Disclaimer:  G.I. Joe and Ranma � are most definitely
not mine.  Wish I could claim otherwise though.. 

Timeline: 
G.I. Joe is around five months before the events in
G.I. Joe the Movie.  It has been a year and a half
ever since the episodes of Arise Serpentor Arise took
place.  

Ranma � is three weeks after Ranma�s battle with
Saffron.  

The year is 1987

A G.I. Joe/Ranma � Crossover 
Crossing the Line
By Darksoar

Prologue:
	
The office of General Clayton Abernathy was filled
with some of the higher ranked officers in G.I. Joe; a
special mission force first assembled by General Flagg
in the late 1970s to protect America from threats to
freedom.  They were in discussion about the lack of
recent action by Cobra, a terrorist organization bent
on world domination.  G.I. Joe had already prevented
nearly a hundred of Cobra�s plans trying to do so.   

�It�s been a while since we�ve heard from Cobra,
hasn�t it?�   

�Yes sir, General Hawk.  Though I�m glad for the
break, I�ve got a gut feeling that they�re building up
for something big.� 

Hawk grimaced, and it wasn�t from the bitter tasting
coffee.  Taking a sip, he replied, �That�s what
bothers me the most.  Duke,� he said, turning to G.I.
Joe�s first sergeant, �has Mainframe or Dial Tone
intercepted any information that could give us a clue
on what Cobra might be up to this time?� 

Duke crossed his arms over his chest, frowning in
concentration.  He was one of the Joes� earliest
officers, having been enlisted in the mid 70�s.  �No
sir, I haven�t heard anything from them.  Do you want
me to get them to check back with me on a daily basis,
General Hawk?�  

�Hold that thought.  How about you, Flint?�  

Sgt. Dashiell R. Faireborn, whose code name was Flint,
was a Warrant Officer and also one of the best
tactical planners Hawk had ever seen.  He had drafted
and personally led a half dozen rescue missions in
hostile territories that for obvious reasons of
security were never publicized let alone admitted to. 
And that was before he joined G.I. Joe.  

�I�m afraid I have to agree with Duke, General Hawk. 
It also gives me the goosebumps that the snakes,� he
referred to the Joes universal nickname for Cobra,
�have been laying low for sometime now without a peep.
 Come to think of it, this is the longest that they�ve
gone without Cobra Commander or Serpentor cooking up
some bizarre scheme.�  

Hawk�s brows furrowed in deep thought.  After a few
seconds of organizing his thoughts, he said with
authority, �Okay, this is I want done.  Duke, I want
you coordinate with Mainframe, Dial Tone and their
respective tech crews.  Tell them that to increase
their efforts at scanning for any hint of anything
that Cobra might be planning.  No matter how small it
is; even if it�s a bounced check by one of the
Dreadnoks, I don�t care.  I want a weekly report on
the most interesting things they�ve picked up.�  

Switching his attention to Flint, Hawk said, �Flint, I
want you to work with Sergeant Slaughter, Beach Head,
Gung Ho and Leatherneck to intensify our current
training program.  Make it unpredictable in order to
push our boys and girls to their limits.  I want
progress reports that show just that, progress, and
lots of it.�  

Returning to his desk and sitting down, he eyed both
men sternly.  �The reason I am doing this, gentlemen,
is that several times in the past we�ve been caught
with our pants down by Cobra.  I trust both of you
remember when Cobra introduced the B.A.T. to us a few
months back?�  Both officers nodded, grimacing
slightly at that memory.  

�Well, all I can say is that if indeed Cobra is
building up for something big, we can�t afford to be
caught unprepared.  We must be prompt and able to
counter anything those snakes throw at us, within a
minute�s notice.�  He didn�t really have to explain
his orders to them, but Hawk had always felt that it
cut down on rumors and speculation.  

Taking a moment�s breather, the commanding officer of
G.I. Joe added, �Any questions?�  Flint and Duke said
simultaneously, �None, sir.�  

Nodding in satisfaction, Hawk said, �Good.  Remember
those reports.  Dismissed.�  

Saluting briskly, both men left their superior�s
office.  

/----------------------------------------------------/

At that exact moment in Cobra Terror Dome, ironically,
Cobra Commander was having a meeting with his
underlings.  

Well, he thought of them as underlings.  They probably
thought of themselves as primary movers and shakers in
Cobra.  The ungrateful fools owed it to him, for he
had founded Cobra in the beginning!  He managed to
calm himself down slightly enough to proceed with his
latest plan, which, unfortunately, they didn�t like. 
And their arguments were?

�Too risky!� retorted Zartan, leader of the Dreadnoks.
 
	
Baroness, a beautiful yet deadly European aristocrat
turned international terrorist, was the next to voice
her dissent.  �How will we effectively sentry the
entire boundaries of the country?  Even from here, I
can see a hundred different ways that the Joes can
sneak in past whatever patrol we can muster.�  
  
�The cost of hiring new men and constructing patrol
vehicles is too high,� Crimson Guard Commander Tomax
remarked in his low-pitched, British accent.  Without
a pause, his twin brother Xamot continued for him, �We
cannot possibly support it under our current budget,
Cobra Commander!�  The two of them spoke in this
manner all the time, completing the other twin�s
sentences.  They also felt what the other was feeling
if they were separated over a certain distance.  It
was highly speculated that all this was due to a
telepathic connection between them.  
	
Casting an aggravated eye upon the group that stood
before him in that Conference/Planning room, he
mastered his growing rage and then began speaking.  
	
�Your concerns are not necessary at this point,� he
informed them with a shaking finger, �because I have
just begun my presentation,� he continued scornfully,
�Now, if you have the patience to let me finish my
strategy, then please allow me to do so.  Then you can
state your concerns then!  Any comments?�  When none
were forthcoming, other than dubious shakings of the
head and amused smirks, Cobra Commander turned his
attention towards his planning.  

When he was going to continue speaking, that was when
the next question was asked.  �Impatient,
disrespectful fools!� he silently raged.  

�But, most impressive leader, what is Lord Serpentor�s
opinion of your proposition?  Surely you have informed
him; after all, he is the Emperor of Cobra.�  The
snippiness and slight mocking tone of Destro�s
question raised Cobra Commander�s hackles.  

�Do not worry about that, Destro.  I, Serpentor, have
seen fit to give my grudging approval of Cobra
Commander�s scheme.  It is a rare event that happens
when he doesn�t attempt to slither around behind my
back, so I decided to be gracious this time and
listened to his ramblings.�  

At hearing a new voice entering the briefing, all of
Cobra�s leaders turned to see Serpentor, striding
arrogantly into the room.  He was dressed in his usual
outfit; gold scaled snakehead helmet that extended
into a yellow mouth and uniform with and central chest
padding.  This time, his pet serpents that were
usually on his shoulders were absent.  Everyone,
including Cobra Commander (who barely did so),
instantly went down on one knee and lowered their
heads.  

When they were standing again, Serpentor smiled
mirthlessly, thinking of the plan both he and Cobra
Commander had developed together.  True, the
incompetent idiot did come up with the basic idea at
first, but there had been many errors present within
the initial plan.  After pointing out some of the more
glaringly obvious ones that the Commander�s stupidity
had failed to realize, Serpentor had quickly grown
impatient.  

Frustrated at Cobra Commander�s lack of foresight, he
had cursed his faceplated subordinate and kicked him
out of the Throne Room.  But since the plan, despite
it�s many flaws, had strangely appealed to him. 
Instead of ordering Cobra Commander to dispose of it,
he threatened him to heavily revise it before
presenting it to him again.  

 It was a week after that before a final version was
judged acceptable (barely) by the Emperor of Cobra. 
During those seven days, Cobra Commander had been
verbally humiliated, physically assaulted, and even
chased by Serpentor�s Hover Chariot all around Cobra
Island.  All those had happened because the Commander
had greatly tasked Serpentor�s limited patience. 

Then the impossible had happened.  For once, Cobra
Commander had actually swallowed his pride, absorbed
the abuse, and that had slightly impressed Serpentor. 
Serpentor had told Cobra Commander that although he
would allow this plan of his to go through, he would
also receive most of the credit for it.  

Eventually though, with countless revisions, tactical
planning strategies, and contingency plans with Cobra
Commander, Dr. Mindbender, Major Bludd, and Firefly,
Cobra�s saboteur specialist, the finishing touches had
been applied.  Personally, Serpentor had given it a
fifty five percent chance of working, which was a much
higher rating than other earlier schemes.  But the
real reason why he even accepted it was because this
was the first time he and Cobra Commander had seen eye
to eye on a plan.  Despite Serpentor�s lack of faith
in the Commander�s abilities, he supposed that even
useless lackeys had a rare glimmer of a halfway decent
idea.  

�Oh, mighty Emperor, I was hoping you would show up. 
I was just about to inform these buffoons,� he pointed
directly at the group, �that they were risking your
wrath in insulting this masterpiece of a plan.�  

The twins, Baroness, Destro and Zartan threw death
glares at their second in leadership, but couldn�t say
anything.  Though none of them truly feared or
respected Cobra Commander, the same could not be
applied to the Emperor himself.  

Although having been created from all the genes of
history�s greatest conquerors and leaders, he was
unstable, unpredictable and extremely dangerous when
angered.  Usually it was Cobra Commander who had the
misfortune of being Serpentor�s favorite scapegoat;
they weren�t eager in experiencing it for themselves,
not even once.  

Speaking in his high pitched, grating hiss of a voice,
Cobra Commander bowed towards the Emperor of Cobra. 
�Do you want to take over this briefing, or shall I,
noble lord?�  

At hearing this, mixed looks of astonishment, disgust,
and light interest from the assembled officers made
themselves evident as they watched this scene of
sucking up.  Easily ignoring it as nothing, Serpentor
just waved Cobra Commander off, then stood beside the
holoprojector on the table.

Clearing his throat, he began, �Listen carefully, I do
not like to repeat myself.  The great nation of Japan
offers us an opportunity.  Like Cobra Commander said
before, it is quite predictable, in regards to their
exports, imports, and annual budget, that Japan is
extremely successful, motivated, efficient, and is on
its way to becoming a world power.�

�All those resources that Japan has, will be ours,
should we be successful.�  He paused, then continued,
�The land area is slightly smaller than that of the
state California in America.  That is, as Baroness put
it, not exactly easy to cover.  However, that is not
necessary.  We are going to focus only on Tokyo.� He
pressed the remote, and the hologram changed to a
close-up of metropolitan Tokyo.

�You can see here the capital, Tokyo, made up of sixty
four wards, or districts.�  Several different, smaller
sections were highlighted in red and separated with
yellow boundaries.  �Tokyo is the heart of Japan,
therefore making it our primary target.  And can any
of my subjects here who possess at least half a brain
guess what our goal is?�  He crossed his muscled arms
over his padded chest, seemingly waiting.  

�To take over Tokyo?� ventured Baroness, not really
guessing as opposed to stating the obvious.

Nodding slightly, in mock congratulations, to her, the
Emperor of Cobra said, �Exactly.  I plan to slip in a
number of undercover agents.  There will be a random
number in each district.  Their primary mission will
be to familiarize themselves with the layout of the
ward they are assigned to, as well as ingratiate
themselves with the local law enforcement, law making
bodies, and all governing figures.  This first duty of
theirs is the most important.  They must gain the
trust as well as create and maintain a relationship
with high authority figures.�  

Meeting the eyes of everyone who stood before him, one
by one, he continued, �Once that first step is done,
that is when, with the aid of Crimson Guards and other
troops in hiding, they will immediately seize them and
their families, along with other notables, in a
prearranged, inconspicuous location.  We shall work
our way outer to inner, until we reach Tokyo
Metropolis. We shall take the Emperor of Japan, the
Prime Minister, and other such important government
heads, including the various Ministries, cabinets, and
courts hostage.  By taking their leaders prisoner, the
rest of Japan shall have no choice but to follow our
every orders.  Once Tokyo and the other districts are
secure, and we have suppressed all news, radio, and
other information sources successfully, then we shall
order martial law in Tokyo Metropolis, as well as in
the outer districts.�  

Having built up momentum, the Cobra Emperor went on,
�We shall devote most of our resources in this
endeavor.  Our aircraft shall patrol the air, and our
troops shall setup prison camps to hold selected
officials.  We shall set curfew throughout the
districts, and enforce it with our special police,
which will consist of the Dreadnoks, Crimson Guards,
and others.  Our Battle Android Troopers will patrol
the outer boundaries of Tokyo, with orders to shoot
anything on sight.  We shall have observers,
informants, and spies stationed throughout Japan. 
They shall be assigned to all docks, ports, airports,
or any other conceivable entrances or exits into Japan
itself.�

�But our main security shall be a special satellite
that Dr. Mindbender and several teams of technicians,
engineers, and scientists have developed.  This will
be our radar in space that will detect any inbound
missile, aircraft, boat, or even submarine.  This will
be our defense against any attempted covert operation
by G.I. Joe.�

�We shall be monitoring the satellite from a station
in an as of yet undisclosed area.  A team of selected
Tele-Vipers and Techno-Vipers, under the guidance of
Dr. Mindbender shall be responsible for its
maintenance and operation.  Should there be an attempt
to destroy it or alter any of its functions, then we
shall give the world the ultimate punishment.�


He smiled once again, brown eyes glittering with
visions of conquest, victory, and world domination. 
To the side, Cobra Commander sulked in silence. 
Although he had agreed to let the unstable genetic
mistake take all the credit, it was just one more
reason for Cobra to be rid of Serpentor.  Well, when
they were safely ensconced as the new rulers of Japan,
then he would see about getting Serpentor
assassinated.    

Every Cobra in the room was shocked when they heard
their Emperor�s next sentence.  It was just that
unexpected.

�We shall set off a number of nuclear devices and
eliminate Tokyo from the map.  This I command!�  

/---------------------------------------------------/

At that exact moment, on the other side of the world,
in a certain district of Tokyo, a young man woke up.  

It was sometime after midnight, and with no other
sound besides the loud snoring of his idiotic father,
Ranma Saotome wondered why his sleep had been
interrupted.  He�d already had eaten; he didn�t feel a
need to use the facilities; Akane wasn�t playing a
practical joke by waking him with cold water.  

When he gradually eliminated all the possible reasons,
Ranma focused and found his center.  After calming
down, he noticed that he was sweating lightly.  A
nightmare, maybe?  He�d die before telling anyone, but
several times he�d been having bad dreams of the fight
with Saffron going wrong, and Akane being killed.  No,
it wasn�t a nightmare.

All he could tell was for no reason at all, suddenly
he had felt a sharp ping from his sixth sense, warning
him of danger�somewhere.  That was what had awakened
him so suddenly.  Gradually, he became aware of a
sense of vague unease that assailed him to the very
center of his core. 

Then his stomach growled, not in pain or misery, but
in hunger.  Being a Saotome, all current concerns were
abruptly forgotten as Ranma stood up from his bed to
satisfy the sudden craving.  Heading out of the room
that he and his father shared, he made his way
downstairs to the kitchen.    

End Prologue


Author�s Notes:

Awright, before you is my second fic ever.  Have
mercy! :-)  
	



		
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