[Episode 36980] [Episode 36980]"I favor the tall one with the firm breasts," said Mille after a moment. "No doubt she would provide very healthy and strong babies."
Nodoka scrubbed off, still not sure about the duties of an Imperial Mother, but finding it had its benefits. "The short one wants to be a doctor. I think that would make for an ideal First Wife among this group."
"Perhaps," admitted Mille. "That knowledge of anatomy and those delicate fingers do have a certain appeal."
"The one with the odangos seems nice too, very enthusiastic," added Nodoka, feeling her ribs. "Perhaps a bit too enthusiastic at times."
"There was a problem with the programming sequence," admitted Mille. "Apparently her libido and erotic sensitivity were set a few notches too high. I'll have maintenence check it out."
The two glanced over at the blonde who was draped over the sofa, drooling slightly, but seeming quite pleased with how everything had turned out.
"What of the fire wielder?" Nodoka asked in concern.
"A temporary effect of her enhancements," guessed Mille. "No doubt she'll calm down somewhat as time goes on, and we do keep fire extinguishers on hand for just such an emergency."
"It was all we could do to keep that one from hunting down Ranma and dragging him off to her bed," said Nodoka approvingly.
"Yes, pity about her tripping and hitting her head in the pudding bath," said Mille. "Oh that reminds me, next time I should order banana or chocolate. I'll have to punish whoever suggested tapioca."
"Even if it was yourself?" slyly asked Nodoka.
"Even more so if it was me," admitted Mille. "In any case, we should check on how things are going with the Emperor. He may have discovered what is wrong on Glacia."
It had been a sort of catlike dog or doglike cat. An alien pet about twice the size of a terrestrial housecat.
Ranma had almost idly focussed the Great Will upon it and wished that it stood a chance against the attack of four of the monsters. The Great Will had been given a blank check.
The critter, whose name translated as Fluffy, continued to change. Body tissues that were sufficiently dense that they could stand up to claws and jaws of the larger aliens. A protein coating that shed molecular acid and rendered it inert. Extremely high speed, and able to mask its presence to the IR and echolocative abilities of the xenomorph. He continued to change after escaping the group.
When he finally finished altering, the pet that had started out was something that didn't resemble the finished product that much. Fluffy was still a predator and potential pet, but now he was a xenomorph-ivore. He now had an even chance if confronted with a pack of four of the xenomorphs, and was quite capable of picking off stragglers or scouts on his own.
Fluffy was also fairly intelligent, as the xenomorphs could practice pack tactics and were more than accomplished in sneaking and ambushing themselves - in order to survive and thrive, Fluffy had to be better at such things.
As Fluffy found a scout and ripped it apart, he reflected that it tasted rather like chicken.
If the xenomorphs had evolved on a world of their own, there would have been creatures that were normally prey to them and there would have been creatures who preyed on them.
They had not. Therefore the xenomorphs had no idea what to do about a xenomorph-predator.
Ranma listened to the explanation of what they'd found with these things and, as it was being put into simple terms, understood.
"The enemy is a xenomorph. We have seen two examples of the breed since their initial appearance. The tall serpentine rubbery looking ones with the claws and extra jaws is some form of Adult stage. The little spider-thing was it's immature state." Grim had said, pointing to pictures of both. He clicked on another picture. "This was removed from Private Singe's posterior. It is a parasitic organism, something like a burrowing worm, which absorbs nutrients and life from the host. We think it probably devours the victim from inside and then burrows out to become the adult stage we saw attacking the native pet."
Pictures of the creatures attacking the pet were shown. "These are fast, clever, and vicious. The tail has a blade for slashing and is prehensile - it can hang from tree branches or strangle prey with it, it has long claws, a moderate outer armor shell, and the outer and inner jaw mechanisms. We don't know approximate bite strength, so we're basing estimates on insect models. None of these would be a particular problem for a group of Mongoian Marines, except that they seem ideally suited for stealth operations and picking off loners. There is also their blood to consider, a molecular acid - very potent and highly poisonous. Slash one with a sword or smash it with your fists, and you're liable to find yourself dissolving from impact splashes."
General Grimm gestured and Princess Graphite held up a weapon similar to a rifle. "As their bodies contain a strong acid, we've brought these out of storage. You might remember them from our campaign against the Flame Lords Of Efreet?"
"Ah, yes," said Captain Krnch of Supply. "The anti-flame guns."
"Exactly," said Grimm. "These fire off shells that explode with a sodium tricarbonate mix, a very powerful flame retardant and base. Shoot an acid spill with these and it will neutralize it."
Ranma frowned. Guns. He didn't care for guns at all. Still, punching something that was going to eat away your hand didn't sound too good either. Maybe if he had a weapon that could deal with 'em.
The tattoo that ended on his palm glittered slightly.
Space is big. Really big. With all apologies to Douglas Adams.
"Where the hell am I NOW?!"
In space, no one can hear you scream.
"RANMA! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Even when you're right.
"Maybe this lever?" Snap!
Which is why this spaceship (using a Mongoian drive system - hence the flames and smoke from the exhaust) continued to careen on.
"ArrgghhhhHHhhH!"
Out of the solar system.
"Damnit! Maybe this blue button?"
Out of the spiral arm.
"Big band music? Why does a spaceship play big band music?! ARRGGHHH. Ranma! You'll pay for making me listen to Glenn Miller for 30,000 parsecs!"
Out of the Milky Way galaxy.
"Maybe the red button?" Poom!
Out of the galactic cluster.
"That didn't sound good at all."
[WARNING! Weapons Are Armed And Targetting Mechanism Has Not Been Engaged!]
"Weapons? What kind of weapons? Dang it! Why couldn't this be written in Japanese?! I'm not that good at English!"
[Targetting Planet With Destructo Ray!]
"NO! Maybe the Blue Button?"
[Targetting Planet With Tommy Dorsey Music.]
"Well, that's a little better, I guess."
[We Are Being Hailed. Answer?]
"Wait a minute. Maybe this switch?"
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