This fic covers what happened to Msu Tsu during the events of Haven and Vision Quest. It leads into the final story of this line: 2010. I don’t own Ranma ½ or it’s cast. That belongs to Rumiko Takashi, long live the great lady. However Section Omega and it’s motley crew are mine. One last thing, Spec War tactics were taken from the books of Richard Marchinko, a true warrior. Long live the shooters you are missed in a time that you are needed.

Redemption
Syx Maxwell 5/00

Raider slipped down the fast line and landed lightly on the roof. He unhooked his harness and crouched near a duct. He held his HK (1) at his side and tapped his throat mike twice. The signal let his team know he was in position.

It was a simple assignment. Get in find the tangos (2) and stolen goods. Bag the terrorists and get the hell out. Of course Murphy’s Law prevented anything from being easy. He eased down to the rafters of the warehouse and froze.

Below him all the enemy troops stood in one tidy little group. They were beating the unholy hell out of someone. The victim made no sound as they lashed out at him with fists and feet.

Raider cradled his submachine gun to his chest. There were seven tangos and one downed hostage in a warehouse full of stolen weapons. The mission was now OBE. (3) Raider slunk to the far corner to get a better look.

The men laughed and he could hear them speak.

“He broke quick.”

“What should we do with him?”

“The boss could use a new pet.”

Several crude remarks were made and Raider gritted his teeth. He kept his voice to a toneless whisper as he growled into his mike.

“Injured non-com. Go to B.”

Ten second passed and his medic dropped next to him.

“Lock and Load.”

“Ready Sir.”

The strike took little time. With an injured hostage on the ground they didn’t waste time trying to take the men alive. They used flash suppressors and silencers to make a fast clean assault. Ten minutes later the tangos were canceled.

Raider and Dizzy the medic moved towards the batter youth. They eased to boy over and began to tend to his injuries. The others moved to make sure the bodies were dead.

Dizzy sucked in a hard breath as she wiped blood from the teen’s face.

“Dear sweet Kami, he’s not more than a boy.”

Raider helped her field dress the wounds. Dull gray eyes opened to stare blindly at them. The boy flinched, his face wary. Dizzy spoke softly to him.

“Easy son, you’ll be fine.”

Several months passed. Team Omega took the Chinese youth in. Msu Tsu was bundled up and taken to the team’s headquarters. He received medical care that rivaled anything known to the public.

As time passed the Hidden Weapons Master learned the Section Omega was the Earth Defense Force. The walked the world putting out the fires of destruction. They marched to their own drum, and fought as they chose. There was no question of egos clashing. The small hand chosen team worked like a close knit unit.

Msu Tsu didn’t know who bankrolled them, and he didn’t care. They recognized no government as having control over them, merely working to protect humanity from the folly of mankind.

The Team itself was a family. They treated him with kindness that he’d never experienced before. They were a motley crew made up of ‘dirt bags’ and misfits.

Raider led them. He was a former navy SEAL. He cashed out before being court-martialed after breaking the jaw of a NIS (4) agent that got three men killed. He was a tall, fairly young warrior who held the Spec War commandments (5) to heart. He had light brown hair and blue eyes, and a scar that bisected his eyebrow and cheekbone.

His second in command was Dizzy. She was a former Kunika (6) and left the service after politics let a mass murderer walk free. The killer later had a terrible ‘accident’. With justice served she took Raider’s invitation to join him. She was a real Amazon in his eyes. She had long dark brown hair and dark eyes.

Sphinx was the chameleon of the team. A former NOC (7) agent who had been disavowed along with her partner. She was elegant and super-model sleek. She had no problem impersonating anyone. She wore her soft blue hair shoulder length and over her left eye. She and her twin brother Jazz worked undercover all the time.

Shifter was the boy scout of the team. A former DSD(8), he was average height and looked like the boy next door. He was also a world class sniper that had no equal. His career in Australia was flushed after he refused a target. Said target was later found to be an innocent set up by a corrupt politician.

Sneaker was the bad boy of the crew. He was never seen without his ‘Do’ rag. He was also of Chinese descent and was the Hack Fiend. He broke into several military computers to track down his lost family members. The team caught him before the Chinese Army. He wore the X shaped scar on his right cheek. He did occasional freelance work.

Msu Tsu was already called Moose, and had taken over the martial art training. Dizzy guided the others in helping him through his recovery. His therapy took a long time however. The beating he sustained, and the conditioning he received from his parents prevented him from reaching his full potential. And he was deathly afraid of being touched.

Over several months the team gentled him with kind and non-threatening touches. It calmed him, teaching the boy that he was safe and cared about. It finally got to the point when the casual pats and ruffled hair no longer bothered him. But by then it was a habit his newfound family had.

Most didn’t even realize that they were touching him.

He had learned to radiate a low-level ki field that heated water to lukewarm before it could hit him. It was a huge relief to have his curse under control.

Msu Tsu earned his place on the team in an unusual manner. He wanted to prove to them he could take care of himself. So Dizzy proposed a little test a game of Hide and Track.

He would have 24 hours to hide and get set. Then the others would hunt for him. If he lasted a full day he could start active duty on the team. Any teammates he ‘tagged’ were bonuses that would owe him a favor.

He adopted Raider’s Hide in Plain Sight Technique. It was dirty, nasty, and muddy, but he hid all day. By noon the next day Shifter found the fast food wrappers from his lunch. Msu Tsu heard several laughing remarks about whether or not it was legal to go for hamburgers while on mission.

In the end he tagged all but Raider and Dizzy. He won their respect and friendship.

And now here he was, living at Red Six Base, training and learning to be something better. He stretched and got up from bed and yawned sleepily as he got dressed. He pulled on a pair of khaki pants and a black tank top. Thick gray socks covered his feet. He padded his way downstairs.

Dizzy smiled as he sat down at the table. A plate of pancakes and a cup gunpowder tea was set before him.

“Raider said you had the morning off. But he’s wants you down at the firing range at noon.”

“Hai Dizzy.” Msu Tsu replied. He dug into the meal before him with gusto. Dizzy smiled indulgently. He was a sweet young man. He had bloomed with them, becoming assured and proud. And she had never seen the boss so smitten.

After breakfast Msu Tsu curled up in the den with a book on modern warfare. He wasn’t concentrating on the book though. He was trying to sort out his feelings for Raider. At first he felt admiration and respect for the older warrior. Then a sort of comfortable ease followed. All the praise and encouragement acted as a balm to his wounded soul.

But now… now between all the gentle touches lavished on him and the tender embraces, he was utterly confused. He finally realized that he loved the gruff former soldier, but was the feeling mutual?

With a sigh, he noticed the time and headed for the firing range. It was time for shooting lessons.

Raider watched the Hidden Weapons Master approach. The youth showed real promise, though they did have one long conversation after he had laser surgery. Msu Tsu felt it was wrong for a martial artist to train with a gun. Raider just told him, “A warrior should never limit himself.”

Raider guided his young friend to the shooting bench. He showed him how to load and unload the weapon. Then they put on shooting glasses and hearing protection. Raider stood behind the teen and showed him how to hold the rifle.

By this point Msu Tsu was a bit flustered. Raider was full of little touches that called to something deep within him. Raider braced his legs as Msu Tsu fired. The recoil knocked him back into the older man’s arms. The former SEAL just chuckled and set him upright.

The older man was reveling in the chance to hold the teen. The scent of his long silky hair filled his nose. The young man was stunning. He was slowly gentling the boy to his touch, seducing the youth. Soon Msu Tsu would be ready to come to his bed.

When the shooting lesson was over Raider shooed Msu Tsu back to the main house. Msu Tsu hit the showers with a delighted sigh. He stood under the hot spray as some hot little thoughts filled his mind. The water washed the stench of cordite from his flesh.

He felt himself harden and flushed. He shook himself and turned on the cold water. When he was under control he toweled off. It was time to eat dinner, so he loosely braided his hair as he walked down stairs. The rest of the team was waiting for him. He looked at the grinning faces as Sneaker stood on his chair and held up the target Msu Tsu had used.

Each shot was a disabling shot.

“Congrats Moose!” They cheered.

He was the recipient of several bear hugs including a tender embrace from Raider. Only Dizzy noted the extra little caress the youth received. Jazz and Sphinx brought out a cake decorated as a bulls eye. The party lasted far into the night.

By the end of the festivities the newest member of Section Omega was VERY flustered. Raider made a point to give out those soft little touches that were so distracting. It was a slow seduction of his senses.

When the party finally wound down, Raider and Msu Tsu were in the study. Dizzy excused herself sighting an early meeting. The two men were in no hurry to seek their empty beds. They spoke softly and sipped green tea. Electric tingles raced up Msu Tsu’s arm as their fingers touched. Raider smiled to himself as the teen’s eye’s widened.

“Msu Tsu?”

“Hai Raider?”

“Are you happy here?”

The youth curled up on the couch and smiled sweetly.

“Yes I’m happy here. You, Dizzy-neechan, the team… I love it here.”

Raider brushed inky black hair form soulful gray eyes. Msu Tsu leaned into the touch. His eyes closed as he savored the sensation of being safe and adored. He sighed softly and Raider chuckled.

“Come on Msu Tsu, time for bed.” Raider led the youth up the winding stairs and down the hall. Msu Tsu swayed and bit on his feet as they slowed to a stop outside Raider’s room. He looked up at the man who meant so much to him.

“Raider?”

The former SEAL heard the unvoiced question and drew the young man into a tender embrace. Msu Tsu’s lips parted under the gentle assault. The larger man opened the door and drew the youth inside. They traded searching kisses as they stumbled to the bed. Clothes hit the floor on a whisper of sound. They tumbled onto the massive four poster.

Msu Tsu let his hands fall limply to the bed. Trust shone like a beacon form his eyes. Raider felt humbled by the enormity of the gift. He scattered kisses over that smooth skin, listening for Msu Tsu’s fitful moans. His hot mouth bathed tight carmine nipples as slim fingers wound in his hair. The youth felt cherished as Raider lavished him with soulful kisses and playful nuzzles.

Raider lifted his head and rolled onto his back. He drew his lover over his body. He peppered the teen’s lips with quick little kisses.

“Are you sure?”

“Hai.”

Msu Tsu flushed as nipping kisses burned his throat and jaw. He felt Raider paint a wet trail down to his chest.

Raider felt an ache in his heart as his lips found old scars. He caressed the marks with his lips as his hands wandered to lower treasures. He smiled when the boy gasped brokenly. He would have to remember that spot behind the knees for next time.

Msu Tsu uttered a soft cry of wonder. Bitten off moans and gasping whimpers shattered the night air. He tossed his head as, with a growl, Raider stroked his inner thighs. He trembled with anticipation, but at the last moment, those teasing fingers slid over the tops of his thighs to rub his hipbones.

Raider toyed with him until his was lost in a sweltering storm of desire. He suckled the youth’s earlobe and murmured, “Do you know how much I want you?”

Msu Tsu shook his head, his voice stolen by throbbing need.

Raider smiled and kissed his way down that sleek torso. He uttered soft words of praise and endearment as he neared his goal. He paused just above the straining evidence of arousal. He lifted his eyes to gaze at the panting youth.

“Look at me Angel.”

Msu Tsu quivered but forced his eyes to open.

Raider’s face turned tender as he slowly engulfed the hot length.

Msu Tsu writhed under him with a choked off scream. Raider caught his hips and guided him in a slow tempo that promised to drive his angel mad. When he finally drew back from the youth, his silken treasure was sobbed with need. He rose over the boy and kissed him. Msu Tsu attacked his mouth with needy kisses.

Raider fumbled and opened the nightstand drawer. He withdrew a tube and cradled the boy close. He quickly coated one finger with the slick gel. Their eyes locked as Raider carefully eased a long boned finger into the hidden entrance.

Msu Tsu whimpered and clung to his shoulders. Raider crooned soft sounds of encouragement as he tenderly stretched the soft tissues. He withdrew for a moment, then returned with two fingers. He soothed the whimpering teen as he forged into that tight body once more.

“Easy little one, careful now. I won’t hurt you.”

Finally Msu Tsu was as prepared as possible. Raider coated his straining manhood heavily with the gel and settled into position. He twined his fingers with his young lover’s. He looked into feverish eyes. With one smooth motion he kissed his treasure and thrust into the chaste body below.

Tears burned Msu Tsu’s eyes. Raider was very gentle, but the shock and pain of that first entry was all too real. He sobbed at the stinging pain.

Raider froze to give his lover time to adjust. His voice was raw as he coaxed the youth to relax. Finally he sense the pain ease and began to rock gently. That first tender nudge brushed something unknown and wonderful within the teen. Pleasure spiked through Msu Tsu’s belly. He gasped and shook.

Tender amusement lit Raider’s eyes as he ruthlessly stroked Msu Tsu’s prostate. He was relentless as he thrust his angel onto the silken wash of completion. He vaguely heard the teen’s stuttering cry of climax. Hot sticky seed painted their bellies and his control snapped. He poured his essence into the spasming sheath.

Stars danced in his eyes as the throbbing slowly eased. He settled onto his lover, and held him in loving arms. He felt the boy moan fitfully as he slipped from his hot clasp. Raider rolled them from wet spot of the sheet and tucked the youth’s head under his chin. He smoothed a big hand down the slender back.

Msu Tsu shivered weakly as Raider soothed him. Then he heard the words that changed him forever.

“My clever little Treasure, Wo ai ni.”

Msu Tsu lifted tear bright eyes and looked at Raider. He shuddered and held the older man tight.

“Wo ai ni Raider.”

TBC

ATHOR NOTES: Most information came form the books of Richard Marcinko. A true shooter, he created and led several SEAL teams until the navy sandbagged him in the 80’s.

(1) HK an ultreliable pistol, assult rifle, or submachine gum made by Heckler & Koch, a German firm. Accordign to Mr. Marcinko the SEALs use H&K MP5 submachine guns in various configurations as well as H&K 93 assualt rifles and P7M8 9mm, and USP 9mm, .40 or 45. caliber pistols.

(2) Tangos are the bad guys. Since the team has no government, it handles world terrorists.

(3) OBE Overtaken By Event. IE not my fault, shit happenes.

(4) NIS Naval Investigative Service. Also known as the Admirals’ Gestapo.

(5) Spec War Commandments As Stated by Richard Marcinko – creator of SEAL team six and Red Cell:

- I am the War Lord and the wrathful God of combat and I will always lead you from the front, not the rear.
- I will treat you all alike – just like shit.
- Thou shlt do nothing I will not do first, and thus you shall be created Warriors in My deadly image.
- I shall punish thy bodies because the more thou sweatest in trainging the less thou bleedest in combat.
- Indeed, if thou hurteth in thy efforts and thou suffer painful dings, then thou art Doing It Right.
- Thou hast no to like it – Thou hast just to do it.
- Thou shalt Keep It Simple, Stupid.
- Thou shalt never assume.
- Verily thou art not paid for thy methods, but for ty results, by which meaneth thou shalt kill thine enemies by any means available before he killeth you.
- Thou shalt, in thy Warrior’s Mind and Soul, always remember My ultimate and final Commandment: There re No Rules – Thou Shalt Win at All Cost.

(6) Kunika- Japanese national police counterterrorism unit.

(7) NOC- No Offical Cover. Think Mission Impossible.

(8) DSD- Defense Signal Directorate. Australia’s SIGINT Agency

- SIGNIT= SIGnal INTelegence