The loud trumpet fanfare rang out through the deck of the
USS Yagami, as the Captian of this Galaxy Class starship saluted the 
ambassadors from Vulcan. “Welcome aboard, Ambassador Spock.”
	Ambassador Spock, a Vulcan of 149 years nodded politely
at the brisk new captian. “This is a most impressive ship Captain
Jamison.”
	Captian Harlian Jamison nodded and motioned towards the
people standing beide him. “This is my first officer, Sarah Yamamoto.
My senior staff have not arrived yet for the Yagami’s maiden voyage.”
	Spock arched an eyebrow. “Facinating.” He then turned to
the rather large set up behind him. “This is a Universe Drive, is it not?”
	Jamison nodded. “A second generation version of the drive.
The original is on board the...”
	“USS Jurai, Captianed by Ranma Saotome, the youngest
man to gain the rank of Captian, and the second to command a
Soverign Class Starship. I have met him before.” Spock turned to the
Captian and said, “An associate is coming to accompany me on this
maiden voyage.”
	Just then, a tall woman, about twentish years of age with
wild red hair, dressed in a Command Uniform dashed up. “Sorry
about that Spock, I had to get something for Nuku. You don’t know
how hard it is to find that shop that sells authentic cat nip.”
	Spock repressed a mirthful chuckle. “At ease Commander.
Captian Jamison, this is Commander Washu Habuki, the inventor
of the Universe Drive. She is here to keep an eye on anything that
may go wrong.”
	“The Yagami is one of the top of the line ships,” Jamison
boasted. “Nothing can go wrong.”
	“Rule number one when jumping universes Captian, Always
Expect the Unexpected.” Washu interjected. “Now, I believe we have
a maiden voyage to undergo.”

***

Space... the Final Frontier

These are the voyages of the Starship Jurai
Its continuing mission, to explore strange New Worlds and Dimentions
to seek out New Life and New Civilizations...

To Boldly Go Where No One Has Gone Before

***

STAR TREK : FRACTURES

written by Shaun Garin

***

CHAPTER 1

	“Captians log, Stardate...” Ranma turned to Nuku who was at 
the Helm, piloting as always on manual. Even at warp. “Nuku, what’s 
the Date?”
	“Stardate 691125.4,” she said without turning from her 
instruments.
	“Stardate 691125.4. We are en route to Gammas IV to pick up 
Commander Habuki from Stabase 675. Luitenant Commander Atsuko
Natsume has assured me that even with her piloting on manual,” At
this, Nuku Nuku pouted, “that we will be able to reach the Starbase on
schedule. I have my doubts but after working with this crew, I know
that some things should not be taken for granted.” Ranma punched the
button to stop the log entry and he leaned back in his command chair.
“How much longer until we reach Gammas IV Con?”
	The blue skinned Bolian at the Con checked his instruments. 
“At present speed and Nuku’s driving, considering we don’t hit an 
asteroid,” Nuku casually reached out to try and whap him across the 
head but Derrin dodged casually, “and she tries to stop hitting me, Five 
Hours, Seven Minutes, and Fifteen Seconds.”
	“And I’ll get there on the exact second,” Nuku boasted.
	One thing that was immencely different from any other 
starship, was the lack of seriousness on the bridge. It unnerved many
starship captians but they knew that the casual way the crew handled
themselves was worthy of the history books. Ranma chuckled and
stood up. “Nuku, you have the bridge.”
	“Yes sir. I’ll send Yaten to kick you awake later.”
	Ranma laughed and entered the turbolift.

***

	Yaten Kou, Chief Medical Officer of the Jurai painstakingly
dripped a vial of antitoxins into the new viral containment field.
Setting down the chemicals, he upped the field strength. He stuck his
tongue out and turned the heat temperature inside the field up to twenty...
twenty one...twenty...
	“Bridge to Doctor!”
	Yaten jumped, his hand brushing across the padd. With a
snap of light and heat, the viral infection roasted and died. Yaten nearly
summoned his power to blast the offending person. He straightened
and with great dignity, slapped his commbadge. “Yaten here,” he
snarled out. “I said I wasn’t to be disturbed!”
	A light chorus of laughter rang from the bridge. “Sorry. 
Yaten, I need you up on the bridge. There’s something happening on
the planet’s surface that I think you’d like to see.”
	Yaten grumbled but said, “On my way.” His research for
the ultimate cure for the common cold was going have to wait. Duty
called.

***

	“Gammas VI, a colony M class world. It is on the outer crust 
of the Gammas System, near the Netural Zone. The inhabitants of this 
world set out a distress signal. Audio only.”
	“And that would require the assistance of the CMO...how?”
Yaten grilled, still slightly upset from being pulled away from his work.
	“See for yourself.” Nuku pressed a button.
	*Colony overrun...need help...any ship in range...NO!
Demons*fizst* Indistructable*crackle* Matches Daimon..*zap!*
Red haired man, black upside down moon...*
	Nuku pressed a button. “That’s where the transmission
ended. Gamma IV has contacted us and wants us to pick up Ambassador
Spock and Commander Washu right away.”
	Yaten nodded. “Set course for the Starbase. Full Impulse.”

***

	“We..don’t know what happened to the colony world on
Gamma VI,” the Commander of the Starbase confessed. “People were
saying something about a red haired man with an..upside down black
crecent moon on his forehead. We were hoping that someone could,
identify him from these logs we pulled from the colony.”
	He pressed a button. A still life picture of a rough looking
man with wild red hair and a black crecent moon on his forehead, and
a look of undeserved arrogance marring his sneering face. This was
probably reinforced by the dark energy ball he held in his hands.
	Yaten stared at it. “Well, he looks like someone from the 
Black Moon Family.” At the inquisitive looks, he elaborated. “The
Black Moon Family is from our universe, where in the future, most
of the world is under rule by the Monarchy of the Earth, under
the supervision of Neo Queen Serenity and King Endymion. A few
years ago before I came to earth, there was a war between the
Nemisis Planet and the Sailor Senshi. This man matches the
discription of Rubeus. An arrogant man who acomplished nearly
nothing of recognition save for having Tokyo’s biggest Alien
Ship sighting.”
	“And you think that perhaps this Rubeus is responcible
for the destruction of Gamma VI?”
	Yaten toyed with the cuffs on his uniform. “It’s a
possibility. Rubeus was never found to be totally dead, since his
body was never found by any of the police or the Senshi themselves.”
	The director nodded and said, “If you are able, can you
take some time to determine the factor in which the colony was
destroyed?”
	“Of course. Jurai out.”
	The screen flickered and Yaten sank down in the big chair.
Washu folded her arms as she sat in the Commanders chair. “So,
there’s a possibility that someone from our universe has crossed over
either unintentionally or intentionally. Got any ideas on how to solve
this one?”
	“Well, secondly, we go to Gamma VI and take scans. Then,
we crossover to our universe to see if anything is happening.”
	“And the first thing?” Nuku asked from the helm, the
ship actually on auto right now.
	“And firstly, I’m going down to Ranma’s quarters to kick
him awake.”
	“Why don’t you just change to a girl and kiss him? It’ll
work faster,” Washu teased. Yaten turned bright red in embarrasment.
	The bridge crew chuckled as one while the CMO hastily
exited the bridge.

***

	*WHACK!*
	Ranma jolted awake and flopped over. “Yaten. You die.
Now.”
	“Sorry Ran but this is important. We might have a rift
to deal with.”
	Ranma hauled his body out of the bed and within seconds,
did a chestnut clothing change. “Status?” he asked briskly.
	“We might have a left over villian from the 30th century
that Sailor Moon missed,” Yaten said, following the Captian out
of his room. “If so, then we might need to enlist some people to
help.”
	Ranma finished with his collar and stepped into the
turbolift, Yaten close behind. “Bridge.”
	Upon arriving, he asked, “Status?” and seated himself in
the big chair.
	“Approaching Gamma VI on silent running. No signs
or energy signatures on the surface.”
	“Prepare a probe for a full rotation scan. Leave nothing
to chance.” He then turned to Washu. “How long until you can
finish the repairs on the Universe Drive?”
	“My men are working on it right now,” she said,
checking her watch. “In twenty minutes.”
	“Probe ready sir,” Nuku said from the helm.
	“Launch.”
	On the holographic viewscreen, a probe was launched
and started to circle the planet. Readouts started to pour onto
the screen. “There’s signs of high energy outputs, all of a
negative state. There’s no doubt about it, there’s Black Moon
activity down there.”
	Ranma nodded. “Assemble an away team. I wa..” he
didn’t get much farther when the probe exploded. “REPORT!”
he barked.
	“The probe was destroyed by a negative energy
beam! Its turning on us!”
	“Shields at 100%,” Nog said from his station.
	“The beam is dissapearing...high levels of chroniton
radiation is building.” Washu looked up. “They’re time travelling.”
	“Follow them. Track their wormhole.”
	In front of them, a huge crystalline ship decloaked
and with a burst of blue light, dissapeared. Ranma blinked a few
times before sighing. “Great.”
	“The wormhole is being traced to Earth, Japan, 2976
AD. Crystal Tokyo.”
	“Why would the Black Moon try this again?” Yaten
asked the air. “They never suceeded the first time.”
	“Maybe they want a vacation?” Nuku joked.
	“Unlikely,” A deep baritone voice said from the
door. “My studies of the Black Moon and their frequent
encounters with the inhabitants of your universe, have pointed
out a tendancy for megalomaniacal grandeous plans.”
	“That’s right,” Ranma said, nodding to Ambassador
Spock who had stepped out of the turbolift. “The villians of
our universe usually indulge in huge plans that never come 
to fruitation.”
	“Thus, we must assume that they are doing it again.”
I suggest that in all logic, we should head towards 1995 before
the defeat of the Black Moon Family. Logic tells that they
will try to conqour the earth once again by attacking the past.”
	Ranma nodded and said, “Bridge to Engineering.”
	*O’Brien here. Captian, this bloody thing is not
responding. It’ll take a few more minutes to fix it.*
	“That’s alright Mr. O’Brien, I’ll take your word
for it.”
	*Aye. O’Brien out.*

***

	Rubeus grinned madly as he piloted the ship into the 
wormhole. The large starship in the midst of the planet was a
constant threat but there was no movement from it. He moved
his stolen ship towards the wormhole and fired his energy weapon.
	Moving towards the future would give him the time and
resourses to fight the Senshi before they destroyed him. And quite
possibly, take them out in a single orbital blow. He laughed in a
traditional megalomanical style as he went to the future of the
universe he hearled from.

***

	“O’Brien? How’s it coming?”
	*Just about finished. Two minutes.*
	“Captian? We’ve traced it to the universe in question.
No doubt about it, its our home universe.” Nuku tapped her controls
a bit. “The target, is 1995. Already there have been increased
sightings of aliens in the Tokyo/Shinjuku area. Seems like they are
trying not to encounter the senshi in this time era.”
	“Problematic.” The commlink then rang.
	*Captian, the drive is repaired. We can jump to our hearts
content now.*
	“Nuku, set a course. Standard high orbit so that no one
can find us. Activate the Cloaking Device as well.”
	With a burst of energy, the starship Jurai faded away and
reapeared atop the earth.

***

	Ami Mizuno checked her Computer. Nothing. No Black 
Moon movement ever since defeating the Wiseman. Just then, a
spike appeared for a split second before dissapearing. She didn’t
catch it at all.

***

	“I’m going down. Yaten, Washu, Nuku, you’re with me.”
	Ranma stepped into the turbolift. “Does anyone remember
the contemporary styles of this time?”

***

	“I still feel uncomfortable in these clothes.”
	Nuku Nuku adjusted her school uniform that she wore before
attending Starfleet Academy, a blue and white skirt and blouse with
a yellow tie on the front. Yaten clasped his light blue shirt together and 
tied his belt. Washu had reverted back to a twelve year old and wore 
shorts with a striped shirt with ties on the front. Ranma wore a pair of 
slacks and shirt that didn’t restrict any of his movement. He had long 
since shed his traditional pigtail and wore a trim beard with neatly 
combed hair.
	Along with their clothes went a phaser each, and a tricorder,
both small enough to fit into their pockets, and a good sized amount of
yen. False id’s also came with them.
	“Get used to it. You did say that it was just before you came
to the Tendo Dojo, right? Well then, no one would mistake you for..
well, yourself.” Yaten grinned at him.
	Ranma tightened the laces on his sneakers before standing
up. “I feel like a kid today.”
	“Well, you do look like a teenager again. How old are you
again?”
	“Twenty five.”
	“Well, I’m only ten.” Nuku posed in a models pose. “And
I look really good too.”
	“Riiight.”
	Yaten grabbed his jacket and exited. “I’ll meet you guys in
Transporter Room Two.”

***

	“Ambassador Spock? You’re coming along with us?”
	The Ambassador was dressed in a pair of black trousers and
a black tunic. He had a headband that covered his ears. It was said that
the headband was traditional, with all the time travelling the 
Ambassador did with Jim Kirk.
	“Yes. This is the first time that I will get a chance to 
experience a alternate universe. I have already equipted myself with
a tricorder and phaser.”
	“Well then, welcome aboard.”
	The Captian and the others stepped aboard. “Energize.”

***

	“Another spike. I’m getting worried.”
	Usagi looked at the miniture computer before shrugging.
“Maybe a leftover Cardian?”
	“I’m not getting anything special.”
	“Perhaps you didn’t check for familiar human signs.”
Everyone looked at Makoto in surprise. She shrugged. “Well, maybe
they’re close to human signs.”
	Ami started to tap her computer. “Hey, there’s three
human like lifesigns. But that’s about it. Nothing too important.”
	Ann, who was crossing the schoolyard, sneered at Usagi
a bit before dissapearing into the school. Usagi glared at her. “I
really don’t like her sometimes.”

***

	Setsuna, who looked on from afar, wondered. “Could it be?”
Then she shook her head. “No, its too early for them.”

***

	Ranma wandered the downtown Shinjiku area, Nuku beside
him, her tricorder out. Yaten, Washu and Ambassador Spock had
recently split from the group to descretely follow the Sailor Senshi.
	Ranma cracked open his own tricorder and checked the
readings. Just then, his combadge chirped. He slapped it with his hand.
“Ranma here.”
	*Ranma, Yaten, Ambassador Spock and I are at the site of
a alien crashlanding. Our readings show signs of recent activity,
coupled with Negative energy states. The TV shop across the street
are telling of a recent meteorite landing here.*
	“Check out the local gossip and sheets. We’ll be in touch.
Ranma out.” He closed the comlink and turned to Nuku Nuku. “What
does your data say?”
	Nuku Nuku’s ears flipped open for a second before closing
again. “The Jurai has records when Sailor Mercury downloaded a copy
of their past history into our computer. Coupled with the date and
time, I would say it is about...early 1995, and the attacks of the Doom
Tree are starting.”
	“Doom Tree?”
	“An Alien Tree, that requires love energy, and positive
energies to survive. The aliens, Earl and Ann were not destroyed, but
actually they left with a seedling of the tree. My best guess is that
Rubeus is actually trying to use the Tree to do his own dirty work.”
	“A most logical theory. Lets get over to Juuban. I think
its almost seven.”
	Nuku Nuku grinned. “School would be starting soon and...”

***

	Kyusaku Natsume returned to his work on the NK-1124.
It was a hard job but a life was depending on it. The body functioned
perfectly but the brain still needed encouragement. He weilded the
front of Nuku Nuku’s panel, her eyes closed while deactivated.
	Soon, he finished and closed up her front. Placing a sheet
over her torso, Kyusaku pressed a button and she awoke, her ears
twitching a few times. She sat up and stretched, yawning catlike.
“Meoowwwww!”
	“Morning Nuku Nuku,” Kyusaku greeted in a loud voice.
“How was your sleep?”
	“Mm, Nuku Nuku feeling great! Is today first day of
school?”
	“Hai! Go and wake up Ryunosuke!” Kyusaku turned about,
still in his shorts and undershirt, and started to work on his computer.
	Seconds later, she came into Ryu’s room, banging a spoon
on the cast iron pan. “Ryunosuke! Time to get up!”
	She tossed the pan behind her head and pulled his sheets
away, leaving a barely awake ten year old coverless. She smiled cutely
and spun the sheets quickly, folding them up. She then pulled a
toothbrush from her apron and handed it to him.

***

	Nuku’s ears twitched and her mechanical battle ears opened 
up for a split second as she heard a sound that she knew all too well. 
Ranma was about to take a step into the road when she grabbed him 
and yanked hard. “WATCH IT!”
	Ranma’s foot was nearly crushed as a girl zipped along the
road, a screaming boy holding on for dear life. Nuku’s eyes popped
open in shock. “That was me!”
	Ranma got over his shock and peered down at the dustcloud.
“Oh yeah. Do you remember this day?”
	Nuku nodded. “Yes. It was my first day of school. It ended
as I landed in a woodpile, breaking enough logs to make firewood.”
She grinned cutely. “It was pretty fun!”
	“Cats,” he said, shaking his head in amusement. He tapped
his commbadge and said, “Ranma to Yaten.”
	*Yaten here.*
	“How’s things?”
	*About the same. We took a train to Nerima. Hey, did ya
know that Nuku’s active at this time period?*
	Ranma laughed. “She buzzed you, didn’t she.”
	*Kinda hard to miss. She nearly ran Ambassador Spock
over. It was the closest to spooked that we’ve seen him Captian. We’re 
headed to Furinkian. Just to check if Rubeus has attacked the area.*
	“Right. Ranma out.”

***

	“Rubeus,” the Wiseman rose from the holographic floor
to look at the red head. Arrogiant as ever, he stood proudly, the
black moon on his forehead. “I sence a disturbance. The inhabitants
of Crystal Tokyo may be launching a counterstrike.”
	Soon, four girls slid out of the mirrors. The four sisters.
The first, a tall black haired woman stepped forward. “Rubeus, may
we head down to Tokyo?”
	Before Rubeus started to speak, a man materialized in the
vincinity of the ship. He was tall, red haired, a scar marring the
Black Moon sigil. He wore silver clothing, his hair cut in a bowl
shape, two earrings in his ears. The silver clothing was actually a
cross between armor and a uniform, a insignia on his left arm. He
had a lethal looking sidearm, and a dagger in his belt. He sneered
down at them, drawing gasps from the assembled people. “Pathetic.
Why should you attack Crystal Tokyo? Why not attack it in
the past, en masse?”
	The past Rubeus stepped forward. “Who’re you imposter?!”
	Rubeus threw his head back and laughed. “I’m AM Rubeus!
A few dozen years older but you nonethertheless. Right now I can
summon battleships. Warriors from another dimention to help us
conqour the earth!” Catsy moved to stop him with a ball of flame but
he drew the weapon in a smooth motion and fired it. She fell to the
ground, stunned. “Anyone else wish to try their luck?” he jested before
flicking the setting from STUN to KILL in a single motion.
	Birdy stepped forward before the man. “I speak for my
sisters.... We pledge our alliegance...”
	Rubeus grinned and with a sweep of his hand, three gracefully
curved ships, all marked with the Romular Star Empire symbol, appeared
in the front and Romulan Troops started to beam down, detaining many
of the citizens of the Black Moon. He grinned and teleported into the
Throne room, and grandly sat down.
	Prince Diamond glared at him, while his arms were restrained
by the Romulans. “RUBEUS!” he shouted, “What is the meaning of this?!”
	Rubeus leaned back and crossed his legs. “Well, I believe that
circumstances force us to choose a new leader. And I pick...ME!” He
laughed and straighted. “The Boogyman, is taking over!”
	Diamond wrenched a hand free and hurled an energy bolt at
him. Rubeus lazily knocked it aside and changed his setting from kill
to heavy stun. He raised it and fired. Diamond reeled in pain from the
Disruptor fire and collapsed heavily on the ground. “Sub-Commander
Stron, make sure that everything and everyone is locked down. We’re
headed to 1995.”
	The Romulan saluted and exited, two others dragging
Diamond’s prone body away.
	In the shadows, Emerald watched intently. They had Diamond.
But she was a wildcard. She vanished from sight, just as Rubeus turned
his head towards her location.

***

	In a small alley just outside of Nerima’s infamous Furinkian
High School, a team of men materialized. One was distinctly irish,
wearing civilian clothing. Another was a tall black man, his proud
bearing dignified. He wore a simple tunic and pants. The third was
a nondiscript man who looked like he was on his first run. He was
also black.
	Chief O’Brien, formerly of Deep Space Nine, stole a glance
at Captian Benjamin Sisko, who stood, his hands folded behind his back.
His son Jake also stood with him.
	About four months ago, after the Dominion War had ended,
the Captian had taken up residence with the Wormhole Prophets. His
son Jake and his wife Cassidy, stayed there until two hours ago, Sisko
had appeared, in what seemed to be his own violation with his son in
tow.
	O’Brien shook his head and tapped his combadge. “O’Brien
to Kou.”
	*Go ahead.*
	“Yaten, can you tell us where you are on the surface?”
	“We’re right behind you.” O’Brien jumped and spun about.
	“Don’t DO THAT!” he exclaimed.
	Yaten shrugged and looked at him. And then at Captian
Sisko. He blinked twice. “Captian Sisko?”
	“That would be me,” he replied, his voice a deep Baritone.
“This is my son Jake.”
	“Captian, this IS an honor but why are you here?”
	“The Prophets sent me.”
	Washu shook her head in amusement. “Those guys... never
stopping, do they?”
	“Indeed. I belived you to be in the Wormhole for an estimated
two more months Captian,” Ambassador Spock chimed in from behind
them. “So far, your appearance has led us to conclude that the Prophets
are interested in our success.”
	“That’s about the size of it,” he admitted. “The Prophets
would be very anxious if someone from this universe came storming in
through the Temple. It might not make a good future reference.”
	“I see where you’re getting at. I think we’d better get Ranma
here as well.”
	“I still can’t believe he made Captian so quickly,” Sisko and
Jake said in unison.

***

	Kasumi Tendo wiped her hands on her apron while moving
towards the ringing chime of the doorbell. As she opened it, there stood
two people, a teenaged girl, possibly in her late teens, early twenties,
and another, a trim cut man, about six foot with neatly cut hair and a
trim beard. Both were wearing normal styles, each with medallions on
their chests on the left side. “Hello,” she greeted innocently. “Welcome
to the Tendo Dojo.”
	“Gooday miss,” the man said, bowing, “I’m Ran Natsume,
and this is Atsuko Natsume. We just wished to know if there has been
any distrubances in the area.”
	“Goodness no,” Kasumi exclaimed. “Please, come in.” She
opened the door, Ranma and Nuku stepping through into the yard. It
was a mess. Signs of a recent battle were lingering. “I’m sorry about
the mess,” she appologized, “But there was a battle here recently.”
	“Anything we can do to help?” Nuku asked quickly.
	“No, unless you two are good with your hands then the wall
might need patching up.”
	Ranma grinned. “Miss, we’d be honored to fix whatever is
needed.”

***

	“You just HAD to say that, didn’t you?” Nuku groused while
slamming a nail into the roof with an open palm.
	Ranma wiped his forehead and opened his jacket. “Calm down.
This’ll give us an idea if something is different in this timeline. If or
when something goes wrong in Nerima...”
	“Which usually happens several times a week,” Nuku groused.
	“... we can make sure it’s not related to Rubeus or anyone
else.” Ranma finished hammering the nails in and sat up. “Finished. Lets
go tell Kasumi-chan we’re finished.”
	When Ranma and Nuku climbed down from the roof, Kasumi
came out with hot steaming tea blends. “I hope you both like Darjiling
Tea.”
	Nuku took the tea and sipped it. Not bad. Actually, it was
pretty good. Not as good as Tarkalian Tea but good all together.
	Ranma warmed his hands on the mug since the weather had
grown cold. He just hoped it didn’t rain. The last thing they needed was
a girl in an oversized set of clothes. “Thank you for your hospitality,”
he said after taking a sip of the tea.
	Kasumi blushed modestly before saying, “Of course. Would
you like to stay for dinner?”
	Nuku’s ears, her real ones, wiggled a bit as the sounds of
arguing and pain echoed from behind the gate. She tugged on Ranma’s
sleeve and whispered, “someone’s coming home.”
	Ranma stood and bowed. “I’m sorry but we really must go
now.”
	“Oh please stay,” Kasumi said, “I’m making Syuyaki tonight.”
	Ranma felt his mouth water. Not now. “Well, I’m not sure.
We really need to...”
	Just then, the wall burst open, and a female droid, plus two
more, all dressed in skimpy roses for coverings, stood and fired several
roses at them. Ranma reacted first, grabbing both Kasumi and Nuku.
He leapt to the side and let Kasumi down. Nuku jumped into the fray,
kicking one in the side and rolling about, pulling out her phaser. She
pressed the firing button and a beam of orange light struck a droid. It
hissed and fired a volley of roses.
	Ranma said, “Stay here,” and pulled out his own phaser,
making a straffing run, his phaser sending short Amaguriken shots.
	Nuku Nuku pressed the phaser again but suddenly, a rose
became imbedded in the front. She tossed it aside with a curse and her
ears popped out. “Nuku Nuku punch!” she screamed, knocking one into
the wall where it made a lovely crater.
	“Nuku Nuku kickkkk!” Another went into the ground, half
buried from the strength of her stomping kick.
	Ranma started to take on the third one, letting more bolts
of energy from his phaser. He ducked and rolled away from thorny
vine whip and pressed the trigger. The end sparkled. “Damn! Not now!”
He tossed it aside and cupped his hands.
	“Mouko Takabisha!”
	Ranma turned about to see his younger self, standing with
glowing hands. “No one dangers Kasumi!” he roared before launching
into the fray with a shout of “Katchu Tenshin Amaguriken!”
	Several hundred attacks were beat on a droid before it back
handed the martial artist into the walls of the dojo.
	Akane moved to get Kasumi into safety but suddenly, a
wave of plantlife rocketed towards her and the older Tendo.
	The older Ranma saw this, and started to run.
	Nuku Nuku turned from her work and her eyes widened.
“Captian!”
	Ranma threw himself in front of the attack and called upon
a forbidden technique. “Kinjin Rashu Dan!”
	The vaccum blades sliced the attack to ribbons and he 
followed it up with a decapitating blow with a cry of “Mouko Kumon 
Ha!”
	Genma saw this and his mouth dropped open. “What?!”
	The droid crumbled into moon dust and two were left.
	Nuku Nuku footballed another into the stratosphere and
let loose with her intergral photon palm guns. The blue energies
ripped through the ionized air before blowing the droid to dust.
	The third droid hissed out, “Rubeus sends his regards,”
before a cry of “Mouko Takabisha,” echoed out and it was turned
into dust.
	The older Ranma stood up from his kneeling position and
said, “lets get outta here.”
	He stood up but before he and Nuku could move, they
were surrounded by Martial Artists.
	Akane pushed her way towards the girl and jabbed a finger
into her chest. “What the hell was that?!” she demanded.
	Ranma did the same with his older counterpart. “Likewise!”
	Before the mob could escalate into a riot, a aged voice
cut into their thoughts. “Calm down everyone!”
	Cologne had pogooed into the dojo.
	She stopped before Nuku Nuku and said, “NK-1124, I
presume? And my old son-in-law?”

***

	“The Sisko is wise..”
	“He is not ready...”
	“He will be...”
	“What about our other champion?”
	“Are they ready?”
	“Don’t worry your little heads about that,” chimed in a
new voice to the prophets. Turning about, there was a man, dressed
in a loose blue and white tunic, leather bracers the color of clear 
water, loose pants, also blue, and wore brown leather shoes. His black
hair was swept back in a new style of a somewhat spikey hairstyle,
revealing three golden marks of triangles on his face. His slender
forarms showed intergral metal and his eyes were actually glossy, in a
Priss Asagiri way. “They’ll do alright.”
	To the side, a small black cat grinned. “This is not my
concern, ya know.”
	“Of course I know that,” he groused before conjouring up 
a screen in front of them. “But this time, we’re ready. After all,
this is for the multiverse.”
	The entity of mischef snorted. “As you wish man but
keep your interfearance low key, alright?”
	The other just grinned manically as he turned to watch
the forboding carnage about to take place. “A Transformer IS discrete
ya know.”

***

	Ranma circled his older doppleganger intently before saying,
“Who the hell are you?”
	The older version sighed. “Elder Cologne, can you tell this
jackass who I am?”
	The elderly woman seemed to grin maniacally before saying,
“You, are Captian Ranma Saotome of the Federation Starship Jurai.
She is Luitenant Commander Atsuko Natsume, also of the Jurai. Don’t
worry about the temporal mechanics you two, it’ll fill itself sooner or
later.”
	“Ranma! Sneaking around with other women?!” Ryoga lifted
his hand to pound the older one into the ground but Nuku fired a blaze
of blue energy from her palm, incinerating his belt, bandanas (yes, all
100 of them) and his umbrella.
	“Uh uh uh,” she admonished, waggling a finger, “It’s not nice
to hit someone of his rank.”
	Akane’s mallet, Ukyou’s spatula, two bonbouri, a whole mess
of hidden weapons, ribbons and such, and a bokken were systematically
shredded as Nuku revved up her internal force pulse generators, and blasted
the weapons into nothing.
	Now, the author would just like to say that nearly ninety
percent of the Ranma 1/2 crew can’t fight a damn without out weapons.
This includes Kuno, Akane, Ukyou and Mousse. Actually, the only REAL
threat is Ryoga, and to a lesser extent, Shampoo.
	Nuku shut off her force generators and straightened her clothes,
while picking up her phaser. “Captian, lets get out of here.”
	Ranma leveled a glare at most of them before picking up his
own phaser and he and Nuku leapt over the wall. A sound echoed behind
the wall and when the others had exited through the hole in the wall,
they were gone.
	Cologne smiled knowingly. It was coming. Setsuna wasn’t the
only one who knew about future events.

***

	“Status?”
	The blue skinned Bolian who worked Comm, swivelled in his
chair and reported. “We maintained a high orbit, the cloaking fields are
up, and there’s nothing that indicates a dimentional or time crossover.”
	Ranma sunk into his chair, and straightened his leather jacket.
With a swift motion, he tossed the empty phaser into a waiting recharge
bin and the bin hummed to life. “Nuku, contact Washu. I stil have a bad
feeling about this whole situation.”
	“Captian,” this was Luietanant Wilde at security. “We had
a visitor a few hours ago when you were on the planet. Captian Sisko
and his son Jake appeared out of nowhere and went down with O’Brien.”
	Ranma shot up in his chair and spun about. “Ben?!” he nearly
shouted in shock.
	“Opening comlink now. Jurai to Washu.”
	*Washu here. Good to see you got through everything in one
piece. Tokyo is a madhouse. Captian Sisko is here also.*
	“Ben,” Ranma said, opening his own link. “I suspect that the
Prophets are concerned?”
	*Very,* came the deep baritone voice. *We’ll head up there
now. Sisko out.*
	Within a bright flash of light, Washu, Yaten, Jake, Ben,
Spock and Miles appeared. Ranma whistled. “Nice manouver Ben.”
	“Thanks. The Prophets are concerned that if the Black Moon
Family try to crossover, they will pass through the Celestrial Temple
in an attempt to control the Wormhole. Thus, we can not let them
take over this earth.”
	“And if they take over this world, we won’t exist and a hundred
different things won’t happen. Washu, organize four teams to keep an
eye on a certian part of Tokyo and the surrounding area. I’ll take command
of the Nerima Team, Nuku, the central Tokyo-Shinjuku area, Yaten,
you have the Juuban area and Washu, you keep an eye on Nippon. No doubt
they’ll try and take out everyone when they aren’t at their peak.”