Hey! Didn't I already do this one?
        Well, I looked back on what I had written, and the feedback 
that I had gotten, and I decided to completely redo the series.
        I'm gonna keep it the same way, that is the same characters will
be in it, same story line, and plot. It's just that it's in narative form,
and some extra stuff has been added.

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                          Sailor Moon Heretics
                                Prologue
                         The beginning of the end
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                                  By 
                     Geoff "The Tyrant Pax" Walker



        It once was a beautiful planet, rich with life, culture. A civilization
once thrived here. The skies were once blue, the oceans once clear. 
        Not anymore.
        Now, the cities lay in waste, it's skies black with smoke. The oceans
have turned to black sludge.
        Some where in an ally of the shattered cities, a lone figure staggers.
She holds her left arm, trying to stop the blood leaking through a wound.
She wares the fuku of a Sailor scout, but she is not one of the earthly
sailor. The skirt of her fuku is purple, and her hair is done in a long pony 
tail, that extends to the swell of her back.
        "Hello there, Sailor Baktu." said a seductive female voice from
the shadows."
        "Lezinite!" said Baktu, stopping.
        A woman with long blond hair, a very dark gray uniform with egg blue
piping, and a black half mantel covers her left shoulder, appears hanging in 
the air.
        "Isn't nice that you remember my name." said Lezinite.
        "There's nothing nice about you."
        "My my, such a tongue."
        Baktu takes a step back, and raises her hands.
        "Metron..." she drops them, "Blazing!". A red hot blast of air burns
from Baktu's hands, and down the ally, engulfing Lezinite.
        "Got ya! Tusi! Namah! Kellia! Come and help me!" Baktu yells into
her communicator.
        "I'm sorry, but they can't help you." said a perfect male voice.
        "Hessenite!" 
        "That's right! Hess-en-ite! Pronounce it correctly young lady!"
        Hessenite appeared above her. He's the definition of perfection.
His uniform is wrinkle free, and spotless. His black boot shiny, cape pressed,
belt buckle polished, hair set perfectly, and face blemish free.
        "Well, it seems that you are over matched." came Lezinite's voice from
the scorched ally.
        "How....how can you survive that!" asked Baktu, "And what happened
to the others."
        "I killed them, once Sailor Tusi was out of the way, the rest were
easy....as crushing a bug." said Hessenite, smugly.
        "No! It can't be!" yelled Baktu, and she held her head.
        "It so happens, that you are the last living being on this planet."
said Lezinite. She lowers herself to the ground, and so does Hessenite.
        "Get away from me!" Baktu yells vainly.
        Hessenite and Lezinite approached. Lezinite produces a long, wide 
sword, that has golden scrollwork up along it's edge. Hessenite's is a 
perfect slender sword, with a very ornate hilt.
        "Yaaaaa!" Baktu exclaims as they approach closer.
        "Come, meet your friends!" Lezinite swinger her sword, opening a deep
cut along Baktu's left arm.
        "Die!" Hessenite thrusts his blade into Baktu's side.
        "Die!" Lezinite cleaves off Baktu's right arm.
        "Yaaaaaa!" screams Baktu and she clutches at the bloody stump.
        "Die!" Hessenite thrusts his sword into Baktu's back.
        "There are other...other, sailors out there..." stammered Baktu.
        "I'm sure there are, and we'll kill them too."  Lezinite raises her
sword to deliver the final blow.
        "STOP!" booms a voice from above. With every word, rings authority.
        "My lord!" says Hessenite.
        A figure floats down. He is dressed in the same uniform as the other
two, but his piping is gold. His hair is long, night back, and bound with a
silver ring. His face is angular, with his chin coming to a sharp point. 
A large scar runs from his left ear to his chin.
        "My lord Necrolite! I see that you got free with out our help." said
Hessenite.
        "Once the seal was broken, I could escape using my own power."
Necrolite came to rest on the ground. He takes a step towards Baktu and creates 
a scimitar.
        "Necrolite, you'll....you'll never win...there are others like me
out there, and Pax is still out there..." Baktu says, just before Necrolite
lops off her head.
        "Good swing m'lord." says Hessenite, as Necrolite wipes his sword of
on Baktu's fuku. 
        Necrolite walks over to where Boktu's head lies and picks it up.
        "Hrmph, Pax must find new guards for planets. These girls are no
challenge." said Hessenite.
        "Do not underestimate these girls, Hessenite. The Tyrant has his reason
for choosing them. I remember a discussion we had. He said something about
it...I can not remember it, but there is a reason. Well, let us leave this
place, I have been here thousands of years, and I do not want to be here any
longer." said Necrolite, absently tossing Boktu's heat to the side.
        "As you wish, my Dark Pope." and with that, they teleport away.

        High above the planet, a massive object hangs. It is 20 km long, 
8km wide, and 1 km high. It resembles a gothic style cathedral that is slowly
melting. At the front of the massive ship a huge rosary window is placed. It
pluses with red light, not due to the fact that most of the glass was red,
but for the incredible energy that is contained within. With a bulge, the
rosary lets loose the terrible energy contained within. A beam shot forth, 
slamming into the planet below, shattering it's crust, and blazing though
the core, and out the other side. The planet buckled, and then exploded.

        "Were to now, my Dark Pope?" asked Hessenite.
        "To a planet called Terra." said Necrolite, now dressed in his 
papal robes and headdress. His sits on a throne carved from the black rock
of the cathedral. He leans back his head, and laughs and evil laugh.

        Somewhere, much more pleasant. A wind blows from off the sea. Waves
crash upon rocks. Birds squawk and chirp. A man in reds robes, cape and a 
white surcoat on a balcony of a massive palace, somewhat resembling the 
Louver, but in red and gold, and on a much more massive scale.
        The man is handsome in a rough sort of way. His hair is medium length
but unkempt. He sighs, and walks into the doorway. Inside is a lavish office.
It is the same gold and red stone, but the walls are lined with shelves of
books.
        The man walks over to a desk, carved from raw stone. He sits down
and stares at the flat computer screen that is sitting on the desk.
        A woman in a red dress, if that is what you could call it, being
that it resembles a shirt with a loin cloth attached.
        "Hey, Amon, I found that copy of the Necronomicon by Abdul El-hazard,
and brought up one of the original copies by Al-hazard, because I haven't
read it, oh, I also found that Nanm Scrolls that you were looking for...hey!
Are you listening to me?" the woman asked, annoyed.
        "Eiko, look at this." The man turned the screen around so the
woman could see it.
        "'M'lord Amoncara Pax, He is free.'" She takes a step back. "What
the hell was that about?" she asked.
        "It came from Tusi."
        "So?"
        "Tsui is were I imprisoned Necrolite."
        "He is free....by the gods! It can't be!" 
        "It is true....I can feel him...the black cathedral too..."
        The woman comes over to the Man. "Were is he headed?"
        "There is only one place that has enough energy to open a rift
big enough to bring forth the black fleet." The man taps a few buttons on
the key board, and a star map appears on the screen.
        "You don't mean..."
        "Yes....Terra."

        Sailor Pluto stood on the top of the Tokyo tower. It was sunny, a 
pleasant wind blew, a normal day. 
        Then it changed.
        Great beams of light lanced from the sky, striking the city.
        In a single second, the city is aflame, the sky is blood red, and
screams of the populous is carried upon the wind.
        A figure appeared, clothed in red robes, but his face was hidden 
beneath the hood of his cloak. And it spoke but 4 words.
        "You must prevent this."
        And then Setsuna woke up.
        "That...that was horrible..." she said to herself.
        She brushed back her hair from her face and caught her breath.
        Out side lightning flashed and thunder crashed, and the rain beat 
upon the windows.
        Setsuna sat in her bed, in a tank top and boxer shorts, holding
her head in her hands. 
        "Aunti?" came a small voice from the door way.
        Setsuna looks over to the door way. In the doorway, stands the young
Hotoru, a stuffed rabbit held in one hand, dragged on the floor.
        "Yes, Hotoru-chan?" Setsuna looked at her, sweetly.
        "I can't sleep, the lighting is too loud and THEY are making too much
noise again." Hotoru casts an accusing eye down the hall.
        "Well, come on." Setsuna pats the bed next to her. Hotoru comes over
and climbs into the bed and lays down. Setsuna lays down and embraces Hotoru.
        "Hotoru-chan?"
        "Yes, Aunti?"
        "Thunder makes noise, lighting lights up the sky."
        "Oh."
        And they fall asleep.




                                *End*


        Well, that the prologue of Sailor Moon Heretics, kinda shedding new
light onto the series....
        Um...there's more....I know there is...
        Well, I hope to put out the first four parts out in the next
week or so...
        Well, until then...






        

                        

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