Disclaimer: No none of the Tenchi characters are mine, so don’t waste your time to sue for money that isn’t there. Yes it’s updated, but this chapter doesn’t have that many changes in it. I already have the fourth chapter done, but I don’t like how it turned out. So instead of putting it out, I’m fixing all of my mistakes from the earlier chapters to make it more suitable for my story. Hey, you’ve got to start out strong if you want it to be good! Haha, oh yeah, it seems I made a mistake when writing these next two chapters. I guess I was drowsy, and couldn’t tell what I was writing. Institute and institution, not the same thing. No one really reads this things do they? Hell, no one even reads my story! Wait, why am I writing like I’m talking to someone if no one reads this? Did ya notice I’m using a lot of I’s? Did you know that… He stared. He stared some more. He stared for a third time. And when he was done staring, he stared again. Mark could not take his eyes off the gun that was pointed at his forehead. Finally, he got up the gut to speak. "H Hi," he stammered. His unknown assassin looked at him. She had short brown hair, brown eyes, and some sort of uniform on. The way that she held the gun gave you the idea she knew how to use it very well. The place that he was being held in was an office of sorts, with a gray laptop computer stationed at the table in the center of the room. Other than that, the room was empty. "Who are you?" the woman spoke in an accented tone. She glanced at the a figure on the floor. Mark following the gaze, and came upon Washu’s body situated on the floor. Washu was smiling at the lady, which was making her nervous. "I repeat, who are you two? Do you work for Datadyne? If you don’t answer me, you won’t live to get a third chance!" "Ahhhh! Please don’t shoot! I’mjustalittleboywhowastalkedtobysomekidusingsome devicewhogottransportedtohishomeandendedupstayingthereasa resultofthemachinebreakingdownthenIdescovertheyarealiens andoneofthemtriestofriskmeandIpressaswicthandIgetalldizzy andendupwithyoupointingagunatmyface!" Mark blurted. After that outburst, his face turned several unnatural shades, and he started gasping for air. "What!?" she demanded. "In simple terms, the poor fellow over there pulled a switch on one of my brilliant inventions, in essence warping us here to this dimension." Washu said. "Whaaat?!! So your saying that you both came from a different dimension?!" "That’s right," replied Washu, "and if I’m not mistaken a few of our friends should be here as well." No sooner had she finished that sentence, when a large explosion was heard from downstairs. "Those would be your friends, I presume?" spoke the gun holder. "Yes, and if you want this building in one piece, I suggest you take us to them." Suddenly, the door to the room opened with a woosh. (Wooooosh!) In stepped a man in his 60’s. He also had brown hair, and brown eyes. This man had a beard, and wore a formal suit that one would wear to work. "Joanna! It seems were under attack!" spoke the newcomer. His accent was also very strong in his speech. "Who are those two people with you?" "I am Washu, and the person still gasping for air is Mark," explained the red head, "And as I have already informed your friend, the only way to stop this so called attack, is to let us see the attackers." "Who, what? Why should we trust you? Were did you come from? How did you get into the Institute?" said a now confused man. "I politely told you my name, now I request your name," politely demanded Washu. "Daniel, Daniel Carrington, and that woman pointing the gun at you is Joanna Dark," said Daniel. "At ease Joanna, they don’t seem to intend us any harm." "All right, but we need to stop the attack that’s going on!" spoke Joanna. "Listen just take us with you, you can even keep a gun on us, but I’m telling you, you won’t stop them until I speak with them." "Fine, Joanna keep the gun trained on them in case they are spies," responded Carrington, "Let’s go!" At this time Carrington, Washu and Joanna all got up, and run out off the room. A few seconds pass, and then they turned back to stare at a STILL gasping Mark. Mark continued gasping, until he glanced up at them. "Hehe, sorry." (Five minutes ago...) "Ahhh, what was that? Huh?! Where am I?" Ryoko spoke outloud. She had reappeared in a room with a ship of some sort in it. The ship was more advanced than the normal earth ships she had seen. There were a couple of boxes with a computer on one. Remembering what had happened before the sudden trip, Ryoko frantically began looking for Tenchi. "Tenchi, where are you?" cried Ryoko. She was beginning to become worried when she found her reason for living was not there. Her worrying state of mind was interrupted by the sound of someone walking. "Tenchi?" "Who the hell are you?! How did you get here!" said a very surprised person. "No, not Tenchi," spoke the cyan harried woman, "Uhh, I was looking for the rest of the tour?" "I could think up a better lie than that!" replied the guy. "Oh really?" challenged Ryoko. "Yeah! You could say something like: I was sent here by a machine made from a little red harried genius, who happens to be my mother, and now I’m here in this dimension." He shot back. "Damn, your good." "I am, are I not? Any ways, how did you get here!? You must be a spy!" declared Foster "I’m not a spy! I’m just looking for my friend who traveled here with me!" declared an outraged Ryoko. "Oh, well there is another person over there," he said, pointing to a figure behind one of the crates. "Tenchi!" yelled Ryoko, while she ran over to him. She checked his vital signs, and after finding he was very alive, turned on Foster with anger. "Did you hurt my Tenchi!!?" she said charging up a ball of energy. "What the hell!" said Foster. He immediately took out a gun and began shooting at Ryoko. His gun was having no affect on the deadly beauty. "Shit! What are you?!" He took out a little, black radio thing. "Red alert! There’s an enemy downstairs. Request immediate assistance!" He put away the radio. "I’m out of here!" Ryoko watched him run away, and went back to check on Tenchi. "My dearest Tenchi, what did they do to you?" she purred. At that time, Tenchi woke up. "Ahh, Ryoko? Where are we?" spoke the dazed boy. "Tenchi!!!" Ryoko cried, and instantly hugged the breath out of him. "Ahh! Not so tight!" he continued when she lessened her grip, "What is this place?" "I don’t know, it’s some sort of hanger I guess. When I awoke, this is where I was." "Well, we should probably try and find the others..." Tenchi’s sentence was cut off by the sound of gunfire. "Damn! Tenchi get behind those boxes, I’ll hold them off!" yelled Ryoko. "Who are they?" Tenchi said referring to the 20 men who had just entered the hangar. "Friends of a new acquaintance of mine." "Should have known," Tenchi responded with a smile. "Yeah, well it’s not my fault," Ryoko said, missing his smile. She began to fire blast after blast at the men as they unloaded their AR34’s at her. The bullets were beginning to irritate Ryoko, causing a couple of her shots to miss their target; miniature explosions formed on the grayish walls of the Institute. "Come and get it guys!" she yelled while sending more volleys of blasts at the men who were now hiding behind the corner of the wall. "Cowards!!!" Ayeka awoke to the surroundings of a storage room of sorts. In the room, she saw several crates which she assumed were stored with supplies. To the right of the room was a sliding door, accompanied by a sentry gun. To put it blunt, Ayeka was lost. "Where, who, how?" the befuddled princess spoke to no one in particular. At least she thought until... "Ayeka! How did we get here?" was spoken by Sasami. The little girl ran up to her big sister, and gave her a hug. Following behind her was Mihoshi and Ryo-oki. "Oh, I’m so scared! One minute I’m eating dinner, and the next, I’m in this strange place! Oh my is that a gun on the wall?" wailed Mihoshi. "A gun?!" said the younger princess, "Guns are bad, they hurt people!" "Meow, meow!" agreed Ryo-oki. "Um, Mihoshi, you’re a galaxy police officer, right?" asked Ayeka. "Yeah! Galaxy police first class detective Mihoshi at your service!" stated Mihoshi proudly. "Uh, then don’t you use a gun when on duty?" "Oh, yeah, but they are still bad. They hurt people and stuff, how awful!" cried the detective. Ayeka sweat dropped. "Then you all better do as I say, so I won’t have to use one," said a figure who had just stepped in from behind. (Back to the present) "Hurry, get in the elevator!" said Carrington. They were rushing to get to the explosion. Looking through the clear elevator, they could see people running towards downstairs. One such person was amazed on how they could attain this detail. "Hey, cool! A clear elevator, awesome!" exclaimed Mark. All heads turned to look at him. "What? It’s cool, I’ve never been in one before!" Running like the wind, the four ran downstairs. They would have succeeded if not for the crowd of wimps hiding behind the corner. "What are you all doing!" screamed Carrington. These were some of his best men, and they were hiding?! He looked at Washu. Who were those friends of theirs? "This women, she’s a monster! Shoots rockets out of her hands, and has some ultra shield!" "That’s my little Ryoko," said Washu proudly. All heads turned to stare. "Oops! I better go calm her down," she finished as she casually walked down the stairs. "Who is she?" asked Joanna of Mark. "I have no idea, I’m as clueless as to what’s going on as you." "Looks like they’ve had enough," said Ryoko. It was a good thing, because with only one of her gems, her power was beginning to wear. "You can come out now Tenchi," she called. "Okay, we should probably go and look for the others." "Do we have to?" pleaded the cyan harried woman as she draped hers arms around him. "What if were the only ones here Tenchi? Just a little place for you and me to..." "Keep dreaming Ryoko, there’s no way I’d do that for you. Only if you called me mom," said Washu with a smirk. "Washu..." spat Ryoko like she had just said a curse. She reluctantly unwrapped her arms from around Tenchi’s neck to face her. "Ahh, I see Tenchi was trying some of Mark’s advice, huh?" giggled Washu. "Whaaa!? No, it’s just, well, she, and the guys, and..." explained Tenchi not explaining anything at all. "Relax, I’m just kidding," said Washu, "although the way you try so hard to defend yourself does seem to make me wonder..." she finished, still poking fun at Tenchi. Tenchi sweatdropped. "So, did you see anyone else?" asked Ryoko, changing the subject. She loved to see Tenchi squirm, but when he rejected having anything to do with her, it tore her apart. "Well, Mark is here, but I haven’t seen any of the others," stated Washu. "Great, my favorite person," said Tenchi. He didn’t know what Mark’s problem was, but it made him mad when he made fun of him. Even though he had only done it once, Tenchi was a stick with first impressions type of guy. "Lets go see him, we got a lot of explaining to do," sighed the exasperated woman. "I don’t think he’s the only one that needs an explanation." Tenchi and Ryoko followed her gaze and landed on the soldiers. "Yeah, guess we do," said Tenchi sheepishly. "Hey, I was getting worried you guys," yelled Mark. "What took so long Washu?" "Oh, nothing special, just alien talk," responded Washu. Their was a collective gasp from the crowd. The only one who was not staring was Mr. Carrington. "Now gather around all of you, it’s gonna be a long story!" Normally they would have moved into a more comfortable place, but, they were in the presence of aliens! Who were they to question them? Mark sat down next to Joanna out of shear coincidence. Both were enthralled in learning about the aliens, and didn’t seem to notice each other’s company. "Now, please save all questions to the end, ok? Tenchi, do you want to start?" "What?! Oh, all right," Tenchi conceded only after seeing the evil look Washu gave him. Ryoko glared at her mother. "Well, I guess it all started that day when I stole the keys to the shrine that Ryoko was held imprisoned in. She had been trapped there by my grandpa, because of the evil deeds she was forced to do by a man named Kagato," started Tenchi. The audience all gave Ryoko looks of sympathy, even though they had no idea how horrible it had been for her. "I went into the cave, and released her. However, her body had become mummified for some reason, and I was scared of her." If Tenchi had stopped to catch his breath, he would have noticed that Ryoko was intensely staring at the ground. Her eyes were barely holding back tears. However he didn’t. "Then a few weeks later, she followed me to my school and kind of attacked me," Tenchi continued. There was a gasp from Mark, who simply could not hold his urge to make people laugh, or act like an idiot. Normally, it turned out to be both. "Ehhem," growled Tenchi. "We fought, or more like she chased me around the school. Then when we got outside, the sword in my briefcase came to life. I managed to beat her, sort of, and then she sunk into the ground. And then, she came to my house, and we got attacked by Ayeka. This lead to us meeting Sasami and..." "That’s all really nice, but we don’t need your life story," interrupted Joanna. "What we want to know is, who you are, where you came from, and how you got here," she said. There was a murmur of agreement from the rest of the crowd. "Well, I’m from Earth. My grandpa was part Jurian, an alien race. So that makes me part Jurian too. That’s all the alien in me." "That, and the fact he’s lived with five hot girls for a month, and never went out with any of them," mumbled Mark. "My name is Washu Hakabi. I am over 20,000 years old," she said. The crowd of the Institution gasped again. "I was a prisoner on a ship for quite some time. The only things you need to know are to ALWAYS call me Little Washu, and that I am the greatest scientific genius in the universe!" "Yes you are Washu," said puppet A. "Washu is the greatest! Go Washu!" yelled B. "Washu! Washu!" they cheered as Washu did her little victory dance. Washu probably had seen quite a lot in her lifetime. However, I don’t think she had ever seen 25 pairs of eyes staring at her like she should be locked up and never released. "Next, please!" shouted Washu, interrupting everyone from their psycho stare. She pushed her daughter forward. "Wha, Washu!" shouted the enraged demon as she stumbled forward on the gray tile. "Well, um, there’s not really anything special about me, except I can do this," she said while phasing through the floor. "Wow, amazing, incredible, cool," was the incoherent blabber. The last line had been from Mark. "Yeah, and I can teleport," Ryoko added as she randomly appeared in place. There was a collection of gasps and more blabber about her "incredible" feat. "And..." trailed off Ryoko, starting to like getting all the attention, "I can do this." An energy ball appeared in her hand. Once again, the spectators were quite impressed. "I can through this an the impact while cause an explosion, as some of you already witnessed, sorry!" she finished with an embarrassed look. "With this, I can form a sword that can is deadly to all who touch it, except me." More amazed remarks were made. Ryoko formed the sword, and quickly sliced a couch in half. The audience made up of The Carrington Institute was too impressed to get mad. They started cheering, which resulted in Ryoko’s first blush ever. After the noise died down, Carrington spoke, "So you are all aliens, strange you look very human. The aliens that I met looked nothing like you..." The whole room suddenly turned eerily silent. "You’ve met aliens sir?" shakily asked Joanna. "Yes I have, I guess I have a confession to make to all of you," he said. He cleared his throat and continued, "Before I founded this Institute, I had came upon a race of aliens called the Maians. They were good people, and decided to let me leave with the knowledge of their race as long as I didn’t tell the rest of the human race. But, now that there seems to be other aliens, I guess it’s ok for all of you to know. Just be sure never to tell anyone else who was not in this room," he made them promise. "I was wondering," inquired Tenchi, "Did you happen to see anyone else with, um, exotic hair and eye color?" "Not really. I think we would notice." "Oh ok. I wonder where they went?" "Well, you’re welcome to stay here until you find a way back to your dimension, right Mr. Carrington," spoke Joanna. "And, if you don’t mind Miss Ryoko, could I like, study your ability to phase? It could help with a gun I’m trying to make," asked Foster, who had been silent throughout the whole ordeal. "Um, ask Washu, she’s more of a technical person than me." A hell no would have normally confiscated for her answer, but she was trying to impress Tenchi by being nice. "Oh, well than would, you miss?" he asked of Washu. "Sure, I’m always up for a science talk." "Well, it seems that we were the only ones who got transported!" declared Ryoko in a very happy mood. She teleported to Tenchi and wrapped her arms around him. "Ahh, Ryoko!" shouted Tenchi, who had been talking to one of the other workers. "It’s just you and me Tenchi, no Ayeka, nobody to interfere with us now," she said as her fingers began working their magic by drawing circles on his chest. Now some people have it tough. Others have bad luck. Well, Ryoko had something worse. She has an author who was forced to include Ayeka in his story. (Ryoko: Damn you! Can’t you just leave her in the hands of that guy who captured her or whatever? Author: Sorry, but there are some fans of her out there, and I want my story to be THE GREATEST CROSSOVER OVER! Which means lots of people need to read it. Ryoko: Then why do you keep interrupting the plot with these stupid arguments! Besides, isn’t there already a monumental xover out there, like Blood Red Moon? Author: uhh, shut up! You’re ruining my story with these arguments! It’s disrupting the plot! Now hug Tenchi real hard, because here comes Ayeka and the rest of the gang!) Why didn’t I delete that in this update? So, taking the advice of the author, Ryoko squeezed the breath out of Tenchi. "Ugg, Ryoko, can’t breathe," squeaked Tenchi. His face turned a strange shade of blue, and would have became stranger, if not for... "Miss Ryoko, unhand poor Lord Tenchi this instant!" screamed Ayeka. All eyes turned to the newcomer. Ayeka had ran ahead of her capturer, who had his gun trained on Sasami and Mihoshi. "Stop right there, or I’ll shoot!" ordered Grimshaw. The princess suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, causing her to comically slide into one of the institute’s blue statues. Needless to say, Ryoko started cracking up. Tenchi was trying his hardest not to laugh. "Are you all right Miss Ayeka?" "Oh, yes I’m fine Tenchi. I hope that devil woman didn’t hurt you," she said. Tenchi rolled his eyes slightly and responded. "No, I’m fine." He suddenly noticed a set of eyes staring on him. He turned to face Grimshaw, who had his gun pointed at him. "Who are you?! How many intruders are there! And no one else seems to notice! It must be some sort of cloaking device! Of course I, Grimshaw, the greatest, can see you all!" he spoke proudly. "Riiight. Listen we talked to your boss and he said that we..." "Halt! Don’t try and talk your way out of this! Your coming with me!" Grimshaw said. (On the other side of the room) "So, you’re telling me that you were just sitting at home when Tenchi psychically called you, and now you’re in this dimension?" asked Joanna. "Yep, that about sums it up," Mark said. "Haha, that’s just rich! So you were only with these people for a couple of hours, and then you got transported here?" asked the brown harried woman who was near hysterics. "Yeah," sighed Mark, "I don’t know if I’ll ever get home." "Oh," said Joanna who was suddenly serious. She paused for a moment to look away at the door to the outside. Thinking up another question, she inquired, "Where did you used to live?" "In my dimension, it was the United States, a country in North America," responded Mark; he was still in a downcast mood. "Hey, this is the United Sates in this dimension!" "Wow, really? Do you have like, music?" "Um, yeah." "You keep mentioning this Datadyne, what is it?" "It’s our enemy I guess. Mr. Carrington has sent out quite a few agents like myself to deal with problems concerning them," answered Joanna. "So, you’re an agent? Like a secret agent who shoots people?" "Yeah, that’s me," said Joanna with a laugh, "Although I’ve never been on a mission yet," she admitted. "Well, you sure look like you know how to use a gun," complemented Mark. "Oh I know how to use a gun all right," spoke the agent with a large smile. She glanced at the firing range before added, "Maybe later I’ll take you to our firing range where I can show you." "That’d be cool. Do ya think I might be able to give it a try?" "Sure, I don’t see why not," said Joanna, "Then after that I’ll show you our radio?" "Hell yes! Then we’ll see if all those girls swoon over Tenchi!" shouted an enthusiastic teenager. He casted a jealous glance at Tenchi, only to find him in the same position he was in earlier. "What do you mean by..." "Um, I think we’ve got trouble, I don’t think that guy was here when the introductions were made!" interrupted Mark, "And it seems that the rest of my group are here also!" "Grimshaw..." muttered Joanna, "I’ll take care of this." she finished with a sigh. "You are all in deep trouble for coming in here!" yelled Grimshaw. He fiercely pointed his gun at Tenchi. "Hey! Don’t point that gun at my man!" shouted an enraged Ryoko. She flew over and landed between him and Tenchi. "What the hell? How?" asked Grimshaw. He was utterly confused. "Grimshaw!" shouted Joanna as she ran across the gray tile floor, "They are guests here! You missed the long boring detail that this author wasted half this chapter on, which explained everything!" So Joanna filled Grimshaw in on the long boring detail that I wasted half this chapter on. The two workers of the Institute moved to a more secluded spot on the other side of the room. "Calm down Grimshaw, before you make yourself out as more of an idiot to the aliens!" "Aliens?! What?" Joanna brushed back her brown hair, and started long and hard at Grimshaw. "Yes, aliens. They say they were transported here from another dimension, and I believe them. You should see what that woman can do." She pointed at Ryoko who was yelling in Ayeka’s face while the princesses face turned several shades redder, before words escaped her mouth, making Ryoko’s face change the same color. Tenchi sat on the ground with his hands on his head. "They certainly are peculiar." "Yes, but maybe it is a custom where they come from. That one over there though, Mark is his name, says he is human. Somehow he became transported to the aliens home and then got stuck here. Poor guy, he’s pretty cute though." Grimshaw snickered. "Yeah, too bad he’s like 7 years younger than you." "What are you talking about, you don’t even know my age!" Joanna erupted. The man’s smile grew larger. "I can guess by your appearance. Actually the way you look would make me think that you’re older than you actually are." "Haha very funny. This coming from a guy that’s over the hill." Grimshaw was actually only 36, but he let it slide, because there was quite a difference in their ages. He was a tall, Scottish man, and was known throughout the Institute as being well, an asshole. However, he had his reasons… "Grimshaw! Where have you been, I’ve been looking all over for you!" Mr. Carrington came running over, after yelling from the other side of the room. "Did Joanna brief you?" "Um, yes." Carrington nodded. "So you know what the situation is. I have promised to provide housing for these people, could you go see if we have any other open bedrooms?" "Sir, you’re not saying you believe this people. I mean, aliens, it’s ridiculous!" Daniel Carrington was silent for a while. His face showed knowledge that had grown over the many years of espionage. Running an agency where your workers’s jobs were to murder other people was not easy. A necessary job in a world filled with evil, but not an easy one. "Listen here Grimshaw. I know what I’m doing, and we are housing this people for the time being. I don’t know where you get the idea that you can challenge my calls. Even if they are not aliens, wouldn’t we want to find out how they got in here? Now find those rooms!" The frustrated man wandered away murmuring. When he walked by Tenchi and company, he glared at the them. This newcomers were being treated better than he ever was. How many years of his life had he wasted serving this place? A crowd of people waiting by the clear elevator quickly moved out of his way when he approached. With no real friends in the institute, it was no wonder he keep his negative personality. Meanwhile, Mark wandered aimlessly around. "What the hell am I gonna do?" he thought. Life had been, well life had sucked for him. Go to school and wait until the weekend, and then when it comes hang at home and be bored, then start the cycle over again. But still, he was comfortable with his life. He had friends, a regular routine, and a good relationship with his parents. And now? He was in some other dimension or something, with no one he knew or trusted. Well, he did kind of know some people. "Well, I’m not going to be very bored anymore." A smile appeared on his face, and his shoes squeaked on the tile floor as he walked over to the people whom with he had first started this adventure with. Incubus "Drive" Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear And I cant help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer It's driven me before, it seems to have a vague Haunting mass appeal Lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there With open arms and open eyes yeah Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive, oh oh It's driven me before, it seems to be the way That everyone else get around Lately, I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself, my light is found Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there With open arms and open eyes yeah Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there Would you choose water over wine Hold the wheel and drive Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there With open arms and open eyes yeah Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there Hey hey hey! I’m done with updating this chapter! Yes!!! Man is it boring writing all those detailed parts, but it wouldn’t be a good story without em. High school blows, and I have almost no time for anything, and I waste it writing these things. My next task is to update the third chapter. I totally messed the third part up, I mean, if you can shoot a gun, that doesn’t mean you become an agent. And I have the fourth done, but I’m gonna have to change it so much too, so don’t expect to see anything from me in a while. No one reads my story, so that’s not a problem. Sigh, I remember a year ago when I thought a huge update at the site was 30 fics. I’m a first time writer, because there is so many fics, it’s hard to find the good ones. Even if this was an amazing work of literature, most people wouldn’t even know. Oh well, better get started on part number three… For the few people that happened to stumble upon my, heed my word and go and tell the people what a great story this is! Jk, if ya wanna email me, (no one does, I just like to humor myself by putting that) my email address is: bcingu797@yahoo.com