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The Galaxy Police concept belongs to the creators of Tenchi Muyo!

Fu-Xing  and other original characters were created by me.

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    Fu-Xing Kawasaki:

    "Training: Part 1"

    "*WHAT*?!" Fu-Xing nearly fell over and managed to spray the broth from
    the soup he was eating onto his dining companions.
    "Watch it!"
    "Sorry." he replied. "You're not serious."
    "Its true."
    "Someone robbed *US*?" Fu-Xing blinked.
    "What's with the `us' bit? You're just a trainee."
    "But I'm *going* to be an operative one day." Fu-Xing insisted. "My
    father..."
    "Having a relative who was in the Galaxy Police doesn't mean you'll
    be joining the ranks."
    "That's not what I've heard." Fu-Xing remarked. "In fact, many of the
    officers and detectives I've spoken to say that Mihoshi..."
    Saarnd, who had just arrived cleared his throat..
    Fu-Xing fell silent. He wasn't happy about it, but there was really
    not a lot he could do.

    ***

    "Hey! Bat-face!"
    Fu-Xing turned toward his tormentor, but showed no sign of playing 
    the tormentee.

    "I'm surprised you know what my face looks like, considering your
    head is always up your ass." He replied, with a measured casualness
    in his voice.

    "Why you...!" the Thurnian trainee leaped on the Draalthese (well, 
    half-Draalthi/half-human ... but only a blood test would show that) 
    trainee.

    Fu-Xing tried to get out of the way but he wasn't quite fast enough
    and the Thurnian soon had him pinned. He writhed beneath the other
    cadet and eventually managed to get one hand free, he couldn't do much,
    but he had an idea.

    "Who changes your litter box?" He taunted.

    The Thurnian growled and turned his head, his hair coming into contact
    with Fu-Xing's free hand. Fu-Xing grabbed it and yanked as hard as he
    could. The Thurnian arched upward in pain. In that instant, Fu-Xing
    started to wriggle free, only to have his own hair yanked back and his
    muzzle slammed violently into the floor. Pain shot through his muzzle
    like fire through a dry forest. He was sure he'd heard one of the bones
    breaking.

    "ENOUGH!" A commanding voice shouted.

    The Thurnian and Draalthi both spun their heads around and looked very
    surprised.

    Grand Marshall Saarnd was standing in the doorway with a most displeased
    look on his leonine face.

    *******

    Two very despondent cadets stood in the office of Grand Marshall Saarnd,
    their eyes cast down in shame, while Saarnd read them the riot act.

    "What is the matter with you two?! You are Galaxy Police trainees, *NOT*
    amateur wrestlers! I could not believe what I saw in that room! Two 
    Galaxy Police Academy cadets *FIGHTING*! What have you got to say for
    yourselves?"

    "He started it!" Fu-Xing snarled. "He called me..."

    "I don't care what he called you!" Saarnd growled at him.

    "I figured you'd side with your own kind." Fu-Xing complained.

    Saarnd glared at him. "Out of this office." He snarled. "I will speak
    with you privately when I'm through with Cadet..."

    "Arza, sir." the Thurnian replied.

    Saarnd's eyes narrowed as he peered at the Thurnian cadet. "Did I give
    you permission to speak?"

    "No, sir."

    "Then don't."

    Fu-Xing walked out, slamming the door as he left.

    ****


    The soft glow of the candles woke Fu-Xing's bunkmate and he climbed
    out of bed to see what was going on.

    At the foot of the bunk, Fu-Xing had constructed a makeshift altar,
    placing upon it candles, offerings of various kind, and pictures of
    his family including a new one of Trakal he'd been given by Saarnd.

    Fu-Xing sat in meditation before the altar, three joss sticks in
    each hand and prayed silently. He prayed to his mother, though he
    never knew her, wishing her well; to his great-grandmother for some
    of her old-fashioned homespun good advice and, as was the custom to
    wish her happiness in the afterlife, since she was one of the recently
    departed; and to his father, Trakal, for guidance, since Trakal himself
    had been one of these Galaxy Police once.