After defeating the large hoard of of robots, some of which even looked like who ever assembled them understood what they were doing and long after the
hoard of hideous mutated things have been disposed of Ranma followed his father into the room at the end of the hall. Today his father had promised to
introduce him to the one that raised him. The one that taught him honor and taught him to interact with others. The one that taught him logic and also the
one that Genma had apparently invented the dreaded 'Crouch of the Wild Tiger' to deal with.
Apparently, his old man had left home early in life after meeting up with the old freak in the nearby town. 'The' mind you, therre wasn't
anywhere else in a week or three's walk apparently. In fact, the old freak had manage to find that town only after inventing a varient for dimensional
travel invented as a quick escape after some miko had managed to detect him why peeping out of phase with reality.
It'd taken 3 months to get the old freak to agree to teach him the move, his father was apparently a bit homesick and it seemed like a good chance to
expand his technique base. It had taken him two weeks to learn it and another 3 to learn to aim and find his father's homeland. Always knew his old man
was from somewhere with out of this world logic, nice to be confirmed right. They'd arrived in the town after an hour's walk and after spending the
night in said town, weird place and paranoid to boot what was with all the twins and thripletts, they'd met his father's two remaining brothers and
walked into the main town after a few hours hiking.
Once there Ranma was treated to some confusing, illogical bantering with the gate guards and been led to an arena for testing or something. That'd been
fun. Then he'd been given a lot of forms which after the first three, badly written and illogical forms given to him by a staff of office workers who
acted like they'd never had to actually deal with a real live tourist before, he'd just started filling in 'How should I know?', 'I should
know this why?', 'I don't know what this question even means... does the guy who wrote this even know what it means?', and 'I
don't'know green?'. Then handed in the forms of frustratation... it didn't help that the forms were also in English, he silently thanked his
English teacher, chibi energy vampire that she was, for actually making the class intresting enough to pay attention on occasion.
It'd taken 4 more hours to process his forms... which apparently involved lots of changing of staff, the staff changing the their close to one's of
different colors, dozens and dozens of calls over the PA system about so and so needs to report to somekind of booth and to have a Nice day, and people
rambling on about communsists. THe high light of this was when some guys in red and/or black outfits had shot a drink machine to death with ray guns, some
about routine maintanence, and he'd amused himself with attempting to replicate the beams. The red ones were easy... but the black ones were really hard
and the best he could get was a darkish purplely grey. As far as he could tell these beams didn't actually damage anything... but they made him less
bored. Amusingly both his ability to make colored beams of light and how he'd changed when the drink machine had hose him down with various heated and
cooled liquids was blaimed on the drink machine... which he smiled and agreed with rather than explain things.
So, when he finally got the results of whatever it was those forms actually tested the guy who'd originally been at the counter and came up to his, in a
snazzy white suit for some reason, and given him a tourist ID on a white card with a neat picture that changed between pictures of his forms when tilted, and a
new white outfit with a yellow stripe to wear. He still didn't know what was going on.
After reading the card and asking what 'Ultra Viloet' clearance was, the response was something about that informormation being beyond his pay
grade... which the oddly interactive PA system agreed with him on. Shaking this off as an oddity of the place, he gone out and met his extremely impressed
father and uncles. Apparently his 'clearance level' ment they could eat at the really good restraunts.
Ranma Saotome in 'Beyond Ultraviloet'
...
You do not have clearance to know how to spell that citizen, please report to termination chamber 30.06 and Have a Nice Day!
hoard of hideous mutated things have been disposed of Ranma followed his father into the room at the end of the hall. Today his father had promised to
introduce him to the one that raised him. The one that taught him honor and taught him to interact with others. The one that taught him logic and also the
one that Genma had apparently invented the dreaded 'Crouch of the Wild Tiger' to deal with.
Apparently, his old man had left home early in life after meeting up with the old freak in the nearby town. 'The' mind you, therre wasn't
anywhere else in a week or three's walk apparently. In fact, the old freak had manage to find that town only after inventing a varient for dimensional
travel invented as a quick escape after some miko had managed to detect him why peeping out of phase with reality.
It'd taken 3 months to get the old freak to agree to teach him the move, his father was apparently a bit homesick and it seemed like a good chance to
expand his technique base. It had taken him two weeks to learn it and another 3 to learn to aim and find his father's homeland. Always knew his old man
was from somewhere with out of this world logic, nice to be confirmed right. They'd arrived in the town after an hour's walk and after spending the
night in said town, weird place and paranoid to boot what was with all the twins and thripletts, they'd met his father's two remaining brothers and
walked into the main town after a few hours hiking.
Once there Ranma was treated to some confusing, illogical bantering with the gate guards and been led to an arena for testing or something. That'd been
fun. Then he'd been given a lot of forms which after the first three, badly written and illogical forms given to him by a staff of office workers who
acted like they'd never had to actually deal with a real live tourist before, he'd just started filling in 'How should I know?', 'I should
know this why?', 'I don't know what this question even means... does the guy who wrote this even know what it means?', and 'I
don't'know green?'. Then handed in the forms of frustratation... it didn't help that the forms were also in English, he silently thanked his
English teacher, chibi energy vampire that she was, for actually making the class intresting enough to pay attention on occasion.
It'd taken 4 more hours to process his forms... which apparently involved lots of changing of staff, the staff changing the their close to one's of
different colors, dozens and dozens of calls over the PA system about so and so needs to report to somekind of booth and to have a Nice day, and people
rambling on about communsists. THe high light of this was when some guys in red and/or black outfits had shot a drink machine to death with ray guns, some
about routine maintanence, and he'd amused himself with attempting to replicate the beams. The red ones were easy... but the black ones were really hard
and the best he could get was a darkish purplely grey. As far as he could tell these beams didn't actually damage anything... but they made him less
bored. Amusingly both his ability to make colored beams of light and how he'd changed when the drink machine had hose him down with various heated and
cooled liquids was blaimed on the drink machine... which he smiled and agreed with rather than explain things.
So, when he finally got the results of whatever it was those forms actually tested the guy who'd originally been at the counter and came up to his, in a
snazzy white suit for some reason, and given him a tourist ID on a white card with a neat picture that changed between pictures of his forms when tilted, and a
new white outfit with a yellow stripe to wear. He still didn't know what was going on.
After reading the card and asking what 'Ultra Viloet' clearance was, the response was something about that informormation being beyond his pay
grade... which the oddly interactive PA system agreed with him on. Shaking this off as an oddity of the place, he gone out and met his extremely impressed
father and uncles. Apparently his 'clearance level' ment they could eat at the really good restraunts.
Ranma Saotome in 'Beyond Ultraviloet'
...
You do not have clearance to know how to spell that citizen, please report to termination chamber 30.06 and Have a Nice Day!