Most of them had to have the term explained to them, and they became even more skeptical and bored. No doubt another idol singer trying to make a PR splash.
When they got to the docks in question and there were no ships, most of the crews wandered about seeing who else had gotten this lousy assignment.
Which was when the time flagged by people within the Imperial government, contacted the previous day to avoid excessive alarm, and leaked to the news agencies, arrived.
With a howl, the air peeled back in a vast circular shape about 15,000 feet above the docks in question. As the ships began coming through, the reporters and cameramen madly started scrambling for equipment.
In another realm entirely, they would have been called "Spelljammers" - ships that looked like Vernian creations that had no place in normal physics. Certainly not sailing gracefully through the air the way these did without much in the way of wings or visible propulsion systems. Definitely not accompanied by hippogriffs, pegasi, and dragons.
Oh, we mustn't forget the dragons. Gold, silver, bronze, copper, brass, and other tones and hues - all flying with a grace that had learned people denying as even vaguely possible for creatures that weighed as much or more than an airplane of the same size.
Some of the reporters gibbered in terror. Others took the opportunity, and knowing full well that their every word would be scrutinized by millions and possibly archived for hundreds of years *at least* - tried to comport themselves with dignity and report things as they were transpiring.
The ships landed, ramps were extended.
Pouring forth from one ship were unicorns! Clad in gleaming chrome barding, an elven knight riding in her best parade armor, they formed rank quickly. The unicorns reared, pawing the air as the battle maidens raised trumpets to lips and played a quick series of notes.
As for the song, well, Bahamut had seen this movie and adapting the tune had seemed irresistable. Particularly as this reality's "Aladdin" movie hadn't had this song used.
"Make way for Prince Ranma!
Say hey, it's Prince Ranma!
Hey, clear the way - it's Prince Ranma!
Hey you,
Let us through,
it's a bright new star!
Oh come!
Be the first to meet his eye!"
Fortunately the ogres following the battle maidens didn't sing. Their weapons shone brightly in the sun as they saluted and spun them in complex manuevers meant to suggest that getting in the way of the procession was not a wise move.
"Make way,
Ring bells, bang drums.
You're gonna love this guy!"
The dragons began landing and in a saddle on the lead dragon was a young bishonen but strong looking boy wearing simple clothes but at his brow rested a golden circlet. Cameras began focussing to get a better view. First contact - and it was a fairly bishonen fantasy prince?! If they didn't get decent pictures their own daughters would disown them!
"Prince Ranma, yes it is he!
Ranma the Princely!
Strong as ten regular men, definitely!
He's faced evil gods and worse,
With spells and swords and curse,
who crushed them foremost and first?
Why - Prince Ranma!"
Darkskinned elves marched behind the dragons, hoods pulled up to shield eyes from the sun, yet they stood proudly and openly - as if daring anyone to find something wrong with their presence here.
"He's got seventeen friends who are dragons,
and of elves he's got a full calvary.
When it comes to exotic type critters,
Has he got a zoo?
Well, I'm telling you,
It's straight out of D&D!"
The reporters began following, running commentary about the parade to the viewers.
Of course, most of the viewers thought this was just some really good special effects.
Meanwhile at the Tendo Dojo:
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