Biles!! THIS_IS_YOUR_FAULT!! Actually blame Phoenix as well since he forced me into putting this one out a lot sooner than to be expected. Anyways, I made this during those spare time I could scrounge up while working on my two fics that usually take a lot of what free time I have. College takes a good chunk of it away. NFTZu Productions Presents: A Wheel of Time/Wizard's First Rule/Anime multi x-over By: Radler Note: I'm using a timeline after the last book of Robert Jordan which was the Crown of Swords. Now, For Wizard's First Rule, I'm only using it for a cameo appearance. Don't worry, I'll be transferring most of those in there to Wheel of Time. I just needed a few Mord-Sith anyways. ^_^ Eat your heart out Aes-Sedai. Bwahahahahaha!!! Please enjoy this teaser. And read our other selections of fanfics by the Zu. Try reading Switch's stuff. NomaD was right when he said they were wierd. C&C will be appreciated. Flames will be used to cook my breakfast tomorrow morning. This is a very rough teaser since I never had any time to actually even check this one since I last typed it. That was a month ago. ===================== Prologue: "RANMA!! This is _ALL_YOUR_ fault!!" exclaimed Ryouga. Ranma ducked. "What?!" he cried out incredulously. "How the hell," Ranma caught the sword with the flat of his hands. "am I the one at fault here?!!" He showed his anger by pulling an amaguriken speed punch at the armored monstrosity he was fighting. "What," Ryouga punched another of those hairy beasts causing it to fly off somewhere. "this always happens whenever you're around!!" "Got any proof, P-chan??" "Grrr..." growled Ryouga. He always hated being called that. "Don't call me P-chan!" "Make me." dared Ranma. A spatula, a bonbori, and a large mallet descended on them but their martial arts instincts saved them. "You two stop arguing and help us out!" yelled a very irritate Akane Tendo. Honestly, there were times when those two could be such babies. "Ran-chan!!" shouted Ukyou. "Would you kindly hurry up and save this damsel in distress from these horrid creatures!" That plea for help earned her stares that would kill the dead. "What pervert-girl and spatula-girl saying?" Shampoo asked coolly as she busily dispatched her share of those beasts that had jumped them a few minutes ago. "What problem?" she asked snidely. "You two no can fight well." Shampoo smiled as she bashed another with her bonbori while absently decapitating a black cloaked thing behind her with a casual sweep of her very sharp scimitar. Akane and Ukyou glared daggers at the Amazon woman, battle auras blazing to life. "No_way_am_I_going_to_let_that_Shampoo_get_the_better_of_me!!" she punctuated each word with a hammer strike from her largest mallet which easily matched Ukyou's Big-Ass Spatula. Said monsters began to learn interesting things about mallets, the air above them, and the ground descending rapidly on them. "Ha!! I'll show you what years of battling against nature's elements has taught me, you purple-haired hussy!!" Ukyou spat out as she struck at her multiple opponents with a flurry of combinations of spatula slashes and kicks that totally devastated those who tried to approach her. "Hmp! Shampoo show you two what _real_ woman is." With that, the battle easily turned their way. Suffice to say, the competition didn't last too long. Ranma and Ryouga could do little but stare at the three as they smashed, hacked, and slashed their opponents to bits. "Gee.. I don't think those three need our help anymore." Ryouga observed. "Definitely." agreed Ranma. Both decided it best to stay out of their way and gladly stood there and watched the three demonstrate the legendary skills of an enraged female trying to outdo one another for the attention of those they cared or loved. Or both. It was not a pretty sight. ============= The individual smiled at his latest idea. It was a most inspired plan and it certainly was quite entertaining to watch these mortals strive for survival. The entity gazed at the holo screen as his first batch of 'recruits' for his little game arrive at the pre-programmed area. The entity pulled out the book that he had bought in one of this world's bookstores. The reading materials, while a tad bit primitive medium of learning, was a most entertaining read he'd had in a long time. The books were certainly good enough that it had prompted him to do this. He smiled once more as he targeted other individuals. He really should commend these authors of the books he'd purchased. ============= The young woman smiled as she was escorted across the hallway to the head Mord-Sith. The woman beamed at her. It had been a while since a new batch of Mord-Sith had been indoctrinated into their ranks. She walked calmly, her red leather suit creaking ever so slightly. The rest followed behind her in a silent procession. Each of them had been chosen specifically for certain traits that made them perfect candidates for becoming Mord-Sith. She more than most. She had been a stranger when she first came to this land. The woman she now approached had responsible for what she was now having had personally trained her in the ways of the Mord-Sith. The woman, her name was Shemerie, had often told her how hard it had been to break her the necessary three times especially since the second and third had been quite difficult until Master Rahl had made use of his magic to facilitate the means. The young woman sighed. Memories of a past came to her. She had sisters. She loved them so but if she were to become Mord-Sith, she had to break the both of them no matter how much it had hurt her to do. She knew it had been merely an illusions but it had been a very convincing one. That day had been a day to remember. All her life she would carry that memory for it had been the one that made her into who she was now. Mord-Sith. She halted just before the woman. "Welcome, sisters." she intoned as began the ceremony. The young woman sighed. Today was going to be a long day. For some reason she wanted to curse out someone's name. ============= Icer-2 was _not_ pleased. She had been traveling towards Earth to visit someone when a vortex had pulled her in and deposited her here. She had tried to leave, after all, Icers were built to traverse the very depths of space but had encountered a barrier she had tried unsuccessfully to destroy. Icer-2 did not _like_ being toyed with. She had enough of that to last her lifetimes with her mother, Neos and that bitch that had resurrected her from a fitful slumber. Icer-2, feeling that there was little to be accomplished staring at these black hills. She could sense the sickness in this land. A foul miasma that made her sick. She decided to leave the place. But not without venting off some anger on the place. Icer-2 smiled as she flew southwards leaving behind her a slowly expanding sphere of destruction. It was not good to make her mad. She'd find the person responsible for this and gut the person alive. ============= "A-ko!!" screamed an individual in a strange purple colored swimsuit-like battlesuit. "Get back here!!!" Failing to cause the aforementioned woman to turn back, she decided another course of action. "Akagiyama Missiles!!" A cluster of micromissiles launched out from her extended arm. The missiles shot forward trying to hit the red-haired girl that ran before them. A-ko was too fast for them and they decided to give up the ghost and just hit something. Anything. The people of Caemlyn were not happy with this. ============= "So, where are we again?" Tenchi asked, hoping that the spiky-haired mad scientist of the universe was just playing with him. "We are somewhere but what reality this is, that I am not certain. How far we are removed from out reality I cannot even begin to guess nor where that particular reality is." Washuu sighed as she wearily closed her holo-computer. "The one thing I am most sure of was that someone is behind this. Someone immensely powerful to have escape my detection." "This has got the be _the_worse_thing that had to happen!" Tenchi said in a depressed tone of voice. "The perimeter looks secure enough, Washuu." Kiyone reported. "Where's Mihoshi?" she asked automatically. "I sent her to scout around." answered Washuu. Kiyone looked at her giving her that are-you-mad look. "No. Don't worry. I doubt she'd get into too much trouble. Besides, this time, that excellent memory of hers might even help." Tenchi stood up as he turned to Washuu who sat in that floating throw pillow of hers. "Did you even think that she might somehow get lost around those woods?" "Not particularly." Kiyone remained silent, while silently praying that Mihoshi would somehow get lost and out of her life. A faint rustling of some bushes behind them alerted them to the presence of someone in their makeshift camp around the Masaki Family van. They whirled around to find good old Mihoshi leading some strangers to their camp. "Hi, everyone." she greeted in her insanely bubbly sweet voice. "Guess who I ran into." Washuu merely smiled as if she expected this to happen. Kiyone had this look of defeat in her face while her professional side had leveled a blaster at the strangers. Tenchi did the only thing he could think of and invited the strangers to their fires. "Hi. I'm Tenchi." The guy in the red Chinese shirt and baggy black pants extended his own hand in greeting. "The name's Ranma. Ranma Saotome. And these are my friends." Tenchi blinked. These people spoke Japanese. Must be in the same predicament as them. "Glad to see we weren't the only people in this God-forsaken forest. I..." Further conversation was cut off when two females, one with spiky light blue-green hair was being chased by a wet and very angry woman with hair of deep purple. Ranma and company did not fail to notice that the other woman was flying. "Ryoko!" screamed the other woman. "How dare you dunk me into that river!" "Oh-boy." Tenchi half-muttered in resignation. ============= to be continued. More Notes: This had been as far as I could co before Angel's Chronicles beckoned on to me to continue it. More will soon come as soon as I finish a few more chapters of Angel's Chronicles and Once and Future Goddess.