Once she was out, Ranma switched to her hybrid form from her wolven one. Her clothing was very minimal as she had shifted to animal form in a rush. All she had left was scraps of her shirt, which hung by her shirt’s collar and her pants had more or less become a makeshift loincloth. That alone was enough encouragement to make Ranma get out of the ditch she dropped into and go back for her backpack. “I hope it’s still there,” Ranma thought grumpily. It would have been such a pain in the ass to try and start over. All her cash, supplies, and clothing had been in that backpack.
Whimpering still, Ranma forced herself to started heading over towards the wrecked landscape. She could only limp as her side was cut from the silver spatula, and she could barely walk, let alone run. As she made her way through, she couldn’t help but think about how the terrain looked as though there was an explosion from beneath the surface. “Probably a bomb or something,” Ranma thought irritably.
Making her way to the center of the destruction, Ranma groaned. Her backpack was a complete and utter mess. It was more or less scraps of heavy-duty kevlar now. “Sonnuvabitch...” Ranma hissed as she tore it about to see if there was anything inside worth saving. There were still some cans of food, and her wallet in the back pocket was all right, but her camping supplies, her tent, and her clothing weren’t salvageable in the slightest...
“With the exception of one frikin’ frilly pink bra,” Ranma grumbled. It was something Sander had given to her as a gift, and she kept it as a memento, never meaning to really wear it. “But beggars can’t be choosers,” Ranma thought as she put the bra on. At least she was a LITTLE more decent now.
Her ears perking, Ranma blinked her eyes and looked up. An airplane. Normally Ranma wouldn’t have thought much about this, but that airplane was flying at a rather low altitude.
And then Ranma saw it. Parachutes were opening. People were coming down. But not only that, the wind was blowing downward, putting Ranma downwind. Ranma could instantly get a smell of what was coming down upon her. She tried to run away as best she could. “Smell cats,” *limp* “Smell cats,” *limp* “Can’t fight weres like this,” *limp* “Must run,” *limp* “I gotta hide and think of something.”
Unfortunately, Ranma limping did no good to move her as the people were landing. Some blonde-haired girl with cat-ears landed before Ranma , cutting off her route of escape.
“Man I hate this!” Ranma screamed before the girl caught her bearings. However, as Ranma turned to get away from her, it was that then that a werecheetah of all things landed.
Ranma gulped. A werecheetah of all things! She wasn’t a fool. She remembered all the stories that Jetta and some of the older generation had told her. She knew they were the enemy, and wouldn’t think twice about killing an injured werewolf.
As try as she might to get away from the spotted one, Ranma then found herself cut off as a weretigress landed as well. “What is this!? Some sort of @#$%ing invasion!?” Ranma thought in absolute fear. She didn’t even notice as a blonde girl, dark-haired guy, and some horned girl land.
Taking off her parachute, Britanny looked over and saw the injured werewolf. The girl was breathing heavily and looked injured. By the girl’s size, Britanny could tell that she couldn’t have been more than 18 at the most. “Hey, kid! What you doing here?”
Growling, Ranma shouted, “Sic semper tyrranus!” and lunged herself at the werecheetah.
Britanny let out a shriek and rolled backwards, letting the werewolf lunge over her. Britanny was getting back onto her feet just as the werewolf was. “What the hell’s your problem, kid!?” Britanny yelled at the little wolf.
“Great, first a werecheetah and now a werewolf,” Alex grumbled as she took off her parachute. “Listen kid, we aren’t here to harm yooOU!?” Alex yelped as she suddenly found herself dodging the werecheetah who was thrown at her.
Growling defiantly, Ranma stood her ground. She wasn’t going to let a couple of cats kill her. No way, no how! Ranma had every intention of staying alive.
Getting up from the ground, Britanny hissed. “All right you stinking little wolf! Your ass is grass!” Ranma was then running back towards the werewolf, who dodged Britanny’s clothesline.
Ranma smiled as the fight continued, rather proud of herself. As the fight went on, she would use the weretiger as a shield to compensate for the cheetah’s speed; an application of a little strategy Ranma had worked out to face off against Mint and Lime. The weretigress would be in cheetah’s way, and visa-versa. Ranma was proving herself to be a better fighter than the shopper and the pilot.
Finally, Britanny stopped a moment to take a breather. She looked over at the weretigress and said, “Okay, we’re being manhandled by an injured, under-aged werewolf... Any ideas?”
“Pay more attention in HTH drills?” Alex suggested. She had always thought herself capable of handling herself should the need to fight arise. This werewolf had shown her differently.
However, luckily for the two werecats, the fight was stopped. Before the werewolf could do any serious harm to the girls AND herself, Ranma was levitated in mid-air. “Wh-what the hell!?” Ranma yelled as she tried to right herself up in the air.
Britanny blinked her eyes once, twice, thrice. She looked to see something like a Peebo had the werewolf in a tractor beam. Turning to Brianna, she asked, “One of your ‘toys’?”
“Yep!” Brianna answered excitedly. “Meet the Peebo-Mag!”
“Peebo!” The little mechanical creation said.
“Brianna, you’ve gotta stop playing Phantasy Star Online,” Britanny grumbled as she cracked her back.
Tentatively moving up to the free-floating werewolf, Gina waved. “Relax already! We come in peace.”
“Yeah,” Brianna agreed as she walked next to her sister. She tried to do Vulcan greeting. “Live long and procreate.”
“Um, Brianna,” Britanny began, “That’s ‘prosper’, not ‘procreate’.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Brianna said, “Same difference.”
Blinking her eyes, Alex moved closer to Britanny and asked in a hushed voice, “Is she always like that?”
Sighing, Britanny nodded her head. “More or less.”
Meanwhile, as she floated, Ranma couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on.
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