Ranma scratched his head as he looked at the crate that supposedly contained the prize he had just one.
As with any contest that he won—and once again, that he could not ever remember entering in the first place—he had hoped it was one of two things: food or a cure.
He seriously doubted is cure was inside the box. And unless they were going to ship him towards it by putting him inside that crate, that option was not going to pan out in this instance.
And he seriously doubted there was any food in the box. The thing had dust covering it. Better not be some undead fiancée ... again.
He was seriously beginning to hate his father lately.
Shrugging at the fact that he wasn’t going to find out what it was just by staring at it, he reached towards the sides, before yanking the front off it.
Coughing as the dust got into his lungs, he fanned the air, trying to clear it to look inside.
“Great, it is a mummy,” he grumbled, seeing the rusty-colored covering on top of a humanoid form.
But unlike the one that had demanded that he return with her to their nice and dark pyramid, this one was male ... and apparently armed with a very big gun. “Oh, this won’t end well,” he said, shaking his head.
“Query: Are you my Master?”
Ranma blinked, looking at the mummy, as an eerie light seemed to now be forming from the covered eye sockets.
One again, been there, seen that.
“Master?” asked Ranma. That was a first though: it wasn’t claiming ownership of him through some contract.
“Opinion: Meatbags that acquire me seem to be deficient in intellect. Statement: This usually means I have more leeway in dealing with offending meatbags.”
“Um, I’m the one that opened the box you’re in, if that helps,” said Ranma.
The mummy nodded, stepping out of the box. “Introduction: I am HK-47, an assassin and protocol droid. Request: Please state your name so I know which meatbag I should not use as a primary human shield.”
Ranma blinked. “Um ... Ranma Saotome, of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts.”
The mummy/droid nodded. “Very well, Master Ranma Saotome of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts. Observation: You appear to be depressed, Master. Since I have just been reactivated, it means my previous owner is also no longer a functioning meatbag, which upsets me. Reason: I enjoyed eliminating things for my former meatbag owner. Suggestion: Shall we find something to kill to cheer ourselves up?”
Ranma could only stare in shock as the droid tilted its head to the side.
His shock would only increase, as he heard...
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