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Universe Subject To Change Without Notice 2

Universe Subject To Change Without Notice 2

Ranma 1/2 and the characters therein are the property of Rumiko Takahashi. Sailor Moon and the characters therein are the property of Naoko Takeuchi. Based on "Sailor Ranko" by Duncan Zillman.

Additionally this is a fan fiction based on other fan fictions to understand this section I recommend reading the works of these fan fiction authors who wonderfully evolved these characters. 

Universe Subject To Change Without Notice 1

 

Disclaimer: The following story is a fan fiction -- it is just for fun... Any characters you recognize belong to their respective creators. Any characters you do not recognize are figments of my own warped imagination, and bear no resemblance to any person, living or dead. If the story matches the timeline, characters, or continuity in any way, blame it on dumb luck; this is only a fan fiction. For the real thing and far better writing (and editing) go to the original authors:

I am doing this mainly for the fun of it, but any constructive criticism and advice is welcome (and I am fairly thick skinned). This is a creative exercise and a token of appreciation of the various story universes. Any violations of copyright, trademark or use of real people or incidents are only for purposes of humor or parody and solely for the free enjoyment of the reader. If you are paying to view this you have been robbed.

Chicago Convergence By Tenwaters

Disclaimer The following story is a fan fiction it is just for fun... This is a multiple crossover. Characters you recognize from other TV shows, books and films will belong to their respective creators. Any you don’t recognize are figments of my own warped imagination, and bear no resemblance to any person, living or dead. There is one exception, a brief reference to the TV show bah bah black sheep, a show that was loosely based on a historic person.

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Tales of Airousse Moor One The Out-Of-Towner also The Wizards Son

Tales of Airousse Moor One

The Out-Of-Towner    by Tenwaters

Galactic Standard time 38778645.43

Galactic coordinate      890356 127501 00302441

Report by Commander Tay Kopz Galactic Scout Corps   

This document is a journal of Investigation. The planet in question is a small class forty-two planet, forth planet from local star in the system.

Tales of Airousse Moor One The Assassin’s Curse

Tales of Airousse Moor One

The Assassin’s Curse                   By Tenwaters (for reading on http://stardustr.us only)

To say Bill Bigalow was a killer while technically correct, would be imprecise, insulting, and most likely unhealthy.  To start with Bill Bigalow was not his real name just the last one he had been using.  Though he had killed a number of people there was no one who could prove it.  In most cases no one could prove that his victims were even murdered.  The man currently calling himself Bill Bigalow was a master spy and assassin.  He was no casual killer he was an artist.  Of course he did not practice his trade in Airousse Moor the Guild there was a little to territorial for his tastes. 

Son of the Sword Master

Tales of Airousse Moor One

Son of the Sword Master

   By Tenwaters

Sanarth Marn loved the ladies he was tall handsome and had a clever tongue.  Sanarth was not the totally self absorbed hedonist that many associate with the image of a ladies' man.  He was kind understanding had a great sense of humor.  He also was the son of a master duelist and had a sword in his hands since he was old enough to walk.  By the time he was twelve his swordsmanship was such his father had him helping with classes.  He was in fact a true prodigy of the sword able to defeat skilled students twice his age.  He was also skilled in unarmored combat.  He had one little blind spot that frustrated women and get him in trouble with men.  To say that Sanarth was a non possessive lover would be about as much an understatement as saying the Great Wall of China was a somewhat labor intensive.  Sanarth did not even understand the concept of exclusivity of sexual partners.  When a woman tried to make him jealous he simply respected her new choice.  He also tended to ignore the commitments of others.  By his seventeenth year Sanarth was undefeated in twenty duels.  He had yet to kill a man, preferring to disarm his opponents and allow them to apologize.        

Thieves Guild, of Blessings and Curses

Tales of Airousse Moor One

Thieves Guild, of Blessings and Curses

   by Tenwaters 

Worming her way through a narrow air shaft Kayren lowered herself into the room. Not trusting the small rug under the air shaft she swung herself to a clear patch of floor. Landing safely she quickly went to work on the locked door. Finding an odd resistance as she slid the door open less than a millimeter she began a check for traps. She discovered a deadfall and quickly disarmed it. After locking the door behind her and rearming the trap, she carefully moved across the room to a small pedestal the object of her search rested upon its top. She looked at the pedestal and brought out a tube of resin carefully squirting the mixture into the four corners of the top plate. She waited for the resin to set then carefully removed the golden A from the pedestal then proceeded out by a different rout taking care to making sure all signs of the break-in were hidden while leaving seemly amateurish clues to the escape route. Soon she was on the street and away. The next day she turned in her homework. The junior class went to the lab and began to try to analyze the scene of the crime. They concluded the job was done by someone that worked for the lab; it had to be an inside job. That evening the faculty of the Thieves Guild Academy pronounced Kayren ready for her graduation exercise. Kayren was at first overjoyed at the news only ten members of the senior class were deemed worthy of the graduation exercise that could move them from the ranks of student to apprentice. The students that did the most impressive exercise would qualify for the inspector track. Students were allowed to work in groups and use outside help but no more then three students could be in any one group. Kayren had grown up a child of the streets she never knew her father her mother worked nights on the street of lanterns. A drab mousey looking tomboy with a restless energy and intelligence, she was not of a type to do well in her mother’s ancient profession. Despite being just shy of ugly she did make and hold friends. One of her longest held and dearest friends was Jarken Kendell. Jarken was the second son of a merchant family. To Jarken’s family Kayren was always; “that little ragamuffin you hang around with.” They were friends and coconspirators for two years before his parents realized she was a girl. There are some who would say that Jarken, who grew to be a rather handsome young man, never realized it. It was Jarken, who was very bright and had access to some of the best local education could offer, that taught her to read. Kayren became an avid reader she read everything she could get her hands on and she had very clever hands. It was her habit of borrowing books that gained her the sponsor that paid her way into her guild. She acquired a ledger from one of Jarken’s grandfather’s partners, a ledger that was not intended for the elder Mr. Kendell’s eye. Much to the chagrin of Jarken’s mother the Kendell patriarch was very grateful to uncover his partner’s duplicity. A practical man grandfather Kendell sponsored Kayren’s career in law enforcement. Let’s pause for a moment in the telling of this tale. At this time you are probably looking at that last paragraph and saying; “law enforcement, I thought you said Kayren was in the Thieves Guild Academy.” Let us take this time to add a bit of social political perspective. Airousse Moor is not exactly your standard medieval town it was founded as a neutral meeting ground for wizards. It is sits in the middle of a multi dimensional rift in its own little pocket universe. It has easy access to over two hundred different dimensions, in over two dozen universes it is visible as a floating island in the sky (visible but intangible). The powerful wizards that came to this neutral place to learn and trade kept to very simple rules: Rule one. Wizards will take their duels or battles elsewhere. Rule two. Any Wizard who breaks rule one is any enemy to all Wizards and forfeits the protection of Rule one. Rule three. For all non Wizards don’t piss off a Wizard Rule four. Wizards are allowed to creatively express their displeasure against non wizards and apprentices so long as they are able to explain to the wizards counsel what pissed them off. Rule five. Try to be proportionate. The great wealth and magic available in the city brought in merchants and craftsmen. Needless to say, the above rules did little to protect these less magical citizens with the exception of a few cherished protected well sponsored affiliates. The mages really did not care. This created a bit of a power vacuum. With no law to administer, what was becoming a large city, non magical mayhem ran rampant. Into this environment came a talented entrepreneur organizing the outlaw element and selling protection. It is said if you outlaw anything a black market will provide. In Airousse Moor organized law enforcement was not provided and in a city with thousands of travelers and transients, protection was more than controlling the local thugs. The Thieves Guild of Airousse Moor became the source of law and order. The Thieves Guild Academy trained thieves, bodyguards, spies, assassins, police, bounty hunters, ninja, and even an order of monks producing some of the best operatives in the multiverse. The best of the best became the Thieves Guild Enforcers or as the uninitiated called them Airousse Moor Police Inspectors. On the inspector track Kayren could expect to make Inspector in one to four years and retire after ten years the financial compensation was incredible. Trying to bribe an inspector was expensive and difficult, Kings were cheaper to ransom. To pass the graduation exercise the student had to take an item of value and keep it safe for two days returning it to the Master of the Test on the day of grading. Judging would be based on value of the object, difficulty in obtaining it, and not getting caught. Kayren was a very talented student she learned fastest of all the students in her class and she was a natural athlete. She had a talent for mechanics that amazed her instructors. She also had a bit of a competitive streak. Her chief rival for class standing was Herman Holtzer. While Kayren greatest strengths were technical proficiency and near invisibility. Herman was the master of the con game. Herman had that sort of charisma that never quit. He was reasonably good at most things and could talk his way out of anything. In their grifting class they teamed up, with Herman acting as pitch man while Kayren played the shill. They worked so well together that the class began threatening to sabotage them if they ever teamed up again. Kayren was never really good at giving the pitch herself she was just a little too plain to get anyone’s attention. The ten graduation candidates quickly formed teams, Herman headed a three man team, and six others paired up leaving Kayren as odd man out. This did not bother Kayren for she had a secret ally. Jarken Kendell owed her a big favor the tall handsome red headed apprentice wizard was at a career crisis this time last year. In most branches of wizardry Jarken was at the top of his class, his warding instructor said he was his best pupil he had seen in a century. Divination was his Achilles’ heel. In point of fact Jarken was in danger of failing divination. The divination final was very simple all the student had to do was answer twenty simple questions on a piece of paper hidden in a well protected vault, and so it was that he turned to his trusted childhood friend for help. With Jarken’s aid Kayren gained access to the questions and Jarken Kendell passed the exam. Pulling off a job in the wizardry school, he owed her a big time and now was the time to collect. The graduation candidates were given a list of forty buildings; all had consented to be part of the exercise. The candidates were told that the security staffs were alerted that they were to be tested within the month. The candidates were then given three weeks to complete their assignment. Kayren began a review of all potential targets doing preliminary research on all forty buildings. She narrowed it down to ten she really wanted to case but visited them all so as not to tip her hand. To impress her instructors Kayren needed something suitably daring and not tried before. One of the participating buildings was the Temple of Olaneapa Goddess of rogues, thieves, beauty, and luck. Many of the most beautiful and wealthy women in Airousse Moor paid small fortunes to stay for an hour in the room were the orders holy relic was kept. The area was well guarded and heavily warded. Kayren remembered Jarken how good he was with wards; it started her on a new line of thinking. Jarken had taught her far more about magical wards then most thieves ever learned. He often joked she had such a knack for magic that he was glad she chose another profession. Competition for grades among young wizardry students was fierce enough without her. Kayren had noticed that most of the guards at the Temple of Olaneapa were for crowd control or show. At the end of the day most of the guards went home. The real security was dependant on traps and wards. Jarken gave Kayren a small device that allowed him to sample the wards remotely she used it to scout the temple a second time, afterwards they made their plans. The night that Kayren made her way into the temple was almost anticlimactic after all the planning and rehearsals. At night there were only two guards. One guard walked the outside perimeter, proper timing was that was needed to get past him and into a third floor balcony used by the high priestess to address crowds on feast days. After the guard passed, Kayren quickly scaled the building’s exterior and made her entry through the balcony door. Exercising great caution and stealth she located the interior guard and used a prepackaged spell to render her unconscious. Now came the hard part with Jarken’s aid she had to bypass the wards and work her way though a system of traps and locks to the holy relic. The relic was a breathtaking eight inch tall statue of a seductive young woman. Two small perfect emeralds were the statues eyes. So breathtaking was the golden statue that Kayren stood for a moment in awe of the site. Quickly recovering her professional demeanor Kayren began the process of extricating the statue from its crystal case and placing it in a tubular carrying case of her own construction. Exiting was a trickier procedure then entering. Kayren carefully reset the traps and wards and cleaned any trace of her entry. Carefully she returned to the balcony where she waited for the passing of the outside guard. After the guard passed Kayren made good her escape. It was almost dawn by the time Kayren arrived with the package the place they met was a secret place they had found as children. It was an unused subbasement of an abandoned shop. The shop was now being used by a milliner; the new owner had never discovered their secret lair or its entrance under a large rose bush off a back ally. Over the years the two friends had done what they could to enhance the security and comfort of their little hidey-hole. They only had shared this secret two other people, Nate Porthose, who had become a mercenary soldier and was worlds away, and poor Sanarth, who’d ran afoul of a powerful visiting wizard. Jarken Kendell was both excited and nervous as he admitted Kayren to the subterranean chamber. “Did you get it,” asked Jarken as soon as he closed the wards. “No, I just wanted to get you alone for the night” she teased. “Was there something you needed to talk about,” he asked sympathetically. Somewhat frustrated that she could not even tease him into thinking a sexual thought about her she opened the tube that held the statue theatrically and simply said; “just kidding here it is.” Jarken Kendell’s reaction was not quite what she expected. The awe she felt when she first viewed the statue was not present on his face. Instead there was a frustrated rage. It took him some time to come to grips with his feeling and regain his tongue. “I have seen this statue before,” gasped Jarken. “How, it has never been out of the temple in our life and they only rarely allow men into the room where it was kept," asked Kayren? “Divination,” said Jarken. “You said you were lousy at divination,” said Kayren. “That, that, that’s it, all my divination attempts all I could ever see was that,” complained Jarken pointing at the small idol. “What do you think it means,” asked Kayren. “It means we don’t take any chances, we double bolt the door add extra wards and non-detection spells and use the death sleep.” said Jarken. “The death sleep, that is a little extreme, I thought we were just going to read and play cards for the next two days,” said Kayren. The crystal case it was in must have had a masking effect, that thing is a major artifact. I will need to use every trick I know to hide it and us. Its magic feeds and amplifies life energy the death sleep will keep it from lighting us up like a magical beacon. With the death sleep and the wards we should be able to remain hidden for the two days otherwise we might as well put out a sign saying secret lair here. For the next hour Jarken painstakingly made preparations for the “big sleep” as he was now calling it. He painstakingly finished the last of his spells then placed the holy relic in its tubular container under his bedding he then brought the two carefully measured doses of potion to the beds that Kayren had built here. He gave Kayren a vial of potion and kept one for himself. “Tell me one last time how this stuff works again,” asked Kayren with some trepidation. “It will put us in a death like sleep for two days, then we will wake up, it will give the no indication we are among the living to anyone trying to locate us. So anyone trying to find us, or any trace of the item, or the thief that stole it, will get the indication that the thief is dead and the item is no longer in her possession, any other type of divination will be we met with other misdirection,” said Jarken. “Says the man who had to cheat to avoid flunky divination,” griped Kayren. “I was good at all the counter techniques I just could not do any viewing without seeing her,” he said pointing under to the lump in the bedding. “Do you think your fate is linked to that thing somehow,” asked Kayren. “Unfortunately I believe so, I fear far more rests on are little adventure then your guild test,” said Jarken. “Well, let’s test are fate and trust the Goddess,” said Kayren. “Where did you get that line from,” asked Jarken? “The front door of the Temple of Olaneapa,” replied Kayren. “Wonderful,” said Jarken. “Oh well, bottoms up,” said Kayren. “Bottoms up,” replied Jarken downing his vial. Kayren drank her vial and complained; “couldn’t you make this stuff taste any better.” “Sorry, it doesn’t mix well with chocolate,” Jarken apologized. The results were kind of anticlimactic they exchange conversation for about fifteen minutes before drifting off to sleep. The first thing Kayren noticed was being cold she spent a good time shivering under the covers until he body warmed itself up enough for her to begin thinking clearly. She still hid under the covers for a bit. When she finally ventured forth she found, much to her surprise, the room was not that cold. She used a chamber pot and slowly started the business of a new day. As wakefulness increased she noticed her garments were not fitting properly. Suddenly she noticed her hair it was longer and the wrong color. She adjusted the small magically glowing light source give more light than staggered to a mirror. Her mousy sand colored hair was now a golden blond; her pale gray eyes had turned a vivid blue. Her lips were fuller and her completion had cleared up more that it almost glowed. She gave a closer look at the rest of her body her stomach had always been trim but for the most part she had always had the figure of a stick. Now she found she had ample curves. Her breast and but had grown full and round giving her a most pleasing shape. She stared at the mirror amazed at the beauty that returned her gaze. Now people would notice her, now she could deliver the pitch rather than play the shill. It might make it more difficult to hide in a crowd but it sure would get men such as Jarken or Herman to see her as a woman. Jarken! Suddenly she began wondering about her partner in crime. Her eyes moved to his bed as a head emerged covered in coppery curls. As Jarken’s now dazzling green eyes opened, the most beautiful woman in all of Airousse Moor began to scream.