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The Wanderer: Wandering Moon: Episode 5: Midnight Densetsu
Raye scowled as she opened the door to her room. Sure enough,
everyone else (except Darien) was present. This fact did not improve
her mood one bit.
"Never thought I would see the day when Serena got to a scout
meeting before Raye," quipped Artemis.
"You know Raye better than that, Artemis. I'm sure she has a
very valid reason why it took her so long," Luna chided primly.
"As a matter of fact, I do have a good excuse. We were on a
field trip today, and some crazy model builder decided to show off
his latest creation by having it buzz the area. It turned the
traffic into a total disaster." Raye appeared to consider this a
personal affront to her dignity.
Amy looked at her curiously. "Just what happened Raye?"
Raye scowled. "Just what I told you. We were on a field trip
near downtown when from out of nowhere this model of a jet airplane
comes swooping down and scares everyone. It flew in between
buildings and down the streets about three meters of the ground and
generally turned everything into chaos."
Amy continued her questioning. "What exactly did it look like?
And about how big was it?"
"About two meters long or so, and it looked like a jet fighter
with two big pods on its back."
Amy produced her pocket computer and began inputting a few
commands. She then handed it over to Raye. "Did it look like this?"
she inquired.
Raye looked at the diagrams on the screen and nodded. "Except
for the fact that it was colored in green and black, yes, it looked
exactly like this!"
"That is a drawing of the fighter mode of the war machines
used in the Macross manga," Amy said thoughtfully. "I scanned them
in after meeting that 'Star Ranger' person the day before yesterday.
'He' only stood about two meters tall, and used green and black trim
as well."
"Ahem," interrupted Luna. "While this is all very interesting,
I don't see what it has to do with fighting the Negaverse. Which
is somehow back again, and I don't understand how. I thought it was
destroyed when Serena defeated Beryl and the Negaforce."
"I thought it was too, Luna. I mean, we were there, in spirit
anyway, and I had the feeling that when Serenity unleashed the full
power of the crystal with our help everything in the Negaverse
would be totally destroyed," Lita replied.
"I'd like to know how we know its really the Negaverse,"
interrupted Artemis. Luna gave him a warning look, and he hurriedly
continued, "I mean, all we know is that Serena saw something that
looked like a you.... OUCH!!!" Whatever his point was it was lost
when Luna stuck her claws into his hindquarters. This prompted
Serena to spring to her own defense.
"I may not be the brightest in school, but I got the same
feeling from those things as from all the other evil I've fought
since Luna found me. And they were draining energy from people.
They acted like youma, and they died like youma. I don't see that
it makes a difference what they are called." Luna facefaulted
at the grown-up attitude Serena was showing at the moment, and
wondered how long she could hope for this burst of maturity to last.
"Its almost like we are fighting two different enemies instead
of one," interjected Amy. "I mean, if it was the same person, why
didn't they use another batch of those robots that gave us so much
trouble?"
"Speaking of which," inquired Mina, "why did we have so much
trouble with those things? I know Amy took some readings from them,
but she never really told us why she thinks they are a problem."
"I've been thinking about that," replied Amy, "and I think its
because magic and technology don't mix very well. I'm not saying
its impossible, just that the two tend to be immune from the effects
of the other."
"But once we release our powers, the effects are physical,
not magical," replied a much calmer Raye. "So why didn't the things
melt under my Mars fire, or short circuit under Lita's Thunder
crash?"
"I think that whoever sent them had some idea of the level of
our powers," replied Amy. "I think those robots were designed
to survive our powers. They certainly weren't able to stand up to
that 'Star Ranger' when he appeared."
"Well, he certainly isn't a match for a youma, well, three youma
at once," noted Serena. "If I hadn't been there he would have been
moondust."
"Which goes to prove my point", replied Amy. "It looks like
this Star Ranger is mostly technological, power-wise. Youma are
magical creatures, mostly, and the same thing would apply to him,
that most of his powers wouldn't work on them. Serena did see part
of their fight, and said that he was in hand to hand combat with
them, rather than trying to use the lasergun he used on the
spider-robots. Even if the Star Ranger was every bit as strong and
fast as a youma, three on one would give them an advantage."
"There is one thing about all this I still don't understand,
though," commented Mina, "And that is why they attacked your school!"
"I'm rather worried about that fact myself," replied Amy. "Its
like they were trying to flush out either us scouts or even maybe
that 'Star Ranger'. And if that's the case, I bet they decide that
anytime they want to find one or the other all they'll have to do is
attack Juuban Jr. High again."
"What was that you were saying about school being the safest
place for them again, Luna?" Inquired a grinning Artemis to a
facefaulted Luna.
"What worries me the most is the frequency of these attacks,"
continued Amy, trying valiantly to ignore a certain cat with a
penchant for wisecracks. "This is the third attack in four days.
Its the fastest pace of attacks that we have seen from an enemy so
far. Before, we usually had a week or so between attacks. I'm
worried that whoever it is may be trying to see if they can't wear
us out before starting on their real plan."
"Excuse me," interrupted Raye, "but could someone go back to the
beginning and fill Mina and I in on just what DID happen today? Its
not like we were there or anything."
"You don't have to get so snotty about it, Raye," sniffed
Serena, a comment which provoked one of their infamous tongue wars.
Amy looked at the two and sighed, and turned to Mina and started
to explain.
"It started before school today. When I got to school, there
was a note from the new teacher, Thunders-sensei, asking if I could
meet with him for a few minutes before school...."
* * * * * * * * *
At Michael's apartment across town, FRED was letting Micheal
know he was in less than a good mood. "Feel Better?" FRED inquired.
>From the sarcastic tone, Micheal assumed that his companion was in a
fit of pique.
"As a matter of fact, yes. I really needed to think for a bit,"
replied Micheal as he took a cold soda from the fridge and opened
it.
"What is with you???? You buzz the Ginzu, freak out the police,
and get in a dogfight with the JSDF!!! What the heck happened
to, and I quote, 'KEEPING A LOW PROFIE!?!?!?!?!?'"
"Your not the one who darn near got his head torn off this
afternoon, FRED. Who's in charge here anyway?" Micheal retorted
as he settled into a chair across the room from FRED. "And speaking
of which, any results on that search yet?"
"Searches, he wants. Every single defense authority is after
his hide and he wants to know about search results. Well, I got
search results for you. First of all, someone just sent us a big
file. Problem is, it's encrypted, and I haven't been able to decrypt
it yet. No return address, and when I tried tracing back the
delivery path I ran into a dead end. Secondly, for the most part,
the authorities don't even want to acknowledge there is anything
weird going on. Any time they get a clue, they hunt it down and
ignore it. I might have found some evidence about this Tinkerer
person, though. Hospital records at Juuban General indicate that
there was a John Doe admitted about a year ago. Physical description
matches pretty close. Treatment notes indicate that they had a bit
of a problem with him at first. Badly burned, all along his right
side. Didn't speak a word of Japanese."
"Sounds like a possibility then. Who was his doctor?"
"Dr. Emiki Mizuno," replied FRED.
Micheal looked at the computer with amazement. "Isn't that the
name of the doctor the school referred to us for those tests for
Serena?"
"Now that you mention it, yes, it is..."
* * * * * * * * *
"I hope the information was worth the cost," fumed a disgruntled
Cabelite to the Tinkerer. "Those three Youma were some of my best."
Tinkerer scowled at the Negaverse general. "If you were so
attached to them, why did you send them?"
"Because you assured me of their chances for success,
_CRIPPLE_!!!!"
"I assured their success only against one faction or the other.
Not against them working together."
Cabelite paused his tirade, and looked curiously at the
Tinkerer. "How do you know what happened?"
"Because it serves no point in picking a fight if one doesn't
learn from it, General. I had a spyder hidden in the auditorium
to record the whole incident. I wanted a record of whatever
happened."
"And this record shows our enemies working together?" inquired
Cabelite.
"If you will be calm and watch that monitor, I will show you
exactly what the spyder saw, General."
* * * * * * * * *
"Based on that sort of evidence, I'd add two and two together
and get four as well, Amy," commented Mina after hearing the whole
story.
"Unless you're Serena, in which case you get five," joked
Artemis, as Serena protested that she wasn't _that_ stupid.
"Are you sure your OK, Artemis?" inquired Mina sweetly. "Maybe
I should take you to the vet and have him give you a check-up".
At the mention of a visit to the vet, Artemis suddenly decided that
someone needed to check the other rooms and make sure they weren't
being spied on. Mina watched his retreating form with a smile.
"Never fails. He hates going to the vet. Now, as we were saying,
it looks like we have fairly strong evidence that the new teacher
is also this Star Ranger. The real question is who's side is he on?"
"I say we go over to his place and ask him," commented Lita,
smacking her fist with her palm. "And we keep at him until we get
the truth."
"Reality check," interrupted Raye. "Why would five schoolgirls
be asking a teacher if he is a spy for the Negaverse? He's not
stupid, like Odango Atama here."
"I am _not_ stupid Raye," protested Serena.
"Who said anything about asking while we were in our normal
clothes?" retorted Lita, although by that point Raye was no longer
listening, being engaged in a glaring contest with Serena.
"I'm not sure that's wise," commented Amy. "If he's not on our
side we could be walking into a trap."
"I don't think so," countered Mina. "How would he know we were
coming? Besides, if we timed it to surprise him right when he came
home, I don't think he would have a chance to do anything."
"Well, I'm glad that's settled," interjected Serena. "Now we
can get on to other stuff, like where we should go tommorow since
Juuban will be closed. And come to think of it, tommorow is Darien's
day off, too!" At that comment, everyone facefaulted.
* * * * * * * * *
"Well, it would appear that you were at least partially correct,
cripple," commented Cabelite as the screen went black. "This Star
Ranger you seem to fear did not do well against my youma at all. If
that silly Sailor Moon hadn't interfered, he would be history now.
And if he hadn't interfered, my youma could have taken out Sailor
Moon."
"And this is all you see in that tape, general?" Inquired
Tinkerer with scorn in his voice.
"Yes. All that we need to do now is find a way to attack both
of them at once, so they can't help each other."
Tinkerer sighed. 'An entire dimension from which to find a
cats-paw and I get an idiot.' "Then let me spell it out for you.
Based on how quickly the attack was detected, at least one, possibly
more, of our enemies is associated with that school. If we want to
operate undisturbed, we attack during times when that school is in
session. And when we are ready to eliminate them, we attack them
there before they know what is happening."
"And what do you propose we do for our attack? If they are
working together, one or the other seems capable of defeating
anything we have thrown at them so far."
Tinkerer glared at the Negaverse general. "I do have a thought
as to that fact. I've noticed that technology and magic don't mix
well, but it is possible. Ergo, we take one of your strongest
youma, and augment him with technology. Sailor Moon's magic should
be countered by the technology and the Star Ranger should be helpless
against the youma's magic based powers."
Cabelite considered this plan for a moment, obviously
unconvinced. "Would you rather attack them the way we are, until
we are defeated piecemeal? Where is your grand plan to accomplish
what your ex-queen couldn't then?" goaded Tinkerer.
After a long moment, Cabelite gave a nod of agreement. "For a
cripple, your idea still has merit. How long will it take to
implement it?"
"A month minimum, possibly more. Since the two don't readily
mix I can't give you a more accurate estimate. I need you to keep
our enemies distracted until then. And we will still need energy.
Remember what we learned. The best times to attack are while they
will be in school, and preferably nowhere near their school as well."
* * * * * * * * *
Patricia Haruna's heart stopped for the tiniest moment at the
sight of Micheal in a tuxedo, as it brought back memories of being
attacked. Then she admitted to herself that he looked quite elegant
in it. From the way he was fidgeting, it appeared Micheal feel more
foolish than elegant.
"Well, its nice to see that I'm not going to be overdressed,"
he commented with a smile as he openly admired her. Patricia was
wearing a low cut velvet burgundy dress with thin shoulder straps.
At her ears were emerald teardrops and a string of pearls about her
neck. The dress itself was cut on the bias, and helped to accentuate
her lovely figure. "I take it we are not going to the local sushi
bar then, ne?" he concluded, a line that got him that sour look she
usually saved for poor students and a smack from her clutch purse.
Micheal was able to salvage the situation by offering her his arm for
the walk down to the car.
"I'm rather pleasantly surprised, Micheal. I must admit that
I was a little worried that YOU would be underdressed," she commented
as Micheal helped her into his car. "I definitely didn't expect
you to show up in a tuxedo."
Micheal grinned as he trotted around to the other side and
climbed in. "I can't take any of the credit. It was my next door
neighbors suggestion. I think he was trying to have a touch of fun
with me too. I wound up calling all over town looking for a place
who's tuxedos included cape, top hat, and cane." He started the car,
and had to wait for a moment before pulling out since his car was
pointed the wrong way, a deliberate choice since he wanted Patricia
to be able to get in the passenger side, but the driver's controls
were on the wrong side of the car for Japan.
"I must admit it would be easier if you didn't have this huge
american car tonight. Its not exactly going to be easy getting
in and out of this monstrosity. What is it with you Americans
and big cars?"
Micheal grinned at that one. "There is an American saying that
the only difference between the men and the boys is the size of our
toys. Actually, I had a different reason though. There have been
times I'll be going places where there aren't any roads. This
Hummvee can handle just about any terrain I throw at it. Although
it helps if I know where I'm going."
Patricia smiled and gave him an address in a very upscale
district of Tokyo. "Its owned by a friend of mine from college,
otherwise we could never have gotten a table. I've never really
had a chance to go there before." Micheal managed to conceal the
shudder he felt well enough that Patricia didn't notice it.
* * * * * * * * *
Micheal looked at the menu and sighed. There were no prices
listed on the menu, which in his experience translated into 'If you
have to ask, you can't afford it!' He just hoped that whoever it was
that had given him that American Express Platinum card didn't have
a stroke when they saw the bill for this. Still, He expected that
he could convince whoever it was that had brought him here that it
was a legitimate expense, since this meal was sort of a bribe to find
out just what was the real state of affairs in the Juuban district.
Regardless of if he wound up paying for the dinner himself later,
the way Patricia was dressed was worth the cost. For all of his
dislike of formal wear, he was glad he had taken Darien's advice.
Quite a few of the other patrons were wearing tuxedos, even if he was
the only one that had the whole bit with cape, hat, and cane.
It reminded him a bit of the ritzy nightclubs of the thirties
and forties, actually. The tables were arranged in a horseshoe
around a dance floor, and he could see band members beginning
to file in and warm up for their first set. White and Ivory
dominated the decor, but the true declaration of the opulence of the
place was its size. Square footage in Tokyo was expensive, so most
places were small and compact, maximizing the use of every inch. Not
so here, with each table spaced far enough apart that one didn't
have to rely on other peoples good manners to keep one's
conversations private. The only catch was that the menu was in Kanji
rather than Kana so he was having trouble reading it. He knew how to
get around that particular problem, though.
* * * * * * * * *
Luna was busy giving Serena 'The Look.' "Let me make sure I
understand this. You want me to go over and spy on Darien's next
door neighbor and see if he is a spy for the Negaverse."
"That's right Luna. You agreed that we needed to know if
Thunders-sensei is one of our enemies, and this is the perfect
chance. Even if he sees you he'd never guess a you could understand
every word he says."
'Why does she choose times like this to show some maturity?'
Luna wondered to herself as she facefaulted. 'Its going to be cold
out on that balcony'. "And what am I supposed to do if he does
notice me?"
"You'll be fine Luna. He isn't going to be home for a while
yet, and when he does get home, I don't think eavesdroppers
are going to be on his mind. I saw him pulling out of the building
as Darien and I were coming in, and Darien said Thunders-sensei
told him had a big date tonight."
Luna sighed as it became apparent that she wasn't going to be
able to dissuade Serena from her plan. 'But there's no way I'm going
to be spending all night on that balcony alone!'
* * * * * * * * *
Artemis shivered and snuggled up closer to Luna. "Explain
to me again why we are sitting out here on a hard cold balcony
instead of sleeping on a nice warm bed?"
"I'm here to see if I can learn anything about this Thunders
person. Your here because I'm not going to sit out in the cold
alone."
"So you just wanted me along for my hot body," Artemis
deadpanned, "are you sure you don't want me to light your fire as
well?" At that comment Luna facefaulted and smacked him.
* * * * * * * * *
Luna awoke to the sound of a door closing, and chided herself
for falling asleep. She gently nudged Artemis awake as their quarry
came into view.
"Any new messages while I was out?" Micheal inquired as he
carefully undressed, hanging up the rented tuxedo. Luna gave Artemis
a puzzled look at that question, as he was obviously alone. The look
became one of surprise when he received an answer.
"One phone message, logging in to check e-mail." Then the voice
became that of Patricia Haruna's, as Luna realized that whatever
was doing the talking was now playing back the phone message.
"Its Patricia, and I just wanted to call and say thanks again
for the wonderful evening," Patricia's message said. "I'm sorry
about the check, I didn't think it was going to be that expensive.
And I'd kind of like to do it again sometime soon, only maybe
someplace not as expensive. In case you've lost the number, its
555-9390".
While the message played, Micheal ducked into the bedroom.
The mysterious voice changed back to its original rich baritone
and continued. "One new e-mail message, no return address, same
bounce path as the last one. Timestamp indicates it was delivered
about 5 minutes ago. Message reads as follows; Don't you think
20,000 yen for a dinner date is a bit excessive? Please try and
moderate charges to your expense account. PS, If your having trouble
with the key to that file, think about it. I know you'll figure
it out."
At this point Micheal returned from the bedroom wearing
sweatpants and a T-shirt. He hung up the tuxedo trousers and
carefully placed the components back in the garment bag for return
to the tuxedo rental shop. As he hung it up he suddenly slapped
his head. "D'OH!!!! That's the password! Try 'Think about it',
FRED." It was as he sat down at the computer that the two cats
realized where the disembodied voice was coming from.
"It's not working, Muck," the computer commented.
"That's because you entered the key in Romanji, baka. Try it in
English."
"Bingo," the computer exalted, and suddenly text began to fill
up on the computer screen. Luna jumped up on the edge of the
balcony, and was just able to make out some of the text over
Michael's shoulder. What she saw did nothing for her composure.
'Over a thousand years ago, the solar system was at peace. By
harnessing magic, humanity was able to colonize all the planets
of the Sol system. It was a time of great prosperity, and had
endured for over a thousand years. It was known as the Silver
Millennium, and the heart of it all was the Moon Kingdom...'
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Coming Soon: Chapter 6: Revelations
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