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| Ozzallos | Aug 3 2012, 02:48 PM Post #1 |
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Warning! Rough and unedited for your pleasure. While I certainly take commentary, creative thoughts, observations and ideas, posting grammar and spelling corrections is a waste of your time. If you really want to, ask for access to the central google doc I'm working out of. The way I see it, neither of us get paid enough to worry about it, so just sit back and enjoy ![]() Forward; Somebody bribed me to write this fic. Forward II; Ranmachan! Bitch and moan at your liesure ![]() Forward III; Somebody else better get cracking with their own snippets ![]() ----- Warrior Class I Peace and quiet. It was a commodity in short supply in the life of Ranma Saotome, heir to the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts. Between the short-sightness of his father, an seemingly endless parade of fiancees and the hostility of numerous rivals, action and adventure were in far greater quantities; to the point that when there was a lull, the martial artist almost didn’t know what to do with himself or the time. As a result, peace and quiet were almost alien to him and it was supremely ironic that he should find it at the top of a cliff side overlooking the birthplace of his curse; doubly so with a person more likely to belt him across the horizon than not. Below lay Jusenkyo, it’s thousands of springs cloaked in the night’s shadow save a few sparse torches lighting a path along its perimeter and a faint ethereal glow that seemed to radiate softly from the swirling, flooded lake of cursed spring water. In anything other but the dead of night the effect would not have been visible, but this his eyes adjusted to the night, the entire valley seemed alight with ghostly power. Above was the black sky, though like Jusenkyo, held its wonder. Without any major cuties for hundreds of miles, constellations of stars could be clearly picked out amongst a veritable sea of star just as Ranma remember throughout his childhood. To his left was perhaps the most surreal component of the moonless night, and that component had a name... ...Akane Tendo The normally temperamental fiancee was at peace, leaning against his shoulder in an uncharacteristic display of affection as she too looked to the sky with- if Ranma didn’t know any better -a content look on her face. The wind picked up slightly across the cliff face sending cool air to assail them. Ranma was largely unmoved by the air but it prompted the girl on his arm to snuggle closer. He looked down at her and she looked up and smiled before returning her gaze to the stars. Weird, the pigtailed boy shook his head mentally but did nothing to dissuade the girl or her proximity. Weird aptly described the last week, he decided. Phoenix people, fonts of magical water, life or death struggles and of course, Saffron himself. And somehow it had all turned out okay. Akane was alive. The Shampoo, his father the guide and his daughter, safe. Even the person he had fully intended to kill outright had somehow dodged a bullet, or in the Phoenix King’s case, a super compressed tornado of ice. Even that small miracle was a burden off Ranma’s consciousness and now he just had to deal with the fallout. Negotiations with the defeated Phoenix had been one such sticking point. The Amazonian demands that they withdraw from the Jusendo highlands as a gesture of goodwill had fallen largely on deaf ears until he offered up the Gekkaja as a bargaining token just to end the mind numbing stalemate that he was being forced to sit through. Kiima accepted it readily and promised a full withdraw by weeks end. Cologne hadn’t been happy with parting with the artifact, but that was her damn to give, not his. The old ghoul got her land as a defensive buffer, Kiima got the staff and he was free from the shackles of sitting though another round of fruitless negotiations. Win, win, win in his eyes. Ranma studied Akane for a moment before turning his eyes back down to the green-blue glow of the Jusenkyo valley. Win? He wondered, puzzling at the girl’s tranquil demeanor. Sure he had saved her but this new Akane was... unnerving, Ranma decided, but allowed the girl to cling regardless. It was better than the alternative after all. ‘Think we should get back to the party?” Akane asked, drawing his attention back to her with the question. Ranma sniffed with slight amusement, as the answer to that question was probably yes, they should. It was, a victory celebration after all and he was the man of the hour, which was ultimately why he was hiding out on the overlook to begin with. Even before it had kicked into high gear, he already knew that alcohol and a village full of Amazons couldn't possibly bode well for his short or long term sanity. “I guess,” Ranma shrugged without real commitment. He looked into the girl’s tranquil eyes and couldn’t help but to blush slightly; hoping that the inky night had hidden it. Words slipped almost unbidden from his mouth. “Ah, we can stay a little longer... If you want.” “I don’t--” The youngest attention was suddenly drawn back to the night sky. Her eyes widenedand she pointed. “Look, Ranma! A shooting star!” Ranma’s head jerked up and indeed found the point of light, just beginning to streak across the sky. He grinned. “Gonna make a wish?” The star’s tail continued to lengthen across the night sky as whatever it was that had encountered the atmosphere began to expend itself. Akane nodded eagerly. “I wish... Um, I wish...” “C’mon tomboy, you gotta wish before it goes out.” Ranma nudged her, eliciting an irritated look from the Tendo. “Well how can I wish when you’re--” “Too late.” Ranma gestured as the shooting star vanished from the night sky. “That’s your fault!” She growled, pushing at the pigtailed teen irritably who in turn merely smiled back at her. “How is it my fault?” Ranma drawled innocently and the girl huffed with annoyance. She looked on the verge of biting his head off when she her expression lost a measure of heat. Instead, she crossed her arms and turned away to the open cliffside. “You talk too much.” She huffed, playing the part of annoyed fiancee perfectly. “Maybe, but here comes your second chance,” He tugged on her shirt, motioning back up into the night sky. Akane glanced looked up and sure enough another shooting star was already trailing across the heavens. Ranma grinned, nudging the girl. “Better think fast this time.” Akane Tendo’s face scrunched with annoyance, and she whirled back on the martial artist. “Seriously Ranma!” “Ah, c’mon. You gotta...” Ranma face trailed off as his skyward gaze faded into curiosity. “A third chance?” The cobalt haired girl blinked, turning back along the vector of her fiance’s gaze. Another tail chased the last. Her mouth was about to open to actually make a wish when another shooting star streaked into existence. Her head cocked curiously. “A fourth?” “A fifth.” Ranma watched with Akane as the celestial show fire up. Seconds later a sixth streaked across the sky. Then a seventh. An eighth. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty five. The martial artist furrowed an eyebrow. “A meteor shower?” “Maybe?” Akane shook her head, uncertain herself. She was just about to ly back into the Ranma’s arm and enjoy the show when one of the meteors shown brilliantly. It flashed by as quickly as the rest, thought this one was accompanied by a dull rumble. The Tendo’s face melted into concern. “Ranma?” Ranma was likewise frowning as the shower continued unabated, increasingly mixing in lower flying meteors and their echoes of distant thunder. A brighter light began to dominate the sky and both Saotome and Tendo watched this new phenomenon streak in at lower altitude. The details of this new fireball gouted angry tongues of flame as tt roared across the eastern sky; crackling angry peels as it disappeared down along the mountainous horizon. The dance above continued. A feeling of dread seeped through Ranma’s awareness and he stood up slowly, never taking his eyes off the sky. Akane stood staring upward until the martial artist took her hand, pulling the girl away from the ledge. She looked at him with a expression mixed with trepidation and a hint of fear. He pulled at her arm again and this time she responded. “We need to get back.” He took another quick glance at the dancing night sky. His own worry deepenend as with this new unknown. “We need to get back now.” Edited by Ozzallos, Aug 3 2012, 02:52 PM.
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| Ozzallos | Aug 3 2012, 02:48 PM Post #2 |
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II “You’re going back and that’s final!” The proclamation drew the attention of the numerous bystanders passing by, but most were much too busy to pause for the confrontation between the bald middle aged martial artist and his black haired son. Genma Saotome stood up straight as if he were the ultimate pillar of authority in his child’s life while Ranma merely rolled his eyes as if to underline just home much that authority had eroded over the years. “Are you kidding?” The pigtailed teen shook his head jabbing a thumb back at the anonymous horizon. “Those green shitheads are all over the place! We can’t just run on back to japan!” “That’s exactly why we need to leave!” Genma hissed, his voice lowering lest their argument attract the wrong type of attention within the village of warrior women. “This isn’t out fight, son. Besides, what about Akane?!” “So take her back with you!” Ranma balked, growing irritated with his father’s obstruction. He knew what the fat panda was trying to do, but using Akane as a bartering chip for his return to Japan was the wrong one, exspecially since they both agreed for the need to get Akane back to Japan. His father could protect her every bit as well as he could and Ranma was more than willing to let him. Genma frowned at the flat dismissal of his ploy and attempted another. “Your mother will be worried sick over you, boy.” “I’ll write.” His progeny returned dryly and Genma’s jaw clenched. Ranma smirked already knowing what was waiting for him. There was no shift in his posture, but the feeling of discontent roiled around them and Ranma prepared himself for a fight. Close in, heavy on the grappling, the martial artist began to predict his father’s opening moves even as he envisioned counters for them and the inevitable distractions his father usually relied on. The smirk on the boy’s face crooked into condescension. “Ready when you are old man.” Genma’s gaze narrowed, but flicked off his sons person to the crowed, who had noticeably slowed around their confrontation. Amazons. Musk. Phoenix. They were all warriors and every last one of them could feel the hostility crackling between the pair. They might even intervene if he was supremely unlucky and Genma decided discretion was the better part of valor in that moment. “We’ll talk later.” ‘Meanin’ you’ll try and sneak in and whack me upside the head sometime when you think I ain’t payin’ attention,’ Ranma mused silently but held his smirk regardless, as if to advertise he knew his fathers modus operandi all too well. “Yeah. Well do that.” The Saotome patriarch tried to stare his will into the boy, then simply huffed, turning his back on the boy to retreat down the street. Ranma watched his withdraw, then turned his attention back to more important matters. He crossed the street and slid the door open to a modest looking town hall building filled nearly to capacity with a veritable menagerie of people. Bird hybrid people. Tiger Hybrid people. bear hybrid people. In fact, anybody who wasn’t a hybrid something was invariably an amazon female and all were paying attention to the round table situated at the front of the hall. Ranma jockied around the bodies to get a better position as one of the Amazonian females spoke, gesturing to a large map that dominated the North wall. “...with that said, our contacts within the PLA are advising that the third, sixth and eight division of the Peoples Army are falling back. The fall of Beijing is inevitable and mass evacuations are underway. Tianjin and Shijianhaung will follow suit within days.” “And the current disposition of the horde, Tei Shu?” Ranma’s eyes flicked to the Elder who had asked the question. Unlike Cologne next to her, this particular old ghoul sat slightly taller and bore salt and pepper hair tied into two belled pony tails. Her gaze appeared every bit as potent as the mummy he already knew, though it was fortunately focused on the younger Amazon. “Turning westward, Honored Elder.” The mint green haired woman responded, pointing to an area of red circles congregating along China;s eastern seaboard and the cities on it. She drew the point of her stick south, then west. “The Green Ones are sending a modest force southward, presumably on to shanghai and the rest of the peninsula while the majority seems to be turning further inland.” “They intend on take the whole of Asia in a land war,” Another elder from across the table murmured. “Ambitious.” “Worse, these interlopers from the sky have the firepower to potentially succeed.” Another voice rumbled. It was the first time Ranma had seen Herb’s old man, but the dragon King’s black bearded visage spoke of power. Scale plate armor hung off the man just it did his son standing behind him. “Our own sources report that they are decimating the peoples army at every turn.” “The Phoenix are quite reluctant to intervene on their behalf,” Kiima stated passively, clearly unconcerned with the fate of the Chinese communist forces. The leotard clad woman merely shrugged as she considered the fate of the government forces. “Let the green ones bleed them a little. Or a lot, so much the better.” “We may have little choice in the matter.” Cologne observed morosely as she studied their very providence’s position in relation to the enemies predicted line of advance. “If the communist cannot stop this horde, then we will have no choice but to act lest the Party begins to feel desperate.” “Stone burners.” Hangzhou also grumbled, recognizing the danger of a party leaders loosing control. The Musk King shook his head, however. “Though our adversaries would be poor ones if they are to fall so easily to atomic toys.” “Somehow I do not see such spacemen being so easily dissuaded,” The originally salt and pepper haired elder shook her head, taking a puff from a nearby pipe. “Nor can we so easily ignore the wanton slaughter of our countrymen to the east.” “Landlings.” Kiima stated blandly. Cologne merely smiled. “And I believe the landling that defeated you and your champion is in this very hall.” The old woman smirked, gesturing to the martial artist watching from the crowd. She motioned for Ranma to come forward and a deferential path parted for the young man. Every single last warrior in the room new of him and watched as he stepped to the table; Kiima’s face lapsing into neutrality as the very path before him all but forced him to step forward. The Elder nodded to the black haired martial artist. “Tell us, son-in-law, what do you think of or esteemed representative’s missive?” “I think after they’re done kicking landling ass, they’re gonna come for all ya.” Ranma shrugged and Kiima’s neutral expression turned into a frown. “Perhaps.” “This horde will not discriminate between landlings and or wing ones,” The stocky dragon king observed pointedly, agreeing with the martial artist. “We will--” “Honored Elders! Honored Elders!” All eyes turned on to a teen amazon with red hair who had rush into the room, sliding open the door violently to make her way through the crowd. “Channel 108.15 on the wireless, Honored Elder!” The taller of the Amazon elders gave Tei’Shu a nod and the woman stepped over to a short wave radio half century out of date and began to flip switches. The blocky device warmed up and she twisted the dial to the appropriate setting before turning up the volume. “...of approximately one hundred kilotons each.” An English accented voice announced through the crackle of static. “Once again, we’re interrupting our normal programming to report that we have independant confirmation that the Peoples Liberation Arms has detonated multiple nuclear devices just outside of Beijing. The move is obviously a last resort attempt to stall the alien invaders advance upon the capital city. As of yet, China’s leadership has refused any and all international assistance but it may only be a matter of time before--” “That is enough.” Cologne interrupted and Tei’Shu turned the volume down. The Amazon Elder sighed, favoring the assembly of men and women. She let the uneasy silence born from the news to linger for a moment before beginning anew. “The time has come for this council to consider more direct action against this green horde, wouldn’t you say?” “Indeed. I believe we should retire to discuss the disposition and strategy of our mutual forces,” Hangzhou declared calmly, then eyed Kiima and her body guards. “Unless there are objections.” “The Phoenix will participate.” The white haired woman simply inclined her head. “Very well.” The taller elder confirmed, then turned her eyes to Ranma himself. “And may we expect help from the Japanese contingent, young warrior?” Ranma blinked, not having expected the question or the fact that he was a contingent in and of himself. Come to think of it, he was and he advised the woman such. “Wouldn’t count on it. Ryoga’s gotten himself lost and my old man plans on rolling out with Akane. I’m about all there is ta this contingent.” “Hmmm.” The elder murmured doubtfully. Cologne took the news in stride, however. “Your father is a known coward and the Tendo is ill-suited for this battle,” Cologne outlined simply, studying the pigtailed teen for herself. Ranma found it hard to disagree with the woman on any single point and allowed her to continue uninterrupted. “Your intention is to stay, is it not?” “Damned if I’m gonna let a bunch off green boogeymen kick a bunch of innocent ass.” The Saotome nodded, to which Colonge smiled slightly. The musk king scratched his black beard with silent appraisal. “Then I will put you to work, Son-in-law.” The woman grasped her gnarled wooden cane, mounting it. Cologne motioned to the Amazon with mint green hair. “Accompany Battle Mistress Tei’shu. Watch, observe and follow her direction, for war and martial arts are not one and the same.” Ranma stared at the woman dubiously but shrugged for lack of anything better to do until there were some names to take and green ass to kick. Tei’shu walked up to him even as the elders collected around the room’s central map, sizing him up from head to toe. After a moment, the sharp featured Chinese woman sniffed her distain. “First order for this one: Lose male body. Battlefield for female warriors, not airhead males.” The woman turned her back on him and walked toward the door, leaving Ranma dumbfounded and staring for a moment. The moment quickly passed and his face scrunched with irritation as a single sarcastic thought passed through his head. Simply wonderful. |
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| Ozzallos | Aug 3 2012, 02:49 PM Post #3 |
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III The warm shower of gore snapped Ranma Saotome’s attention from the green hordes washing over their position to the woman on her left, catching the shower of blood across her bare face even as she turned toward its source; weathering the loud crack slapping against her eardrums. Battle Mistress Tei’shu pirouetted violently as her chest opened up in a gout of fire, slapping the woman to the ground in a barely controlled tumble that resulted in a sloppy rollout to her knees. When Ranma was finally able to focus on the woman, it was already too late. The mint haired Amazon was already kneeling in her own pool of seeping blood flowing from her upper left torso; or rather was was left of it. A jagged basket ball sized hole had craved a tunnel through the woman’s shoulder, destroying half her chest and separating the arm wholesale from its body. Ranma took a step toward the woman through the shock of seeing her devestated body even as Tei’Shu herself simply sat with wide unseeing eyes. She opened her mouth to speak something but more blood burbled down her chin. And then she was dead. Her body tilted lifeless, hitting the dirt face first before the redhead even had a chance to reach her. “RAAAAWAR!” Ranma didn’t even have a chance to morn her passing as the bestial roar fell upon her. A huge battle axe descended upon her and the redhead profiled right, not to retreat but to step inside its arc. The creature that bore it was a wall of muscle encased in green skin several heads taller than the girl it was attempting to kill. Huge jutting teeth dominated its squat face, though its squashed eyes widened as the giant axe buried itself into the open ground without the human attached. That moment of surprise was all it took for the tiny female to dismantle her giant green opponent piece by piece. With both meaty green hands solidly fused to the length of the axe, Ranma slid in virtually unopposed, using every bit of her formidable strength to shatter the monster’s left knee. Dense muscle and bone held the joint a fraction of a second longer than that of a normal human’s, but a bellow of agony followed the meaty snap, terminally compromising the monster’s balance. A huge arm swept in regardless of the beasts agony in an attempt to backhand Ranma in a blow that would probably have snapped any bone it encountered, but the blood splattered redhead had already ducked below as she selected her next targets. Against any other opponent, the her next move would have ended the fight lethally as she decided against a high speed chestnut strike in favor of full power open handed hammers. Experience taught that even the rapid fire lighter hits would only piss it off and these things were as tough as anybody or anything she had encountered to date. And that’s okay by me, Ranma decided ruthlessly and began to pulverize its torso with heavy handed strikes. Each impact cracked something, staggering the beast but failed to stop it from responding to the blows. Still it was far too slow for her and she pivoted to avoid another green fist while the thing bellowed furiously at her. She used its left arm as a springboard to height and spun around, burying the heel of her foot into the left side of its face. before falling back to the earth. Anybody else taking the equivalent blow would have been dead on the spot but the monster continued to stagger drunkenly even with half of its cranium caved in. “Fuck this.” Ranma hissed and pulled the monster’s own discarded battle axe from the earth. She twirled the weapon that was easily as tall as she was like a glaive to test it balance, which was horrible to say the least. It didn’t, however, stop the redhead from reengaging the floundering beast in two blurring cuts. One cleaved it right arm away, sending it and the firearm it had been grasping for clear of the melee in a spray of dark purple ichor. The next cut was absolutely lethal as it bisected the creatures torso from its stubby neck on the right all the way through mid torso on the left. The redhead was showered in more purple gore as she recovered, the green monster falling to literal pieces behind her. Another roar beckoned her attention and Ranma spun around, sighted another monster assailing a fellow Amazon and whipped the axe back. The giant weapon tumbled end over end through open air upon release like a circular saw, burying itself in the surprised demon’s head and torso, stopping its attack cold. Whether it was lethal or not was a different story. The beast lurched backward with the impact and fell to the ground but continued to squirm. It wasn’t able to form any sort of coherent movement however, and the Amazon it was attacking was safe. Relatively speaking. Her gaze was inevitably drawn to the south east as half hazard ranks of green skinned monsters were engaging the division she had been attached to with amazing success. While there was isolated success here and there, it was an overall bloodbath for the remainder of their force. Amazons attempting to employ their hand to hand combat skills were being cut down by ranged fire courtesy of ungainly mobile fortresses composed of little more than tracks, armored plating an heavy weapons turrets. Some of the attached to their division musk were fairing better but if the heavy volumes of fire didn’t prove fatal, the green skin’s numbers invariably did. The Phoenix fared the best against the inaccurate ground fire and ability to escape melee, but their inability to inflict substantial punishment against the green juggernauts was all too telling. A noisy rumble echoed across the field of battle and Ranma watched with dread as some sort of airplane cleared a nearby mountain range and level off. The thing was an eyesore and looked like it shouldn’t have been able to maintain airworthiness, but it somehow did; it’s three bulbous jet engines belching black smoke as it leveled off. It seemed to select a heading to transverse their battlefield and began to spew fire from one of half a dozen turrets. The landscape below it puckered as heavy caliber round impacted and if Ranma didn’t know any better, inflicted a fair amount of friendly fire as its guns chewed through round after round. Much as she liked that, the green things could absorb the casualties. Their forces couldn’t. The sheer volume of fire ensured the airborn Phoenix warriors were cut from the sky even as the alliance troops below were strafed. One of the piecemeal armored vehicles suddenly exploded as its main armament was triggered in tandem, and a small team of six Musk disappeared in a violent plume of fire and debris. Son of a bitch! Ranma growled as their front continued to die piece by piece. The only reason it hadn’t failed entirely was due to the orders Tei’Shu had already set in motion. The redhead glanced at the dead woman’s cooling body realizing that whatever they had going for them now wasn’t going to last much longer and while she wasn’t a battlefield general, Ranma could see the writing on the wall with all the clarity of a martial arts challenge. They were completely out manned and overpowered. Their opponent didn’t need to particularly skillful or cunning with such an overwhelming advantage. They have goddamn tanks and airplanes! Ranma balked at the unfairness of their circumstance but worked the problem regardless. She looked around for the next in command, but the only other Amazon in her immediate vicinity not fighting in a life or death battle was busy stabbing the life out of the still twitching greenskin corpse with her jian. We’re gonna lose, The revelation floated through Ranma’s tactical consciousness as the individual elements of the battlefield painted an all too bleak picture for her martial arts mindset. Another explosion tore away at the battle beyond and she made a command decision. But we ain’t on death ground yet, the redhead acknowledged and sprinted over to the nearest amazon. She had golden blond hair, brilliant in the sunlight but spackled by purple blood of the corpse monster she straddled. Her jian rose again to take another feral slash at it when a hand caught her by the wrist. The red eyed woman snapped up, all but ready to attack when she recognized the redhead. “Can ya understand me?” Ranma held her wrist a brief moment longer before being assured she wouldn’t be the target of the women’s aggression. The Amazon warrior refocused and nodded hesitantly. “Good. We’re outta here. Pass the word to whoever’s left.” Incomprehension floated across the blonde's face until Ranma spelled it out for her. “We’re retreatin’, dammit!” The woman understood that quite clear as evidenced by her widening eyes and angry stream of mandarin directed at Ranma’s person; an angry stream that Ranma cut off by grabbing the woman by the scruff her bloody silk tunic. The martial artist impatiently yanked her up to height, into her face and pointed to the carnage on the plain beyond. “We stay, we die. Every last one of us!” The Amazon watched the battle for a precious moment and suddenly comprehended that they were getting their asses kicked. Badly. her gaze jerked back to Ranma and she nodded tersely. “This one tells.” Ranma released her and she scrambled two steps away before stopping turning back with a question. “Retreat where?” That was a good question, Ranma realized. A damn good one. Somewhere that wasn’t here obviously, but... The redhead worked their dilemma through her martial arts mindset and a speed born through desperation. They needed advantage. They need leverage. Too much flat land for the tanks. No cover from the skies. She remembered the map of the surrounding area. Hell, she had memorized it. They needed a defense, surely, but Ranma sensibilities and years of Anything Goes demanded more than that. She needed a way to flow from defense to offense and she could only think of place that would even offer the glimpse of possibilities for that to take place, and that decision had been made in just under two seconds of analysis. “We’re fallin’ back to Jusenkyo.” Ranma decided grimly. The Amazon looked stunned, but nodded, racing off. The next seventy two hours were the worst of the seventeen year old martial artist young life. Worse than growing up on the road with her old man. Worse than being traded away at random for little more reason than to fill his acursed belly. Worse than any challenges borne from the fiancees or rivals hanging around him. Worse than the bleak darkness of the demon filled pit itself. Her retreat had manged to extricate three hundred and thirty eight warriors from the field of battle... Of an initial force of just over two thousand Amazons, Musk and Phoenix combined. Simply running wasn’t enough, however as the greenskins continued to pick at their heels, forcing Ranma to improvise and adapt on the fly in order to save the command she had somehow inherited. The pigtailed teen had adapted a great many things to her martial arts mindset over the years-- Anything Goes Fine Dining. Anything Goes Ikebana. Anything Goes Tea Ceremony. It was all almost inconsequential compared to what she had been forced to adapt to in their bloody retreat to Jusenkyo: Anything Goes Battlefield Warfare. It was amazingly like martial arts she reflected soberly as she hid amongst an outcropping of stone, herself and the last of her command concealed in the shadows as they waited for the word of enemy contact to be passed along to them by the picket she had set up to harass the green bastards at the mouth of the valley. Like martial arts, it was her job to drop the opponent by analyzing his weaknesses and pitting them against her strengths. Their first and every subsequent encounter had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that they couldn’t stand toe to toe with this particular adversary, so she didn’t. She went for the ribs. Joints. Weak areas. There weren’t many of those in the greenskin army, but they were there, and she attacked them from the most unexpected of angles and withdrew before becoming decisively engaged. The only difference here was her hands and feet were the lives of men and women, and she had never been able to withdraw them completely unscathed. For every hit and fade maneuver she executed to slow the enemy down, she lost people. For every inexperienced half assed tactic she threw at the monsters to keep them off balance, more died. She had added a full day to their route back to Jusenkyo by winding through a rain-forest on the western edge of the valley just to deny the tanks and aircraft the opportunity to fire upon them and in the process lost more of her wounded that weren’t up for the strenuous terrain. Men and women died and now only one sixth of the original two thousand remain to support what promised to be the last act of her command: The last stand in the heart of Jusenkyo. A sharp, bird-like whistle interrupted her thoughts and the thousand yard stare that had taken a hold of the redhead and she glanced left to her second in command. She was a wirey Amazon a head taller than Ranma herself with almost white hair and pale golden eyes. Like herself, the woman’s silk battledress had seen better times; being splattered with blood, dirt, burns and various tears. She was still alive , however, and that made her elite in Ranma’s eyes, just like every last one of her remaining three hundred and thirty eight warriors. the white haired Amazon cocked her head as the whistle echoed softly within the canyon before turning. “Picket has contact.” She reported softly in broken Japanese. “Many greenskins, less armor. No plane yet.” Ranma considered the news for a moment and mentally reviewed the plan that was fraught with peril. If they failed here, they could still withdraw, but there wouldn’t be enough of them left alive to matter. This element of Jusenkyo Alliance would be shattered for all intents and purposes. “No surrender, no retreat.” She murmured and committed her forces for the last time, turning back to the woman. “Reel them in... Yu.” Xao’Pei watched her commander pantomime reeling a fish in and smiled grimly, turning back out to the valley with clear understanding as to the intent. She cupped her left hand to her mouth and whistled a terse bird song. A single note echoed in reply and she nodded back to Ranma. “Is done.” “Get the rest ready.” Ranma ordered, and leaned out of the rock cropping for a better view even as the white haired amazon whistled more orders to the men and women around them. Beyond was the very valley that had cursed her; now little more than a shallow lake with bamboo stalks interspersed throughout. A morning fog hung lethargically about them, limiting her visibility to only a few hundred yards and barely enough to see to the other shore though the motorized rumble of mechanized vehicles could be heard in the wind with an unmistakable chant the redhead commander had come to associate with the green horde... “...’Ere we go! ‘Ere we go! ‘Ere we go!” “Yeah, come and get it, you bastards,” Ranma mumbled and ducked back behind her rock, sighting the highest ranking Musk soldier left alive in her division. The mauve haired teen caught her sight and she beckoned him over silently. The bear hybrid musk ducked over between rocks to sidle up along side her with almost no lingering glance at her female form. The battle had all but beat the instinct out of him. Xao’Pei joined her and Ranma summarized the plane for the last time. “Xao-chan, harassment fire when I say. Jiàntóu,” The redhead reiterated in chinese and the Amazon nodded her comprehension. “Save the tags for when they hit Jusenkyo itself. Koro, if it’s still alive by the time it gets to us, you and your boys kill it.” “Consider it dead,” The wild haired musk growled, his hand floating to the hilt of his scimitar. “Let them come to you,” Ranma cautioned, hoping to get through to the kid’s need to avenge himself on the green monsters. “That water’s dangerous shit right now. Let them play in it, not us.” The musk nodded, but the fire still burnt in his eyes. Good enough, she decided and dismissed the pair to relay her instructions while silently hoping her last desperate gambit would pay off and save all their asses... Or at least leave so little of the enemy behind in their passing that another Jusenkyo Alliance force could brush them aside. Ranma paused with the thought, shaking her head. Ranma Saotome don’t lose. She just wished she could muster the sentiment with less nervous energy. Another sharp whistle pierced the fog and a dozen Amazonian women could now be seen transversing the tops of the bamboo shoots that jutted from the surface of Jusenkyo, hopping from one to another. Gunfire could be heard from Ranma’s cover now which meant they had done their job: Pissing off the enemy enough to lead them straight back to her position. A startled cry broke the martial artist thoughts and she watched as a large caliber bullet caught one of her scouts midleap, tearing a hole in her chest and sending her plummeting into the lake with a splash. A pair of Amazon’s paused along flanking positions and sent a volley of arrows back into the enemy infantry which was just now appearing on the opposite shoreline. Another woman waited for some sign of life within the water, but whatever their sister’s fate below, she had not come up for air. The scouts continued their withdraw and the first one hopped ashore, scrambling for Ranma’s position amongst the valley rocks. The black bun-haired haired girl- barely thirteen -slid to a halt next to her, panting out a report. “This one reports mission accomplished! Three casualties: LaoMein, Tei’Let, and Musk boy Kubota. Phoenix stand by ready, Battle Mistress!” Ranma nodded in kind, memorizing the names of the fallen while likewise not having the heart to correct her status in the girl’s eyes. The other women joined her and she ordered them to join the other Amazons behind cover. She gave the meandering enemy one last look before rising to her full diminutive height with a dire grin. It looked as if the greenskins would need encouragement if they were to be goaded into crossing the expanse that had once been over a thousand cursed springs, each with their own tragic story. Now it was time to add one more. “Joketsuzoku! Jiàntóu!” She called for the deployment of the rest of her Amazons from cover and the canyon rock was suddenly alive as the women stepped out from cover and drew their arrow laced bows back. Her hand aloft held them in silent readiness until she dropped it suddenly. “Fire!” The command to attack unleashed salvo of approximately one hundred and fifty arrows skyward; light by any standard against the horde they were facing down but more than enough to get their attention. Their flight time across the lake was roughly five seconds along the high arc and their impact was hardly precise. One in three arrows actually hit a green beast and when it did, almost invariably inflicted a non lethal blow. In fact, none of the arrows that landed actually killed anything, but that wasn’t the point. Ranma Saotome had already seen their complete lack of effectiveness and wasn’t banking on the salvo actually doing much damage. The redhead was hoping it would have another effect however and that effect began to manifest itself in the form of enraged bellowing that echoed off the canyon walls. The arrows hadn’t killed anything, but they had certainly pissed the greenskins off something fierce. Another salvo launched skyward and five seconds later more bellowing echoed back at them. This time the green host surged forth. “WAAAGH!!! DA ORKS!” Arrows continued to fall as the first ranks of the green army splashed into the waters, followed quickly by their brethren from behind. The horde was now in full bloodlust mode; so much so that they didn’t even notice as their brothers began to twist in upon themselves and change. Had they actually taken the time to watch, they would have witnessed their fellows collapse into a cat, then a mongoose. then a bear, then an ox, then a small boy... The transformations continued at a rate of roughly once every two seconds until an arrow found the much more vulnerable form to pierce, killing it instantly. The inexplicable transformations had another dramatic affect amongst the craze greenskin infantry that had noticed that there were now pigs, goats, cats, dogs, oxen, octopi and other creatures suddenly sloshing around in their midst. The boy and girl transformations really caught their attention and the green demons began to hack and shoot down their own as one after another fell vicitim to Jusenkyo’s mixture of curses. Still, the ranks from behind continued to push the ranks in front of them into the lake, perpetuating the cycle as the greenskin infantry pushed to the halfway mark. “Signal the Phoenix! NOW!” Ranma hollared above the bellowing roars and gunfire pelting their position and the black haired scout lit a a small charge, dumped it into her sling and gave it several heaves before flinging it skyward, where it promptly exploded a few hundred feet above their position. The sharp crack echoed of the canyon walls and the effect was instantaneous. The sky was suddenly alive as the remainder of her Phoenix contingent, some fifty warriors swooped in with their own bows for more accurate fire. Some were powerful enough to shed their feathers in a razor whirlwind as they strafed the green ranks, killing anything that had transformed into something less durable. BOOOOM! The rock to Ranma’s left suddenly detonated as armor from the opposite shore opened up on them with indiscriminate fire. A couple of bodies tumbled out of the wall of fire but Ranma paid them little mind as she gave her next command. “Light tags!” The next volley of arrows were special. Explosive tags coiled around the shafts of each one, burning down as they fell into the already embattled greenskin ranks that had managed to advance across nearly a third of the lake through sheer numbers alone. Occasionally one would find a beast and bury itself into its green hide like so many arrows before and explode, tearing a huge chunk away from the monster. That, however, wasn’t what Ranma had intended. The number of tags they had managed to scavenge from the battle field were limited as it was and there certainly weren’t enough to spend them on individual targets. Instead, most dropped exactly where the redhead preferred them to: The water. Huge geysers of Jusenkyo cursed water erupted up and down the horde, transforming any green beast it drenched into something else; normally something less lethal and far more vulnerable. The numbers of greenskins dying now eclipsed anything her army had seen in the last four days of combined fighting but they still they advanced. The tanks began to wade the shallow depths of the lake now and seemed to be doing a fair job of staying out of harms way while peppering her shore with large caliber fire. Two massive armored vehicles began their own assault, rolling over any greenskin or cursed greenskin in their ways as they did. A less fearsome but no less armored vehicle trailed behind him, chattering with machine gun fire in seemingly random directions in order to cut down the wildlife springing up around them. Cursed humans were targeted with extreme prejudice, normally wounding dozens of their own in the process. Absolute chaos ruled the greenskin ranks as friendly fire did far more damage than Ranma could have possibly hoped for and she signalled Koro and for the first time in days a fierce, prideful roar erupted from their own ranks as Musk warriors charged out to meet the few green monstrosities that had managed to reach their shores. Guns fired in response, but their aim was woefully inadequate and Ranma’s hybrid warriors closed the distance in seconds. The Musk could take punishment and she had equalized the numbers. The green men were still coming of course, but Jusenkyo was the choke point and it was hampering any efforts on the part of their enemy to bring decisive force to bear upon them. Greenskins were being cursed by the hundreds. Their brethren were killing their own in similar quantity. The tanks were shooting anything that moved. Ranma nodded to herself and took hold of the well notched Orkish battle axe that had leaned against the rock unmolested until now, stepping out from cover to join the battle. |
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| Ozzallos | Aug 3 2012, 02:50 PM Post #4 |
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IV It was a roadway of devastation and ruin both literally and figuratively. Whatever had happened had happened big, and there was little left of the main artery into and out of the village that wasn’t scorched earth and tinder. Ranma’s eyes traced the horizon as her company marched on regardless, noting the burnt kindling of what had once been a treeline leading all the way up to the village of the Joketsuzoku itself. The burnt out husk of a tank- a human tank -sat along the side of the road with several large holes punched through it. It was also not the first they had passed, though this one formed the center of a sandbagged machine gun nest manned by a mixed force of ragged looking PLA soldiers, Amazon women and Imperial Musk. That was heartening in and of itself, as was the fact that there was still a village to actually come back to as opposed to the alternative and the landscape still bore the obvious scars of just how close this particular battle had come to the Amazon home and hearth. Ranma tore her gaze away from one of the many spiral scarred craters she had passed to address the squad coming to attention around the stricken tank. A machine gun angled up to point in their direction but stopped short of bearing directly down upon Ranma and her diminished company while one of the Amazon women stepped out from behind the barricade to address her directly. The steady stream of mandarin was lost on the Saotome save a word here and there, and she nodded for a black haired girl to step forward beside her. “What’d she say, Yun-yun?” The challenging Amazon looked Ranma strangely as the thirteen year old girl who looked every bit as ragged as the redhead translated for her. “She ask for name and division.” “Tell her.” Ranma shrugged wearily and the mandarin began flowing once more. At some point halfway through the conversation the woman’s eyes widened and she snapped an order to another Amazon perched atop the tank. This one had a sword on her back and a rugged looking assault rifle in hand and she hopped down to join her comrade. She sized up the redhead with a deferential look. ‘This one is Qui’tip. Escort to command, honored warrior.” The rifle barring warrior motioned further down the path. “Little one here show battle sister second in command. Will coordinate with to relieve warriors while debrief.” “Yun-Yun is my second in command.” Ranma’s expression deadened and she motioned to the young bun-haired girl at her side. The amazon guard stared at the little girl, then turned back to Ranma with solemn realization of just what it took for a thirteen year old girl to be promoted to the redhead’s second while Ranma returned her attention turned back to Yun-Yun, gesturing to a number of caged animals the troop had born since the battle “Wounded first. Don’t let the guards eat our catch.” “Yes, Battle Mistress!” Yun-Yun snapped to attention with a terse bow and began to pass orders to the rest of the company of warriors while Ranma in turn gestured for her guide to lead the way. The scene looked no less bleak the closer the martial artist drew to village itself with the main gate drawing the majority of her attention as Qui’Tip led onward. Specifically, it wasn’t there. Judging by the blackened cinders of the bamboo fortified wall around where the gate had been, whatever had gone down in the rain forest behind her had made its way up here as well and little of the Joketsuzoku’s defensive wall remained untouched along this side of the village. Entire holes had been blown into it, leaving little more than splinters and match sticks where it had been breached in over a dozen places. Workers had erected scaffolding around the skeletal remains of the wall to effect hasty repairs, but some sections were complete and total write offs. The pair passed along more burn out armored husks and while it was heartening to see a lopsided greenskin tank here and there, the majority of the shells they passed were definitely human in origin. On any other day Ranma might have whistled appreciatively and made some smart-assed comment about who kicked the shit out of who, but that day wasn’t today; nor would it likely be seen in the foreseeable future. Today she knew exactly who had kicked the shit out of the Amazons because it had been the same people who had kicked the shit out of her people as well. ‘My people,’ the redhead scoffed bitterly even as a more detached portion of her brain marveled at the destruction she and her guide were now passing through. They weren’t her people. They were Tei’Shu’s people. ‘I’m just some stand-in gettin ‘em killed,’ Ranma groused morbidly as they continued through to the village interior. It didn’t look any better than the exterior. Entire blocks were razed, burned to the very cratered earth for nearly three hundred meters in every direction as the breach widened. Tents had sprung up in their place tending to clusters of what appeared to be refugees... Ain’t Amazons, Ranma decided while wondering what had transpired to have a refugee camp set up within the heart of the Joketsuzoku. Nuthin’ good, She reasoned as the pair wound their way through the lines of displaced refugees and deeper into the village where the battle hadn’t reached. There was still damage, but buildings stood and Qui’tip picked a path along familiar cobblestone streets until coming to an unfamiliar building whose entrance was flanked by two more heavily armed Amazons. Their chatter abruptly ceased with the Qui’tips approach, stepping aside upon recognition of their sister in arms. Ranma noted how their wondering gazes lingered over her person but was far too exhausted mentally and physically to care as the door opened to admit them. The pair rounded a corner, climbed a flight of stairs and encountered a sparse waiting room manned by another Amazon guard. This one didn’t automatically open the door as she spied the arriving women. The guard mentioned something in Chinese and Qui’tip glanced back to her redheaded companion. “Matriarch in negotiations with PLA commander. Must wait.” Ranma merely arched an eyebrow and listened to the muffled conversation issuing through the door. Cologne’s measured, cool tone was easily recognizable to her ear. It was a stark contrast to the gruff male voice arguing over the old woman, a stupid move in the redhead’s opinion which in turn forced the pair to wait outside the door. After a full five minutes of back and forth arguing, the battle weary girl tired of the bickering and stepped past the guard, surprising her as she reached for the door. The Amazon’s initial move to restrain the Saotome was halted by a subtle shake of the head from her partner. “...And as the senior People’s Army commander in this village, I demand you turn over your forces to my authority so that--” “Your forces, General, limped into the Joketsuzoku and led the green host to our very doorstep,” The click of the door caused her pause and her eyes widened as a battered redhead trode into the room, leaving her at a loss of words even as the gerneral turned around with an irritated look for their new arrival. After a quick study of the ragged looking girl, he turned back to Cologne. “What is a Japanese waif doing--” “A plesant surprise, Son in law... Ranma,” Cologne ignored the general, looking past the man in wonder. Ranma simply nodded, having missed the emphasis on her name while the Elder gathered her wits through the mental reset. “The rumors of your demise appear to be greatly exaggerated. We were under the impression that Tei’shu’s element had been overrun.” “Damn near.” Ranma simply acknowldged the fact with a terse nod while the general bristled at being ignored “If you have forgotten, I am a general in the People Liberation Army!” The uniformed man continued taking Cologne to task. The pale officer thumped his fist on her desk, prompting her to send a subtle nod to Qui’tip as he continued ranting. “I will not be insulted as such and you will remand--OH!” The sky blue haired amazon stepped behind the belligerent man and jabbed him squarely between the shoulder blades, causing his eyes to widen and effectively bringing a halt to his speech as sh dropped like a sack of rice to the floor. Ranma considered the unconsious officer with the smallest measure of mirth- the only measure she could afford at the moment -as the village elder gave further instructions. The old woman considered the inert man as if he were a bug to be squashed, then turned her attention back to Qui’tip. “Ensure that he has a change of heart concerning his position within our command structure.” “It will be done,” The Amazon inclined her head respectfully and grabbed the man by his arms, carelessly dragging his body from the office to leave Ranma and Cologne alone. The door clicked closed and Cologne turned her attention back to the redhead. “I expect the news to be fairly dire as per most of our encounters with the green skins to date,” She acknowledged from behind her desk, fingering the length of her kiseru as it smoldered on its rest. “The last scout report we had recieved had Tei’shu’s command traveling south of Hoh Sai Hu in full retreat before the damnable communist lead the beasts right to our doorstep here. Not to be indelicate, but what is left of her command?” “Tei’shu’s dead.” Ranma recounted the battle as the faces of those slain around her flashed through her mind’s eye. Cologne acknowledged the fact with a silent nod as the redhead continued. “They were kickin’ our ass so I ordered the retreat.” “You ordered the retreat, Son in Law?” Cologne raised her eyebrow skeptically with the unexpected news while mentally calculating just how bad it must have gotten for the Saotome child and her meager battlefield experience to intervene. Ranma simply nodded. “Wasn’t anybody else. They were on the verge of rolling us, Ol’ Ghoul. I took what was left and got the hell out.” Not good. The Elder’ds heart sank at the news. A combined force of over two thousand Amazon, Musk and Phoenix shattered on the field of battle. Not good at all, she decided and pulled the pipe up, taking a long drag from it before asking the question she really didn’t want to ask. “Casualties?” She watched as a distant look settled into the martial artist eyes and it told her everything she needed to know. It took several seconds for the girl’s attention to return to the here and now. “Damn near everybody. I got about a hundred and fifty left and a few dozen of them are wounded.” Two thousand! Cologne’s intellect screamed at the injustice of it all. Tei’Shu was a competent battle mistress. Her warriors were skilled in their own right. And only one hundred and fifty had come through it alive. The fact also made Cologne’s next question all the more dire in her eyes. “Then what of the status of your opposition? What of their ranks and position?” Cologne was reaching for the phone to assemble the war council anew in order to repel the force that had undoubtedly chased Tei-shu’s command- Ranma’s command -all the way back to the village when she noticed the glacial edge in the girl’s eyes. A thin, grim smile accompanied it as she watched. “Son in law?” “Their status is dead.” Ranma replied coolly. “Lead the assholes by the nose back to Jusenkyo and made our stand their.” Cologne was left blinking in the moment, unable to reconcile the concepts of the mass casulties they had taken with the complete defeat of the enemy force arrayed against them. “Dead? Jusenkyo?” “Their ain’t much left of us, but there’s nothin’ left of them.” Ranma advised direly before cocking her head with an introspective look. “Well, nothin’ besides the prisoners.” “Prisoners?” The word all but fell out of Cologne’s mouth in disbelief. “Cursed. Got Yun-Yun lookin’ after em.” Ranma merely nodded as the elder continued to stare. ///// ANs so far-- A Challenge is Fine, Too; I normally don’t respond to challenges but there are occasionally exceptions to the rule. here? I was bribed. By Alamandorious specifically, so if you want somebody to take the pitchforks and torches to any one person, he’s the one ![]() Orc Blood; Originally red, later books retcon it to green in keeping with their equally retcon’d biology. Unfortunately green on green is harder to see on table top games and loses the impact red does. Since red and other colors have retained their popularity, I split the difference and went for purple. Edited by Ozzallos, Aug 3 2012, 02:51 PM.
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| biigoh | Aug 3 2012, 04:55 PM Post #5 |
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Huh... interesting. Orks or Orcs? out of curiosity? |
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| Dumbledork | Aug 3 2012, 06:11 PM Post #6 |
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Any reason for the alien presence? Are they from a specific series/videogame or OCs? |
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| Hammerchuckery | Aug 3 2012, 07:00 PM Post #7 |
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These are Orks from Warhammer 40k. What Edited by Hammerchuckery, Aug 3 2012, 07:05 PM.
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| Ozzallos | Aug 3 2012, 08:44 PM Post #8 |
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Yeps. 40k. |
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| violetshadows | Aug 6 2012, 04:45 AM Post #9 |
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Hmmm, seems like you need a scene or two between when Ranma leaves and the battle begins: we get introduced to Tei'shu and then she's dead, I don't know about anyone else, but I kind of wanted some more character devolpement there. Honestly, I'd like more character development for the entire army as a whole; here we have like eighteen hundred people dead and I hoenstly don't feel too much about it. So advice: little bit with Tei'shu, little bit with yun yun before she becomes Ranma's second and maybe some interaction between the various factions of the alliance, depends how fast you want to work through this opening chapter to the meat of the story. That said, are these full on 40k orcs or are these like 2-5k orcs, because while my 40k lore is a fairly light, the orcs seemed a little undergunned for where they should be if this was full 40k. They've got the armor, and the guns and melee weapons, but it seems like large local equivalents as opposed to the crude if high end stuff you'd expect to see in 40k. |
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| CatOnFire | Aug 6 2012, 02:27 PM Post #10 |
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They have just shown up 30,000 to 38,000 years earlier than expected. There is no God-Emperor, no spaceflight and no Primarchs to stand up to them. This is Ranma-verse (maybe even Manga-verse) Earth thrust forward into the Warhammer universe early enough that we can see just what we could become without the God-Emperor. Would we grow into the same Grim-dark future? How will this change the face of the earth? The revelations that are born for this battle? What other heroes are fighting the Orks? The Sailor Senshi? Negami and his Crew? Card Captor Sakura? The Men and Women of SG1? The White Devil? The dreamers of Eureka? The Pretender? Pai and her protector Yakumo? Buffy and the Scoobies? Micheal Knight? Alucard? Emiya Shirou? The possibilities are literally endless as are the outcomes. |
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| Ozzallos | Aug 6 2012, 05:24 PM Post #11 |
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I've had others post concerns that the pacing is a tad fast here. It's somewhat on purpose; kind of illustrating how fast warfare can take people away from you, tho I might not be going about it from the best angle admittedly. No other xovers were planned for this fic. likewise, we are starting in 'present day' WH40k, not the deep past. The Emperor of Man exists and so does his Earth. I'll let you draw your own WTF from there, but it should narrow the plot down some
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| Hammerchuckery | Aug 7 2012, 02:23 AM Post #12 |
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So either a tear in alternate realities or this planet has remained isolated since the Dark Ages. Sounds fun. If this story includes the broader world, would other regions too have their own advance humans? |
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| Ozzallos | Aug 7 2012, 10:52 AM Post #13 |
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If you mean the galaxy at large by 'broader world' then yes. Space Marines will eventially follow these orcs and find Ranma's earth... Let's say there will be a clash of ideals there too
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| Hammerchuckery | Aug 8 2012, 12:19 AM Post #14 |
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I was thinking of Ranma's world. Is the concentration of eccentric martial artists/mages/creatures/monsters/etc. going to only be in Asia or spread across the planet? It would be fun to read a Green Horde follow the way of the Mongols. The mix of conventional military and supernatural elements is what I'm hoping. The Space Marines was another question now answered. Had that inkling of what usually followed Space Hulks/Roks. Finally, is this take place in the late 80's early 90's? |
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| TerraBull | Aug 8 2012, 02:23 AM Post #15 |
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I have a question? I know Ranma and "Anything Goes" is all about bending rules to your advantage. Just curious if there will come a point where Ranma is in the position to challenge a Ork Warboss to something and wins. On a OT subject, will the Space Marines be looking for a Lost Primarch or just chasing Orks? |
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