[Ranma][FanFic] Biker 1/2 chapter 22
Calum Wallace
I keep telling you, it's not my fault. Nothing is my fault. Not even my
haircut.
Words in "<this>" kind of brackets are spoken in Cantonese. Those in
"{this}" are in wolf-speak.
Chapter 22: I wanna destroy.
"Pressure's building up inside, I gotta let it out tonight. Shattered window
cure my pain and make me feel okay" - The Offspring, 君othing from
Something'
"Thirty minutes of pure, unadulterated hell." - Saotome-Tendo Enterprises
CEO Nabiki Tendo, describing the First Battle of Nerima.
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Mao Xing stared unseeingly at the HUD within his powersuit's faceplate.
"-Sis-"
The spider machine turned and brought it's guns to bear on the black mecha.
"-Sis-"
The powersuit's onboard battle computer jerked it's arms up in front of it's
face as minigun rounds spanged uselessly off of it.
"-Sis-"
Seeing his reaction and the ineffectiveness of her fire, the spider mech's
pilot retargeted Shampoo.
Mao Xing tried to yell at it to leave her alone, to fight him. All that came
out was a scream.
He lowered his arms and levelled his gun at the spider. His finger twitched
against the trigger and 25mm shells screamed into the enemy mecha. The gun
clicked.
Out of ammo.
He cast it aside and charged, not noticing that he was still screaming in a
mindless rage. Not noticing his body changing and growing and the powersuit
changing to fit his new body.
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Akane gulped as the black mecha started howling like a banshee, emptied the
25mm cannon at the spider machine then charged.
She gasped. The black mecha was shapeshifting.
"Oh my GOD! It's a cyborg Amerai!"
People sometimes have all the evidence and still reach the wrong conclusion.
She cast around. What could she do?
The long six barrelled, belt-fed metal shape laying in an overturned car -
from the dents Ryoga had been there - answered that.
She looked at the belt of ammo connected to the minigun. Depleted uranium.
A slow grin spread across her face.
"Alright!"
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John Kirth sprinted through the melee, ducking and weaving under attacks. He
had somewhere to be.
A series of bangs followed by a massive BRAAAAAAAAAAP! noise echoed from his
target location. He leapt over the wall and found the black powersuit
battering at a frantically reversing spider tank while Akane staggered under
the immense recoil of a 7.62 calibre minigun and screamed. Bits of the
beleaguered spider tank were starting to fly off. Shampoo was laying in a
puddle of blood and rapidly healing.
John Kirth grinned and cracked his knuckles. Time to rock and roll.
The black mecha ground to a halt as its motors overheated and shut down,
then toppled onto it's face.
Realising she was no longer being battered by the black werewolf machine,
the spider tank's pilot turned towards her other assailant. One unarmoured
teenage girl with a very large machine gun. Much easier.
Then a fireball rocketed across the garden and touched off the spider tank's
leaking fuel cells.
John smirked and blew imaginary smoke from his fingertips.
"Right between the eyes!"
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Ranma skidded round the corner, running perpendicular to the ground on a
wall for a couple of seconds. He hit the ground still running and did a
flying leap into the middle of a group of enemy Amazons.
They were completely unprepared for a whirlwind assault of fists, foreheads,
boots, elbows, knees and teeth.
Ranma stood up from pummelling the last of them and spotted Ryoga
headbutting an Amazon through a wall.
"Hey! Sis!"
Ryoga jumped up and down on the Amazon a few times then turned round. "Hey,
bro! How's it going?"
"Ya know that ECM what Nabiki wuz complainin' about? Reckon we should do
somethin' about it?"
"Yeah, might be a good idea right enough. Come on!"
"No ya dipshit! We don't know WHERE! We gotta go back th' house an' talk ta
Nabiki, see? An' the house ain't that way!"
"Alright, enough already. Lead on."
The two bikers raced back to the house, smashing their way through the melee
around it. They skidded to a halt in the garden then ducked inside the
house.
They burst into the living room together. Kasumi was helping a couple of
Amazons who had stuff stuck in them that was stopping them healing up.
She glanced up as the two came in the door then shot them a tired grin.
"You dudes alright?"
"Yeah, is Nabs in her room?"
"I'm here." came a shaky voice from the couch.
Ranma walked over then frowned and sat down beside Nabiki.
"Ya alright, Nabs? Ya look kinda fucked up. Anythin' I can do ta help?"
"Ranma, once this crap is over there's something I've got to do. I need to
learn to fight well. I mean, I've got a dan in Kempo but around here that
makes me a non-combatant and I just can't stay that way."
"Yeah, sure! Don't ya worry, I'll have ya muckin' in with th' best o' us in
no time. Look, there's somethin' we figured needs done th' now. We need ta
get a fix on Kou Loun's jammer so we can go an' fuck it up."
"So you want me to triangulate it, right? Okay, but stick with me while I do
it."
Nabiki stood up - wincing slightly as she put weight on the leg someone had
kicked out from under her earlier. She limped upstairs and grabbed a
portable radio set.
After checking some dials in two places in the house she drew a couple of
lines on a map.
"That's where it is."
"Nabs, why're ya limpin?"
"I got kidnapped then beaten up earlier."
"What bastard did that?"
"I don't know his face... tall guy with long dark hair, white trenchcoat and
damn thick specs."
Ranma gritted his teeth. "That Moose dick. He's dead meat... Nobody an' I
mean fuckin' NOBODY fucks with my family an' gets away with it!" He gave
Nabiki a quick hug. "Don't ya worry, I'll rip that stinkin' bastard ta
bits."
"He took me to Kou Loun... that's where I got beat up."
Ranma gritted his teeth again, grabbed a couple of ammo belts from the
table, threw one to Ryoga then nodded.
"Okay, Ryoga. We're bein' jammed from a couple o' streets across. Let's get
our bikes an' go waste some fuckhead ass!"
He snapped the belt into his M60 and tugged the charging handle back.
"Your bikes? Are you nuts? You'll get-"
"I'm surprised at ya, Nabs. Mind John said there's forcefields on our
bikes?"
Nabiki blinked. "Oh yeah..."
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Nodoko smiled nastily at her opponent.
"You know what you remind me of? This dumb boy racer I ran into in a
transport cafe up north. All mouth and no brawn."
The werewolf growled and attacked, sending a blurringly fast string of blows
at her. Nodoko casually turned them aside with the flat of her sword.
Sizzling noises came from the werewolf's arm each time it touched.
The clatter of shots from behind her showed that Ranko still had ammo.
Nodoko laughed and decapitated the werewolf.
She glanced around. The enemy Amazons were backing away from her.
Rule one when fighting supernaturals, her father had told her. Always mock
them.
She laughed and wiped blood from her sword on her dead opponent.
"You lot are so pathetic... Come here and fight, you cowards!"
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Ranma let out an exultant whoop as his bike shot round the corner. He could
see a van pulling away further down the street.
Nabiki had given them a direction finding radio that was set to one of the
jammed channels.
It was clamped to his handlebars and the arrow on it's dial pointed straight
at the van.
Ryoga glanced over at him. "Well?"
"That van, I think. Come on!"
Ranma raced past the van. Sure enough the dial swung round, keeping pointed
at it. "It is too!"
He unshouldered his M60 and started spraying the van with bullets. Ryoga saw
him open fire and followed suit.
First it's windows blew out then one tyre went. A bullet found the van's
fuel tank as it flipped over.
"WOW! WHAT A SHOW!"
The van disintegrated in a huge fireball.
Ryoga triumphantly punched her fist into the air. They turned their bikes
and raced back towards the house.
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Mortise growled. In his present form he couldn't talk. Certainly no language
any human or werewolf would understand.
He grabbed an Amazon and slammed her into the tarmac, leaving a foot deep
dent. The Conservative didn't move after that.
A thermos flask full of hot water impacted against his ear and he returned
to human form. This didn't really make that much difference as far as
Mortise was concerned. He selected another target and struck, punching
through her chest and dropping her heart in the gutter.
He snarled, showing his fangs. His eyes glowed red as he began to burn ki at
an extraordinary rate, accelerating towards a group of Amazons at nearly
sixty miles per hour. His battle aura blazed into life, a pulsing red glow.
Even in human form, Mortise Tarou looked like something straight out of
hell.
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Akira jerked his hands up. "HADOKEN!"
A glowing blue ball of ki exploded out of his hands, ploughed through twelve
Amazons and a car then obliterated a large lump of a house that was unlucky
enough to get in the way.
He chose another target and unleashed a fully blown Amaguriken in her face.
She flew sixty feet and smashed through a fence.
An Amazon in Battle form dropped in front of him and started pulling faces.
Akira's bad temper exploded.
He went after her like a mad thing, punching, kicking, headbutting, even
biting. But the Amazon evaded all of it.
The other Amazons in the area saw the spiral pattern and reacted
accordingly.
Akira's opponent suddenly turned and launched an uppercut.
"HIYRU SHOTEN HA!"
"OH SHIT!"
Akira was promptly launched straight upwards into the resulting whirlwind.
He finally came to earth on his ear in the middle of the Tendo back garden.
He spat out his mouthful of dirt, staggered back to his feet and stormed
back into the fight.
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Ranma glanced down the street. "What the fuck? I thought I saw some sorta
fuckin' whirlwind screamin' 薫h Shit' down there."
Ryoga snorted. "Ya must be going nuts, bro."
"Th' scream wuz in that dick Akira's voice."
"Come on - let's get back to the house an' dump our bikes."
They turned and steamrollered their way through the melee.
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Kou Loun pogoed through the melee, idly throwing away any Reformist stupid
enough to get in her path.
Two flat black bikes shot past, ploughing varied combatants out of their
way. One rider - Ranma - spotted her and sprayed her with his M60. She
dodged out the way of the hail of bullets and let them smash into a wall
behind her.
Kou Loun raised her hands to launch an attack but the biker was gone.
She turned her attention back towards the raging vampire boy. He was walking
straight into her trap.
"Like a lamb to the slaughter..."
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Mortise snarled again. The group of Amazons leapt clear of him, letting him
see the trio of withered hags who had been hidden within his ranks.
He recognised their black and gold robes - the colours of an Amazon Magus.
"Houston, we have a problem."
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Akira snarled. He had let his temper take over control and he was lucky that
none of the Amazons he was attacking knew the Hiryu Shoten Ha.
He snarled again and launched at one of them. At which point a length of
chain suddenly wrapped itself round his legs pitching him onto his face.
An anvil joined it, landing on his arse with a resounding clunk. Several
somethings smashed over him then a wheel contacted his ear. From the weight
it was attached to a car. Akira let out an enraged howl and started trying
to shred the varied objects. More and more whatevers piled onto him.
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Ranma stepped out of the gates and couldn't suppress a laugh, despite being
really angry at the sight. Mu Tze was standing and dropping an immense pile
of objects on Akira. He'd already dumped a couple of fridges, a safe, two
anvils, at least sixty feet of chain and a pink Cadillac on the Saotome
elder.
Ranma launched. He owed Mu Tze one hell of a kicking for Nabiki.
His feet ripped lumps out of the tarmac as he let out the Ranma Saotome
warcry and charged.
"GERONIMO!"
Mu Tze looked up a moment too late - just in time to get a real close-up
view of the bottom of Ranma's boot.
This caused the bank vault door Mu Tze had been about to smash Akira in the
face with to drop on Mu Tze's toes.
"AAAARRRRRGH!"
Ranma grabbed a sledgehammer Mu Tze had earlier dumped on Akira.
"FORE!"
He grinned nastily as the Chinese boy sailed over a house.
"Well, I think that's a hole-in-one." He dumped the hammer - it landed back
on Akira - and raced off, headed for another bunch of Amazons who were
sprinting down the street having regrouped down the road a bit.
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Shampoo staggered to her feet. "I alright! I alright!"
Akane let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God - if there is one."
She glanced at the dazed figure John was helping out of the black mecha.
"Your brother punked. Bigstyle."
"It Mao Xing in black robot thing?!?!"
Akane nodded. "Come on - let's head back towards the house. John says
there's a couple of bullets still in you - we need to get Kasumi to get them
out."
Shampoo winced at the shooting pains from her legs. "Be so."
A distant BRAAAAAAAAAAP! announced yet another spider machine. Akane's face
hardened and she heaved her new minigun onto her shoulder.
"Scratch that - I've got something to blow to fucking bits."
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Ranma rolled aside, shocked nearly out of his socks. He concentrated on the
Battle form and felt his body responding, changing to a wolfman.
The spider tank thing kept up it's hail of fire. Ranma frowned.
"So how th' hell do I smash *this*?" he wondered aloud. He suddenly grinned
and jumped at it, landing neatly on it's head.
It started to jerk around violently, trying to shake him off. Ranma snarled.
"Ya can't get rid o' a Saotome that easy, fuckwit!" He latched onto it's
head and started trying to rip bits off of it. Sparks flew from his claws as
they raked across it, tearing strips from it's armour.
"Damn! Sure is tough-SHIT!"
An especially wild jolt sent him sprawling onto the ground. He flipped
upright and sideways as it fired at where he'd landed. He came up from the
flip and jumped over it, planting a couple of full strength kicks in it's
carapace as he flew over. They left large dents in it's hull. It responded
by kicking him with one of it's hindlimbs sending him ploughing into a wall.
"Goddamnit!" He sprang clear of the rubble as it's guns pulverised what was
left of that stretch of wall.
His foot hit a patch of spilt oil and he landed flat on his face. As he
started to come up out of the fall something *very* heavy landed on his
back.
One of the spider machine's feet. Ranma swore and tried to rip it off, but
he couldn't get enough leverage.
"Ohh shit..."
A pair of booted feet appeared in his line of vision. He recognised them as
his father's boots.
There was a cracking noise and the spider tank fell in two halves. Genma
leant down and gave his son a hand up.
Ranma looked at the older man for a second.
"Thanks, Dad."
Genma grinned smugly. "No problem, son. You mean far too much to me to let
some pile of junk shoot you up. Come on - we got heads to break!"
The two Saotomes, father and son, sprinted off towards what looked like the
centre of the battle. Genma finally decided to shapeshift as they went.
Ranma let out a low whistle as his father started the - by now familiar -
shapeshifting twist. Only this one kept going.
Genma grew. And grew. And grew.
Sixteen feet of werebear grinned down at his nine foot werewolf son.
"Let's break stuff, Ranma!"
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Ranko blasted another couple of shots into the melee. She was starting to
reduce her fire rate since the battle was rapidly devolving into one huge
melee, both sides intermingled and still trying to tear each other to bits.
Something caught her eye - an Amazon with a sniper rifle crouched on a roof.
The gun had a laser sight and the red dot was tracking in on the back of
Nodoko's head.
Just as she was about to act something else caught her attention - Mortise
screaming. She glanced over that way and saw him struggling in the centre of
a field of crackling blue light.
Fifty generations of martial artists, warriors and samurai as ancestors
swung into play. Ranko wasn't much of a hand-to-hand fighter, but she knew
what she had to do. Her genetic makeup came from two of the toughest warrior
lines in Japan.
She leapt upwards, unsure how she was managing it. Her shotgun leg slammed
into her left hand as her right drew a bead on the sniper.
For a fleeting second she was glad that she'd swapped her pump - actioner
for a SPAS 12 semi automatic shotgun before the battle. Then there was no
time for thinking, just time for doing. The recoil of the shotgun jerked up
her leg. Her handgun bellowed.
She felt a series of hammerblows all over her body. She saw Mortise rip out
of the field of light as one of the three hags flew forwards into him. The
sniper tumbled backwards off the roof.
Ranko grinned as she smashed into the ground on her face. Mission
accomplished.
She rolled herself over, noticing the huge amount of blood coming from her
stomach as she did so.
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Nodoko heard Ranko scream something unintelligible. She turned to see what
was wrong with the girl.
A dot of red light caught her eye. She recognised it as a laser sight at the
exact moment Ranko fired. The sniper rifle crashed, but the sniper was
jerked off line as she pulled the trigger and the bullet slammed into the
ground between Nodoko's feet. A pair of enemy Amazons saw Ranko's jump and
opened fire on the red haired girl.
Nodoko felt herself go numb all over as her daughter hit the ground, blood
seeping from her body. Ranko pushed herself onto her back. The two Amazons
levelled their guns at her.
Two furry figures - one simply large and the other positively MASSIVE - hit
the pair of Amazon gunwomen. The werewolf rammed his fist through one of
them's chest from behind. The werebear grabbed the other and squeezed. Blood
sprayed from between his arms as the Amazon was squashed flat.
Nodoko found herself beside her daughter. Her knees hit the ground with a
thud.
The werebear spoke.
"Ranko..."
She opened her eyes.
"Dad?"
The werewolf - apparently Ranma - crouched down. "Sis, yer gonna be alright.
Just hang on in there, huh?"
"Ranma? I'm dying, bro... guess I'll see ya around, huh?"
Mortise knelt down beside Nodoko.
"Ranko... This proves it; there is no God."
Ranko tried to laugh, but only succeeded in coughing.
"I think I'm gonna find out. I'll see you guys later..."
Mortise grabbed her hand. "Ranko! You CAN'T die! I won't let you!"
"Wolfsbane bullets, man. That'll be why she ain't changin'. WHERE THE HELL
IS MI SOON?"
"It's no good worrying about that, Ranma. But... there is a way."
"Huh?"
"I am clinically dead, Ranma."
Ranma glanced from the vampire boy to Ranko and back.
"Ranko? Ya want this? 靴ause it ain't my choice."
Ranko nodded. "Do it."
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Nodoko stared at her son. Her eldest child by about ten minutes.
He had returned to human form. Ranma looked *extremely* angry. He had his
back turned to Ranko and Mortise, refusing to look.
"I'm gonna teach Cow Lone a lesson she ain't gonna ever fuckin' forget!"
Nodoko shut her eyes. "Oh, God... where did I go wrong?"
"Ya don't wanna ask some god that, Mum - they ain't gonna answer. Fact is,
ya didn't go wrong. Cow Lone went fuckin' wrong. If she wuz a decent sort
she'd leave us th' hell alone an' let Shampoo get on wiv her own life rather
than tryin' ta run it fer her. I mean, what Ranko did wuz th' right thing
an' I woulda done the exact same if I wuz her - well, I probably woulda
landed in one piece. It wuz her choice an' she made th' right choice. Yer
*family*, Mum. Mortise ain't only good ta have on yer side, he's a damn nice
guy ta boot. He's th' sorta guy I'd stick my neck out fer any day. Hell, I
spent this entire fight stickin' my neck out fer folks."
Nodoko shook her head again. "I just don't get it, Ranma! You kids go on
about honour not mattering and how you won't die for it yet..."
"Honour ain't worth a damn out here in th' real world. Life sucks, so ya
gotta make th' best of it in yer own way, Mum. I ain't gonna die fer some
concept. When I go I'm gonna go fighting fer somethin' i can believe in.
That wuz th' biggest lesson life taught me - it ain't what ya do, it ain't
who ya know, it's who you are. Live an' let live, that's what I do. But any
fucker who tries ta screw up people's lives around me better watch out
because they're gonna get *me* upside th' head. Ryoga think's th' same way.
So do Akane an' Shampoo. An' Ranko. I dunno about Mortise but I guess his
first concern ain't whether society sez somethin's right, it's whether his
heart or whatever he uses fer one sez somethin's right. Sometimes th' only
way ta do th' right thing is ta act dishonourable, even ta break th' law.
When a friend's life's on th' line or family are gonna get screwed over -
sod fightin' fair. Fight ta win whenever it counts. Like I said, live an'
let live an' if some bugger don't - kick their ass."
Nodoko opened her eyes. "I think I'll give that a try."
"It's worth it, Mum. Ya had ta fight ta get yer place in truckin' - th'
accepted thing fer women ta do in that world is not get involved. Ya got
involved, ya did well an' ya made a name fer yerself. Truckers hear yer
name, they think o' a woman who beats th' guys at their own game."
Nodoko nodded. "I get you. Yeah, that's a good way of putting it..."
"I gotta go bust ass, Mum. Keep an eye on things round here, huh?"
She nodded. Ranma turned and sprinted away.
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A eight wheeled APC skidded round the corner. It's turret cannon started
hailing fire into the mob of regrouping Conservative Amazons.
The back hatch crashed down and six figures stepped out. Each was dressed in
camo fatigues and toting an *insane* quantity of firepower.
They levelled their guns and opened fire.
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Akira raged through the heart of the battle. smashing anything within reach.
A small and horribly familiar figure stepped out in front of him, blinked
and shapeshifted.
"AKIRA!"
"KOU LOUN! YOU'RE DEAD!"
They glared at each other for a second then attacked, both simultaneously
launching the Kachu Tenshin Amaguriken at each other, simultaneously
attacking and blocking the other's attacks.
Once more unto the next chapter...
NOTES
Next - The first battle of Nerima *will* end. I promise! Ye gods, it's twice
the length I intended... Plus a horrible surprise for both Kou Loun *and*
Akira, Nodoko getting thoroughly pissed off and the beginning of the cleanup
operation...
God, this part of the story rocks! I can't believe I managed to write this!
Now, I must once again publicly thank/attempt to embarrass two people.
Firstly, 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 current
battle. Thankyou, Paula. Your suggestions have been a great help since I am
shite at plotting battle scenes.
Biker 1/2 has been given a home on the web! Go to
http://www.kistunesden.com
to find the archive; it's in the 敬osted' section of the site (in fact last
time I looked it *was* the Hosted section!)
Thanks must go to the lovely Carrie for her good work HTMLising Biker 1/2
and setting up the web page; she requested my permission to host the fic.
This request was gratefully received since I know nothing about HTML...
Thankyou, Carrie. Without you Biker 1/2 would have probably been relegated
to the bottom of the TASS archive for years.
Finally, I've been told I misspelled two names in Biker 1/2 - Nodoko (should
be Nodoka) and Jusenkyu (should be Jusenkyo). All I can say is D'OH! I'll
stick with the spellings I've used previously for future chapters of this
fic; other fics will contain the correct spelling. Eh - oops. My dyslexia
shows once again - man I love spellcheckers, but why couldn't Apple make the
AppleWorks spell checker understand Ranma 1/2 terms? Whine whine.
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.
Hmm... I got this idea here from reading the fics of Greg Sharp (think I
spelt it right, pray I spelt it right...) I am hereforth going to start
putting character descriptions at the end of each episode, hopefully
eventually forming a 詣ho's who' of Biker 1/2. Starting with our lead
characters, Akane Tendo ne Saotome, Ranma Saotome and Xian Pu aka Shampoo.
AKANE TENDO (now AKANE SAOTOME)
Introduced - Chapter 1 (In a World gone Bad)
Role - Leading 畦ady' and all purpose Goth.
Species - Amerai.
Special powers / abilities - Akane is an extremely skilled gunsmith.
Motivation - To survive, stay sane and grow old with Ranma.
Appearance - Around five foot two tall, short and stocky with well - defined
muscles. Pretty but not beautiful. Long dark hair with a bluish tint and
large olive green eyes. Keeps her hair tied back in ponytail with black
velvet ribbon. Wears cartridge belt and slim leather choker at all times.
Normally dressed in a black trenchcoat, loose leather trousers, Sisters of
Mercy T-shirt, mirrorshades that completely conceal the upper half of her
face and heavy hiking boots.
Personality at introduction - Akane tends to be a bit androgynous in a
Gothic way; she is bisexual but has never (so far) met a guy she fancies.
This leads her to believe herself a lesbian. She is aggressive and outspoken
but has a softer side - despite being ready and able to beat the shit out of
anything that get's in her way she has an irresistible impulse to look after
anyone who she thinks need's looked after. She feels very jaundiced in a
茎een - it - all' way.
Akane is a very intelligent young lady - when her emotions are not getting
in the way.
RANMA SAOTOME
Introduced - Chapter 1 (In a World gone bad)
Role - Leading man.
Species - Amerai.
Special powers / abilities - Incredibly talented motorcycle mechanic.
Incredibly talented martial artist. Has full control of shapeshifting
abilities.
Motivation - To keep his family alive, to keep himself alive. Oh, and to
wipe the smug grin of Akira's face for good.
Appearance (male form) - Five foot ten tall, broad - shouldered and heavily
muscled. Scruffy unkempt black hair tied back in a loose ponytail which odd
strands escape from. Slightly rounded face, unshaven and beginning to form a
beard. Bright blue eyes. Always dressed in an old padded leather jacket with
an anarchy logo scrawled on the back, a pair of padded leather jeans and a
set of heavy motocross boots. Oh, and one of a wide variety of threadbare
T-shirts, mostly Ogri or plain black (or rather, grey with sheer age)
(female form) - Just under five foot three tall, scruffy red hair tied back
in loose ponytail. Supercute face and gravity - defying frame that is
normally hidden by the same decrepit leather jacket and trousers. Beard
vanishes when the change takes place.
(were form) - Eight foot eleven tall cross between a wolf and a man with a
glossy black coat and ponytail.
Personality at introduction - Ranma is highly intelligent but has a nasty
attitude (especially if his father is around) He is an incredibly skilled
martial artist - capable of beating virtually anybody within a couple of
blows. He is a show off and a loudmouth. He swears every second word,
smokes like a chimney and has a definite 慧on't - give - a - shit' attitude
about most things. Below the surface he is extremely depressed to the point
of being suicidal at times, but he's too bloody minded to give up.
SHAMPOO (actual name Xian Pu)
Introduced - Chapter 3 (It's All In The Family)
Role - Leading lady.
Species - Amerai.
Special powers / abilities - Full control of her shapeshifting capabilities.
Motivation - To survive, preferably with Ranma.
Appearance (human form) Xian Pu is Chinese, she's five foot three and
hypercute with very long purple hair that she wears in a ponytail. She tends
to dress in either cutesy pink traditional Chinese garb or baggy combats -
more often the latter these days. Carries a heavy backpack (containing an
AK47 among other things.) Armed with a chemically blackened katana, a
Makarov she keeps strapped to her thigh and said AK47. She and Shan are
doubles of each other.
(were form) Eight foot two wolf-woman with a purple ponytail and greyish -
brown fur.
Personality at introduction - Xian Pu does not speak Japanese at all well...
She's very forward and aggressive on the surface, but she's actually
desperately lonely and longing for a family underneath her 荊ough don't give
a damn Amazon' persona. She's also scared shitless of her great -
grandmother but is too brave to show it. She will stand up to anybody but
back down instantly if she realises they're right. She has a somewhat
jaundiced view of Amazon laws and honour - such things got her mother killed
very horribly.
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.
JSDF - Japanese Self Defence Force. The collective Japanese armed forces.
JGSDF - Japanese Ground Self Defence Force. The ground forces arm of the
Japanese military.
JASDF - Japanese Air Self Defence Force. The Japanese air force.