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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 11 2012, 05:04 PM (1,598 Views) | |
| MiriOhki | Oct 11 2012, 05:04 PM Post #1 |
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The Le'kath Location: Unknown 1123 BCE Two minutes. Two stinking minutes. Larsek, captain of the freighter Le'kath, looked at the mass relay as it began to grow on his screen, and wiped his brow. His team's gamble had gone well so far: they'd raided an asari colonization outpost on the fringes and picked up a few slaves for eventual sale. A slick operation, a quick getaway; if they could make it to that relay, they'd be living large for months. Unfortunately, they'd slipped up somewhere: either the comm jammer hadn't worked as planned, or they'd missed one of their transmitters during the raid. Either way, asari patrol cruisers were on their tail within minutes; in fact, the only thing that had kept his ship flying was that the Le'kath, nominally a freighter, was modified for speed. Who knew that the asari were so prickly about their own? Already they'd managed a few stray hits; a few more, and they'd be dead in space – or worse, vapor. But that wouldn't matter if his ship could keep flying for another... minute and forty seconds. The rattle of chains caught his attention, and he snarled. Clearly his cargo needed a reminder as to their new station. He raised his hand to give the bitch a brain-rattling slap, when his omni-tool flared. "Larsek, stop damaging the merchandise and get up here!" the ship's navigator barked. Larsek looked at the asari for a moment, at silver eyes that stared through him. He was sorely tempted to just break her neck and be done with it. She'd pay anyway – once the job was done. He threw her across the deck with as much force as he could muster, then made his way up to the bridge. He snarled at his navigator. "Status update." "Three asari patrol cruisers in hot pursuit. Shields down to seventy-eight-percent, but they're getting closer..." Larsek snarled. "Damn blue bitches... Get us out of here, now!" "What do you think I'm trying to do, sniff stimdust off an elcor's back?" the navigator muttered as he tried to access the mass relay's command interface. "Come on, please, get us out of here," he hissed under his breath. A chain wrapped itself around Larsek's throat, and he cursed his own incompetence. In his haste to run to the bridge, he'd forgotten to secure the cargo hold! An asari girl was choking the life out of him; behind her, other asari were moving to attack others on the bridge. It was at this point that Larsek learned the last combat lesson of his life: momentary distractions can be fatal. He'd been too distracted to close the cargo hold. The navigator took his eyes off the controls for a moment, allowing the asari ships a clean shot. The barrage ripped through his ship, tearing away barriers and chunks of hull. Rage consumed him. No way was he letting these bitches win! He pulled the asari off of him as life support and gravity failed; he kicked her away, and let her fly across the bridge. Freed of his distraction, he could – It was at this point that three things occurred. The asari flew into one of the escape pods, activating it; his navigator managed to reach the jump controls and hit them, destination be damned; and a final salvo ripped much of the bridge's hull away. The intense blue-white star of the mass relay filled Larsek's vision... - - - The escape pod tumbled through the void, eventually caught by a nominally dormant mass relay, one that was put on a standby mode millenia ago by an equally long-dead race. Inertia, as an primate-descendant born in this system would discover in the distant future, held sway, as the pod began its slow journey toward the star in the center of this system. The primitive VI in this escape pod struggled to prioritize the various subsystems and routines involved in keeping its inhabitant alive. As system after system was shut down, the VI decided the only chance it had was to redirect toward the third planet in the system, the only one the passenger could possibly survive on. Despite it taking several weeks, it was a race against time. In the end, it was a tie between the pod reaching the planet and the final power reserves starting to fail. It survived the re-entry, but the stasis sustaining the passenger sputtered out just as the pod slipped into the planet's atmosphere. It arced toward the largest landmass upon the planet and, if it were a degree or two in any other direction, it would have collided into the nearest mountain range. Instead, it drove itself into a small pond, one of many in the vicinity. The asari had her head slammed into the console, dazing her as the water started to flood the pod. The pod door tried to open but only budged a few inches before all power in the pod died. The girl desperately clawed at the pod as the water filled her sight... - - - Jusenkyou, China Earth, Sol System 1986 CE ... a blue hand clawed at the shore of the pond, pulling the rest of the figure to the surface with a desperate gasp. The only sounds to be heard was the figure's own breathing and harsh, mocking laughter. The figure's eyes shown black as violet light surrounded her fist, as she leapt out of the pond, the illuminated fist slamming into the laughing figure's jaw, hurling him a dozen feet backwards into another pond. She struggled to pull herself free from the water, before collapsing onto her back staring skyward. She tried to pull herself together, but when seeing her much-altered body, her eyes widened, a scream of panic escaped her, and she passed out in shock. Her eyes reopened as she found herself in a small hut, obviously belonging to the guide, as the older gentleman and her father sat beside the small stove, discussing the situation. She looked at herself as the reality started to filter through her mind. It wasn't just that she was a she, and not the he that he had been for fourteen years, but also the fact that the tan of her old body was replaced with a deep cerulean hue. The feel of the air against her scalp also told her that she had lost her hair as well. A hand moved up to her head, pausing as she felt a series of firm ridges that replaced the hair. "What happened to me?" she asked herself, cringing at the all-too-feminine voice that passed her lips. "You fall into Cursed Spring of Fallen Star. Legend say it most ancient spring in Jusenkyou. Long ago, a star fell to earth. Whoever fall into spring take form of ancient spirit of star. Nobody fall into spring, except one, or never know what curse it have," the guide explained. "Record say only victim of spring live in Nyuchezuu village half day east of here, three hundred year ago." "Well that wouldn't help me now, would it?" the girl said as she sat up. "Do you have a mirror?" she asked, before looking at her blue hands. "I mean someone falling into it three hundred years ago doesn't do me any good." "Woman still alive," the guide contradicted as he rummaged in a small basket. "Spirit live long time. Maybe help you." He turned toward the girl and handed her the mirror. The girl took it but didn't look into it yet. She turned her gaze to her father, who refused to look back at her. Definitely not a good sign, she thought, before turning her face to the mirror, and gasping a bit. The being in the mirror was quite pretty, though undeniably not normal either. The skin bore the same cerulean tone as the rest of her, darkening toward the ridges upon her scalp. Dusting the face were slightly darker marks, akin to freckles on a human. Her eyes were a soft lavender color, and her lips were a deep purple. She tilted the mirror away from her and looked at her father. "Now what?" He didn't look at her, but replied, "Well, boy, only choice we seem to have is to talk to that old woman." The girl frowned slightly at being called ‘boy', but since he hadn't called her by her given name in over three years, she just shrugged it off, despite finding a hint of morbid humor in the incongruity. "We'll move out tomorrow." The guide looked a bit troubled, but nodded as he stood. "Going to check on dinner. Back in moment." He stood and looked toward a corner where his daughter sat, reading a book, and said something to her. She put her book down and followed him out. As they approached the cooking fire, he turned toward his daughter, giving her a few orders in a troubled voice, before sending her off to the Niuchezu village. There was no way he was going to get in trouble with them for the sake of a stupid fool. - - - A light rapping upon the door of the hut woke her, causing her to sit up with a rush. She paused as she heard the rapping once more, then grabbed a towel from her pack, putting it over her head like a hood before moving to the door. As she moved to open the door, she froze as the door suddenly began to glow a violet color, before swinging open to reveal a small girl that she recognized to be the guide's daughter, and a woman in an elaborate, ornamental hooded robe. The young girl stood respectfully behind the hooded woman but spoke up. "This elder of tribe. Very important to speak with you." "Thank you child, you may go now," the hooded woman spoke in a soft, only slightly accented voice, before looking toward the girl before her. "I am Khu Lon of the Niuchezu village. What is your name, dear?" The girl paused for a moment, before replying, "I'm Saotome Ranma." "It is a pleasure to meet you, Saotome-san. Come take a walk with me, please," she said in a tone that made it evident it was not a request. Ranma paused a moment, closed the door, then began to follow the woman. "From what Plum told me, something happened to you today." Ranma froze before looking downward. "Yeah. Something happened alright. I became a freak." Khu Lon shook her head. "Freak is not an appropriate term. No one knows exactly fell into that spring so long ago, but it is a blessing, not a curse, though it does come with certain... quirks." Ranma yanked off the towel, staring at the back of her hood. "Quirks?! I'm a woman! I'm not even human! Hell of a couple of quirks!" she snarled. "Child," Khu Lon said calmly as she turned toward Ranma, her hands moving to her hood and pulling it back. "I have lived with those quirks for over three hundred years." Ranma blinked as she saw the face of the only other victim of the spring that changed his reality. From a human perspective, Khu Lon only looked to be in her late twenties, but except for that difference, she did not look too much different from the image she saw in the mirror the guide had given her. The two could easily be mistaken for mother and daughter, save that Khu Lon's eyes were a hazel color. Ranma took a step back before falling onto her rear, blinking as she stared at the woman. "Three hundred years?" she said a bit hoarsely. "Um... you don't look it?" she joked sheepishly, unable to think of anything better to say. Khu Lon laughed softly and shook her head. "Well thank you, but it can be attributed to the longevity of this body. My other form hasn't aged nearly as well." "Other form?" Ranma asked, confused. "Yes. I take it the guide has not told you about your curse?" From the look of ignorance on Ranma's face, Khu Lon shook her head. "The form is transient. Hot water changes you back, cold water changes you to this." Ranma's eyes widened as she almost looked toward the campfire, but was interrupted by Khu Lon. "That can wait, child. The water won't heat up any faster." Ranma paused, then nodded hesitantly. "I take it from your woman comment that you were born a male?" With Ranma's nod, Khu Lon frowned ever so slightly. "That could be problematic, but we can work with that." As Ranma fumed, looking offended, Khu Lon cut him off. "I am not insulting you, child, merely stating that this could be complicated. After all, your current form is quite feminine, and that will take some time to adjust to. I would like you to come with me to my village, where I can show you what I've learned of your new body." "I'd leave my pop behind, wouldn't I?" Ranma said, sounding both anticipatory and hesitant at the same time. "From what the guide states, your father is a bit of a scoundrel. I do not think he would be welcome in the village," Khu Lon explained. Ranma paused. "I've never been away from him for a long time. But... maybe it's time. Pop's screwed things up enough for me." The elder nodded. "Gather your supplies and come with me, child." |
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| Ozzallos | Oct 11 2012, 08:36 PM Post #2 |
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Oh, hey, nice to see this gain enough mental traction to be written. My only reservation is Cologne being the other one, but so its solid. Carry on please
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| Dumbledork | Oct 14 2012, 06:32 AM Post #3 |
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Mass Effect crossovers seem to be quite the rage at the moment. All in all, an interesting curse, but Cologne... Oh well, let's see where you're going with this. |
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| Pheoxy | Oct 18 2012, 01:28 AM Post #4 |
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It actually kind of makes sense! Mass Effect crossovers have a tendency to not make any, I look forward to more and future ramifications.
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| fanofdrows | Oct 23 2012, 04:03 PM Post #5 |
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Very intresting. Will the story take place during Ranma or ME timeline? Or both? I, too, have my reservations about Cologne. She is 300 years in anime canon and as such demonstrates that it is not an impossible age to become for the amazons/a ki adept. Perhaps an even older character would be better. The escape pod crashed approximately when the amazon tribe was first formed ("3000 years of amazon history"). Intentional? |
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| Shinkicker | Nov 2 2012, 10:10 AM Post #6 |
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Oh, I do like this. Why not have just Ranma cursed? Let him try and figure it out? Or maybe someone that was cursed like... 900 years ago and is close to death and has been in Asari for for the last 7-800 years. Reason for my suggestion (other than people blinking oddly at the hot blue chick/kid in sci-fi cosplay) would be that when/if an actual Asari turns up it could make for interesting shenanigans due to the... Newness(?) of it all. I'm not opposed to to cologne being cursed though, well not fussed either way, I just don't like Ranma getting stuck in the Amazon village... Dunno why. I'll admit I read this a day ago, but iirc you're make Ki and biotics separate ya? Thanks for posting looking forward to more. |
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| Amaretto | Nov 5 2012, 07:20 PM Post #7 |
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Interesting setup, didn't really get into Mass Effect though. Could be a fun ride don't know just how much Ranma being an alien 'girl' instead of just a girl will shake things up though. |
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| Jimbobob5536 | Nov 5 2012, 08:57 PM Post #8 |
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The shakeup will be when more ME stuff (potentially) gets involved. Plus the whole thing with biotics and mind-melding. |
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