At 16:41 13/07/97 -0700, J. Austin Wilde and Bridget Ellen Engman wrote:
Krista Perry wrote:
White Wolf wrote:
Ranma should be Ran Solo, and Ryoga should be Ryoga Lostwalker. That way,
Akane ends up with Ranma.
That was total miscasting.
Ran Solo and Ryoga Lostwalker... Heh heh! Perfect for a R1/2-Star Wars
x-over! Do you know if it's been done, or are you volunteering? ^_-
It's been done Krista dear. If Ranchan would please come out of his hole
and finish it, we'd be happy to post it. I do remember posting a couple
side stories for it a few months back when it looked like the main story
was going to be ready... *sigh* In them you'll find Kasumi Antilles,
Azusa Fett, Oni Wan Tofu, Gen-baka and more.
Allright, allright, allright. Sorry, I just got into a car accident and
have been working alot lately. I'll get to work on it right away and will
do my damndest to have it done for the one year anniversary of it's
beginning. And for those of you salivating for a sneak peak here you go.
-=-
Not so long ago, in a galaxy of our own devising......
It is a period of civil war.
Rebel spaceships, striking
from a hidden base, have won
their first victory against
the evil Galactic Hentpire.
During the battle, rebel
spies managed to steal secret
plans to the Hentpire's ultimate
weapon, the Breast Star,
(they also got away with a
load of the Hentperor's private
stash of panties. That ticked
him off to no end.) an armored
space station with enough power
to destroy an entire planet, and
it also just happens to look like
a large breast for no particular
reason other than it was the hentai
thing to do.
Pursued by the Hentpire's most
sinister agents, Princess Akane
races home aboard her starship,
custodian of the stolen plans that
can save her people and restore
freedom and females' underwear
to the galaxy...she also
managed to get her panties back...
Space. Something that can be said about it is there sure is a lot
of it.
Tatooine. It is said that if there is a bright centre to the
universe this is the planet it is furthest from. From space it seems
a nice world. But a quick check would show the desolate landscape of a
desert planet. Orbiting the twin suns G1 and G2, it is a very unassuming
piece of real estate. Who knew this would be the site of events that
would change the course of the galaxy.
The serene stillness of the great void was compromised when a large
ship, a blockade runner, blasted over the horizon of Tatooine.
Laser blasts showered the beat-up hull of the ship as it feebly
attempted to evade its pursuer. The blockade runner flew for all it
was worth, its thrust nozzles flaring red. It fired back on its
pursuer, yet it did not seem to have any effect. Finally the pursuing
ship came into view.
At first glance one would not take this ship as a threat.
Its mere design sparked more laughter then it did fear. The ship
could only be described as...a flying panty.
The Hentperial Panty Raider blasted away at the Blockade Runner.
While the Runner's blasts simply deflected off the Raider's forward
shielding, its own shots tore through the hull of the Runner. As the
exchange continued, one of the Raider's shots caught the Runner
amidships, causing a massive explosion.
Two droids on the ship could be seen attempting to retain their
balance. These were not ordinary droids, they were of a new breed
made to look and act human. One of the two could be described as a
male, tall who had midback length black hair and brilliant green eyes.
His attire consisted of white robes. His companion was decidedly female,
she also had midback length hair, however hers was a shade of blue/purple.
She wore snug fitting clothes, which gave ample view of her well endowed
form.
As the ship was pummeled it became harder for the two droids to
remain upright. Troops aboard the beleaguered ship ran to secure
positions as they prepared for boarding. Suddenly a very violent
explosion rocked the ship.
"Did you hear that?" Mousse-3PO said to his counterpart.
"They've shut down the main reactor. We'll be destroyed for sure.
But at least I will go to my maker with you by my side Shampoo."
At this point he attempted to glomp his counterpart, but was beaten
back by an energy bonbori which crashed into the side of his head.
"Silly Mousse, we not dead yet," Shampoo Deetoo said as she dragged
the dazed malfunctioning form of her counterpart along. Troops continued
to take up positions as they readied for the inevitable boarding. They
would be up against lightning troopers, the best the Hentpire had to
throw at them. They took up their positions with a grim determination.
They would not go down easily.
"We're doomed," M-3PO said in a resigned tone "There'll be no
escape for the princess this time... but at least I have you." Again he
attempted to glomp onto Shampoo only to be beaten back by an elbow to the
jaw.
A strange metallic clanking sound resounded through the ship.
"What's that?" queried Mousse.
All of the rebel soldiers heard it as well. They knew what it was.
The runner was caught in the unrelenting grip of the Raider's tractor
beam and was being pulled into its massive docking bay. The sound heard
was the strain of the ship as it attempted to break free. It was failing.
The soldiers continued to look around until the sound was gone. An eerie
silence hung over the ship. The rebels knew what came next and aimed
their weapons at the airlock. There was a loud hissing sound from behind
the airlock before the door was engulfed in flame as it was being cut
through.
The door was blasted inwards and the sound was that of a thunder bolt.
It was at this point that all hell broke loose. From the now missing
door laser blasts erupted forth in a torrent. The rebels began to fire
back as the first lightning troopers stepped through the portal. The
corridor was completely engulfed in smoke. The lighting troopers
filed in wearing their all too well known armour.
Their armour was pure white and of a samurai heritage, they wore
samurai style helmets and skull like masks to cover their faces. As the
first of the lightning troopers muscled their way in they were cut down
easily by the rebels, but more and more piled out of the airlock to
replace them. They began to overwhelm the rebels within moments.
Seeing that it would be foolish to try to hold back the influx of
enemies, the remaining rebels began to retreat from the corridor. The
lightning troopers doggedly pursued their quarry. As they rounded a
corner the troopers hit a wall of rebels. The two sides began to
exchange fire across the corridor at each other.
Shampoo Deetoo and Mousse-3PO had their own problems.
They needed to get across the passageway, and dozens of laser
bolts screamed back and forth in front of them. The Hentpirials
didn't have enough troops to force the rebels back, and so it looked
like the firefight would last awhile.
"Fear not my lovely Shampoo," Mousse announced as they
huddled together in a doorway. "I shall protect you."
"Shampoo not need stupid Mousse's help," Shampoo replied.
"Shampoo get us out of mess herself."
With that she strutted out into the middle of the passageway and
bared her chest for Hentperial and Rebel alike. The shooting was
replaced by wolf-whistles and cat-calls. She smiled sweetly for them
and then scampered across to the other side, dragging Mousse
with her.
"Men *soooo* predictable," Shampoo said with a feline grin.
Without Shampoo Deetoo to ogle over, the two sides remembered
what they were supposed to be doing, and got back to the business
of frying each other with laser fire.
A stray bolt exploded between Mousse and Shampoo cutting
them off from the other. Mousse's photoreceptors, never very
efficient on a good day, blurred enough for him to miss Shampoo
ducking down a side passage.
"Oh Shampoo!" He cried mournfully. "Where are you?"
Shampoo was busy creeping down the passageway and making
a point to ignore M-3PO's pathetic cries. At one point his whiney
declaration of eternal love irritated her so much that she closed her
eyes in anger and processed different ways to disassemble him.
-=-
There, that oughta hold you.
Ja ne!!
Ranchan
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