to syrupy sweetness," Ranma replied. "You're not a diabetic, are you?"
T'Mir chuckled. "It shouldn't be too difficult. Although, if she is as ‘cheerful' as you say she is, the partisans may not want to join."
"We can only hope that she can restrain her enthusiasm." Ranma turned back to the communications officer. "Mr. Merrik, have Her Majesty's shuttle dock in the main hangar bay; Marines to report for honor guard detail.
"Commander Dodge?"
"Yes General?"
"I'll be in the hangar with Captain T'Mir."
"Yes General. Shall we have your wife come down as well?"
Ranma smirked. "No. As much as that might keep Usagi quiet, I believe she has other things to do. Also, Commander you're out of uniform. I'm promoting you to the rank of ‘Captain', effective immediately. Meet us in the main hangar deck."
"Yes sir."
Ranma and Captain T'Mir were awaiting Usagi's arrival in the main hangar deck. Creating an aisle near where Serenity's shuttle would land, stood the EarthForce troops assigned to the Wild Stallion II. Marines, armored cavalry troops, and a few pilots and ship's company that could be spared stood in company formations, facing each other. The Lambda-class shuttle could be seen through the atmospheric containment shield, approaching the Imperator's main docking and hangar bay; a quartet of X-wings flying security, in case any of the TIE fighters that hadn't fled with the Imperial fleet, or surrendered, caused trouble.
The loudspeaker squawked to life. "Lunar One on final approach." The shuttle's wings folded up, as the craft neared the massive opening. At an unheard command, the compliment of EarthForce personnel snapped to attention as the shuttle's main gear touched the polished black deck of the flagship's hangar. As clouds of steam vented, the main gangway lowered and a bosun's mate sounded her pipe, the shrill tones echoing through the cavernous bay.
And a ball of energy, known to the fleet personnel as Queen Serenity XVI, and to the high command as Usagi, came running down the gangway. "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii," she called, ruining the solemnity of the moment. Of course, all it took was one former Sailor Suited fighter for Love and Justice placing her foot wrong. The Light Side of the Force was taking a much need breather up at Toltir's, so Ranma was left without warning. The two of them hit, and with Ranma overbalanced, the two of them landed on the deck.
Most of the assembled company looked at the sight of Usagi's head in the Jedi's crotch, and kept silent. Except for some wise guy from Nerima's Furinkan district. "Damn, I wish I was the General," he said, as Ranma's eyes crossed. "I wouldn't be surprised if women always had that effect on him."
"What, making his eyes go crossed like that?" His friend, incidentally also from Nerima, asked.
"You know, now that you mention it, Hiroshi, I've seen Lady Pluto do that to him also. But it's almost like the Force leaves the General, letting them catch him unawares like that."
"Oh, why are we saddled with such an easily beleaguered general," Hiroshi asked.
Unfortunately, Ranma's excellent hearing, coupled with the Force returning to him, happened to overhear the two computer techs from Nerima. A memory from Ranma's youth as a Saotome wormed its way up from the depths. He fixed the two Japanese crewmembers with a look, and cleared his throat. "You two wouldn't happen to be related to a ‘Genma Saotome' would you?" After assuming command of the EDF, Ranma did a search on his wayward Terran father, and was not amused with what he had found: Multiple warrants for his arrest, multiple arranged marriages, and multiple debts in the name of "Ranma Saotome".
"No sir," Hiroshi and Daisuke said together, as one's went for their crotch, and the other the collar of their uniform. "Please, no!" Their crewmates began sliding away from the perverted duo.
Propping himself up with one hand, he shook his head. "You needn't worry. I'm not Darth Vader. Or Dark Helmet. My punishment will be much more...entertaining."
"Gulp." Even Captains T'Mir and Dodge winced at that.
Usagi choose this moment to open her mouth. "Yph ifph Mffph!"
"What did she say? No, wait. On second thought, I'd rather not know," the Jedi said, before muttering: "Setsuna's going to kill me if she finds out."
The Queen of the Moon picked her head up out of the Jedi's lap. "What was that all about? I just tripped."
"Never you mind, Your Majesty," Ranma said, helping her up. "You'll find out when you're older."
Usagi missed the innuendo, of course. "Wow, Ranma, that was some battle. Are all of them going to be like that? I hope not, because I'd rather open friendly relations with the Empire, but if they're going to be meanies about everything, then I guess we'll just have to fight it out for love and justice."
She noticed Vulcan captain standing near the Jedi Master. "Hi, I guess you're Captain T'Mir. I'm really glad we were able to help you out, and liberate your planet. I hope our systems can be friends, or maybe even allies. Come on; let's go talk to your people on the ground."
Dodge couldn't help keep a smile off his face, as Usagi literally dragged T'Mir off to the turbolifts. "Thank God, that's not me," he muttered. "Commander Serith, you may dismiss the troops."
"Aye, aye Captain," the ship's new first officer replied. "Company, dismissed!"
00000
Setsuna had teleported off the ship prior to Usagi's arrival, and was sitting in front of the doughnut-shaped Gates of Time. "Oh kami, I feel sorry for my husband," she said, watching the proceedings through the mist-filled hole. Laughter, though, bubbled up from Senshi of Time. "Well...maybe that could explain Usa's pink hair. Ranma's mother, after all, is a redhead."
"As well as you should, Guardian Pluto," the semi-sentient machine replied. "However, there will be a better outcome if Usagi negotiates rather than if Ranma attempted to negotiate by himself. Your husband has, on several occasions admitted that he was not the negotiator his brother was.
"Be that as it may, your husband's fleet will provide much needed support in 2029, when Near Earth Asteroid 99942, or as NASA has dubbed it ‘Apophis', approaches the keyhole, which would have resulted in an impact in 2036." The image in the center of the Gates changed to show Imperator Star Destroyers and Terran-built battleships closing on the "Doomsday" asteroid. Tractor beams latched on to the asteroid, and the mile long warships began slowing the chunk of debris from the herald of the end of the line of Serenity: the destruction of Nemesis. The reverse counterthrust from the six Imperators effectively gave the large chunk of detritus a new orbit. "The impact of Apophis would have resulted in immediate regional devastation where it would impact. However, the long term effects would have been more catastrophic. I have calculated exactly where the impact would have occurred, and the results are not good. They are, in fact, downright apocalyptic." The imagery within the central hole of the monolith changed to a satellite image of North America, before zooming in on the northwest corner of Wyoming.
"The Yellowstone supervolcano," Setsuna said, with a shudder.
"That would have been the cause of the Great Ice, Guardian Pluto; and is in all other timelines. The climatic change alone would devastate most of the world. The North American continent would have been rendered uninhabitable from the Rocky Mountains east from the ash. Northern Europe would be hurtled into conditions not seen since the last Ice Age. Glaciers that have been in retreat would begin to reform, choking pasture and meadow. Even being in the Southern Hemisphere would be no guarantee to escape from ejecta hurled into the stratosphere, and the cooling of the planet. The projected 5 to ten degree decrease in the Earth's average temperature would actually trigger the next Ice Age." The imagery changed again, showing a world wreathed in ash and volcanic dust, rendered in time lapse from impact to eruption to total cloud cover. The clouds of ash began to diminish, showing large ice sheets covering much of the Northern and Southern Hemisphere, with the band of habitable land between the Tropics of Cancer and Capricorn. "Mankind would be starting over, virtually from scratch. The technological gains that have been created over the past six millennia would be lost to the Ages; Plato's story of Atlantis come true. By bringing in a fleet of warships from the Galactic Empire, you and your husband will have invalidated this future."
"Well, at least we can be thankful for small things. What about the possibility of the Empire attacking Earth?"
"There is always that possibility, Guardian Pluto," the monolith replied, in its evenly modulated baritone. "However, the odds of that actually occurring are decreasing daily. But the odds are not zero, and these future events may yet come to pass."
"So the future that prompted us to change the past is minimal, then."
"That would be a logical assumption. However, contingency plans should be effected, so that any surprise is a pleasant one." Setsuna snorted, before teleporting back to the Wild Stallion. "Once again, I get the last word in."
00000
Ranma had excused himself from the meeting, allowing Usagi to shine as the Ambassador for the Sol System, and returned to his quarters. "Nice trick," he said as Setsuna appeared in the suite's common room.
"You've seen me do it before, anata," she countered.
"And it's still a neat trick," he replied.
"So how are the negotiations going?"
"If they don't kill Usagi, I think they're going to sign up with us in formal alliance."
"That's good news," Setsuna said, as she and Ranma sat down on the couch and cuddled.
"You're preoccupied," he said, feeling her agitation through the Force.
"I just saw the destruction of the Earth."
"What happened," Ranma asked.
"A 400m wide asteroid, nicknamed Apophis, slams into the Yellowstone supervolcano in 2036. The resulting eruption led to the next Ice Age," she said. "I also saw what happened if we win this war. EarthForce is able to prevent it from happening."
"So we need to win this war," Ranma said with finality.
"Yes, we do," his wife replied. "And for that, we'll need allies..."
The alarm klaxons began resonating, and the XO's voice came over the loudspeakers. "Action stations, action stations. Set Condition One. This is not a drill."
Ranma untangled himself from his wife, moved over to the desk, and hit the intercom stud. "Bridge, this is General Lim. What's going on up there?"
"General, we have an unidentified contact at bearing 35 mark 183. The ship has just dropped out of FTL drive, and is on an intercept course with the flagship," Captain Dodge said. "Tactical reports that the vessel does not conform to any known Vulcan, Republic or Imperial designs. Ships are moving to intercept, General."
Icons indication surviving Imperial turbolasers would appear as they revealed themselves by opened fire, only to be immediately draw counterbattery fire from either the supporting warships or the modified self-propelled artillery they brought with them. "The Imperial army still seems to think that swarm tactics work," he noted, as Y-wing icons swarmed over several battalion-sized formations. "I wonder how long it'll take them to realize that it doesn't. Especially with a dearth of air cover." Between their nose-mounted laser cannons and conventional bombs released from external bomb racks, Imperial Army formations ceased to exist. Even the universally feared AT-ATs, with their heavy armor and firepower, were no match for the combination of aerial dominance over the battlefield, orbital fire support, and warship-grade weaponry mounted on ground vehicles. Only stormtrooper battalions had marginally better survival rates against the air attacks.
"General, we're getting reports of partisan attacks against Imperial forces; the Imperial prisoners have reported supply columns bombed, outlying garrisons attacked, and the sniping of senior ranks."
"Captain T'Mir?"
The Vulcan captain looked at the Jedi. "I would surmise that members of the High Command and Defense Forces were able to escape the initial onslaught, and escaped to outlying areas, to begin a guerilla campaign against the invader."
"There by making the occupation of the planet difficult, if not impossible, for the invaders. I've done it myself during the Clone Wars, against the Separatist Forces, and again in the early days of the Empire, on those planets that wanted to remain free. I think we'd better stave off any potential mistakes, before they happen." Ranma turned to the communications officer. "Mr. Merrik, signal the Serenity Dominant, and...diplomatically request young Queen Serenity's presence on the Wild Stallion."
"Yes sir."
The Jedi Master turned back to the Vulcan captain. "I'm sorry to do this, Captain."
"Why do you say that, General?"
"Queen Serenity is...enthusiastic, especially when it comes to making new friends. Extremely enthusiastic."
"Should we be afraid?" T'Mir asked, a delicate eyebrow arching upward.
"Depends on your tolerance to syrupy sweetness," Ranma replied. "You're not a diabetic, are you?"
T'Mir chuckled. "It shouldn't be too difficult. Although, if she is as ‘cheerful' as you say she is, the partisans may not want to join."
"We can only hope that she can restrain her enthusiasm." Ranma turned back to the communications officer. "Mr. Merrik, have Her Majesty's shuttle dock in the main hangar bay; Marines to report for honor guard detail.
"Commander Dodge?"
"Yes General?"
"I'll be in the hangar with Captain T'Mir."
"Yes General. Shall we have your wife come down as well?"
Ranma smirked. "No. As much as that might keep Usagi quiet, I believe she has other things to do. Also, Commander you're out of uniform. I'm promoting you to the rank of ‘Captain', effective immediately. Meet us in the main hangar deck."
"Yes sir."
Ranma and Captain T'Mir were awaiting Usagi's arrival in the main hangar deck. Creating an aisle near where Serenity's shuttle would land, stood the EarthForce troops assigned to the Wild Stallion II. Marines, armored cavalry troops, and a few pilots and ship's company that could be spared stood in company formations, facing each other. The Lambda-class shuttle could be seen through the atmospheric containment shield, approaching the Imperator's main docking and hangar bay; a quartet of X-wings flying security, in case any of the TIE fighters that hadn't fled with the Imperial fleet, or surrendered, caused trouble.
The loudspeaker squawked to life. "Lunar One on final approach." The shuttle's wings folded up, as the craft neared the massive opening. At an unheard command, the compliment of EarthForce personnel snapped to attention as the shuttle's main gear touched the polished black deck of the flagship's hangar. As clouds of steam vented, the main gangway lowered and a bosun's mate sounded her pipe, the shrill tones echoing through the cavernous bay.
And a ball of energy, known to the fleet personnel as Queen Serenity XVI, and to the high command as Usagi, came running down the gangway. "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii," she called, ruining the solemnity of the moment. Of course, all it took was one former Sailor Suited fighter for Love and Justice placing her foot wrong. The Light Side of the Force was taking a much need breather up at Toltir's, so Ranma was left without warning. The two of them hit, and with Ranma overbalanced, the two of them landed on the deck.
Most of the assembled company looked at the sight of Usagi's head in the Jedi's crotch, and kept silent. Except for some wise guy from Nerima's Furinkan district. "Damn, I wish I was the General," he said, as Ranma's eyes crossed. "I wouldn't be surprised if women always had that effect on him."
"What, making his eyes go crossed like that?" His friend, incidentally also from Nerima, asked.
"You know, now that you mention it, Hiroshi, I've seen Lady Pluto do that to him also. But it's almost like the Force leaves the General, letting them catch him unawares like that."
"Oh, why are we saddled with such an easily beleaguered general," Hiroshi asked.
Unfortunately, Ranma's excellent hearing, coupled with the Force returning to him, happened to overhear the two computer techs from Nerima. A memory from Ranma's youth as a Saotome wormed its way up from the depths. He fixed the two Japanese crewmembers with a look, and cleared his throat. "You two wouldn't happen to be related to a ‘Genma Saotome' would you?" After assuming command of the EDF, Ranma did a search on his wayward Terran father, and was not amused with what he had found: Multiple warrants for his arrest, multiple arranged marriages, and multiple debts in the name of "Ranma Saotome".
"No sir," Hiroshi and Daisuke said together, as one's went for their crotch, and the other the collar of their uniform. "Please, no!" Their crewmates began sliding away from the perverted duo.
Propping himself up with one hand, he shook his head. "You needn't worry. I'm not Darth Vader. Or Dark Helmet. My punishment will be much more...entertaining."
"Gulp." Even Captains T'Mir and Dodge winced at that.
Usagi choose this moment to open her mouth. "Yph ifph Mffph!"
"What did she say? No, wait. On second thought, I'd rather not know," the Jedi said, before muttering: "Setsuna's going to kill me if she finds out."
The Queen of the Moon picked her head up out of the Jedi's lap. "What was that all about? I just tripped."
"Never you mind, Your Majesty," Ranma said, helping her up. "You'll find out when you're older."
Usagi missed the innuendo, of course. "Wow, Ranma, that was some battle. Are all of them going to be like that? I hope not, because I'd rather open friendly relations with the Empire, but if they're going to be meanies about everything, then I guess we'll just have to fight it out for love and justice."
She noticed Vulcan captain standing near the Jedi Master. "Hi, I guess you're Captain T'Mir. I'm really glad we were able to help you out, and liberate your planet. I hope our systems can be friends, or maybe even allies. Come on; let's go talk to your people on the ground."
Dodge couldn't help keep a smile off his face, as Usagi literally dragged T'Mir off to the turbolifts. "Thank God, that's not me," he muttered. "Commander Serith, you may dismiss the troops."
"Aye, aye Captain," the ship's new first officer replied. "Company, dismissed!"
00000
Setsuna had teleported off the ship prior to Usagi's arrival, and was sitting in front of the doughnut-shaped Gates of Time. "Oh kami, I feel sorry for my husband," she said, watching the proceedings through the mist-filled hole. Laughter, though, bubbled up from Senshi of Time. "Well...maybe that could explain Usa's pink hair. Ranma's mother, after all, is a redhead."
"As well as you should, Guardian Pluto," the semi-sentient machine replied. "However, there will be a better outcome if Usagi negotiates rather than if Ranma attempted to negotiate by himself. Your husband has, on several occasions admitted that he was not the negotiator his brother was.
"Be that as it may, your husband's fleet will provide much needed support in 2029, when Near Earth Asteroid 99942, or as NASA has dubbed it ‘Apophis', approaches the keyhole, which would have resulted in an impact in 2036." The image in the center of the Gates changed to show Imperator Star Destroyers and Terran-built battleships closing on the "Doomsday" asteroid. Tractor beams latched on to the asteroid, and the mile long warships began slowing the chunk of debris from the herald of the end of the line of Serenity: the destruction of Nemesis. The reverse counterthrust from the six Imperators effectively gave the large chunk of detritus a new orbit. "The impact of Apophis would have resulted in immediate regional devastation where it would impact. However, the long term effects would have been more catastrophic. I have calculated exactly where the impact would have occurred, and the results are not good. They are, in fact, downright apocalyptic." The imagery within the central hole of the monolith changed to a satellite image of North America, before zooming in on the northwest corner of Wyoming.
"The Yellowstone supervolcano," Setsuna said, with a shudder.
"That would have been the cause of the Great Ice, Guardian Pluto; and is in all other timelines. The climatic change alone would devastate most of the world. The North American continent would have been rendered uninhabitable from the Rocky Mountains east from the ash. Northern Europe would be hurtled into conditions not seen since the last Ice Age. Glaciers that have been in retreat would begin to reform, choking pasture and meadow. Even being in the Southern Hemisphere would be no guarantee to escape from ejecta hurled into the stratosphere, and the cooling of the planet. The projected 5 to ten degree decrease in the Earth's average temperature would actually trigger the next Ice Age." The imagery changed again, showing a world wreathed in ash and volcanic dust, rendered in time lapse from impact to eruption to total cloud cover. The clouds of ash began to diminish, showing large ice sheets covering much of the Northern and Southern Hemisphere, with the band of habitable land between the Tropics of Cancer and Capricorn. "Mankind would be starting over, virtually from scratch. The technological gains that have been created over the past six millennia would be lost to the Ages; Plato's story of Atlantis come true. By bringing in a fleet of warships from the Galactic Empire, you and your husband will have invalidated this future."
"Well, at least we can be thankful for small things. What about the possibility of the Empire attacking Earth?"
"There is always that possibility, Guardian Pluto," the monolith replied, in its evenly modulated baritone. "However, the odds of that actually occurring are decreasing daily. But the odds are not zero, and these future events may yet come to pass."
"So the future that prompted us to change the past is minimal, then."
"That would be a logical assumption. However, contingency plans should be effected, so that any surprise is a pleasant one." Setsuna snorted, before teleporting back to the Wild Stallion. "Once again, I get the last word in."
00000
Ranma had excused himself from the meeting, allowing Usagi to shine as the Ambassador for the Sol System, and returned to his quarters. "Nice trick," he said as Setsuna appeared in the suite's common room.
"You've seen me do it before, anata," she countered.
"And it's still a neat trick," he replied.
"So how are the negotiations going?"
"If they don't kill Usagi, I think they're going to sign up with us in formal alliance."
"That's good news," Setsuna said, as she and Ranma sat down on the couch and cuddled.
"You're preoccupied," he said, feeling her agitation through the Force.
"I just saw the destruction of the Earth."
"What happened," Ranma asked.
"A 400m wide asteroid, nicknamed Apophis, slams into the Yellowstone supervolcano in 2036. The resulting eruption led to the next Ice Age," she said. "I also saw what happened if we win this war. EarthForce is able to prevent it from happening."
"So we need to win this war," Ranma said with finality.
"Yes, we do," his wife replied. "And for that, we'll need allies..."
The alarm klaxons began resonating, and the XO's voice came over the loudspeakers. "Action stations, action stations. Set Condition One. This is not a drill."
Ranma untangled himself from his wife, moved over to the desk, and hit the intercom stud. "Bridge, this is General Lim. What's going on up there?"
"General, we have an unidentified contact at bearing 35 mark 183. The ship has just dropped out of FTL drive, and is on an intercept course with the flagship," Captain Dodge said. "Tactical reports that the vessel does not conform to any known Vulcan, Republic or Imperial designs. Ships are moving to intercept, General."