In the year 2000, they said, We will have flying cars and houses that float. It was imagined like a scene from the Jetsons. Everything would be space age and levitational. Everyone would be happy and kind and smiling. Yet, here it was, the year 2059, and houses still were attached to the ground and people still walked on two legs. Cars even had wheels still, though the levitating car was a new fangled machine that only the rich could afford.

But, this world was very much different from the one people had imagined all those years ago. No, this was not a beautiful machine run planet, but a destitute hole filled with malice and a viciousness matched only by the criminals and beasts that inhabited it. Law enforcement had gone by the way side and anarchy had risen to a supreme height. In fact, order was a dream held by the poets and the musicians as love had once been for them.

This little planet, in it's rush to be the best of the best, had managed to devour all of it's resources into extinction, other methods having to replace what was lost. All things grown upon the earth had long since dropped from the poor man's diet, also reserved for the flying car owners. The population was finding itself harder to maintain as time proceeded. Something had to be done, despite how overwhelming this suicidal tide was. The human race could not be entirely sacrificed.

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The heavy pant of her breath, the pounding of her heartbeat. The only two things she could hear over the slam of her feet against the pavement. Down streets she darted, twisted, tumbled. She couldn't stop, not now, not yet. Almost there, so close. She could see the back of his furious figure. She would catch this one, she couldn't let him get away.

Without a pause in his trek, he spun on her. Extended arm. Flash of metal. Point. Click. She froze, a gun was aimed at her. She lifted her arm, one ebon palm pressed flat as violet and gold shimmered into it's flaming existence. The bullet was lost to the heat she had produced. Closing her long fingers, she found the man was gone. She took a few quick steps, pale violet gaze darting back and forth.

"God dammit!" She hissed, her fists clenching at her sides. She clenched her jaw as she darted off down one street. As she ran, she ignored those she passed. She couldn't stop. It was just one man. How far could he get? Too far, obviously. That made for three this week.

Finally defeated, the small woman made her way back toward her home. As she went, her mind wandered. Rambled, really. She wasn't enough. The world was too overwhelmed. Not just this one, but almost every one of the planets and moons in this entire system. Okay, she didn't know if that was true, as she had only seen such things on the news and in the papers, but she could imagine. As she moved inside, being careful as to not get caught, she slid into the darkness of her apartment.

A quick flick of the lights illuminated the little hole she called home. It wasn't fancy or well kept, but it was comfortable and well furnished. It was all she needed. As she passed the mirror in the front foyer, she couldn't help but frown at her own reflection. The night's adventure had left her rather breathless and frustrated, but in the end, she was still alone no matter how many people she helped.

Fingers reached for the golden symbol on her forehead, a shimmering of light encasing her momentarily as she returned to her every day self. Silvery locks were pulled high upon her head in a curly tail that fell to her waist, icy violet eyes were encased in an ebon fleshed face that led to a similarly colored body toned to suggest her extracurricular activities. But, in this day and age, everyone was either morbidly overweight or physically fit. There was no more in between. You either spent your life eating and lavishing or running.

She sighed, shaking her head. She thought too much. Moving on into the kitchen she reached for the answering machine while on her way to the refrigerator. It clicked and whirred, revealing an image of a woman who resembled her, though older and even smaller. Her mother.

"Nuala, baby, this is your mother. Why haven't you returned my calls? I know you're home. We miss you. Why don't you come back to see your father and I?" The woman folded her arms over her chest. "Too busy out trying to save the world, huh? Well, that's too bad you don't have time for your own family." With that, the image disappeared.

She rolled her eyes. "Please…" She murmured, deleting that message as she came back to the machine, a soda in hand. The next image was of her mother again and she deleted it before the woman opened her mouth to speak. With a sigh, she went back into the living room, plopping down on a overstuffed couch, touching the remote that was installed in the arm of the furniture. The television flickered and buzzed it's way to life, a woman staring directly back at Nuala.

At first, she merely rambled on about the weather and local news. Her finger poised to flip the station when one word caught her immediate attention. Senshi. She hadn't heard that word in years. Now, she chastised herself for not paying attention. Rewind and the woman started all over again with the weather. Finally, she came to what had caught her attention.

"From Jupiter's Metis, there comes a report of a woman dressed similarly to a group of vigilante freedom fighters known as the Sailor Senshi, who protected our planet from supposed evil enemies in the late 1900's and into the 2000's. Unfortunately, this woman is far from any sort of freedom fighter but…" And on she droned. Nuala had switched her off some seconds later.

"She was only dressed…" Nuala murmured aloud. "Maybe she's…" She looked from the television to the calendar and back again. "Only one way to find out." With that, she leapt from the couch, her mind running on a single track. Find this woman.

It was a long three days later that Nuala was stepping out of the shuttle from Earth's Moon to Jupiter's Metis. She was far from surprised when she finally came out into the city. It was much like her hometown. Impoverished and filthy. With a sigh, she went on, managing a cab to her hotel without incident. She was glad to find a television in her room. Now, all she had to do was find out where this woman could be found.

But, how to find her? She was currently attempting to avoid any sort of location as it appeared she was a rather quick criminal. It occurred to Nuala that the only way to find this woman was to just stake the city out, especially sometime between 9 pm and midnight. It was always about the time that she struck. With a sigh, Nuala left her room, making quite sure it was locked before getting lost in the city for the night…