Finally getting to this:

So, here we go!

Back to good old SS. Should be cool.

&&&[Cool! A Competent Villain?!]

I hope not. He'd probably win.

On the highest floor of the wrecked BBC Television and Radio
station, a strange glowing ooze dripped over the badly damaged
broadcasting equipment.

Is it the Ooze from the 80's horror film of the same name? :)

The first one stiffened and a cruel grin came to her lips.
Something red glowed on one of her shoulders. "Oh, she's more than
a match for you, and your 'twin' brother. So, are you going to
idiotically go run in front of her so she can blast you or shall _I_
do it now and save us the embarrassment?"

Man: You can run in front of her and get blasted. I won't mind.

Woman: That's not what I meant.

"She'll hit our first line of defense in a moment," Neutron
provided, obeying his leader's instructions. "At least a hundred
small mechs will have to be destroyed before she can get to us. Not
to mention they'll have to kill the humans we're controlling."

"We'll wait here," Morva said. "For every second she's delayed,
we will have gained just that much more energy. At this rate, we'll
be able to report to the Agency in under twenty minutes."

Hmm. So they are on a time table, eh?

"We don't know how powerful she is," Neutron said. "She could
be just another dolled-up human following Sailor V around and trying
to imitate her. Then again, she could be one of the more powerful
Sailor Soldiers we've heard so much about."

They've heard about the scouts already?

"Yeah," Proton added. "Look at the S on that tiara. Do you
think that stands for Saturn? You remember the rumors about _that_
one, don't you?"

Neutron: She's kick ass at designing computer games?

o_O

There is something to be said about a pair of superheroines
that barge straight in through the front door of an enemy hideout,
especially when that enemy has had several hours to prepare for their
arrival. Some would say they were exceptionally brave and confident.
Others would call them fools. Then again, a couple of others would
whistle at them, then hoot and holler that they were really hot
chicks, completely ignoring the fact that they were armed and ready
to do some serious damage.

True.

One might ask why all land mines in popular fiction have to
involve blinking red lights, a high-pitched whine, and a three
second delay in order to allow the protagonist a chance at escaping
certain death. The only thought going through V's mind in relation
to this a second after taking her fateful stride involved an angry
question as to why these particular explosives had no such convenient
safety features.

Heh

"Still, they were all in one line. Don't you think it would
have been easier just to walk around them?"

Oops

Not one that

who instead of 'that'

A pair of Englishmen with burning red eyes ran out of the
badly-lit corridor, wielding giant wrenches. Something green,
pulsing, and organic hung off the right sides of their faces. Both
were frothing and wore nametags identifying them as members of the
BBC technical staff.

Ah, good. Newsmen. No one will miss them

"You read my mind!"

"Only a little..."

What little there is of it to read. :)

A bunch of television studio lights turned on, revealing the

metal arms to be attached to a rather imposing, hydraulically-driven
robot that probably had been for one of the BBC's more expensive
sci-fi television ventures.

Like Dr. Who, eh? :)

Sailor S's jaw flipped downward and she started to protest. "No
they weren't--URGHLLE!" The robot's arm closed down a few more
inches. Several in the audience gasped when something in her body
sounded like it broke. "YOW!!!" Then, she recalled the phrasing of
the question, and it made her forget the pain for the moment. "Oh,
that's right, those weren't metals."

Heh. It's always in the little details that one suffers. :)

Sailor Stylin' dashed out from behind the busted 'bot, put
away her sword, and held out her hands, announcing her attack.
"Stylin' Tough n' Puffy Bow-Ribbons!" She hurled glowing pink ribbons
at Proton until he was entangled in a cocoon-like shell.

Well, that was easy.

Proton looked smugly at V. "Hah! That boomerang's not real
gold, you know!"

Heh. Cheap Iron Pyrite weapon, eh? You would think the Moon Kingdom could
have afforded better.

the Crystal Wink Sword. "Your powers are gonna be mine!"

Heh. Just like her 'father'

"Silly sailor," the electric leprechaun giggled. "Swords are
for hearts!"

Hehehehe. I should have seen that one coming.

The youma made an emphatic gesture at the airborne sword, which
plunged itself at an angle deep through Stylin's unprotected
midsection and made a clean cut all the way through her torso, where
the shining tip of the blade exited where her shoulder met her neck.

My, how grim. Of course we know this didn't harm her for any real length of
time.

Despite her tan, the girl turned white with shock. Silently
agape, she stumbled backward, not even having a chance to fall down
before Proton leapt to his feet, brandished a new set of metal forks
and threw one at her. "POSITIVE CHARGE!" The deep, digitized echo of
his voice continued even as he threw the second. "NEGATIVE CHARGE!!!"

My, he is being thorough.

"Oh terrific, now what are we supposed to do?!"
"Wait for another rescue?"
"Time for tea?"
"No, how about we try calling for Green Lantern?"
"Oh, he hasn't shown up for ages. Probably dropped his power
ring down a sink or some such nonsense."

-_-;;;

Kyle Rayner had just barely grasped his ring by the tips of
his fingers when a sneeze caused him to drop it once again. It
clattered even further down the drain. "D'OH!"

Heh.

---

Sailor V ran up what she hoped was the last flight of stairs.
Upon reaching the top, she noted to herself that someone had
redecorated the seventh floor of the BBC building with a lot of
granite, dust, and spiderwebs. It looked like one of those fake
Egyptian tombs with a bunch of randomly painted hieroglyphics that
were meant to seem like a prophecy of doom to all who enter, but
really read, "Quiet please, recording in progress, lavatories to
your left, and stairways ahead and back."

Nice imagery. :)

The girl giggled to herself and shook her head. She got back
up and ran confidently forward, ignoring the other traps that missed
her on the way, which included swinging rubber chickens, a grey hair
dye bomb, several buckets of water, and a couple of flaming bags of
doggy-doo.

Those traps did seem rather... lame.

Finally, she hit a tile that felt different from the others.
This one also included side panels that slid away, but had a low
rumbling along with it and included, for no extra pay, a general
sense of doom.

V sidestepped a flurry of obviously poisoned darts, jumped
over a large ballista arrow, and somersaulted forward just in time
to keep from being crushed by a multi-ton slab of rock that, up until
a few moments ago, had been the ceiling.

Now that's better

The red glow appeared once more. V barely had the chance to
jump and snatch her boomerang before the lasers went off. Again,
they seemed aimed at her heart, but due to her movements, it caught
her in the calf instead.

They are putting up a good fight.

However, there were a few odd details that they could not
quite figure out. The lack of blood, for example. By all accounts,
she should have been lying in a pool of it by now. Instead, only
a very slight drip of a glowing, light-blue fluid seeped out of her
wounds. Moreover, the light tan color returned to her skin.

I knew it.

">

Not caring, for once in her life, how she looked or how she
sounded, the second-generation Knight in Shining Armor hacked into
the cyborg with a flurry of powerful slashes. Sparks flew while the
armor gave way. She wielded the large sword as if it weighed nothing.

Neutron is toast. Proton should really have retrieved the head.

"GWAAAH!" S cried, clutching at her forehad.

forehead

S looked around frantically, fighting to recall something--
ANYTHING that could work. She shifted into her plantlike outfit
and attempted to use her acquired powers on V, but it was of no
use. "It doesn't work! It only heals _me_."

Oops.

"I lost two henchmen," Morva whispered while she grasped one
of the spheres and prepared to teleport back to the Dark Agency
headquarters, "but more than enough energy to make up for them. And
next time, I'll be ready for that new girl."

I somehow doubt she can ever be that ready.

Katrina was flanked by about a dozen other men and women that
were dressed almost alike, and also carried large plexiglass riot
shields.

The roar of a helicoptor's engine from the roof informed Morva
as to how the group had arrived. Why they were called Motor Boat
Police and had as many resources as they did were a mystery to the
prospective youma leader.

So they're somewhat more useful than the AD Police in BGC, eh? :)

Realizing the unique problems of keeping a secret identity in
any kind of detective work, Katrina obtained permission to take the
girls home. She learned their addresses, but in return, she gave
them hers.

"Tomorrow's my day off," Katrina explained. "If you like, you
two could come by and knock me up in the morning."

They would need some Nannichuan for that to work. :)

"When in doubt, go with the traditional look. It's always better
to have something timeless than to go after the wrong fad."

True.

(Ending credits, to the music of "Fly me to the 'Shroom," sung by
Mister R.B. Fish, in a cockney accent, while his seal-like silhouette
rotates over a pool of rippling swamp water.)

Sigh. Still Eva influences young minds, corrupting them onto such dark
paths. :)

A: Yes! Of course!!!
B: Nah, let 'em get beat this time.

Nah, wouldn't be proper.

3. Want some WAFF beforehand?

Maybe some lemons scenes with the two of them. That would qualify as WAFF,
yes?

Nice work. Good fight with the two of them almost getting killed, though I'd
be wary of letting SS surviving such massive injuried again. It kills some
of the tension if she can survive such things so (realitvely) easily. Aside
from that, was a great read.

D.B. Sommer

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