Ranmatech

Disclaimers. That says it all
(* *): Computer responses
<" ">: Chinese language
<>: Thoughts

                                   Chapter 2
                               Here's Ranma Again

     The Amazons who were huddled around both Ranma and the 
crippled Shampoo were a little more than on edge toward the masked 
stranger who had just saved their village from destruction. After 
witnessing the nanotech soldier rip open forty-ton tanks with his 
bare hands and effortlessly blow up a mountain, the warrior women 
were a little intimidated. Just a little mind you.
     <"Please. Let me help her."> Ranma said as he knelt down toward 
the injured girl with purple hair. His optical scanners had already 
diagnosed the damage she had sustained and he was ready to 
implement the repair procedures that would totally restore her.
     The Amazon who was supporting Shampoo's head by kneeling 
behind her looked at the stranger with suspicion. <"What do you 
intend to do?">
     <"I have a way to heal her wounds. It will only take a minute.">
     <"You cannot help her. Although she will live, she says that she 
cannot feel or move her legs. She had been crippled and there is 
nothing worse for an Amazon than being this helpless. She would 
have been better off if she had died in glorious battle. She'll never be 
able to fight again.">
     <"She will when I'm through with her."> Ranma assured. <"Please, 
let me do this.">
     The Amazon was about to protest when Shampoo interrupted in a 
weak voice. < "Let him do it Gloss.">
     <"Shampoo?"> Gloss looked down at her friend with concern.
     Shampoo looked up and gave her a weak smile. <"If he says that 
he can help me then let him do it. He saved our village and if there's a 
chance that I can walk again, then I say we let him try. What do we 
have to lose?">
     Gloss looked at her friend for a long time before nodding her 
assent to Ranma. The nanotech warrior nodded as he moved slowly 
toward the injured Amazon. Gently placing a palm on her abdomen, 
he then ordered the biotech computer in his head to begin the repair 
procedures.
     <Computer, begin telephasing nanite repair groups to the injured 
tissue and initiate full bioregeneration.>
     (*Acknowledged.*)
     Ranma's hand shimmered with a faint blue light as he began using 
his dimensional hole generators to phase thousands of the 
microscopic robots into Shampoo's body. As they had done with him 
six years ago, the tiny technological wonders traveled through her 
system and located the damaged muscle, epithelial, skeletal and 
nervous tissue. Once they had analyzed the girl's DNA, they set 
about the process of stimulating the remaining cells to reproduce at a 
much faster rate. To the amazed eyes of the Amazons, Shampoo's 
wounds began to seal themselves and the horrid cuts and punctures 
that were caused by the bullets repaired themselves in seconds.
     The nanites located the bullets that were still within her body and 
dissolved them into subatomic particles. They were especially careful 
of the one that was lodged in her spine. Once the spent projectile was 
destroyed, the nanites lined themselves up along her spinal cord and 
fused over the gap. Electromagnetic pulses were sent along the 
repaired neurons to stimulate sensation and the motor controls to her 
lower half. Shampoo blinked in surprise as she stared down her legs 
and moved her right foot. She then twitched her left foot and gasped 
in disbelief. She could feel and move her legs again.
     Ranma smiled from behind his headmask as his computer informed 
him that the repair procedure was nearing completion. <Computer, 
begin recall of all nanite repair groups once the structural damage has 
been corrected.>
     (*Acknowledged.*) The nanotech processor began telephasing 
the robots back into its host's body then brought up a question. 
(*Query Ranma?*)
     <What is it computer?>
     (*Repair subject possesses great potential for genetic 
manipulation and physical improvement. Initiate genetic evolution 
procedures?*)
     Ranma thought about the suggestion for a moment and then 
asked. <What kind of improvements?>
     (*Subject possesses high genetic potential, possibly due to 
selective breeding. The nanites can increase her overall physical 
attributes by approximately forty percent before returning to host 
body.*)
     Ranma thought about it some more before deciding 'what the 
heck.' <Computer, initiate genetic enhancement procedures on her 
physical abilities before recalling all repair groups.>
     (*Acknowledged.*) 
     Shampoo felt a new sensation within her. This time, she felt it in 
her whole body. She could feel every cell in her being as new power 
surged through them. She felt stronger and healthier than before. She 
looked up at the one who had saved her and began to wonder what 
he looked like underneath that mask.
     The tiny robots within her began enhancing her cells to become 
more energy efficient and gently nudged her evolutionary processes 
along. As per Ranma's request, Shampoo's body was given added 
strength, durability, higher levels of coordination, a better sense of 
balance and faster reflexes. Once the task was completed, the nanites 
returned to their host body. 
     <"You can stand up now.">
     Shampoo looked at Ranma with a sense of awe for a moment 
before getting up. She was little bit unsteady when feeling returned 
to her legs but her savior was there to brace her before she could 
stand under her own power. She smiled and said, <"Thank you.">
     <"No problem.">
     The other Amazons were astounded at what they had witnessed.
     <"Amazing!">
     <"Incredible!">
     <"It's magic!">
     Her comrades surrounded Shampoo as Ranma smiled a bit while 
stepping away. Thinking that his job was done, he quietly started to 
slip away from the crowd. However, when he turned around, he 
found himself facing a trio of elderly women. 
     <"I must say, that was very impressive!"> The first one said. She 
was approximately two feet tall and was wearing green robes. She had 
long silver hair and was carrying a long wooden staff that was about 
two feet taller than she was. Ranma's computer gauged her age to be 
around three hundred years old. This didn't really surprise him all 
that much. He had met thousands of aliens that had life spans that 
lasted for centuries, even millennia.
     The other two women behind her were also extremely aged, but 
they were about a few decades younger than the first. They also 
carried wooden staffs and were about a foot taller than their leader.
     <"Yes, very impressive indeed."> The first woman repeated. <"We 
owe you much stranger. You are a warrior of extraordinary skill and 
ability.">
     <"Great-grandmother!"> 
     Ranma looked over his shoulder and saw the purple-haired girl run 
up and stop before the trio of elders. Giving them a small bow, she 
then gestured toward Ranma. <"I'm healed great-grandmother! He 
saved me! He saved us all!">
     <"I can see that Shampoo. So what do you think of him?"> The 
elder known as Cologne smiled as she looked at Ranma with a 
calculating eye. To her, the nanotech soldier was like a huge bonfire 
of ki energy. Plus all those strange weapons he carried would make 
him a very valuable asset. In the back of her mind, an old legend was 
remembered. She recalled an ancient tale of dragons that took human 
forms and aided warriors in their times of need. She had not put much 
faith in those stories, but after witnessing Ranma's power, she could 
think of no other explanation. 
     <"What do you mean great-grandmother?">
     The elder whispered to her great-granddaughter. <"The village is 
in need of strong warriors and you can't get any stronger than him. 
The Chinese Army could send their tanks and war machines and we 
could simply laugh if we had this man. Plus, he's already shown other 
useful skills. He'd make a fine addition to the tribe, don't you think? 
We'd be fools to let this one get away.">
     Shampoo smiled, as she too was impressed with Ranma's display. 
She also wanted to get a good look at the face that was under the 
mask. She imagined a handsome face underneath that black fabric. 
This would also be a way of finally getting that pathetic Mousse off 
her back. With that in mind, she whirled around and said to Ranma. 
<"You! I challenge you!">
     Unknown to the both of them, Ranma's enhanced hearing had 
picked up on Cologne's comments and he had gotten nervous about 
it. He was then taken aback by Shampoo's reversal. He had just 
saved her life and this was her way of thanking him? He looked 
around and saw that the other Amazons also had funny looks about 
them as they began to get the same idea.
     <Computer, I don't like the looks of this. What's going on?>
     (*Unable to provide answer due to insufficient data. Suggest a 
strategic withdrawal.*)
     <In other words run away.>
     (*Affirmative.*)
     The computer's assessment of the situation was made valid as the 
Amazons unsheathed their weapons and began charging him. Ranma 
was unwilling to hurt the ones he had just saved so he simply did the 
most logical thing. He took off literally.
     The warrior women were shocked beyond belief as Ranma 
engaged his anti-gravity field and rocketed up toward the heavens.
     Cologne silently cursed herself and the other Amazons for not 
being more subtle. They had a prime opportunity and it just flew 
away. She was still looking up at the tiny dot in the sky, which then 
disappeared behind some clouds. She then sighed to herself and 
motioned for the others to return to the village.
     As the matriarch hopped along on her staff, she began wondering 
about the unknown stranger. In retrospect, Shampoo and the other 
girls should have handled that situation better. The stranger had 
already demonstrated that he was quite capable of reducing the 
village and everyone in it into nothing more than a memory. It was 
just as well that he decided to depart, rather than retaliate to the 
headstrong and reckless attack of Shampoo and her sister Amazons. 
But to have been so close to all that power
     Cologne shook her head as she passed the main gates
     A while later, Ranma flew down to where his star cruiser was 
parked, still hidden from sight by its cloaking field. After entering the 
craft, he engaged its hoverjet system and the invisible ship took off 
and accelerated to over five times the speed of sound. A sonic boom 
was heard as Ranma's ship departed the area. In less than a minute, 
Ranma was out of Asia and was flying over the vast expanse of the 
China Sea.
     Ranma was sitting in the pilot's seat in a relaxed manner as he 
pondered his next move. He had disengaged the protective headmask 
of his cyberweave suit and was conferring with the biocomputer in 
his head.
     <Well, that was a pointless endeavor.>
     (*This unit did warn host to not get involved.*)
     <Yes, well I couldn't just stand by and watch those people get 
slaughtered. In any case, I haven't learned anything else from my 
past other than I'm from this planet. Any ideas?>
     (*Working*) Ranma placed his hands on the console and let the 
biocomputer interface with the ship's systems. After a while, the 
nanotech wonder had answer. (*Suggest interfacing with the planet's 
global information systems to acquire basic knowledge of this planet. 
Sensors indicate that this world has a primitive data network called 
the Internet.*)
     <Establish contact with this Internet and begin downloading all 
relevant data concerning this planet in general and my connection to 
this world. If I'm going to be living here, then I'd better know some 
stuff. >
     (*Affirmative.*)
     The ship's console became alive with lights as the sensor and 
long-range interface arrays began linking the craft's processors to 
the net. The ship uplinked itself to communication satellites and other 
long-range devices. Trillions of bits of data were sent into Ranma's 
neural processors to be perused later at his convenience. In less than 
a minute, the nanotech soldier received staggering amounts of 
information about the Earth, its life forms and the customs of 
hundreds of races. Languages were translated and stored within him. 
He could now comprehend hundreds of dialects, adding to his 
already impressive knowledge of alien tongues. When the transfer 
was complete, the console became less bright and Ranma slumped 
down in his seat.
     (*Data transfer has been completed. Now reviewing pertinent data 
concerning host's origins.*)
     <So who am I?>
     (*According to all accumulated data, your appearance matches 
those of Asian descent, more specifically the people known as the 
Japanese. The majority of these people are concentrated on an island 
nation called Japan.*)
     <Can you be more specific about myself?>
     (*Unable to comply with request. Internet search was extremely 
limited due to several complications.*)
     <What kind of complications?>
     (*Planet's records on host not found. Data has either been 
destroyed or unavailable. Unable to find birth certificate or any 
identification. Furthermore, record files are incomplete. Does not 
contain DNA files so genetic match up impossible. Computer network 
is primitive and cannot provide all needed data. *)
     <Great! I know more about this world than any average Earthling 
does, but I can't even find something as simple as a birth registry. 
Computer, are you sure that you can't find anything more about me 
from this Internet.>
     (*Negative. Personal information is not listed on a public basis. 
That kind of information may be deemed as classified.*)
     <So now what?>
     (*Records concerning the birthdate and other relevant information 
of host may be stored on hard copy format. Suggest visiting country 
of Japan and retrieving data in person.*)
     <So I have to go to Japan, right?>
     (*Affirmative.*)
     <All right, set course for Japan. You can fill me in on Japanese 
culture on the way.>
     It was an early Monday morning in Tokyo as Ranma's ship 
entered into Japan airspace. Its cloaking field left it undetected by 
radar or other sensing devices as it made a quiet descent near an 
empty clearing in the forests outside of the city. As it landed with 
nary a whisper, Ranma looked at the main viewscreen.
     <So where are we?>
     (*Geographical location is in the region near the foothills of 
Mount Fuji. We are 10.5 kilometers from the capital city of Japan, 
Toyko.*)
     <Suggestions?>
     (*Japanese culture is highly focused on one's identity. Since host 
is unable to provide own identification, this unit suggests that a 
temporary identity be created as a cover. *)
     <All right. Begin scanning database and create a false history for 
me.>
     (*Name?*)
     <Ranma> The nanotech soldier paused as he scanned a list of 
names that were downloaded from the Japanese Government main 
records. A moment later, he chose a last name that was obscure and 
not well known.
     (*This unit suggests that host acquire employment and blend in 
with the locals.*)
     <You mean get a job.>
     (*Affirmative.*)
     <But I have more than twelve trillion zentrees in my account, not 
to mention eight billion intergalactic credit units. Why do I need a 
job?>
     (*This planet is not part of the Intergalactic Trade Routes and will 
not recognize the value of zentrees or credit units. Host will have to 
obtain local forms of currency. Furthermore, a jobless individual is 
not deemed as desirable in this particular culture. Will arouse 
suspicion if host does not have a purpose here other than main 
objective. Also, will be able to accomplish mission of self-discovery if 
host can blend in with the populace.*)
     <Point taken.>
     (*Scanning all related job-offering media based on host's current 
age and abilities. Working*) 
     Ranma's ship made several links to the newspapers, the television 
programs, the radio ads and every other kind of data network 
available. It then cross-referenced all available positions with his age 
and abilities. Chronologically speaking, Ranma had only lived sixteen 
years and therefore was supposed to be in high school. However, 
due to his rapid aging and long experience while wandering through 
the cosmos, he had the enhanced body of a twenty-year old and 
more knowledge than even the best of Earth's supercomputers.
     When Ranma came across an ad for an assistant coach in a high 
school he decided to take it. It was a good environment for learning 
social skills and would give him an opportunity to study people near 
his own age. If he really did come from this place, then he would need 
to know how to act in this world. The biocomputer took care of all the 
necessary arrangements and details. Ranma was now listed as the 
newly hired assistant coach and martial arts specialist to the gym 
instructor at Furinkan High. A false address, history and e-mail 
account was made.
     <Good work computer. But we still need some of the local currency 
to start off with.>
     (*Working.*) The biocomputer interfaced with the ship's 
mainframe then had the answer. (*Able to comply by utilizing solid-
energy replicators. The natives of this world place high value on the 
crystalline forms of carbon.*)
     Ranma nodded as he pressed a button on his console. Priceless 
gems of this world were mere baubles and were of little value to the 
places Ranma had been to in the last six years. They could be easily 
synthesized in seconds where it would take the natural process 
thousands of years. A moment later, a small hatch to his right opened 
up and a pile of glittering stones appeared on a tray. Flawless 
diamonds, sapphires, rubies and emeralds sparkled in the cabin as 
Ranma pocketed a small handful and made a note to get them 
appraised. Once he got the money for them, he would open up an 
account. Although it was possible for him to simply have the ship 
create more whenever he needed it, such wealth would arouse 
suspicion and it would also seriously undermine this primitive 
world's economy.
     Ranma then sat back into the chair and conferred with the 
nanotech wonder in his head. There were still a few more details to 
take care of before he would once again walk among the Earthers 
again.

Two days later
     Ranma prepared to exit his ship and start his new mission. 
     (*Suggest using cyberweave armor's camouflage mode to blend in 
with the native populace.*)
     Ranma nodded as he exited the ship and activated the craft's 
protection systems. The hatch closed up and there was no evidence 
of the vessel ever existing. Then the nanotech martial artist took off 
in the direction of the still slumbering city.
     When Ranma reached the outer areas of Tokyo, he descended 
toward a deserted lot. As soon as he landed, he used his sensors to 
scan the area. Spotting a billboard that advertised a person drinking a 
new kind of soft drink; he focused in on what the person was 
wearing. It was the image of a gaijin drinking a Coca-Cola. After 
taking in the picture, he gave a mental command to the black body 
suit that he was wearing.
     The tiny microcircuits in the fabric were activated as the fibers 
were reorganized to match the appearance. The material changed in 
shape, color and texture as it began to reform itself. In twenty 
seconds, Ranma found himself decked out in a pair of blue jeans, 
Nike running shoes, white shirt and a black leather jacket. Taking in 
the appearance, Ranma nodded before proceeding into the city.
     After a fifteen minutes of walking, the martial artist from space 
found himself at the front of a high school. He looked at the front 
gate and saw the name; Furinkan High etched on a plaque. He was 
about to pass through the gates when he noticed a huge group of 
adolescent males gather at the front of the school. Many of them 
were brandishing hockey sticks, tennis rackets and other blunt and 
sharp objects. He paused as he used his optics to scan the area. 
When he looked over his shoulder, he noted a teenage female 
running toward the school. It was then that someone shouted out.
     "ATTACK!"
     Hearing this, Ranma's computer instantly went into defensive 
mode and began assessing the situation.

A few minutes before Ranma's arrival
     Nabiki Tendo and her cohorts were busy taking in the daily 
wagers of how fast her sister Akane, could take out the mob of 
lovesick (emphasis on the word sick) adolescents that attacked her 
every morning. It was then that Ayoko, one of Nabiki's lieutenants, 
spotted Ranma nearing the gates of Furinkan.
     "Hey Nabiki! Look over there. Who's that?"
     The middle sister's eyes narrowed with interest as she took in the 
tall stranger in the black leather jacket. "Hmmm, I don't know, but 
from the looks of him, he's not from around here."
     "Hey, maybe he's that new assistant coach that we've been 
hearing about from Mr. Takana."
     Nabiki nodded slowly as she said, "It could be him. Looks a little 
young to be a coach though. What other information did you get 
about him?"
     Ayoko began looking over a set of files that she had gleaned from 
the school records and began reading. "Well, according to this, he's 
a Japanese national but he spent a few years in America." The girl 
looked down at the figure and nodded. That would explain his gaijin 
appearance. "It also says here that he's spent a couple of years in 
coaching sports and he's a martial arts expert."
     "Great, another one." Nabiki commented. "So what's his name?" 
     Ayoko was about to answer when they both heard the word 
'attack" shouted from the mob below the third-floor window they 
were at.

On the ground near the gates
     <Computer, what's going on?>
     (*Multiple hostile contacts approaching. Assessing threat level to 
host. *) A moment later, it was completed with the analysis, just as 
the first boys were about to reach his position. (*Threat level to host 
rated as barely negligible.*)
     <Great. First those violent females, now this. All right, initiate non-
lethal neutralization of all attackers. Use minimal force.>
     (*Affirmative.*)
     Ranma exploded into action, leaping into the fray just as the girl 
came to within visual sight of the front gate.
     The boys who usually attacked Akane Tendo in the morning got 
the shock of their lives as a sudden blur went darting through their 
ranks, dropping them like flies. Boys were thrown back like rag dolls 
as if they were going against a hurricane. A hurricane by the name of 
Ranma. The nanotech soldier had visited hundreds of worlds and 
learned thousands of fighting styles, both armed and unarmed. He 
knew countless ways of killing, but fortunately, he also knew how to 
disable as well. The teens were either knocked out by pressure points 
or just plain knocked out, but Ranma took special care not to 
seriously injure them. He didn't know what was going on, but it 
wouldn't do for him to inadvertently kill someone. Within five 
seconds, it was all over and more than a hundred boys were sprawled 
all over the landscape.
     On the second story window, Nabiki Tendo whistled. She had 
never seen anyone take out the morning mob so quickly and 
efficiently. The stranger had displayed incredible skill and handled 
his opponents far better than her sister Akane had ever done. All the 
other spectators who were crowded at the windows were also 
impressed. Just who was this guy?
     Just as Ranma had taken a neutral stance, he heard an angry voice 
from behind.
     "Hey! That was my fight!"
     Ranma looked over his shoulder and saw the girl. He gauged her 
age to be about sixteen. She was about a foot shorter than he was 
and had long black hair. She was dressed in the blue school uniform 
for girls and was carrying a bookbag.
     "Who are you to butt into other people's business?" The girl said 
in a huff.
     "Excuse me?" Ranma replied in a confused voice.
     "YOU THERE!"
     Ranma and Akane both looked over toward a nearby tree where a 
teen of seventeen or so stepped out. He was wearing the robes of a 
samurai and was holding a wooden sword. He smiled as he gazed at 
Akane and tossed her a single rose. The girl snarled in disgust as she 
batted away the offering.
     "What do you want Kuno?"
     The newcomer simply disregarded Akane's brush-off as he 
pointed his sword at Ranma. "What business does a mere commoner 
have with the lovely Akane? Just who are you?"
     "Well" Ranma wasn't really sure how to answer that one.
     "Wait! Is it not the custom to give one's own name first?" Kuno 
interrupted. "Fine then! Mine I shall give!" The adolescent then took 
a pose. "I am the undefeated captain of this school's kendo club. The 
rising new star in high school fencing world. My peers call me the 
Blue Thunder of Furinkan High!" To emphasize his point, he raised 
his bokken to the heavens as a bolt of lightning went off in the 
distance. "Tatewaki Kuno, age seventeen."
     On the second and third floors of the school, the crowds began 
whispering among themselves.
     "Blue Thunder? That's a new one."
     "Yeah, last week he was calling himself the Shooting Star."
     "Who's that new guy taking on Kuno?"
     "He looks really strong."
     And well traveled. Nabiki thought as she let her gaze run over the 
stranger's form.
     Ranma took a moment to analyze Kuno's fighting power then 
shrugged. "Whatever. As I was about to say to this girl here"
     "WHAT?! YOU DARE TO PRESUME TO SPEAK WITH THE 
BEAUTIFUL AKANE?! I WILL NOT HAVE IT! HAVE AT THEE!" 
Kuno charged at Ranma, intent on striking him with his bokken.
     Ranma's biocomputer began analyzing Kuno's style and cross-
referenced it with the fighting styles that it had scanned during their 
interface on the Internet. (*Second dan Kendo. Power level readings 
rated at 25. Threat level LESS than negligible.*)
     <Any suggestions?>
     (*Utilize Galforian Galactic Digit Fighting.*)
     Ranma nodded as he simply extended an arm with his index finger 
pointing out. The finger made contact with the wooden blade as it 
came slashing down. 
     SNAP!
     Kuno looked down in shock as he saw his bokken beak off at the 
point in which his opponent's finger had touched it. Before he could 
do anything else, Ranma stabbed forward with that same finger at his 
face. Curling the digit with his thumb, he then gave a casual flick at 
Kuno's chin.
     Kuno's was sent hurtling backward. He landed on his back with a 
thud, losing his weapon in the process. He looked up and saw his 
opponent standing there with a smirk on his face. He angrily got up 
and withdrew another bokken hidden in his robes.
     "What manner of sorcery is this, you low-bred cur! You dare to 
mock the noble name of Kuno? I will smite thee!" Kuno charged at 
him again.
     Ranma simply stabbed forth again with that same finger. This time, 
he aimed for the hands that held the wooden sword and hit a series of 
pressure points, causing the hands to open up. When the sword 
dropped from Kuno's hands and the fingers spread out a bit, Ranma 
made his move. Closing his index finger, he then extended his pinky 
and curled it around the pinky of Kuno's right hand. He then pulled 
back and had Kuno off his feet and into the air. With no loss of 
momentum, Ranma began spinning his opponent above his head by 
the baby finger.
     Akane could only stare in open-mouth disbelief as her eyes and 
head moved to track Kuno's rotations. After dozen or so 'around the 
world' spins, Ranma slammed the insane kendoist to the ground, still 
by the pinky.
     Ranma was still smiling as he saw Kuno's dazed look. A moment 
later, the insane kendoist lapsed into unconsciousness. When Ranma 
saw that he was no longer a threat (not that he was any threat to 
begin with), he turned his attention back to Akane.
     "H-H-H-How did you?" 
     Ranma's smile became a little wider as he raised a closed hand with 
the pinky extended. He waved that digit a bit before putting his arm 
down.
     "Who are you?" Akane demanded.
     Ranma's expression became serious as he recalled the new identity 
that his biocomputer had forged for him. "My name is Ranma 
Saotome. I'm the new assistant coach and I just came in from 
America."
     In a dimensional pocket of subspace, located within a small broom 
closet no less, the greatest scientific genius in the universe was busy 
looking over the latest data that had been downloaded from the 
secret network of spy satellites that she had set up a month ago. 
After that business with the Jurai armed forces and that bounty 
hunter Nagi, Washu wanted no more surprises from space coming 
down without her knowing it. In the last two days, her devices had 
picked up some unusual readings.
     <Hmmm, two days ago, something from space came down and 
landed in a remote region of China. It looked like a ship. Whatever it 
was, it had a pretty good cloaking device. My satellites were just 
barely able to pick up its ion trail. Then they picked up the huge 
surge of an anti-matter explosion. The interference caused by it 
garbled up the sensors of my spy satellites. I haven't been able to 
track that ship since then. All I can tell was that the ship was heading 
for Japan. If I'm right though (and I usually am), whatever or 
whomever was in that ship is now walking among us. Oh goody! 
Looks like I might be getting a new guinea pig!>
     On the outer reaches of the solar system, another small craft was 
making its way toward the inner planets, following the ion trail left by 
Ranma's ship. Within the confines of the pilot's cabin, a being of 
immense power quietly contemplated his mission of vengeance.
     <Soon, I shall have my revenge against you Ranma!>
     About several thousand parsecs away, another craft was racing 
through the vastness of space in hot pursuit of the first ship. This 
ship was different from the conventional appearance of the first one. 
For one thing, it looked more organic and its form resembled an odd-
looking top with a large jewel in its center. It had four large 
projections and it was white in color.
     Inside the command center of the craft was a tall, very athletic and 
attractive young woman. She had blue hair that was pulled back by a 
hair band and cropped in a spike-like style. She wore a blue and black 
body suit that hugged her figure like a second skin, but the leggings 
were cut off above the knees. On her feet she wore a pair of stylish 
boots that went up toward three quarters of her calves. On her waist 
was a belt in which her main weapon, a particle-disrupter sword hung 
from. The weapon resembled a high-tech version of a European rapier 
but its smooth, rounded blade could slice through trimidium armor 
like a hot knife going through butter.
     As she stood watching the main viewscreen, several crystal 
projections floated toward her and glowed while emitting a high 
pitched noise.
     "Ciao!"
     "So he's heading was toward THAT system, eh Ken-oki?" The 
blue-haired woman said.
     "Ciao! Ciao!" The crystals said in a happy tone.
     "This is business Ken-oki!" The woman said in a stern voice. 
"We're here to take in that scumbag Vorak! He's got a bounty of four 
billion credit units on his head! We're not here to visit your old girl 
friend!"
     "Ciao! Ciao!" Ken-oki pleaded.
     "I said no, and I mean no!" The bounty hunter named Nagi didn't 
want to encounter Ryoko again.
     "Ciaooooooooooo!"
     <Just my luck that Ken-oki's got a thing for that damned cabbit of 
Ryoko's!> Nagi had been subjected to Ken-oki's pleading for several 
days now as they had started to track Torak. When it was apparent 
that he was heading toward the one system that Nagi had sworn to 
avoid, her cabbit partner had started getting an itch to go see 
Ryoko's ship. Day in and day out, her ship had been whining and 
pleading for his mistress to allow for a short visit to the Masaki home 
where her arch-enemy and his love resided. The incessant wailing 
had become slightly annoying, to mildly irritating and then to 
downright unbearable.
     Finally, after a lot more wailing, Nagi finally shouted, "All right! All 
right already! We'll go see your girl friend! But AFTER we catch 
Vorak!"
     "Ciao!" Ken-oki replied happily as he increased his speed to catch 
up with their prey. As he sped across the cosmos, his sensors 
suddenly picked up the faint, almost undetectable ion trail of another 
ship that was parallel to the one they had been following. "Ciao!"
     "What is it Ken-oki?"
     "Ciao! Ciao! Ciao!"
     The ship's main viewscreen then put up a reading of the faint 
energy trail and compared it with the one belonging to Vorak's craft. 
Nagi didn't understand what it meant until she got a good look at the 
trace elements that was floating around the energy fields. 
     "Wait a minute boradium, zythenium, myleurim. That other ship 
must be using a Trimaxian quantum-phase drive to put out a 
signature like that. There aren't that many of those special engines 
made." Nagi thought for a moment. The Trimaxian quantum fold 
drives were among the best in propulsion systems and unlike the 
standard warp drives, they didn't cause any spatial imbalance within 
the fabric of space by warping it to make distances shorter. Instead 
they allowed a ship to slide through subspace and renter real space 
by a form of hyperspace bypass. However, the drives were extremely 
expensive to make and utilized special elements that were quite rare. 
However, due to its reliability and long warranty, it was well worth 
the price. Nagi had only encountered one being whose ship utilized 
such a drive system.
     <Could it be him? After all this time?>
     Within her, Nagi felt a something that she had not felt in two 
years. It was certain longing that only a woman would know. 
Memories of a man who had proven to be her better in combat and 
one hell of a bounty hunter came back to her. Although they were 
rivals at the time, she couldn't help but admire the mysterious and 
powerful individual who had sent all wanted criminals running for 
their lives. And then there were those brief moments when something 
seemed to ignite between the two of them whenever they met face-to-
face. Nagi had thought such feelings were only for the weak and 
foolish, but when she was with him, she could strength and 
something else.
     However, that feeling was not to last as he suddenly and without 
warning, vanished from the bounty hunter racket two years ago and 
she hadn't heard from him since. Now, she had evidence that he was 
nearby.
     <Hmmm, if he's on that planet, then maybe going there wouldn't 
be such a bad idea.> Nagi smiled as Ken-oki neared the Earth's solar 
system.

To be continued

Author's Notes
     Okay, I admit it. I couldn't resist having Ranma just choose a name 
out of the blue and in sheer coincidence, it's his actual name. Now 
that Ranma is in Japan, things are about to become more hectic. Who 
is this mysterious enemy and what is his business with our nanotech 
martial artist? What will the Tendo family say when Ranma meets up 
with him? Stay tuned. 
     This rewrite now has Ranma done as the new member of the staff 
as he will be teaching a few classes in sports and the martial arts at 
Furinkan. Now with his abilities and what he is already displayed, 
Ranma is going to make certain people either very interested or very 
unhappy. People like Kuno and Akane will be very miffed as he 
unintentionally shows them up with his superior skills. Nabiki will be 
especially interested with the newcomer as he displays certain 
knowledge and abilities that could make her incredibly wealthy. 
     As for Nagi, you're also probably wondering what's her 
connection to Ranma? Well what can I say but stay tuned.



