Author's note at end. C&C craved. It's the only way I can insure that this 
won't turn into an SI

Sailor Moon and the Senshi was created by Naoko Takeuchi and as such, belongs 
to her. No money is being made off of this and no such intent should be 
inferred. This is strictly for entertainment. Original character, story and 
situations are mine, with inspirational credit to Megane 6.7.

Enjoy the show!

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"...Keiichi died today, a silly accident took the love of my life away. Usagi 
is devastated, I can't bring myself to tell her that her daddy isn't coming 
home. I can't even tell myself it seems. I told him, but he didn't listen. 
'Don't moon the cheetahs, honey, they look fast'..."
-Insertion, Part 58, By Carrotglace
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The ancient Japanese called them sorera yamitsuki gon koumeiseidai, "those 
who serve justice." Most of the time they are simply legends. The ronin 
samurai, the gunfighter, or the heroic black knight. Men and women who 
possess neither fear nor mercy and appear and disappear like the morning dew, 
leaving behind only stories of their deeds.

Bastards... 


                                       Prologue


The confrontation had been a long time coming. More then two years in the 
making. From the first moments in a dark warehouse in the underbelly of 
Tokyo, to a brief alliance in the Siberian Wastelands, to here, the burning 
remains of the United Nations Building in New York. On one side of the 
confrontation, a woman dressed in a blue and white sailor fuku trimmed in 
black. Blood stained the fingertips of her gloves, no doubt from the man in 
the uniform of the N. Y. P. D.  lying at her feet. Most of his chest was gone 
and the expression on his face indicated that the separation had not been a 
pleasurable one. In one hand, she held a jewel encrusted scepter topped with 
a crescent moon. On the inner curve of the moon was a many faceted silver 
crystal which glowed faintly with an unearthly light. The smell of death, 
burning wood, and plaster was everywhere and faint ripples swarmed around the 
women, held at bay by some force.

At her side was a lady dressed in a slinky black dress. Her black hair, like 
her companion's blue hair, was trimmed short and her face wore an expression 
of what some might call sexual excitement. The woman in the fuku's expression 
was blank and cold.

On the other side of the confrontation stood a young man, no more then 
sixteen years of age, black hair tied back in a ponytail. He wore a high 
necked jacket and pants, colored dark blue and trimmed in black. Black 
leather gloves covered his hands and upon his feet he wore black boots that 
came up to just below his knees. His long black coat came down to just above 
his ankles and a pair of mirrored "John Lennon" sunglasses sat firmly on his 
nose. His left hand was tucked into his pants pocket and his expression sat 
somewhere between a smile and a smirk. He carried an air of purpose, of sheer 
stubbornness to complete whatever task he had set to. With his free hand, he 
shifted the shoulder strap of the brand new brown leather satchel slung 
across his chest to rest on his left side and then let his arm fall back to 
his side. Occasionally, one of the ripples would charge him, only to suddenly 
recoil and dart back to it's fellows as though terrified.

All three seemed indifferent to the water raining down on their heads as the 
sprinkler system fought the many fires throughout the room.

"Is this really where you wish to fall, General Azurite?" The fuku clad woman 
asked. Her tone varied very little in range and conveyed no emotion.

"Flattery, Mercury? I'm surprised. Or are you just hoping I'll electrocute 
you again? And here I thought Jupiter was the Masochist."

"Your continued refusal to join us is illogical," Sailor Mercury replied. "My 
Master will create a utopia. Those who join him will find a peace they have 
never dreamed off."

Azurite chuckled. "Call me crazy, but the last time I checked, the last 
person who thought genocide would create a utopia wound up dead by suicide." 

To the casual observer, Azurite, judging from his attitude, words and the 
fact that they had yet to attack, held the upper hand. In truth, he was 
outclassed and in way over his head. While he was in excellent shape and the 
genetic enhancements along with the nanites in his cells allowed him to 
(albeit barely) exchange blows with Mercury without injury, her companion, 
the oddly named Mistress Nine, was more powerful then the two of them put 
together. Sailor Moon might have been able to take her, but she was dead from 
an icicle through the heart, courtesy of Mercury. Azurite had killed the 
other two and Mars had split her head open on a rock. His sole advantage was 
that several sneak attacks and some lucky breaks over the past two years had 
made him appear to be more far more powerful then he actually was. Thusly, 
the ladies were treading cautiously and he was doing all he could to keep the 
illusion alive. As the old con artist's proverb went; think fast and talk 
faster.

"You're an arrogant little fool," Nine snarled. "The Master will crush you 
and your pathetic little Negaverse."

"I find that hard to believe." Azurite said, indicating the ripples in the 
air. "The U.N. built over an Indian graveyard, who'd of thunk it?" He stepped 
closer, Mercury reflexively taking a step back without realizing it. "In any 
case, 'the Master' is a little occupied holding off all these angry spirits 
that you woke up by trying to sink Manhattan." A slight glow appeared around 
the rim of the glasses. "And it's draining him, and you by extension. In a 
few minutes, he'll won't have spare energy for you to draw on, which means 
you'll revert back to your human forms." His smirk/smile became feral. "And 
then I'll be free to kill you and do whatever I want to the Empryan Silver 
Crystal."

"Killing is against the Negaverse code," Mercury said.

"Yeah. Well, Beryl and three of my superiors are dead and the remaining guy 
can't reach me with all these angry sprits around. Besides, the last thing I 
want is you two coming back at some point and starting this stupid war back 
up."

"If you don't like this war, why are you fighting it?"

He cocked his head. "Did I just see your clothes flicker?" The feral smile 
grew wider, becoming predatory, wolflike. "Think I'll start by breaking your 
legs so I don't have to go chasing you around the room." He made a swaying 
motion with his finger. "Clock's ticking, Hon, he said to Mercury. Shame I 
never got past second base before our...secrets came out, but hey it was 
fun...and you're time on this Earth is just about up."

"There's still enough time to tear you limb from limb, you little bastard," 
Nine snarled, starting forward only to be stopped by Mercury's arm upon her 
hand.

"No. He's right, "Mercury said, reaching inside her fuku. "Our remaining time 
on this Earth is limited." She took out two metal cuffs and handed one to 
Nine. "Put this on."

"What? What is this?"

"Our time on this Earth is limited. Therefore we will leave it."

"Leave?"

"There are other Earths. On one of them is a way to revive the Master. We 
will find it, restore the Master to his full power and then return to this 
world and complete our work." Mercury began to press buttons on the cuff, 
Nine copying her. A purple mistlike energy formed around them.

"Oh no you don't," Azurite snarled and leapt forward, tackling Nine to the 
floor. A roar, felt rather then heard surrounded them and the purple energy 
leapt upwards as part of the roof finally caved in onto the now empty floor.

In six years, almost to the day, one of those three travelers would return 
victorious, and change the world...

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Author's note: Call me stubborn if you like, but I still believe that 
original characters on the side of the good guys can be done without it being 
an SI. This is why I'm begging, pleading and even setting up the airbed in 
the living room for C&C.

I wasn't happy with this the first two times around, so hopefully, third 
time's the charm. So, once more into the breach...
 
*************
-Steve "Komodo" T.
Goat and Llama crossbreeding is bad.
Trust me on this.

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