The stavanzer clawed, bit, and attacked in a frenzied and increasingly frustrated manner.
Finally Ranma slammed the beast, using a Chestnut Fist and slamming the blows repeatedly into the sensitive area between the eyes.
The beast fell, armor plates of horn rasping against the sands of the Arena Of Death.
"Very good sir, would you be caring for dinner or would you prefer a bath?" The slightly furry tribesman (Wolf tribe) asked of the new Emperor.
"Dinner?!" Ranma pondered that. "I guess it is getting kinda late."
"Yes sir, as sir was enjoying himself, this one did not feel inclined to interrupt." The Wolfman made a gesture towards one of the doors. "The Emperor's Mother made requests of the chefs. Tonight is seafood pulled from the moon of Oceania specifically for your plate."
"Oh? Send 'em my thanks," said Ranma. "I'm famished!"
"Very good sir," repeated the wolfman.
Ranma nodded. This place wasn't bad at all. He got to show off practice his skills, keep up the martial arts and stuff, eat staggering amounts of good food, and take a nap whenever he felt like it.
He wondered what the old crew was doing. Nah, they were probably all happy to be rid of him.
General Mille reached up langurously and hit the intercom button. "I'll need a new uniform. How are those replacement uniforms coming?"
"Suitable materials have been found. Prototypes ready for your inspection by 0600 tomorrow morning," responded a sibilant voice.
"Make it 0900, I'll be sleeping in," said the General. She switched settings on the knob, her movements causing her companion to stir. "Ted?"
"Statement: Estimate Cloning Chambers operational 2100 hours. Estimate first clones begin by 2300 hours. Full functionality in 1360 hours."
"That's great, Ted, but it wasn't my question," answered General Mille as her companion groaned and stirred further.
"Query: nature of call?"
General Mille smiled lazily as a shorthaired blonde fell off her bed. "Quality control."
Meanwhile, deep in space:
Space is big. Really big. Really really big.
It's one thing to say the run down to your corner pub is a long distance, but compared to interstellar distances - that's peanuts. Light travels at a speed of 186,000 miles per second, and it takes years to get anywhere on an interstellar basis. Centuries to get around just in the neighborhood. Going to the pub on the edge of the galaxy could take a thousand or more. Go to a nearby galaxy and the numbers in front of that light year get so oomphing big that lightyear and parsec doesn't cut the mustard either.
Why bring up why so oomphing bloody big space is?
Because in a spaceship built by Doctor Zakharov and piloted by Flash Gordon back in the 20s, there was a little black piglet. Said little black piglet had gone off to save the universe, been splashed when the drinking fountain that hadn't been serviced in 80 years broke, and wasn't the best navigator in the quadrant.
Which is why we have things going on on the planet of Mostly Harmless Earth, on Mongo, and on a spaceship careening wildly away from either of these planets where a little black pig had gotten lost and was trying to find his way back to the navigation panel. Which was confounded even worse by the fact that there were no computers on board, one did the navigational calculations with a slide rule.
So, even if Ryouga Hibiki could find the correct controls, he would have enormous problems finding the correct planet. The odds were... astronomical?
General Mille looked over her new crop of Princesses and licked her lips. Being a quality control supervisor was such a difficult task and only one of her duties.
She loved her job.
Even Ming hadn't had this many concubines. Nor had they typically been armed. This whole idea of the harem guarding (as well as doing other things with) the Emperor's body had some definite merits.
Well, actually Ming had his problems if the records were any indication.
The Senshi empowerment was still being researched but the loyalty to their Empress had been switched to the Emperor.
General Mille left that pleasing site to attend a board meeting. She was the one who had called it, after all.
Upon reaching the General Staff Conference Room, she cut through the talk of their various problems by dropping a verbal bombshell.
"Gentlebeings, not only do we have the Enemy on one moon, we have a new Enemy. Though the two may be related. As you know, several magically empowered girls tried to kill the Emperor. During interrogation and reprogramming, it was discovered they were elite soldiers of an Empire and preparing to invade!"
When the objections, questions, and invective had run down, Mille gave a brief description of this 'Moon Kingdom' and that they had an artifact of some kind that could apparently blow planets up.
"They have not struck us yet other than to send assassins disguised as seraglio candidates," rumbled General Grimm. "I suggest we declare war and quickly move to cut down this Empress before she can unleash her main weapon."
"I think it would be better to capture these young ladies, reprogram them, and add them to the seraglio," said General Mille. "Not only does it have a certain ironic justice - but it would strengthen our own forces and holding."
Ted, as representitive of Teknos, put in his own two cents. "Statement: difficulties in subverting the will of someone used to wielding that much power. Query: Earth Moon Empress has weaknesses exploitable?"
"Many," purred General Mille. "If struck down before she can power up and access the artifact - she is as vulnerable as any human."
"I think perhaps we overly hasty are," said one of the lizardmen. "More information we need. Treaty made by Zakharov and Gordon - no attack the Earth."
"They are not officially Earth government," argued Mille.
Ted clicked briefly. "Statement: analysis of powers of assassins has been undertaken with General Grymn of The Imperial Sorcerie Office. Possibility of duplicating process of empowerment exists, if not -possible jamming of power source."
"If we wait too long, they will attack again, and in force," warned Mille.
"The Emperor is still new to his duties," pointed out a gilled humanoid. "This is a bit much to hit him with."
The eventual decision was:
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