I don’t own anything but the plot and Krista.  There, now that that’s over with, now I can 
clarify some details.
First off, Cologne didn’t cure Ranma of his curse.  All she did was change the tigger to a 
mental one and removed Ranma’s magnetism to water.  That’s all, I swear.
Secondly, Ranma didn’t use his Force-Lightning because to do so would tip off Yoda that 
he was practicing forbidden techniques.  Anyway, he wasn’t in that much trouble… yet.
Third, and last, for the record, it was Darth Maul’s Force-Lightning that unlocked 
Ranma’s curse again.  Ranma still has partial control, and very little water magnetism, 
but its back.  I’m sorry to the couple of people who didn’t want Ranko back (By the way, 
I’ll only use ‘Ranko’ when Ranma is undercover as her.  Other wise, it’ll be Ranma with 
feminine descriptions.), but overwhelming demands for her convinced me to bring her 
back.
Warning, mild language will be used in this chapter.  Now on with the story.

Aftermath

Ranma looked around at the faces surrounding her.  First was 
Krista.  The pretty, teenage friend of Ranma had her blonde hair 
pulled back in a high ponytail.  Currently her face was in a shocked 
position after seeing him change for the first time.  Next was 
Anakin, the young boy Qui-Gon had picked up on Tattoine who 
was thought to be the Chosen One; the one to bring balance to the 
Force.  He too was shocked beyond belief.  One minute he was 
looking at a boy with black hair, the next he was looking at a girl 
with dark red hair.  Then there was Master Yoda, who knew about 
his past, so he didn’t look that surprised.  He just raised one 
eyebrow and Ranma could have sworn he saw the corners of his 
mouth twitch.  The only one Ranma couldn’t see was Obi-Wan, 
that being because he was currently on the floor, laughing his ass 
off.  Ranma growled, which caught Obi-Wan’s attention.  He 
looked up, saw Ranma’s scowling face, and burst out laughing 
again.
“Ah, shut up Obi,” said an irritated Ranma.
“An explanation, you owe us all, Ranma.  Cured, you said you 
were,” Yoda told him.
“Wait, you knew all along that he could do this?” Krista asked in 
surprise.
“I said it was under control, not cured,” muttered Ranma as she 
adjusted her robes.  She then turned back to Krista, pointedly 
ignoring Obi-Wan who was still on the floor laughing.  “Sorry 
about not telling you, but I never thought that I’d have to deal with 
this again.  And will you shut up, Obi-Wan?” Ranma said, anger 
starting to show in her voice.
“Ok, ok, I’ll stop.  Heh, who would have thought,” said Obi-Wan 
as he got up, wiping tears from his eyes.
“Just can it, alright?” she asked as she went to get some hot water.

Ranma returned with two glasses of water, one hot, one cold.  He 
then proceeded to tell them the story of Jusenkyo, and how he got 
his curse.  When it was over he demonstrated it for them.
“Amazing, absolutely amazing,” said Obi-Wan.
“How, by the Force, did you manage to get this?  I don’t know of 
anything like that on any planets in this galaxy,” asked Krista.
“That’s because I got it on my home planet… Earth,” Ranma said 
softly.
“I’ve never heard of that planet,” said Obi-Wan.  “Is it in the Outer 
Rims?”
“No, it’s in another galaxy.  I came here after an accident,” Ranma 
told them.  Yoda looked at him curiously, but then shook his head 
as it was Ranma’s decision.
“But you were only four years old!” Krista exclaimed.
Ranma groaned in irritation.  It seems that he might have to tell 
them everything.  He looked to Yoda, who only nodded.  He 
sighed as he turned back to the curious group.
“It all started when I was six…”


After the detailed explanation of his life (if you don’t know it, then 
go check it out yourself) he finally finished, closing his eyes in 
expectation of the resulting outburst.  Instead, he felt a pair of cool 
arms pull him close and hug him.  His eyes snapped open and 
looked down at Krista’s head.  He could see that she was crying.
“Krista, why are you crying?” he asked in confusion.
“You had to go through so much, I’m just glad that you remained 
you,” she told him softly.
“I’m surprised that you didn’t turn to the Dark side, Ranma,” said 
Obi-Wan as he sat back, thinking about all that Ranma had told 
them.
“I’m sorry guys for not telling you, but I thought that I could just 
make a clean start.  I tried to leave my past behind me, but it seems 
that it has caught up with me,” said a slightly teary Ranma as he 
started to hug Krista back.  He found that he actually liked hugging 
her.
“Show this to the Council, we must,” Yoda told Ranma, an act that 
caused Ranma and Krista to stop hugging.  Ranma’s face had a 
look of worry on it.
“Are you sure about this, Master?” Ranma asked.  “They’re likely 
to run countless test on me.”
“Not sure, am I, but show this we must,” Yoda urged them.
“Ok, Master.  I don’t like it, but I’ll show them when we get back,” 
Ranma consented with a pout, causing the others to start laughing.


As Ranma had feared, once he had shown his now reactivated 
curse to the council, they had ordered that he get tested to see why 
it was activated.  Ranma was pinched, poked, and prodded.  In the 
end, the doctors and healers had concluded that while his body, 
both of them, were in perfect condition, the transformation was 
actually Force-based.  That had surprised the hell out of Ranma.  
What he couldn’t figure out was why it was that way.  As far as he 
knew, the force was pretty much none existent on Earth.  As 
Ranma left the testing facilities, muttering about quack doctors, he 
was mentally forming a plan to control the curse.  If he could 
control the Neko-Ken, he could control the curse.  He was so 
caught up in his thoughts, that he almost ran over little Anakin.
“Oh, hey Anakin,” Ranma said.
“Hey, Ranma.  What are you doing?” asked Anakin.
“I was about to ask you the same thing, Annie,” Ranma told him as 
he stretched his back out.  He had been forced to hold one very 
awkward position for two hours straight.
“I just came from class,” said Anakin.
“Oh, that’s cool.  I’m really starting to dislike Doctors, stupid 
quacks,” Ranma muttered the last part.
“But what about Krista?” asked Anakin as they started walking 
towards the training area.
“Krista’s a Healer.  There is a big difference between a doctor and 
a healer,” Ranma pointed out to Anakin.  “A doctor runs tests, 
prescribes medication, and is generally useless.  A healer on the 
other hand, does just that.  They heal you.  Krista happens to be 
unique as she can actually use the Force to heal wounds in seconds, 
just as long as they aren’t too bad.  Like with Qui-Gon, she healed 
the wound so that he would stay alive, but she couldn’t heal it 
completely.”
Anakin was silent for awhile.
“Ranma, do you ever miss your Mom?” Anakin asked softly.
Ranma stopped in his tracks, Anakin stopping shortly after.  
Ranma appeared to be in deep thought.
“Yeah, I guess I do,” Ranma said at last.  “But I don’t worry about 
things that I have no control over.  I just cherish the few memories 
that I have of her.”

After that, Anakin left for his next class and Ranma went for some 
training with the new Jedi Knight, Obi-Wan Kenobi.  As he 
walked in, he never even sensed the water until it hit him.
SPLASH!
“OBI!” yelled an enraged female voice, which was followed by 
Obi-Wan laughing his ass off.  Ranma adjusted her robes before 
getting a practice lightsaber off the rack, adjusting it so that it 
wouldn’t kill him but give him a hurting before swinging it at him.  
He managed to duck just in time to avoid getting a nasty shock.
“You have to do better than that, Ranma,” said Ob-Wan as he 
Force-pulled a lightsaber from the practice rack.
“Don’t worry, I will,” Ranma told him as she pressed her attack.  
For five minutes, all they did was parry each others blades while 
trying to tag the other.  They were in a stalemate until Ranma got 
an idea.  She back-flipped away while Force-pulling a second 
lightsaber from the rack and activating it.  She then charged in, 
calling out her technique.
“Katchu Tenshin Amiguriken Revised: Blade Dance!” she yelled 
before blurring.  In just two seconds, Ranma tagged Obi-Wan one 
hundred times, Obi-Wan having managed to block half of her 
strikes.
Obi-Wan fell to the ground, twitching.  Ranma smirked as he rose 
unsteadily to his feet.  Stunsabers might not be deadly, but they 
were perfect for practice as you could adjust the level of shock you 
wanted to give your opponent.  Ranma currently had hers at a high 
level of shock.
She then raised her sabers into a guarding stance.
“Again?” she asked smugly.


Time passes, as things do, and soon Ranma was celebrating his 
eighteenth birthday.  Ranma scoffed, he had his eighteenth 
birthday ages ago.
“I wonder, just how many people get to celebrate their eighteenth 
birthday twice?” Ranma muttered as he fitted the last piece into his 
new lightsaber.  He shook off those thoughts as he looked at his 
current masterpiece.  It was a couple inches longer than his last one, 
at 20 inches long.  He kept its previous thickness, but now it was 
completely smooth, except for the grip in the center.  There were 
no activator buttons as Ranma had put them on the inside.  Now, 
only someone trained in the Force could activate it.  He had also 
changed the color of the beam.  It was now an orange color, not 
like the blue or green of other lightsabers.  It was thanks to a weird 
crystal he had found on a planet in the Outer Rims.  It had actually 
saved his life.
Ranma had been searching for a Trandosion camp when his senses 
told him that danger was nearby.  He had turned to see what was 
behind him when his foot slipped on a rock.  A blaster bolt just 
barely missed his head and had actually cut off his ponytail, but 
missed his Padawan braid.
He had effectively taken out their camp, sending most of them to 
prison for their raiding of the nearby supply lines.  Some of them 
had put up a fight, though.  They could now be found six feet 
under.  When he had been ready to go, he went back to where he 
had slipped.  When he found the spot, he noticed that a blaster bolt 
had split the rock and inside there was an orange crystal.

Ranma sighed as he remembered that incident.  He never liked to 
kill anyone, but he had no choice.  It had been them or him.  He 
sighed again as he put that incident behind him and concentrated 
on altering his harness to accommodate his new lightsaber.  The 
straps that held the lightsaber needed to hold it, yet they needed to 
release it when he needed to take it out.

He was just finishing his harness, when he felt Krista come into his 
room.  He smirked at how silent she was trying to be, in other 
words, she was trying to sneak up on him.  He let her come closer 
before back-flipping out of his chair and landing behind her, his 
finger resting at the base of her neck, indicating that he could have 
killed her if he wanted to.
“Hey, Krista, what are you doing here?” Ranma asked as she 
turned around with a pout.
“I came to see why you were holed up in your room,” Krista 
replied as she picked up a holo-pad displaying them celebrating 
after saving a ambassador from an assassin on Maltranish, a small 
but wealthy planet.  They were hugging and smiling while an older 
man dressed in expensive clothes was behind them, a hand on each 
of their shoulders.  She smiled as she remembered the incident.  It 
had been their first test without their Masters with them.  They 
were fifteen at the time and had been assigned to protect the 
ambassador at all times.  The assassin had attempted to kill the 
ambassador in his sleep, but Ranma had sensed his approach and 
had intercepted him on the ambassador’s balcony.  A brief scuffle 
had ensued, but Ranma ended it with a pressure point, knocking 
the assassin out.  The ambassador had promised them that if they 
needed anything, to just call him.
Krista then saw Ranma’s new lightsaber and groaned a little.
“Not another one,” said Krista as she picked it up.  “What was 
wrong with your other one?”
“Nothing was wrong with it, but I had some new ideas to make it 
better.  Plus Anakin gave me a couple of pointers,” Ranma told her 
defensively as he waved his hands in front of him, warding off her 
anger.
Krista’s annoyance left her as she watched him try to keep her 
from getting upset.  She couldn’t help but smile at Ranma’s antics.
Ranma let out a sigh of relief when he saw her smile.  There was 
almost nothing that he wouldn’t do to see her smile at him.  Ranma 
knew by now that he had feelings for Krista that went beyond 
simple friendship, but he didn’t want to mess up what they had.  
Ranma was taken out of his thoughts by the Force telling him 
something.
“Something’s about to happen,” Ranma told Krista seriously.
“Huh?” Krista asked just before Ranma’s communicator started 
beeping.  Ranma detached it from his belt and brought it up to his 
mouth.
“Yes, Master?” he asked.
“Need you, we do.  To the Council Chambers you must go.  Find 
Krista as you go, you should,” Yoda’s voice told him.
“I understand, Master.  I’ll leave immediately.” said Ranma as he 
put the communicator back on his belt.  He then turned to Krista.
“Seeing as you’re already here, shall we go?” Ranma asked as he 
headed towards the door.


Ranma and Krista waited for the Masters to tell them why they 
were there.  Ranma found it suspicious that Yoda wouldn’t meet 
his gaze, as if he was guilty or something.  Krista’s Master was 
there too.  Finally, Master Windu spoke up.
“I’m glad that you got here so quickly, young Ranma,” he began.  
“This isn’t easy to say, but we need your special qualities for a 
mission.

Ok, good place to stop.  I know many of you probably thought that I had forgotten about 
this story, but like most of my other stories, I only had writer’s block.
Love it?  Hate it?  Please review.  Flames will be used to light my incense. (Sandalwood, 
for now.)