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Warning: Mild Swearing and Adult Situations
Rescue Mission
Ranma was working his frustrations out in the training hall. He was fighting a practice droid that the students at the temple used for lightsaber training; however Ranma was using his bare hands and feet. The other students watched with awe as he handed the droid its ass on a silver platter. With final cry of effort, Ranma’s fist punched through the droids chest, sending the droid flying several meters across the room, finally sliding to a stop with a trail of sparks. There was silence in room, broken only by Ranma’s labored breathing as he caught his breath. He stood up straight and stalked from the room, his frustration expanded a bit, but he was still a little upset. The reason for his frustration was his next mission, a mission that only he was suited for. As he stormed back to his room, his mind thought back to the meeting with the Council.
(Flashback)
“We have need of your unique qualities,” said Master Windu cautiously.
“What do you mean?” asked Ranma curiously, Krista looking on.
“Several of our female Jedi have gone missing on an assignment. We need you to go and rescue them,” explained Master Yuan Ti calmly.
“Why not send a Knight?” Ranma asked, confused as to his involvement.
“We have,” replied Master Ioun. “We sent in two Jedi Knights; however they were no match apparently as we received a distress call from one a few days ago.”
“Okay, why send me?” asked Ranma, starting to get irritated.
“The assignment that the others were on was a diplomatic mission,” explained Master Windu. “A Baron has made threats on his neighbors, so we sent someone to handle the situation. However, when Tishtas didn’t report back on schedule, we sent Dragona to find out what happened. Thomas was sent with her to assist her, but he was the one who sent the distress signal.”
“I still don’t see why you need me, a lowly Padawan,” Ranma told them, trying to get to the point.
“This particular Baron is known for his love of women, he’s always on the look out for new female slaves to add to his harem. Rumor has it that he kills the girls he grows bored with,” said a Master whose name Ranma didn’t know.
“And?” prompted Ranma.
“We need you to infiltrate his mansion and rescue Tishtas, Dragona, and Thomas; as well as any others the Baron has captive,” explained Master Windu.
“How?” Ranma asked simply, resigned to this mission.
“You will need to pose as a slave girl in order to secure access to the Baron’s compound,” Master Windu said, waiting for Ranma’s response. It was not long in coming.
Ranma was shocked into silence. They didn’t actually expect him to… no, not possible.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” exclaimed Ranma in denial.
“Are you serious?” asked Krista in surprise. Ranma looked at her in shock; he had forgotten that she was in the room.
“Absolutely,” replied Master Windu. “Ranma, your ability to hide items is essential to this plan. We need to resolve this situation and you are our best hope.”
“Fine, are we done here?” snapped Ranma, annoyed that they would want to use his female form like this.
“Yes, we are. May the Force be with you,” replied Master Windu.
(End Flashback)
Ranma took a deep breath before entering his room. He stopped short of the doorway as he felt something…odd. There was a disturbance in the Force, coming from somewhere far away, on a different planet. His eyes narrowed as the disturbance had the taint of the dark side. Something big was happening, but he couldn’t tell what. That same dark side was clouding his senses and it was starting to piss him off royally. He shut his door and took off towards Yoda’s apartment at full speed, his form blurring as he pumped his body with ki and the Force. He forwent the elevator and used the stairs, knowing that he would only be slowed down by the elevator. He had to go up over ten floors before he slid to a stop in front of Yoda’s door. He could sense that Yoda was inside and he knocked urgently on the door. The door slid open with a small hiss and Yoda looked up at his apprentice.
“Help you can I?” he asked curiously.
“Didn’t you feel it?” Ranma asked in shock.
Yoda’s eyes narrowed as he let loose his senses, trying to feel what his Padawan had felt. His eyes flew open as he felt traces of the surge of dark energy. He immediately started hurrying to the Council Chambers where he knew the Masters were in session.
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Ranma walked away from the Council Chambers as Yoda spoke to the Masters about the surge of Dark energy. He had given Yoda a summery of what he had felt and Yoda had taken that info in with him to the Masters. Ranma frowned as he realized that he had to get ready for his mission. As he walked to his room, the other apprentices quickly got out of his way. Perhaps because of the look on his face, perhaps because the rumor mill had already circulated the info of his mission, but probably the real reason was because his aura was still going at full blast. Ranma noticed this and drew his aura in with a nervous chuckle.
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Krista sat in her room, getting ready for the mission. After Ranma had left, she had requested that she accompany Ranma on the mission. The Masters debated letting her go for a while before consenting. She held up the outfit that they would have to wear and winced. Ranma was not going to like this. The outfit was a harem uniform, basically just bikini tops and bottoms with see-thru material over top. Hers was a dark red color with gold trimming. She was about to head out to find Ranma when she felt a ripple in the Force. Something was about to happen.
“AHHHHHHHH!” came a scream from down the hall.
“Looks like Ranma found his outfit,” Krista remarked dryly.
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“I can’t believe that I’m doing this,” muttered Ranma as they sat down in a transport ship. Ranma and Krista were in their slave outfits and Ranma had both of their lightsabers in sub-space, along with a change of clothes and extra lightsabers for the captured Jedi. Ranma’s outfit has a light blue color with ruby red trimming. She brooded the whole trip, trying to find an upside to the whole situation. The only thing she could come up with was that she got to see Krista in a bikini.
The trip was over too soon for Ranma, seeing as she was dreading the whole experience. They stood up as the door hissed open and were surprised to see four guards standing there waiting for them. Ranma nodded to Krista and stepped out of the ship. She was immediately bound and blindfolded. She could hear them doing the same to Krista behind her. They were shoved into a vehicle of some sort that took off to an unknown destination. Ranma tried to pay attention to the movements of the vehicle, but it was too confusing. Instead, she spread out her senses and scanned the occupants of the vehicle. All her captures were in good health judging by their auras, and their auras were laced with lustful ki. Ranma’s face got a disgusted look to it as she realized why.
Ranma felt a hand caress her face and she gave the hand a hard bite.
“Ow, you bitch!” shouted the guard that she bit. The guard gave her a solid punch to the face and Ranma pretended to be knocked out. “Pathetic. Maybe you’ll last longer, eh sweetie?”
It took all Ranma’s self control not to kill the man as she knew that comment was aimed at Krista.
As they got closer to their destination, Ranma felt the guard next to her check to see if she was still unconscious.
“This one is out still, sedate the other one,” he ordered the guard in the back seat. Ranma heard Krista let out a muffle protest as they sedated her. Not too long after that, she felt the vehicle come to a stop and she heard the doors open. The guards hauled her and Krista out and Ranma nearly blew her cover when her guard groped her when he took her out of the vehicle. As her mind started thinking about proper ways of killing the pervert, she realized the path her mind was going and centered herself. She was walking a fine line already; she didn’t want to head down the path of the dark side. The guard lifted her into a fireman’s carry, coping a feel as he did so. She just grit her teeth and ignored the perverts fondling. They were carried through a building and this time she was able to remember the path the guard took. Though, as she thought about it, they would probably ‘borrow’ one of the Baron’s ships.
“Here we go,” said an older woman as Ranma ‘woke up’. “Easy there dear, you might have a concussion.”
“I’m okay,” Ranma told her as she took in her surroundings. She was in what appeared to be slave quarters, with a laser door included. If you tried walking through that door you’d end up dead in an instant. Ranma smirked as she had ways around that particular obstacle. She stood up and looked at the woman who had helped her. She had stood up to the guards when they had tried to take advantage of her ‘helpless’ self. She bowed to the woman.
“Thank you for your help, but I must be going,” Ranma told her before heading to the door.
“Wait, you can’t leave,” the woman practically shouted. “Even if you could get through the door, the Baron is on his way here. You’ll never get past him and his guards.”
Ranma was going to proceed anyway, but what the old woman said gave her an idea. Instead she turned back to the woman.
“How did you know that I can get past the door?” Ranma asked her as she sat down beside the woman.
“A Jedi can do what others call impossible,” the woman said softly.
Ranma’s body tensed up.
“What do you mean? I’m no Jedi,” Ranma told her cautiously.
“The Force is strong with you, young lady. There is no possible way for you to not be a Jedi,” the woman said with a smile. “Besides, you have scars that look suspiciously like lightsaber scars.”
Ranma was floored. This old lady knew that she was a Jedi!
“You can’t say anything,” Ranma practically pleaded. “The lived of my companions depends on me.”
“If my master asks, I have to tell him,” said the old lady sadly.
Ranma was prevented from saying anything else by the arrival of the Baron. He looked exactly like the hologram in the briefing she had been given. He was overweight and bald. He had a dangerous look to his eyes; the look that only power can give you. His eyes roamed over her body and she didn’t like the look that entered his eyes.
“Well what have we here?” he asked with an arrogant voice. “A defenseless blossom, just waiting to be…plucked.”
“Where is my friend?” Ranma demanded.
“Oh, she’s waiting for me to come welcome her to my humble home,” sneered the Baron. He walked over to Ranma and grabbed her chin, tilting her head from side to side, as if he was appraising an animal. “Very nice. I shall certainly enjoy getting to know you.”
“Don’t bet on it, creep,” said Ranma as she pulled her lightsaber from sub-space and turned it on. The Baron took a step back, but he stopped when Ranma leveled her lightsaber at his neck. “Strip, now.”
The man glared at her as he pulled off his clothes. When he started to pull off everything, Ranma stopped him.
“Please, I don’t want to see ‘Little Baron’,” Ranma told him. She then motioned to the guards that stood motionless just inside the doorway. “You two, come here.”
Once they had gotten over to her, she deactivated her lightsaber and knocked them all out with strikes to certain pressure points. She grabbed all their weapons and keycards and looked around for the old woman. She found her cowering in a corner and pulled her out before activating the laser door.
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She searched through all the cells until she found the missing Jedi and Krista. They were all separated so it took a little while until they were all accounted for.
“Ranma!” shouted Krista when she freed her. Krista ran up and gave her a hug. “I was so worried. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Ranma told her as she hugged her back.
“Ahem,” said Thomas when the two of them didn’t let go right away. When they broke apart, he continued. “Thank you for your help, but shouldn’t we being trying to escape.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it all figured out,” Ranma told him with a smirk.
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“When you said that you had it all figured out, I thought you had an actual plan!” shouted Thomas as they battled the palace guards. Some guards had seen them running to the hanger and had set off the alarms. There were currently about a hundred guards between them and the hanger.
“I did, but I didn’t take into account that you are a klutz!” Ranma shouted back as she deflected a blaster bolt back at a guard.
“I am not a klutz!” Thomas yelled, barely dodging out of the way of a bolt.
“Can we finish this after we escape?” growled Krista as she pulled the two of them close to her.
Ranma nodded and decided to save some time. She put away her lightsaber and pulled out a simple piece of cloth. The others were shocked when she simply disappeared. Ranma stood up and started charging up her ki. She pulled her hands to her right hip and focused on not letting her ki escape. That was the hardest part of this move, keeping the ki contained. She let the ki pool between her hands for a few seconds before throwing her hands forward while crying out her move.
“SHIN MOKO TAKABISHA!”
Instead of a ball of ki, a bar of pure destruction came from her hands. The guards didn’t even have time to scream before they were disintegrated. Ranma slumped to the ground, totally exhausted after using that move. She had only used that move twice before, and each time she had to spend a week recovering her lost ki. They others stood up and were shocked at the amount of damage Ranma was able to cause. They looked down at her with no small amount of awe, and a little bit of fear. However, Ranma didn’t see this as she was struggling to stand up. They grabbed her and ran into the hanger bay; however most of the ships were now nothing more than scrap metal.
“Oops,” muttered Ranma as she looked at what she had done. “Guess I overdid it a little.”
The others just nodded, still too shocked to say anything. Most of these ships had been modified to withstand a lot of damage, but they were all destroyed by a little girl.
“Ranma, you have got to teach me how to do that,” Thomas said as he helped pull her into one of the two undamaged ship while Dragona went to disable the other one.
“Sure thing, just let me sleep for a month,” muttered Ranma as she started to drift off to sleep.
The five of them made it safely off the planet and back to Corusant, with Ranma sleeping the whole way there.
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There, a new chapter. This was just to show what some of their missions are like. Ranma usually doesn’t use his ki abilities like that, but he needed to leave and fast.
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