“We've entered hyperspace jump, all systems performing within tolerance.” Cohen reported.
Ranma let the strangely mundane detail of using technology that would take decades for his planet to reach, go by, in favor of opening the thin folder he had been given by Minaho. The outside was a blue green color, with a row of elliptical gold leaves haphazardly running down the right side of the front, and the left side of the back.
Like the application for the Galaxy Police, it was only two pages, the difference being this had a lot more information on it. Detailing who he was, where he was from, related family members, and even physical information for both his forms. 'Huh? How'd they get my sizes?' He wondered, wasn't like someone had come around with a tape measure.
“What are you three doing? Get back to your posts immediately!” The Captain demanded, and Ranma became aware of three forms hovering over top of him. Looking up he found all three of the crew members glaring bloody murder at him.
“What have you done with our Ranma-sama?” Barry asked, leaning in far too close.
“Ranma--- sama?” He snorted, these three were the only ones who didn't know about the curse. Mitoto had been filled in when she had returned to the group on the Mikagami, and the Captain had found out shortly after. “I'm the only Ranma here, probably the only one for a billion kilometers.” He decided to take the direct approach, with any luck, he would never see these three idiots again.
“Liar! Ranma-sama is beautiful, and brave, and most definitely not a man!” Alan yelled in his face.
“If you three don't get back to your post I'm going to have you cleaning the toilets till you're old and gray!” The Captain appeared behind the three and yelled into their ears. In a show of speed Ranma barely caught, the trio ran back to the seats at the front. “Honestly.” Giving a firm tug at the bottom of his jacket, the Captain stormed back to his seat.
Ignoring the three murderous glances, Ranma leaned back in his seat, and crossing his arms over the imigration papers, he tried to take a nap. With how the stars were blurring by outside, he was getting a headache. He also half wished that this was all a dream that he would wake up from.
“Ranma-kun.” A pleasant feminine voice interuppted his nap.
“Go way Sumi.” He twisted away from the hand prodding his shoulder.
“Ranma-kun, we're here.”
“Where?” Grumbling over the injustice of having such a wonderful nap having to end, he sat up straight, and blinked the sleep from his eyes.
“Docking system access complete.” Alan reported, and a viewscreen popped up with an average looking man.
“Please transmit welcome code.” The man requested.
Ranma looked past the viewscreen to the outside space, finding a large silver struture going stretching as far as he could see. “What is that?” He and Seina asked together.
“This is the immigration station.” The Captain answered, and Ranma hopped out of his seat to press his face against the glass, to get a better look at the immense structure. “Ah, you should sit down, we'll be docking soon.”
“It's huge!” Seina added, following his lead about the glass. “How big is it?”
“Hmm, to put it in simple terms, a small solar system could easily fit inside of it.” The question was once again answered by the dark skinned man.
Rubbing at his eyes, Ranma decided he must still be dreaming, because what he was seeing could not exist. A viewscreen in the front had displayed the strucutre, three rings, spaced an equal distance from each other, forming a sphere in space. Even knowing the shape of the station, he couldn't comprehend the magnitude of such a place. As their ship closed in to a large open hanger, the size became more and more obvious, the height of the wall they were approaching being far larger than the tallest building he had ever come across.
“Why is it so big?” He asked, his jaw getting sore from gaping.
“This is the immigration hub for one fourth of the galaxy, it also acts a trade center, and office complex. It has to be able to house facilities for billions of worlds.” Mitoto supplied helpfully.
Shooting out from the hanger, was a pair of parallel dashed lines, the blue light guiding them, and into position between two platforms. Unfolding from the platforms, were a dozen arms that connected to the side of the ship, securing it in place. More hoses dropped down from the ceiling, automatically connecting to parts unseen.
“Cargo container has been released, transport of cargo is successful.” Barry announced, the ship bouncing once, before settling into position.
“Setting all systems to stand by mode. We are clear to leave.” Alan added a moment later.






