[Ranma][FanFic] Biker 1/2 chapter 20
Calum Wallace
Come on, tell me what I'm supposed to be disclaiming. My memory can be like
a sieve at times... Ranma 1/2? Oh yeah. Well, it's not my fault.
Words in "<this>" kind of brackets are spoken in Cantonese. Those in
"{this}" are in wolf-speak.
Chapter 20: The Shit hits the Fan
"So be it / Threaten no more / To secure peace is to prepare for war. So be
it / Settle the score / Touch me again for the words that you'll hear
forevermore"
Metallica, 轡on't Tread On Me'
"The first battle of Nerima was a key turning point in the history of the
Amerai peoples of Japan; their traditional secrecy was cast aside in the
pursuit of victory at any cost. From that day on nothing would ever be the
same, and the revelation of the truth to the masses was only a matter of
time." - Dr. Minako Shima, 卦he Hidden People' published June 2016 by Lupus
Press, a subsidiary of Saotome-Tendo Enterprise.
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Akane glared at the concrete sidewalk as she slouched down the street. The
whole shapeshifting business had her thoroughly disturbed and she had the
茎omething's going to happen' feeling to boot.
She looked up at the wall, not really seeing anything.
"Why me..."
Being a wall, it didn't reply. Akane shook her head.
"Talking to myself - I must be going nuts."
She found a bench - actually a bus stop - and sat down, put her head in her
hands and began to think aloud.
"When... I wonder who's going to be next? Me? Ryoga? Nabiki?"
She felt for a cigarette then muttered an angry curse as she remember she
was a non-smoker for the next eight months.
"Damnit, Ranma - this is all your fault." She found her packet of chewing
gum and started munching away. It wasn't the same but it helped her think.
*Will I fly off the handle? Ranma did. Shampoo did. I should ask Dad... I
wonder, did Kasumi know about this? No, she was really shocked when Akira
told us.*
A car rumbled past. She looked up and watched it's tail lights fade into the
gathering dusk.
"Hoo, man... why me?"
Her sharp ears caught the mechanical 茎lide-chunk' of a handgun being
charged. She stood up and put her hands in her pockets.
*What the hell?*
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The Conservative Amazon warrior named Viper couldn't believe her luck. She
charged her handgun and nodded to her squadmates.
The battle in Joketsuzo had taught the Conservative Amazons a sharp lesson -
bullets don't distinguish between the honourable and the honourless. So her
gun carried a full magazine of wolfsbane tipped slugs.
And now she was looking at one of the Clan Saotome group who had
precipitated the civil war during their short and violent visit to
Joketsuzo.
She jumped off her wall.
"You die, Saotome bitch!"
Akane had long practised her quick draw techniques. Her .44 Magnum's were
out of her pockets before Viper had time to blink. The two guns roared and
Viper staggered back with blood coming out of her mouth.
Akane snorted. "Now who's dead?"
She heard a slight sound behind her - a piece of gravel being kicked. She
snapped her guns round and fired under her armpits. Someone made the
sickening choking noise of a person who's lungs were filling with blood.
Fully alert now, Akane stepped into a patch of shadow. She reloaded her guns
and started scanning for new targets.
Something moved in another patch of shadow. Her guns roared again and an
Amazon fell forwards out of the darkness. She recognised this Amazon - it
was the woman who started shooting first in Joketsuzo.
*Oh man - it's Cow Lone's crew*
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Kodachi downshifted as the corner came up and leaned her Bandit into it. A
wide grin spread across her face as her kneeslider skittered across the
tarmac.
Her headlamp caught a woman falling into the road. Another couple of people
with guns were firing wildly at a darting figure in a trenchcoat who was
having a lot more success in shooting her enemies. A figure she recognised.
"Akane?"
Akane dived left then right as a single headlamp swept over and highlighted
her, backlighting the last of the small group of Amazons. She leapt onto the
wall and snapped another speed loader of ammo into her .44 then let fly the
six rounds at her final enemy. The Amazon staggered back into the glass door
of a phone box. Another batch of ammo in, fire. The glass exploded as the
heavy bullets pounded their target through it. Her danger sense screamed at
her and she ducked forwards then spun round, bringing her foot up in a sweep
kick as she did so. It connected with another Amazon's ribs producing a
meaty thud. She slammed another speed loader into place and snapped the
pistol closed.
A black Suzuki Bandit skidded to a halt at the base of the wall. Akane saw
an Amazon she had earlier shot moving to slash it's back tire. She cracked
off a couple of shots at the woman. One clipped the bike's tail light
causing it to go out in a spray of transparent red plastic.
The rider clumsily shoved her visor open with the back of her left hand,
revealing an aristocratic face which was presently wearing a shocked
expression.
"Akane? What in the world is happening?"
"Kodachi! I've got to get back to the house, fast!" Akane fired another
couple of shots at one of the Amazons who had started to get up. "Goddamnit,
stay down willya!"
Kodachi looked shocked at her language. "Get on the back, I'll take you
there."
"Thanks."
Voices were shouting in Chinese from up the street. Akane swung onto the
back of Kodachi's bike. Kodachi heaved it's bars to full lock and stuck her
left foot out. She gassed the engine while slipping the clutch and the back
wheel spun up, sliding the back of the bike round. Akane wrapped one arm
round the other girl, tugged a Desert Eagle out of her pocket and started
blasting shots off down the street towards where the voices were coming
from. A scream told her at least one bullet had found it's mark.
Kodachi went wide eyed, gunned her bike up and raced off back the way she'd
come from, Akane clinging to her back and still shooting.
Viper staggered to her feet as the bike tore away. She grabbed her other
handgun out of her belt and tried to get a bead on the bike as it raced away
but it darted round a corner before she could aim.
"Damn!"
Three of her fellow Amazons sprinted up as the others began to get up. Two
of them were in Battle form and the third was in human form and clutching
her shoulder.
"Viper! What happened?"
"A Saotome warrior... she isn't much of a martial artist but she sure knows
how to use her damn guns!"
"Shit. Looks like we attack tonight, then."
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Akira carefully got to his feet.
"Goddamnit, how did that boy get so damn strong!"
Mi Soon sighed and shook her head. "So what was he shouting about, then?"
"That? If he was talking about the conversation I remember, well - I got a
bit pissed off with his father. Young Genma is getting as bloody minded as
his son... funny, after what I had Genma do I thought Ranma would hate his
guts."
Mi Soon stared at him. "You *what*? For fuck sake, what have you done this
time, bro? Why the hell make a father mistreat his son? I've never heard
anything so stupid in my damn life!"
Akira groaned. "Et tu, Brutus... what the heck?"
A camouflaged Hummvee had just pulled up outside the Tendo's driveway.
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Mu Tze stared at the canvas and ground his teeth. He looked back at his arm.
It was made of scar from shoulder to elbow. He clenched and unclenched his
fists, wincing at spikes of pain from his damaged arm.
Reattached. That's what Mi Soon told him.
He shuddered.
"{Am I one of them?}"
Someone snorted from the tailgate of the truck. "{One of them, Mu Tze? Well,
your mother is a werewolf, your father was a weretiger... guess what, you're
Amerai. Don't worry, almost all your friends and relations are. Well, not
that you exactly have many friends the way you carry on.}"
He sat up and glared at the speaker. "{Get fucked, Lin-Lin. That fucking
Ranma Saotome character is a fucking monster and you know it as well as I
do!}"
Lin-Lin snorted. "{Bite me, kid. You've done some pretty stupid stuff in
your time, but I must say throwing a combine harvester at a werewolf who's
about to learn how to shapeshift is the stupidest. Anyway, it was Xian Pu's
choice... if he's a monster so is she. She told me she went for someone's
throat when she First Changed. Ranma stopped her apparently.}"
"{Shove off, willya? I don't want or need your bullshit. We aren't in
Joketsuzo any more so forget about giving me any damn orders! I'm going to
get even with that Saotome bastard and there's nothing you or anyone else
can do to stop me.}"
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Ranko made a face. "Eww! That is so sick, Mortise!"
Mortise shrugged. "Well, you did ask."
Nabiki snorted.
Ranko put her feet on the table. "Yeah, but sometimes it's best not to
answer!"
"Look, why did you ask me if vampires have snot if you didn't want to know?"
The doorbell rang. Nabiki set her laptop down and went to answer it.
She found four Amazons, two soldiers and a man in a business suit who she
recognised.
"Colonel! What brings you here?"
The suited man bowed. "Good evening, Nabiki. We need to talk and I don't
trust phone lines not to be bugged."
"Okay, okay. Come on in - but leave the squaddies outside."
The Colonel nodded and turned to his men.
"Wait at the Hummvee, boys. I may take a while, so relax."
The two soldiers nodded. "Yes, sir."
They and their attendant Amazons disappeared into the gloom.
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Akira watched the two soldiers with some interest.
"Curious. I know that suit."
"What, the guy who stayed inside - right?"
"Yes. He used to serve with the Special Forces - Genma's younger sister
Dajiko is in his unit. She invited him and the squad back for a party one
time... I think his name's Katsuhiro Honda."
"I've heard that name. The special forces connection makes sense - he's
supposed to be in charge of the paranormal operations division. I remember
meeting him at some conference or another - something to do with demon
hunters, I think. He's a sharp lad - he figured that half the people in the
place were supernaturals. He was the only human who managed to work it out."
"Would that have been the conference in Hong Kong four years ago? I sent a
couple of my people there - they did notice something to do with the JSDF
now you mention it."
"Ah yes, that was the one. I remember several brawls between your people and
mine; they just wouldn't behave."
A black Suzuki Bandit 600 ridden by two girls - one obviously Akane - zoomed
through the gateway. Akira turned his attention to it.
"Odd. Akane looks pretty shaken up."
"Yes, there's quite a fear scent coming off of both of them. I smell
trouble."
They stared at each other for a few moments then stood up and headed for the
house.
Akane swung off of Kodachi's bike.
"HEADS UP! WE'RE ABOUT TO BE ATTACKED!"
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Nabiki rolled her eyes. She and Colonel Honda were sat in her bedroom.
"Colonel, I have this situation as under control as it can get. The Amazons
intend to stay in Japan if at all possible. And killing Japanese citizens
would rapidly make that impossible. They are not stupid."
"I figured that much, Ms. Tendo. But we've got to look at facts here.
Firstly, somewhere between ninety and 100 percent of First Change Amerai go
into a frenzy. There are - what - sixty odd pre First Change shapeshifters
camped in your back garden. Now that is what I call a situation waiting to
develop."
"We already have that covered, Colonel. Surely you know the effect of
wolfsbane on a shapeshifter?"
Honda paused. "Well, yes. I also know they're loathe to use it for any
reason."
"I'm told that is a tradition, Honda. The Amazons who are, as you put it,
camped in my back garden are in the process of getting rid of as many stupid
traditions as possible. Amerai First under three conditions - extreme fear,
rage or injury. They have to have matured enough that their - how can I put
it - shapeshifting equipment is on line. I'm told it starts to form in early
adolescence, but there's some vestige of it there from birth. Even pre
change shapeshifters heal a lot faster than humans. Wolfsbane knocks out
their conscious control of their shapeshifting ability - the effect can be
likened to cocaine only in reverse. It blocks outgoing signals to the
necessary nerve cells."
Honda nodded. "I know that much. After all, half a dozen Amerai serve in my
unit. They're excellent soldiers - I've seen one of them take eighty 7.62
bullets and he was still going strong. Hell, antipersonnel weapons just
pissed him off."
Nabiki snorted and fished a Beretta out of the back of her trousers. She
dropped the clip out and showed him the slug.
"Honda, you are such a dunce. Seal a blob of wolfsbane juice into the tip of
a hollowpoint round with wax. It basically knocks the target Amerai's
capabilities down to a human level. We still regenerate at the same rate but
it stops us shapeshifting."
"We? You mean you're Amerai?"
"Yup. I haven't gone through First yet but it's only a matter of time. My
brother in law has - just the other day, in fact. Dad's always looked the
same age ever since I can remember so I'd assume he has too - we stop aging
when we First."
Honda whistled. "You mean Amerai are immortal?"
"Take Akira Saotome. He's something like three thousand years old."
"You mean THE Akira Saotome? Head of the Saotome clan?"
"That's the one, though I gather he ain't going to be clan head much
longer."
Somebody banged on the door. It was apparently Ranma since he then shouted
at them.
"Hey! Nabiki! Th' shit just hit th' fan!"
Nabiki jumped up and banged the door open. Sure enough Ranma was on the
other side of it. He was half dressed and looked agitated.
"Akane just got jumped by a bunch o' Cow Lone's goons - Kodachi wuz blattin'
an' got her outta there but sure as shit an' pigs there's gonna be trouble."
He handed her a M16 and a bandoleer of ammo clips. "Ya stick in th' house,
huh? Ya ain't much o' a fighter, huh? Don't worry, Mi Soon's gettin' th'
Amazons on guard an' Akane's riggin' th' guns. Them slugs're Wolfsbane 蛍ns
- don't hit any o' our crowd, huh? Try ta keep outta trouble an' only start
shootin' if ya hafta."
Nabiki snorted. "Ranma, I live here too. I'm going to do my damnedest to
ventilate any Conservative Amazon freak or creep who tries messing with my
fucking family. Got it?"
Ranma rolled his eyes then grinned and nodded. "Fair enuf. Keep in cover,
though. I may be fast enuf ta wreck people's aim but ya ain't an' Akane'd
kill me if I let ya get shot up." He finally noticed Honda. "Um, scuse me
but who th' fuck are you?"
"Ranma, this is Colonel Honda, JSDF. Colonel, this is my brother in law
Ranma Saotome. Ranma's the heir to the Saotome school of Anything Goes
martial arts. This guy took on three Amerai before he'd First Changed and he
won."
Honda extended a hand for Ranma to shake. Ranma paused, grinned again and
shook hands with the Colonel.
"Well, I'm glad to be on the same side as you, Ranma."
"I wish it wasn't a case o' takin' sides, man. But a guy's gotta do what a
guy's gotta do - ya know th' deal."
Honda paused. To his experienced eye Ranma had that unmistakable air of
toughness only seen in combat veterans.
"Yeah. Ain't easy but that's just the way it is."
"Ya got a shooter?"
"Only my service pistol."
"Right. What sorta gun'd ya like?"
"FN-FAL if you've got one."
"I think we got a couple. Mosta us use AK's but Akane's gotten all sorts o'
gear lyin' around. Sure ya wouldn't be better wiv a machine gun? Battle
rifles are all so good but they ain't gotten th' punch o' a M60."
"You have that kind of firepower?"
"We got better but that's the heaviest gear what nobody grabbed.Akane's
gotten th' bazooka an' Ryoga's gotten th' minigun. I think she's fallin' in
love wiv th' fuckin' thing. Nobody else can pick up th' 25mm cannon an' th'
rest o' us can't handle th' two .50's an' run around at th' same time so th'
Amazons're settin' 憩m up. Hey, th' more firepower th' merrier. Ya shoulda
seen Mortise grin when he saw th' flamethrower - it wuz like, love at first
sight."
"Fucking hell... Okay, give us a couple of light machine guns and that FAL.
This bedroom window has a nice view of the street... how do we distinguish
between good guys and bad guys? Especially in the dark?"
"Well, th' streetlights ain't out. Our crew're dressed in camo kit. Well,
that or leathers. I'm expectin' th' bad guys ta be wearin' their Chinese
kit. An' I ain't talkin' CCCP army gear, I'm talkin' traditional gear wiv a
few changes. Akane said th' ones who jumped her wuz wearin' Chinese civvies
an' totin' AK's."
"Gotcha."
"Right, I'll send someone up wiv th' guns. Stick here an' take care o'
yerselves."
He dashed back downstairs. Nabiki and Honda looked at each other for a
moment.
"You'd better call the JGSDF, Colonel."
"I think you're right." Honda grabbed the phone.
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Ranma glanced round the garden. "Right. Stick a few snipers an' one o' th'
..50's on th' roof o' th' workshop. Somebody take a couple o' M60's an' that
FAL up ta Nabiki. Hey! Ya over there - get yer fuckin' camo on!"
The last was yelled at a figure in a T-shirt and jeans. The figure glanced
round and ducked into one of the trucks only to emerge a few moments later
hastily pulling a camouflage jacket on. Ranma's attention was long since
diverted by Nabiki dashing out of the house. "Ranma! They've cut the fucking
phone lines!"
"Shit! Ya tried mobiles?"
"Jammed. Same with the short wave radio. We can't get messages in or out!"
Honda burst out of the house with a hastily scribbles note in his hand. He
dashed over to the Hummvee and handed it to one of the soldiers.
"You two take this to HQ. Give it directly to Lieutenant Otomo. If you don't
I'll have your guts for garters. Don't stop for anything or anyone until you
get to the base and take no notice of any damn speed laws. Understood?"
The two men nodded. "Yes sir." The one in the passengers seat frowned.
"Shouldn't one of us stay with you, sir?"
"No. I have every reason to believe somebody's going to try to shoot you up
on the way. Keep your lights off until you hit the freeway. Don't stop or
slow down unless the Hummvee's shot from under you, in which case steal the
first car you can grab. That is an order and if anyone doesn't like it they
can talk to me later."
The two soldiers nodded again and the Hummvee drove off.
Akira wasn't taking the news of being incommunicado quite so well.
"Phones down? PHONES fucking DOWN? WHAT DO YOU MEAN PHONES DOWN!"
Ranma kicked him in the head. "Can it, shit-fer-brains."
Mi Soon rolled her eyes. "I want a werebird volunteer over here now!"
Two Amazons dashed over from separate directions. Akira sighed and wrote a
couple of notes.
"Okay. Do you girls know where Saotome HQ is?"
Both nodded. Akira handed one note to the nearest of the two. "Take that
directly there."
He turned to the other. "There's a black Dodge van parked near Nerima-ku
railway station; it's quite distinctive since it has military style roof
hatches. Take this note to the van."
The girl nodded. "Gotcha. I'm on my way."
She darted off into the darkness hard on the other's heels.
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Mu Tze glared around the camp. He was now dressed in camouflage gear - as
were the rest of the Amazons.
*The nerve of that Saotome bastard! Bawling at me like he expects me to take
orders! I'm gonna make that bastard pay!*
The fact Ranma hadn't recognised him when he yelled to put on camouflage
never crossed the angry youth's mind.
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Akane carefully placed the last ammo clip on the table.
"Well, that's that done. Thankyou, everyone."
Mao Xing stretched. "Back be stiff..." His back clicked noisily.
Kodachi sat back and scratched her head.
"Hmm. So - would you mind telling me what it is with the wolfsbane? Surely
you aren't expecting to be attacked by a horde of werewolves?"
She blinked when nobody laughed. Akane sighed.
"You got it in one, Kodachi."
"You mean to say you believe in such creatures?"
"Kodachi, I AM a werewolf. I haven't learnt to shapeshift yet, but it's only
a matter of time. Ranma has. Shampoo has."
"Ranma? A monster? I don't-"
"We are not monsters! We are people just as much as humans. It's not what
species or race you are that decides whether or not you are a monster; it's
how you treat other people. A human like Stalin is just as much a monster as
a werewolf like Kou Loun or Akira."
Kodachi bowed her head. "I spoke out of turn... please accept my apology."
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Nodoko swung her rig into the street the Tendo's was on. She carefully eased
the massive machine past the corner and pulled up across the way from the
house.
Armed people in combat fatigues scurried every which way. Nodoko frowned and
picked up her katana. She thrust it's sheath through her belt and climbed
out of the massive Kenworth's cab.
A figure dashed across the street to meet her. "Mum! Ya gotta get outta
here!"
"Ranma? What in the world is going on?"
"We're gonna be fuckin' attacked any time now! Fuckin' nutball Chinese
werewolves, Mum. It's gonna be fuckin' nasty."
"Werewolves? You mean Joketsuzo Amerai? So they're finally facing down the
Saotome clan."
"Ya know about this crap? I thought Mister Akira Hitler didn't think humans
were worth tellin' or botherin' with!"
"Oh, Akira and your father didn't tell me anything, Ranma. It was my father
who told me... when he gave me my clan's honour blade. A long time ago the
Moroboshi clan was charged with protecting Japan from the depredations of
dopplegangers from the Korean peninsula. In the following centuries we-"
"Tell me th' story some other time, Mum. Ya gotta get outta here an' I got a
battle ta fight. Worry about-"
"Ranma, as the heir and champion of the Moroboshi line it is my duty to
fight any supernaturals who endanger my country. I took up trucking as an
excuse to get around Japan. This area is about to be attacked by
werecreatures, ergo I am staying and I will fight. End of story."
Ranma frowned. "Well - okay. It's yer decision but I'd be happier if ya were
well away from here. Ya should leave fightin' ta professionals. This is
gonna be a shootin' war, Mum. Ya sure ya want ta be involved? I mean, ya use
that katana, right? How're ya gonna keep from gettin' blasted ta hamburger
meat?"
Nodoko snorted. "Firearms are the least of my worries, son. Now get out the
damn way - I'm going to block half this street."
"Er - how?"
"Ranma, I drive a forty foot artic. The back's loaded with sheet steel
rolls. That should provide some fairly substantial cover for your friends."
She climbed back into her truck and jackknifed it's trailer across the
street. Having done so she disconnected it from her tractor unit and parked
that square in the street in the other direction. The Amazons immediately
saw what this did and large numbers of them vanished under and into the two
halves of the truck.
Ranma nodded. "Nice one, Mum. I gotta dash - I gotta check out th' defences
th' other side o' th' house. Okay if we weld some o' that steel sheet ta yer
tractor?"
"Good idea."
Ranma grinned then dashed off shouting instructions. A tight knot of Amazons
ran for the two halves of the truck with oxy-acetylene torches.
Nodoko sighed.
"I suppose I'll have to repaint my truck after this."
She stalked over to the tractor and started telling the Amazon engineers how
to do their job.
Ranma dashed back to Mi Soon's truck and swung over the tailgate.
"Well, looks like we're as ready as we're gonna get."
Mi Soon nodded. "Good. Now we wait."
"Yeah."
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Mao Xing checked the clip in his AK47 again despite the fact that it had
been okay the last six times he checked it. He snapped it back into the gun
and glanced at his elder sister. Shampoo was idly stroking the stock of her
own AK. Ranma was standing beside her and scanning the road with a pair of
binoculars. His M60 was propped against the rear bumper of his mother's
truck along with a crowbar. Akane was leaning beside the crowbar and
glancing around nervously.
He sighed and looked at Kodachi who was crouching behind the same rock.
"Is you be certain you okay?"
"I will be alright. I have done my share of clay pigeon shooting." Kodachi
patted the semi automatic shotgun she had chosen. "The workmanship that has
been put into this gun is fantastic; I have every faith in it's
reliability."
"I not speaks of weapon. I speaks of you... you be have look in eye of
person who new to war."
Kodachi nodded. "That is true, but I am of samurai blood. I shall not shame
my ancestors. Although my weapon may be different my courage is the same."
Mao Xing smiled. He wished he felt as sure of himself as she sounded.
Ranma let out a warning hiss. "Here they come!" He let the binoculars drop
around his neck and shouldered the machine gun. "Everyone ready ta fire on
my mark."
Mao Xing slid his gun's safety off and levelled it down the street. Kodachi
cocked her shotgun. Ranma tugged his M60's cocking handle back. Akane
flipped her FN-Fal's safety off and readied herself. Shampoo charged her AK.
All around them they could hear the muted metallic crunches and clicks as
the others readied their weapons.
The seconds ticked by. Mao Xing caught a glimpse of movement in the near
distance. He tracked in on it and sighted at the next pool of light cast by
a streetlamp.
A half dozen armed figures moved out of the gloom. He felt a thrill of fear
as he recognised them and their weapons - Conservative Amazons carrying
AK47's much like his own. Well, not painted black - the Conservatives had
obviously not got camouflage figured out.
Why was Ranma still waiting? He felt an itch in his trigger finger. The
Conservatives kept coming.
He heard Kodachi swallow nervously beside him.
The conservatives kept coming.
He could make out their status badges, the colours of their clothes.
Ranma let out an unearthly battle roar and fired. Nobody missed the hint.
Thus Completus Partus 20.
NOTES
Next - stuff gets broken, people get killed and things explode as the first
battle of Nerima gets underway...
Thanks must go to my wonderful pre reader Paula Gray. She suggested
somewhere around 80% of the chain of events that takes place in this battle.
Thankyou, Paula!
Please send any C&C to dog...@ratbike.org - my phone line is down once more
thus I can only access the virgin.net email address once a week at most.
Thanks.
Calum.
GLOSSARY OF TERMS
Ratbike - A motorbike made to look as fucked up and unroadworthy as possible
while still being street legal. Normally painted flat black.
Honda CG125 - Small single - cylinder 4-stroke road bike. Not very much of
anything but supremely reliable and dirt cheap. It's reliability stems from
having very little to go wrong and a low - revving 4-stroke engine.
Honda Fireblade - Insane Honda sportsbike. Mad but beginning to show it's
age.
Supercharger - A pump driven off the crank that forces more air into the
engine thus forcing it to run faster.
Nitrous oxide - Laughing gas. A petrol - nitrous mix burns faster than a
petrol - air mix therefore produces more horsepower and more wear in the
engine.
Top yoke - The yokes are two pieces of metal that hold the front forks
together and to the bike. The top yoke is the upper one. Known as triple
clamps in the US.
Gixer - Slang for a Suzuki GSXR (one of the craziest bikes built).
Chain lube - Motorbike chain lubrication oil.
Header tank - Tank that contains the spare water for the radiator on a
sealed cooling system as found in most cars.
Gasflowing - trimming off excess metal from inside the cylinder heads to aid
the burn rate of fuel within the engine. Gives a small horsepower boost.
Final drive - the drive chain that goes from the gearbox to the back wheel
and the cogs (final drive sprockets) that it runs on.
Conrod - The bit of metal that connects the piston to the crankshaft.
Alternator - Higher tech version of a generator.
Kill switch - The engine's 経ff' switch. Turns off power to the ignition.
Lid / skidlid - Slang for a crash helmet.
250 Superdream - CB250. The next up the Honda model range from the CG125 and
just a bigger version of the same.
500 Superdream - CB500. A CB250 with a bigger bore and heavier frame.
Engine clicking - An internal combustion engine heats up when run. Run it
hard and it heats up more, then when you switch off the engine will start
emitting a series of sharp clicks as the metal cools and contracts.
Stocker - unmodified factory - built vehicle.
Binned - crashed. Normally means written off.
Steering damper - a long, thin shock absorber that fits between the forks
and the frame. Helps steady the steering.