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Emperor Ranma of Mongo

Ranma starts his day

by Bast!

Ranma woke up slowly, as always, for sleep was one of his favorite things in the world, and he begrudged its end.

In other words, he was starting to get just as lazy as his father.

He lay with his eyes closed for a while, trying to hold on to his dream. It had been something about... a girl... or something... He groaned, frustratedly, when he realized he had already forgotten all but the most vague impression of it. It had been pleasantly warm and fuzzy, but he had no idea what it had been about anymore.

Grudgingly he opened his eyes and took stock of the situation.

The realization

by Richard Lawson

Ranma shook her head, feeling strangely confused. She stood up and walked over to the hallway.

Akane heard her open the door and turned to smile at her. "Good morning, Ranko. Sleep okay?"

"Ranko?" Ranma frowned. "Why are you calling me... Ranko?"

"Because we're not at school, stupid." Akane frowned. "Are you feeling okay? What's wrong?"

wake up, Try two..

by Rei Inverse

Ranko frowned. Yes.. that must be it.. he was Dreaming.. but why would he be Dreaming this?

"probably Because I didn't Want to startle you to much.. the Most recent curse you Acquired, Myself, is having some trouble integrating with your other Curses.. there are some... complications.."

Ranma Jumped to his feet and spun to face the Voice.. and Promptly Screamed as he noticed the Red furred cat, a female Version of himself, a swirling cloud of purple mist, a Black star filled Void with a pair of arms, a bucket of water, a shaolin Priest, and a floating Sword. he quickly Scampered into a corner of the room and pointed at the cat, obviously Terrified of it. "ca-ca-ca-ca-cat!"

the sword seemed look from Ranma to the cat. "oh, I forgot about that.. Neko, could you hide for now? we need to tell him what is going on. and we need him to be calm for it.."

the cat nodded. "meow." and simply disappeared.

after a minute or two, ranma had calmed down. "There, that's better. now, as I was saying, there have been complications... because of me getting added to your collection of curses, you have reached Critical Magical Mass. We pulled you into this dream to inform you that they should become more active over the next few Days..." the Sword said.

the Shaolin Priest approached. "we can not hold him any longer.. it is time for him to wake up.

and so he did..

With Great Will: Winning The Prize.

by Greyman

Ranma groaned. The next to last thing he remembered was a nine-foot tall angelic being, complete with wings, toga and flowing beard, appearing out of a lightning bolt to announce, "RANMA SAOTOME, YOUR NUMBER HAS COME UP!"

"Ack!? I'm dead?" Ranma exclaimed with a panic attack as his butt hit the park soil.

"REALLY?" the being asked in confusion, then turned the volume down to add, "you look pretty lively to me. But I guess you can't always tell, can you?"

"But you just said my number came up."

"What? No, no, no. Your lottery number. You've won the pan dimensional sweepstakes, ain't you." The being began rummaging around inside his toga with three of his four arms. "Hang on a tick. I've got it here somewhere. Ah ha!" Pulling out a glowing blue sphere of energy he held it down towards Ranma.

"What the heck is that?" Ranma demanded warily.

"It's your Prize, innit. The power to control almost anything in this universe. Come on, come on, I haven't got all eon, you know."

Ranma cautiously extended his hand. The whatever-it-was sparked from the being's outstretched hand, discharging along the finger and grounded through Ranma's arm. There was a brief pause, then silent thunder detonated, blasting Ranma through a tree. (Much to the later annoyance of the park grounds keeper who was tired of martial artists breaking trees with their heads, fists and stuff.)

The very last thing he recalled was the being muttering, at full volume, "DELIVERED THE GREAT WILL TO ... Rama Soddom. OH! OH, DEAR. DAMNIT ALL! Uhn. Maybe no one will notice. I'm outta here."

And then Ranma passed out to awake with surrounded by the Tendo daughters.

"So what is it this time?" Nabiki demanded coyly. "New challenger? Suitor? Or both?"

The Great Will: Pft. Yeah Right.

by Greyman

They listened (Nabiki skeptically, Kasumi distractedly and Akane angrily) while Ranma blabbed like a -ahem- explained what had happened to him.

"So some wandering Kami gave you divine power?" Nabiki scoffed.

"Hey, it could happen," Ranma protested.

"Yeah, right, Ranma," Akane snorted. "Like anything as good as that would ever happens to you."

Ranma opened his mouth to protest, then reconsidered and bowed his head. "Yer right. I have a cursed life, don't I?" He wondered if the dream sequence he'd had while K O 'ed was significant.

"Well, you could always try it out," Kasumi suggested blithely. "I mean, what harm could it do?"

Ranma scratched his head. "Er, okay. But I don't really have any idea how it's supposed to work."

"Ranma you idiot!" Akane snapped.

"Typical," Nabiki sniped. "Can't you do anything right, Saotome?"

"Maybe it has something to do with that tattoo?" Kasumi suggested brightly and pointed to his arm.

Ranma held out his hand. Running down his wrist and up his palm was a glowing neon blue lightning bolt. Ranma and the girls studied it intently.

"What tattoo?" Nabiki demanded.

"What'cha mean?" Ranma demanded back. "This tattoo!"

"Ranma," Akane countered crossly, "there's nothing there."

Kasumi reached out and traced the lightning fork with a fingernail. The neon glow sparked under the skin, flowing along with her nail, until she tapped the circle on his palm. "Maybe if you channel your ki through this chakra and, make a wish or something?"

Nabiki and Akane gave their sister a strange look.

With Great Will: I'mah nevah gonnah be ah girl-ah-gain! [Episode 707]

by Greyman

While Ranma did the song and dance routine titled, "I'mah nevah gonnah be ah girl-ah-gain!", Akane and Nabiki traded glances that said, "that's it then, he's totally lost it." Kasumi just looked on benignly.

"Get on with it, Saotome!" Nabiki snapped impatiently.

Ranma lifted his hand to his head and channelled his will through the brand. Blue energy bathed him from head to toe. Kasumi shielded her eyes.

"See, I knew nothing would happen," Nabiki remarked while staring straight into the blaze as if it wasn't there.

As the glow Akane also couldn't see faded, she picked up a convenient bucket of water and through it's contents over him. Ranma promptly became...

"Ahem... I repeat... I'mah nevah gonna be ah girl-ah-gain!"

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

All stared in shock as Ranma stood there. He smiled brightly as he saw that he was now soaked with cold water AND STILL MALE!

"I'mah nevah gonna be ah girl-ah-gain! I'mah nevah gonna be ah girl-ah-gain! I'mah nevah gonna be ah girl-ah-gain!" Ranma sighed as he danced.

Her left eye twitching, Akane stared. She couldn't believe some Kami had chosen to give Ranma the 'Great Will'. "Why does HE get the power to control reality? He's already the greatest martial artist!"

Stopping his song and dance with that said, Ranma looked at Akane. "I thought you were the one always claiming to be the best martial artist?"

Blushing, Akane tried to stammer out a response, but all she could do was stutter unintelligible stuff. "Baka..."

Looking down at his feet, Ranma saw his father glomping onto his leg. "BOY! THIS IS WHAT WE'VE ALWAYS WANTED!" Calming down, Genma continued. "Now go on, use your gift and make is so your old man is cured as well. Oh, and make it so the master disappears too!"

Ranma smiled. He knew what he wanted to do...

Great Will: the whole fiancee mess

by Kestral

"I wish the whole fiancee mess was sorted out!"

Everything seemed to stop all at once.

When it restarted:

Great Will/Emperor Ranma: It's good to be King

by Ranma-mite

Size Huge spaceships began appearing in midair.

Ranma blinked.

Akane swore.

Nabiki fainted.

Kasumi went to make tea.

Genma and Soun (hiding until now) ran for the hills.

Ryoga looked up and screamed. What made this particularly interesting was that what he screamed was "Not THEM again!"

Happosai looked up, crossed himself, and began repenting the sins of his life. This was going to take awhile.

Cologne swore at the TV set because they'd pre-empted her soaps just because of some damn alien invasion.

There was a transporter effect and Ranma noticed several female humanoids present, one of whom looked a lot like his mother!

"My Prince," said one of the girls as she knelt before him, looking a whole heckuva like Meia from Vandread. "The late Emperor has died, victim of an assassination from our opponents. The Emperor is dead. Long live the Emperor!"

"Huh?!" said Ranma in utter confusion as he was beamed back with all but one of the girls to one of the humongous darn ships hovering in the way that yellow bricks were not supposed to.

"Wait! Where are you taking him?" Ukyo landed in the yard, spatula drawn.

"Back to his home planet, where he will be the Emperor. Planet "

Emperor Ranma: Ranma of Mongo

by Ranma-mite

It was good to be king. Better to be Emperor.

Ranma found himself whisked off, and as his grandfather (Ming the Merciless, google search: Flash Gordon) had been a hands-on kind of guy, nobody blinked twice at his grandson following in his footsteps as far as self-reliance went.

Ranma didn't care about a lot of stuff, but on hearing that he had people (?!) who needed him (?!) and how this would royally snark off his father - he decided to go along with it - at least for now.

It was kinda nice to have people listening to him.

His Mom was here too, apparently there was a lot about her side of the family she hadn't told him.

It was also Great-Grandfather Ming (though everyone referred to him as his grandfather due to some cultural thing) who had exiled his mom's family to Earth. Now that Ming the Merciless was dead, Ranma was now Emperor and people were coming to him for decisions.

He quickly learned to delegate. Delegating was good. Delegating meant that he didn't have to figure out what the heck an "economic forecast" or a "seraglio selection process" meant.

He also heard that there was some problems with the candidates for this seraglio thing and gal in leather armor and high heels wanted to know if he preferred training, conditioning, or should she get creative? Naturally, as he thought this was some kind of job around the palace - maybe guards - they should be trained AND conditioned AND if she could get creative - so much the better. The gal looked so happy about that, Ranma knew he'd made the right decision.

Now all he had to do was -

Emperor Ranma of Mongo: Merciless Remembrances

by Kestral

Ranma had become Emperor.

This was not necessarily a bad thing.

Mongo had been ruled by Ming The Merciless (his grandfather) who had united the world of Mongo with the various moons. Ming had eventually faced Flash Gordon and Dale Arden.

Ming had apparently died. Flash and Dale had gotten married and returned to Earth. Ming eventually had the most diabolical revenge ever. He had survived and eventually took power again. Living well was the best revenge.

Ming had finally died back in 1962, sometime after exiling one of his daughters to the very same Earth as Flash and Dale. This was part of a Sinister Plan. After all, if Earth could produce such an exceptional warrior as Flash - then it could also be the ideal environment for one of his own sons to be raised to become a great warrior. Ming's death had actually been quite ironic. After all his faked deaths, last minute escapes, and the dangers he'd faced all his life to unite the moons and world of Mongo under his rule - he'd choked to death on a piece of asparagus while dining.

Not that Dale and Flash did much better. They had escaped the press by coming to Japan under an assumed name only to find that Ming had paid for them to be cursed to never find their way back to Mongo. The sorcerer had done such a good job that they couldn't find anything at all after that and spent most of their lives wandering around lost.

Ming The Merciless, Feared Warlord of Mongo, had been replaced by a surviving son. Wang The Mildly Cross. Wang's rule of Mongo was actually not that bad for the various Moons. As long as they were united under the Emperor's rule they weren't fighting each other and actually didn't have much problem. Wang The Mildly Cross had inherited Ming's tactical genius but had mainly been interested in mixing technology and magic together in feats of great engineering. The robot-golem project had developed the Iron Legion, the Steel Cavalry, and the Wooden Brigade - his most successful project and one that provided for his few successes.

Wang The Mildly Cross had assumed the rule of Mongo from 1962 to 1984 and had provided twenty-two years of relative peace and security.

Unfortunately, one of the groups - the Eagle Men - decided enough was enough and to go to war. When Wang had come to see if he could negotiate a peaceful solution, egged on by many of the more peaceful folk of his council, he had been killed and his body put on display.

Wang had been twelve when he assumed the position of Emperor. His successor, Yan The Terror, was forty-three when he had assumed the throne.

Yan The Terror had proven his name when he decimated the tribes of the Eagle Men down to less than a hundred using Wang's robot soldiers. Yan took after Ming and ruled with an iron fist. He held the belief that Wang was killed for being weak, only the ruthless could hold onto power, and he was determined to do just that.

Yan's rule had abruptly been cut off by a small bomb. Mongo had a new enemy, and nobody who could really fill Ming's shoes. Heck, they couldn't find someone to fill Wang's shoes. By the time the scuffles for power had ended, it was clear that the only thing this was accomplishing was that the number of councillors and generals had shrunk considerably - and the enemy was beginning to make inroads on one of the Moons. Worse, the robot soldiers would only obey the orders of the Emperor - and there was still no Emperor.

There was another Emperor, briefly - he lasted two months, but the less said about the ecchi mad scientist who had gotten screwed over (literally) by his own contribution to the robot soldiers, the better.

Which was when somebody had gotten the bright idea about Ming's exiled daughter and the plan to have an Exceptional Warrior.

All of which had brought one Ranma Saotome to a world called Mongo.

Emperor Ranma of Mongo: Take my daughter, please.

by Greyman

Ranma was getting the hang of being Emperor of Mongo. Mostly it was just a matter of giving commands for the central computers to get the robot soldiers back to combat readiness and delegating the less important details, like everything else, to underlings. This left him with plenty of time to kick back and practice in the Arena of Death with the strange pets his predecessors had kept.

The downside to being Emperor was that he was expected to perform a few ceremonial duties. It was boring, but Ranma guessed it was expected and the crowds certainly seemed to get a thrill seeing their new Emperor on parade and his ego certainly enjoyed the attention.

Listening to those cheers certainly made a nice change from hearing, "Prepare to Die, Ranma!"

Then came the time to accept meet his feudal lords as they arrived from the Empire's diverse kingdoms to swear fealty. Impressed that this was a serious matter, Ranma decided to stand tall and regal and keep his mouth shut. Besides, he didn't want to make a fool of himself while his mother was watching.

"Presenting," the seneschal announced as the first such delegation made its way through the corridors, "King Thong of the Lion Men!"

Ranma stiffened as the delegates approached, but it wasn't as bad as he feared. The delegates bore only a little more of a resemblance to the little terrors than Mint of the Musk. Ranma was able to quash the impulse and face the cat man.

Thong bared his teeth as he considered the puny Emperor before him but, as their eyes locked in mutual assessment, Thong was surprised to find the initial scent of fear replaced by growing confidence. Lion men were proud, courageous warriors who respected only personal strength, but Thong decided that while the boy emperor might be a young cub he had the aura of an experienced warrior.

Mindful of the guard bots and the blasters trained on him, Thong suppressed the urge to roar out a challenge in instinctive response to the cubs arrogant stance. Instead he forced himself to bow in supplication. "Your Imperial Highness, the Lion Men stand ready to serve the Empire. As proof of our loyalty, I bring tribute from my poor kingdom and present the service of my daughter, Leona, for your pleasure."

Ranma blinked as the empty words he was supposed to utter in response fled from his mind. Instead, 'c-ca-cat g-g-rrrl' echoed in the silence of his mind.

"Do you not find her acceptable?" Thong bristled.

Ranma snapped out of his daze. "I don't get it, you're giving me your daughter?" Somehow he had a very bad feeling about that. He cast a nervous glance over the girl. Once he got past the tawny fur and slightly feline features he realised the muscular, leather-clad girl was obviously a candidate for a palace guard job, right down to the strange taste they had in ceremonial uniforms on Mongo. He sighed in relief, "oh, right, for that seraglio thing! I'm sure she'll fit in fine. Sorry, I'm kinda new to this. Uh… I'm supposed to say something fancy to welcome you aboard but it slipped my mind. So, uh, good to have you on our side."

Thong roared. Ranma relaxed as he realised that it was relaxed laughter. "Hah! You speak plainly. I like that, boy."

The rest of the day's meetings went a little smoother as Ranma got into the swing of things and became used to being introduced to princesses applying for a palace job. He guessed that it was some sort of prestige position and decided it would be best not to reject any, though some seemed a little soft. At least that gal in leather armour and high heels assured him they'd all be properly trained and conditioned before being presented for service, or servicing as she put it.

Finding all that diplomacy stuff to be exhausting, Ranma decided to retire to his palatial quarters without spending time the Arena of Death training area. Meanwhile Nodoka and "that gal in leather armor and high heels" put their heads together to decide what to do to with Leona and the other princess brides.

Emperor Ranma of Mongo: Alien Abduction = Frustrated Fiancees

by Kestral

Nodoka inspected the seraglio. A most exotic group of women for her son to be manly with. "What a pity that some of his old girlfriends could not be included."

There was one among the Generals that had done well during the two month stretch of that more ecchi of the Emperors of Mongo. With her spike heels, leather outfit, and the whip at her side, she looked a lot like Jura from "Vandread" but with a far crueler edge. This was the mad (she's mad, mad I tell you!) psychologist General Mille.

"Why not?" said the General, her high heels rapping against the tiled floor as she inspected the machines. She had decided she liked this new Emperor. Not only could she train and condition them, but she was being allowed to bring her full creativity to bear.

"They would never go for such an arrangement," said Nodoka with an unhappy sigh.

Mille's smile would have sent any of said fiancees scurrying for cover had they been present to see. "Let me worry about that."

Aliens had appeared in Nerima and kidnapped some boy. It was all over the news. Pictures of the thing had been on international news.

A real life alien abduction! And this time it hadn't happened out on some farm but in a big city!

Ami blinked at the TV screen as she realized that "Math Masters" had been pre-empted.

A girl was on the screen, dabbing at suspiciously dry eyes.

GIRL: "Yes. I was there. It was horrible. Terrible. These alien beings just beamed down and captured Ranma and beamed back up. I... I can hardly tell you how upset and frightened I am."

REPORTER: "And yet you have a book deal in the works, Miss Tendo?"

GIRL: "Girl's got to make a living. By the way, can I interest you in a Souvenir 'Soun Tendo Bobble Doll' or an 'I Visited The Alien Abduction Site' souvenir t-shirt?"

REPORTER: "That was the spokeswoman for the Tendo Dojo. Asking others around the Furinkan Ward brought different responses."

DERANGED LOOKING BOY: "The foul sorcerer hath departed this plane and good riddance. They who consort with demons shall fall to them eventually. Yet now I must be off to comfort the tidy Akane and the healthy pigtailed girl now that the Sorcerer's influence be undone!"

ANOTHER DERANGED LOOKING BOY, WITH FANGS: "That coward! Just as I'm about to demonstrate my new secret technique and defeat him once and for all - he gets kidnapped by aliens! Come back here, Ranma! I won't let you get away that easily!"

YET ANOTHER DERANGED LOOKING BOY: "Hahahahahahahahaha! At last I can have my Shampoo! That spell worked! Ahahahahahahaha!"

A SLIGHTLY MORE NORMAL LOOKING BOY: "It was bound to happen. What with being engaged to a lesbian sadist like Akane, chased by that crazy Amazon chick, and having that transsexual chef after him, his life got so crazy he tore a hole in reality. Inevitable."

SOMEWHAT CRAZY LOOKING GIRL: "It was the plot of that foul harridan, Akane Tendo, I know it! Do not worry, Ranma-sama, I shall avenge you!"

REPORTER: "As you can see, reaction is mixed. We now go to our expert in the field, Doctor Sanada. Doctor Sanada, do you buy Doctor Schtalbaum's theory of mass hallucination and sunspot activity?"

DOCTOR SANADA: "Doctor Schtalbaum is a weenie. Ten thousand people do not spontaneously imagine twelve ships in excess of five thousand metric tons displacement hovering in midair over Tokyo. Likewise for sunspot activity."

REPORTER: "What of Professor Rara's theory of dimensional crossing?"

DOCTOR SANADA: "What?! That's my theory! RARA, YOU THIEF!"

REPORTER: "There we have it. Back to the search for a reason for this event after these commercial messages."

Ami clicked the TV off.

Alien invaders? Kidnapping boys? Was this a job for the Sailor Senshi?

Emperor Ranma of Mongo: On The Case

by Kender

It was a quick assumption, and one that she could pretty sure of. With all of the really odd giant bricks hanging in the sky, it would cause major ripples in the way things would go. When that sort of thing happened, Setsuna would be the one to talk to to find that sort of thing out.

So Ami decided that a call to the Outers would be the best way to get any information they might have. They might not want to share it, but there was always the chance that she might get a tidbit or two, more if things were this major.

What she got was what she didn't expect. "You're going to do what?"

*"We're heading over to where those ships are and checking them out,"* Haruka replied.

"What if they are hostile?"

*"It looks like they are, but we'll handle them."*

"Don't you think that it'd be best if we all get together to face them?"

*"No. We can deal with this, and when we get back, we'll tell you all about it."*

"I suppose that there is nothing that I can say that can change your mind."

*"Not that I can think of."*

"Uh... good luck then."

*"Thanks. See ya."* *Click*

It seemed that the Outers were planning on taking care of the situation all by themselves. As she hung up the phone, she tried to figure out what that shiver that went down her spine was.

Private Wedge frowned as he looked towards his commander. "How are we supposed to do this anyway?"

Sighing, Major Biggs tried to explain to his subordinate their orders again. "We have this list, right?"

"Yeah..."

"We go over it and try to find the girls on it. When we do, we send them to the ship. It's that simple."

"Oh! I see!"

"I hope you finally do."

"So you're the ones who are kidnapped people!" called out a voice.

"Who's that?"

"Invited by a new age, I'm the magnificent Sailor Uranus!" called out a blonde girl.

Next to her, a sea-green haired girl called out. "Invited by a new age, I'm the elegant Sailor Neptune!"

Then came out a tanned woman. "I am Sailor Pluto."

"I am Sailor Saturn!" chimed in a raven-haired girl.

"What are you supposed to be?" asked Biggs.

"We are Sailor Senshi!"

"Hey aren't those the names of some of the planets in this solar system?" mentioned Wedge.

"Yeah, so?"

"Think that maybe they're princesses."

"On this world, anything's possible."

"We could always include them."

"Maybe."

"The blonde one has nice legs," offered Wedge as Uranus sputtered.

"True, but it is not our place to ogle them."

"Hey, the one with the wavy green hair is pretty."

"I can see that."

"The tall one with the tan is good looking too, even if she seems a bit stiff."

"That is not the question," the commanding officer told him as Pluto mouthed 'stiff'.

"And even the younger one is cute." *WHAP!* "Hey, why'd you hit me?"

"Because we have a job to do and we don't have time to gape at potential members."

"Oh yeah."

"I wonder about you sometimes."

Uranus just glared at the pair and gritted her teeth

Emperor Ranma of Mongo: Mistaken identities

by Kestral

Biggs and Wedge looked over their list given them by the Imperial Mother.

A fairly cute but tomboyish sort. Short hair. Likes to dress up. Akane Tendo.

Biggs and Wedge looked over at Sailor Uranus and nodded. Okay, that was one.

One with long hair. Carrying a large spatula. Ukyo Kuonji Biggs and Wedge looked at the tanned one carrying the long key shaped staff. That could be whatever a spatula was.

One fairly aristocratic girl, though she has an annoying laugh. Kodachi Kuno. Biggs and Wedge looked at the girl with the green hair. She kinda fit the "aristocrat" image.

Three of four matched.

"You're with them, right?" Biggs asked the cute kid with the sharp looking pole weapon.

Saturn nodded, curious as to what was going on.

Biggs and Wedge smiled. "Great!" Wedge said. "So you want to go visit the Emperor?"

"You're taking us to your leader?" Uranus asked, astounded. No having to wade through armies of servitors to get to the Dark Lord or whatever? Just show up and he'll see you now?

"Yes. Yes. Uhm, pardon me, but you. The young extremely cute one. What did you say your name is?" Biggs asked Miss Polearm. Certainly it fit what they'd overheard of the new Emperor. He liked girls who knew how to fight and was putting his seraglio to work as palace guards. Very efficient.

"Ho... I mean Sailor Saturn."

"Saturn..." said Biggs, making a show of checking his paper. While there wasn't an entry for a Saturn, he didn't want anyone to think he'd screwed up and forgotten to write down a fiancee! "Ah! Here we are. Yes, a Miss Sailor Saturn! We were sent to pick you up. If you'll all take a seat in the lounge, we'll get underway. I'll bring menus by in a few minutes since we're coming up on mid morning lunch time. I'd suggest the cheese-potato wedges. Very filling, good ballast."

Saturn nodded. She was getting a bit hungry.

The others stared as they were led into what looked like a Victorian study.

Uranus and Neptune waited for an attack. Saturn tried the potato wedges and proclaimed them quite tasty. She also managed to finagle a souvenir oil lamp out of Biggs. Pluto merely grumbled about how in her day alien menaces didn't serve tea and biscuits. It didn't keep her from having the two, but she grumbled about it.

Emperor Ranma of Mongo: The Model of a Modern Magical General.

by Greyman

The Outers looked up alertly as the door swished open and a woman entered escorted by two droids. The droids had been based on Ranma's sketches for samurai robots, but the Central Defence Computer had interpreted his designs to give them a decidedly insectile appearance. The Outers dismissed these heavily armed guards as typical servitor drones that would go down after a few weak blasts. They decided immediately that the woman was obviously the most dangerous one in any battle, dressed as she was in an impractical, sexy, leather outfit.

Her legs were encased in thigh-length high-heeled latex boots that seemed to have been poured onto her long legs and moulded into place. The black leather jacket over a matching basque corset, near-crotch-revealing short hot-pants, and silver-trimmed, high-peaked cap made her seem to anyone else to be a bizarre fetishist's cross between a neo-nazi biker bitch and a bondage queen dominatrix. However, to the Outers she looked every inch a model of a modern magical general.

"Greetings Princesses of the Earth System, I am General Mille, at your service." She snapped her arm across her breasts in her version of a crisp military salute and devoured the women before her with hungry eyes. Three of them, even the butch blonde, were proof that her young Emperor had excellent tastes. The child was unexpectedly young, but the weapon confirmed for her that Ranma wanted his seraglio to double as bodyguards and Mille made a note that training them young was acceptable. It was the costumes that caught her eye. Were they the latest Earth fashion or uniforms of some kind? She hadn't thought of uniforms and wondered if perhaps she should copy the design.

"I trust that you've all had a pleasant journey?" she enquired in a pleasant tone. "If there are any complaints those responsible will be dealt with."

Setsuna pushed aside the tea service and rose to her feet. "It was remarkably relaxing," she noted in passing, wondering when the other boot was going to drop.

"Excellent," Mille exclaimed with a touch of disappointment as happy princesses meant no one to discipline. "Ah well, then I expect that you are eager to get underway. After all, the sooner we get started the sooner you can be presented to the Emperor!"

"Then by all means let's go!" Haruka commented with eager nervousness. Not having to wade through increasingly powerful minions was a disturbingly new development but certainly saved time and hassle. "Please lead us to him."

"Please walk this way!" Hentai General Mille chimed as she lead them to the airlock.

"I wish I could," Michiru muttered as she enviously watched the General sashay along the corridors.

"Uh huh," Haruka agreed and tried not to drool.

"Welcome to Cloud City!" General Mille announced as the lock hinged outward to form a ramp.

The Outers gaped as they absorbed the vista. Cloud City was well named as it was a citadel hovering above the clouds of Mongo. A large citadel. Fleets of shuttlecraft of alien design patrolled the sky around the city, as did smaller vehicles and the occasional humanoid figure on wing or jet pack. The docking platform was connected to the city proper by a bridge lined with an honor guard of samurai drone droids in two long, straight lines all bristling with an assortment of medieval and futuristic weapons.

Not having to wade through the enemy's minions was starting to look like a very pleasant alternative indeed.

"If I may ask," Michiru asked nervously, "how many of these droids do you have?"

"Gosh, I don't know the exact number," Mille exclaimed. "The factories have been churning out the new models ever since the new Emperor took charge. However, I expect he will soon have an unstoppable invasion force to lead! Isn't it fantastic!"

"Oh, it's just wonderful!" Haruka muttered darkly.