"I see," said Ranma. He didn't watch a lot of British TV or go to the movies a lot, and so didn't recognize either. "Suggestions?"
"Rather than make this a three way battle, we should observe and see if we can find any holdouts from the original Glacia inhabitants," suggested General Grimm. "If we need to make a stand, it is best to do so for an overriding purpose."
"I see," repeated Ranma, yawning. Hey, you try to keep up with a buncha princesses!
General Grimm noted the Emperor's gesture. "I'll see to it then. Shall we launch fighters to make sure nothing attempts to flee the battle?"
"That sounds good," agreed Ranma. "Don't want those 'space herpes' things around. Y'all can shoot 'em down."
General Grimm gave the appropriate orders.
Dramatic music began to play from the loudspeakers.
There were many groups that would normally pay lipservice to the Emperor. There were several groups, who had survived the past three Emperors, who would do everything they possibly could to keep their current one.
The Mongoian Army was used to being cannon fodder. It wasn't that many generations ago that they were armed calvary and infantrymen armed with pikes. Now they were wearing funky white armored spacesuits based on Ranma's design (which was Stormtrooper armor from Star Wars) and carrying laser carbines that could fire bursts! That he had come up with armor as his first design stated his concern for their forces! (Actually he'd been told it was tradition for the Emperor to design motifs of armor and the like. They had meant uniforms. Ranma had suggested the Stormtrooper armor because that had been all he could think of. Though eventually he did come up with these nice red shirts and black pants for lower ranked members.) As he was the first Emperor to properly appreciate them, they'd follow him to Glacia if he commanded it. (Though they'd much rather go invade Tropica.)
The Mongoian Space Force was used to the old cylinders of Ming's day. As they dropped into space from the deck of the Yamato, more than one was glad of the sleek shapes and lots of missiles that they had now.
The Mongoian Rangers and Special Forces were glad of the Emperor. Anyone who could put up with, much less satisfy, that many princesses was clearly a man among men!
Even the Mongoian Death Squads (who were actually fairly old men and women since no new ones had been hired since Ming's days and had gone from being the "feared scourges of space" to mainly sitting around and playing shuffleboard) were glad of the new Emperor. Land's sakes, they hadn't had gossip this good in ages!
The sentient robots of Teknos also valued the new Emperor. Their factories were going at 100% and they were getting all sorts of new respect and accolades within the Empire.
The farmers weren't quite sure how, as they had no idea about the Great Will, but they were also solidly behind the Emperor due to the sudden flourishing of their farms. All it had taken was the Emperor touring their largely barren farms and by the next day it was practically a jungle. The soil had become so enriched that plants were growing almost visibly. (Farmer Jonnz was in fact insisting that his plants were growing while he watched. It should be noted however that Farmer Jonnz made a form of corn liquor that most people used to clean rust off of metal but that he had been known to drink for "medicinal purposes".)
As Ranma, largely without suspecting, brought a new pride (who couldn't avoid a certain degree of pride on watching a column of Destroids loading into a lander and realizing that you were on the same side?) and prosperity to Mongo, the effect spread.
So on hearing the "launch" music playing, the Black Tiger squadron set out and started shooting alien pods that had been left behind in Glacia orbit.
The Emperor had ordered them to protect the Empire! Shoot down any enemy of the Empire you see!
"Red Five, why are you shooting at an asteroid?"
"It has a mean look to it, sir!"
"Red Twelve, what are you shooting at? There's nothing out there!"
"Warning shots, sir!"
"Wee hee hee hee! I got a BEM!"
"That was a rock, Red Five."
In some ways it was really a darn pity that they weren't more competent, though enthusiasm and high powered lasers *did* take care of the immediate problem.
Shinobu held her hand up, pinky extended. "Serious? Don't do it if you don't mean it!"
Hotaru linked her pinky with that of Shinobu Maehara. "Friends!"
"So what you want to do?" Shinobu asked her new friend.
"..."
"Besides play with Ranma-sempai."
Hotaru blushed. "Uhm."
"Cards?" Shinobu held up a deck.
"As long as it isn't Old Maid," said Hotaru.
Meanwhile:
(Posted Sun, 06 Apr 2003 13:30)
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