(Writer's Note: information on the 33-S's appearing in this part of the Addventure are based on what Shawn Hagen created for his BGC fanfic series No Armour Against Fate. G.)
"Sylvie, look at this!"
Golden-brown eyes blinked as the young woman with the dark lavender hair looked over her friend/sister's shoulder at the readout. The implications quickly sank in. "Are you sure about this, Anri?!"
"More than sure!" Anri's blue eyes twinkled with delight. "The person who's now fighting with the landing party from the Voyager is another version of the man who liberated all of us from Genom's control! And there're twelve people here now in the base who share the same paternal ancestry as Moroboshi-sama! They're his half-sisters, Sylvie!"
Taking that in, Sylvie took a deep breath, fighting down the urge to whoop with delight at this wonderful turn of events. "Have they been allocated to any groups by the Cylon or Ataru-sama?"
"Yes. They're designated as Group 'Princess One.'"
"Alright, then. Status of their brainwashing?"
A warning tone entered Anri's voice. "Sylvie..."
Sylvie gave Anri a knowing wink. "I don't think Six's watching over us, Anri. We're harmless to her."
"Let's play it safe anyway," Anri quietly advised, then checked out the monitor screen before her eyes widened. "That's odd..."
"What?"
"According to this, the brainwashing hasn't taken any affect on any of the girls in this group."
Sylvie gaped. "Are you sure?!"
"Positive!" Anri assured her. "We could release them right from here and they can be transported out of here without delay!"
Sylvie considered that, her teeth pressing into her lower lip. Watching her, Anri could only thank the merciful Fates that Moroboshi Ataru had come along and rescued them and their beloved friends/sisters from that hellhole-in-space called "Genaros." If what Ataru had told the five Bu-33S's when they were brought to this dimension -- along with every other Sexaroid built, regardless if they were Sylvie's or Anri's direct type (the "first generation" units) or the other type Genom built as a special shock trooper (the "second generation" units) -- had they carried out their plan to escape human bondage and fled to Earth, Meg, Lou and Nam would've been shot dead by the station's force of Doberman space battle boomers. Anri would've been badly wounded in the escape, forcing Sylvie to make use of a nuclear bomb-equipped DD Battlemover, hidden aboard the shuttle they would've used to escape Genaros, to track down the blood necessary to keep Anri alive and well.
Worst of all, there were other parties who would've gladly taken advantage of the Sexaroids' plight for their own purposes.
One of them, it turned out, was a one-of-a-kind "omniboomer" named Largo, who had contacted Sylvie and her friends just days before Ataru whisked them off Genaros.
The implications of a situation like that were just too gruesome for Anri to contemplate.
"Contact Kiki's team," Sylvie whispered. "Have them go free Moroboshi-sama's sisters, then shift them to a place of safety. If Six or Ataru-sama complains, tell them we're using those girls to bait their brother into a trap."
Anri stared at Sylvie, then nodded. "Okay..."
"We got a problem."
"What's that, Harry?" Tom Paris asked.
The Voyager away team and Moroboshi Ataru had just decided to help the latter free his sisters from suspension and have them transported to the Windrider and safety. "I just detected two groups coming our way," Harry Kim reported. "All female. Some in one group don't register as Terran-type humanoids. And it turns out that one of those girls is flying."
Eyes turned to Ataru. Taking that in, he breathed out. "That's Lum. The other me must know I'm here now," he whispered.
"A strong possibility," Tuvok mused. "Do you have a suggestion as to how we should proceed?"
"It's a no-brainer," Ataru replied. "Let me draw their attention, then I'll lead them off on a mad goose chase away from you guys. You go in, get my sisters out, then after getting them to safety, go bail out your captain and shipmates."
"You want some help?" Harry asked.
Ataru chuckled. "Kim-shoui, if there's one thing I carried with me when I left Tomobiki a year ago, it's the ability to avoid being hurt when it didn't suit whatever purpose I had in mind. I'll be fine."
"Good luck," Tom cheered him...
Still cloaked by the Umisen-ken, Saotome Ranma remained a good five metres back from Group 'Yatsura.' Despite the amount of concentration he needed to maintain the null-chi cloak, he was able to take a chance to gauge his potential opponent's abilities. He had concluded right away that the real dangerous ones of this particular team were Lum (because of the bio-electricity she could shoot off, plus her flying skills) and Oyuki (because of her ice-generating abilities). Benten and Fujinami Ryuunosuke were both well-skilled hand-to-hand fighters, but neither had even a tithe of Ranma's experience or training. Ran was too dependent on her bazooka to be much of a threat and her youth-sucking skills only worked via a mouth-to-mouth kiss. Miyake Shinobu and Mizunokoji Asuka were potential problems because of their ability to manipulate their own chi energy to grant them enormous levels of physical strength, but as Ranma's many fights with Hibiki Ryouga proved, strength wasn't everything. As for Sakurambou Sakura, she seemed somewhat compitent with the blaster in her hand, but that was it.
Footsteps. Ranma froze in place as he watched another group come up to meet Lum's team, then his heart sank on seeing who they were. His three fiancees, the nutcase who also considered herself a suitor for his hand, his homeroom teacher, that kleptomaniac Shiratori and the orphaned sisters who once claimed Tendou Souun as their long-lost father. Damn, this was not good...
A shrill whistle echoed from a side corridor. "HEY, LADIES!!!!"
The members of Groups 'Yatsura' and 'Nibunoichi' spun around to see a semi-cloaked figure standing a dozen metres away. "There he is!! Just like our Darling Master told us!! Get him!!" Lum declared, pointing at Ataru.
Both groups charged toward their target, who remained still for a second before whipping out his Range Hunter. "Surprise!!"
Shrieks of shock and disbelief escaped the possessed attackers as a storm of lead raced at them, smacking into the walls and ceiling to shower them with dust and bits of shattered concrete. Ataru drew back his weapon as he reached into his pants pockets. "Here, have some sonic grenades!" he called out as he flipped two devices in their direction. "I got loads for you to have!"
The round spheroids bounced off the ground several times before detonating. The force of the blast slammed into Lum and her companions, sending them all flying back several metres. As they all piled up in a tumble of arms and legs, Ataru nodded, then raced off. "Come catch me if you can!!" his taunt echoed through the hallways.
From his point of safety nearby, Ranma could only whistle. From what the martial artist did know of Moroboshi Ataru, he was capable of many things. But one thing he certainly was not was an expert with guns and other instruments of war. He had made his feelings more than clear on the subject in the fourth Yatsura movie, Lum The Forever. So what the hell was this version of Ataru doing shooting and chucking grenades at women he supposedly cared about?
Unless...
A groan escaped from the pile of dazed women nearby as...
(Posted Sat, 14 Feb 2004 10:41)
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