"So is the position inhabitable?" A grainy voice asked out of the deep
expanse of the darkness.
"Yes, and we have already started building." Answered a deep husky one.
Four figures stood at attention:
One, a man, tall and having a broad build, silver hair flowing down his back.
The second was female, green eyes and dirty blond hair tied back in a ponytail.
Next was a male, with mysterious dark blue eyes that spoke of the night sky, deep brown hair gracing his shoulders.
Finally there was a blonde, having short-cropped hair and baby blue eyes, that is if they were not darkened by the underlying shadows of evil.
Actually, the whole area in which they were standing was filled with darkness. It was not the kind of darkness that enters an area in which light does not come. No, this was the darkness that filled everything, that even light could not penetrate. It was cold and icy, and permeated the souls of all present.
"Do you have any news to report, General Malachite?"
"Yes, the Sailor Scouts, it seems, have let themselves become complacent, but it is to be expected. Sailor Moon is almost at the top of her power levels, but it seems her guard are only at a quarter of theirs. This, we are thankful for. We cannot seem to locate the outer guard, but Pluto is still at the Gates of Time."
"General Nephrite, do you have anything to add to that?"
"Yes. The stars divine that destiny is being set into motion. Easily the scales can tip in either favor."
"Good. Finish the base and start making up plans to restore the energy that was lost. I won't have any of that incompetent bumbling like last time. We are skating on thin ice, as the humans like to call it. Thankfully only one of the princess's has recognized their true power. If we are to succeed, they can't get any farther than that or we are doomed, is that understood. None of that petty fighting or I shall put you back where I found you."
"Yes, Queen Metallia." The four figures bowed respectfully and vanished in a rush of energy.
Metallia cackled gleefully. "I'm back, Sailor Scouts! And this time I will not be so easily to get rid of!"
***
The stars shined brightly down upon the third rock from the sun, silently blessing those who inhabited there.
But all was not peaceful and cheery down on the planet many call Earth.
Some of the people there were what many would call aliens. Their spirits having been reborn and then reincarnated into new bodies. They had come from the other eight planets and Earth's satellite.
Among these included eight princesses, heirs to their own respective planets. These princesses definitely were not normal, besides having been born twice; the first of which was over a thousand years ago.
Usually, when you think of a princess, you get the idea of a young lady. Immaculate skin and complexion, waited on hand and foot. Some princesses were not very bright, but most were very graceful. Being full of dignity and poise.
And they usually weren't able to be receptive to magic.
See, the princesses I'm talking of were really fighters. They always were to be raised to protect the heir that brought peace to their part of the galaxy. They are the Sailor Scouts.
A legend that has been passed down from generation to generation, legends come to life.
Each and every planet has it's own natural frequency. Think of it like this: Planet's are like people, they have there own ecosystem and way of life, there own personality. A solar system is like a family, one helping to take care of another, but only one dominant. Every system has its own scouts. They each are in tune with their own planets natural rhythm, which gives them powers over the element closest to the planets own nature. Conversed in the fighting arts, the Scouts are unbeatable warriors having top form and skills.
These same warriors were having an awful night.
It wasn't a new evil that threatened the newly established peace, it wasn't a youma, the creatures that hunted energy like a lion to a lamb, and it wasn't even a criminal.
Nope, the Sailor Scouts, the powerful and undefeated Scouts, the protectors of the weak and the defenders of the small and/or helpless; and the thing that they were struggling with, the only thing that could or might stand in their way, the very essence, was themselves.
Sorta.
They were fighting against the past enemies that their own consciousness was throwing at them.
In other words, they were fighting against their own memories.
Oh, sure they remembered a few good memories of their past; their parent's love, their training days; they even remembered that they had lovers.
That was when the good times ended.
The Generals were their lovers. The same generals they had fought so hard against when they were just so newly familiarizing themselves to their new powers, new responsibilities, and new situations. They were the ones that had driven youma and youma against them. Their undying support for the forces of dark. The same Generals that they had killed. And the same generals that had betrayed them a millennia ago.
They watched their love develop in the Silver Millennium, how the Prince of Earth had been brought to the Moon for peace treaties.
How the Queen had gotten the Princess to be his guide around the palace. And how the four protectors of each royalty hung back in the shadows to make sure nothing untoward happened. Friendship had ensued, first crushes, and how those crushes had blossomed into something even greater, more beautiful then they could comprehend.
Pairing off, the Queen had watched them with happiness, knowing that her duties were almost finished.
But then disaster struck, and the Scouts watched with heavy hearts as the end of the Moon Kingdom came to an end with even more detail then before.
The reincarnations of the past scouts broke out of their nightmares, sobbing with relief, each making sure that no one heard their resulting terror. Only one had comfort that night, in the form of a cat, having just remembered that she used to be the leader of their unit.
And so the scouts went to sleep hoping for a haven, hoping to forget the past and move on to the future.
They should remember that the past never likes to be thrown away. It will come back to haunt them. To 'bite them in the butt' so to speak.
And the princesses of this solar system will learn and grow. But they will also be burned, torn, and tortured before this Saga's end.
They will gain unimaginable power and wisdom. But they will also go through pain unimaginable if they ever wish to survive, the pain of the body, the pain of the mind, but most important, the pain of the heart.
The tale that had began to spun, will fruit and blossom. And so I leave you now with this knowledge, and soon the story will come into light. For now, we let the scouts rest in their peace and security, savoring it for all it's worth.
For soon they will be entering the beast of the belly, and then out of the demon's ass.
"Yes, and we have already started building." Answered a deep husky one.
Four figures stood at attention:
One, a man, tall and having a broad build, silver hair flowing down his back.
The second was female, green eyes and dirty blond hair tied back in a ponytail.
Next was a male, with mysterious dark blue eyes that spoke of the night sky, deep brown hair gracing his shoulders.
Finally there was a blonde, having short-cropped hair and baby blue eyes, that is if they were not darkened by the underlying shadows of evil.
Actually, the whole area in which they were standing was filled with darkness. It was not the kind of darkness that enters an area in which light does not come. No, this was the darkness that filled everything, that even light could not penetrate. It was cold and icy, and permeated the souls of all present.
"Do you have any news to report, General Malachite?"
"Yes, the Sailor Scouts, it seems, have let themselves become complacent, but it is to be expected. Sailor Moon is almost at the top of her power levels, but it seems her guard are only at a quarter of theirs. This, we are thankful for. We cannot seem to locate the outer guard, but Pluto is still at the Gates of Time."
"General Nephrite, do you have anything to add to that?"
"Yes. The stars divine that destiny is being set into motion. Easily the scales can tip in either favor."
"Good. Finish the base and start making up plans to restore the energy that was lost. I won't have any of that incompetent bumbling like last time. We are skating on thin ice, as the humans like to call it. Thankfully only one of the princess's has recognized their true power. If we are to succeed, they can't get any farther than that or we are doomed, is that understood. None of that petty fighting or I shall put you back where I found you."
"Yes, Queen Metallia." The four figures bowed respectfully and vanished in a rush of energy.
Metallia cackled gleefully. "I'm back, Sailor Scouts! And this time I will not be so easily to get rid of!"
***
The stars shined brightly down upon the third rock from the sun, silently blessing those who inhabited there.
But all was not peaceful and cheery down on the planet many call Earth.
Some of the people there were what many would call aliens. Their spirits having been reborn and then reincarnated into new bodies. They had come from the other eight planets and Earth's satellite.
Among these included eight princesses, heirs to their own respective planets. These princesses definitely were not normal, besides having been born twice; the first of which was over a thousand years ago.
Usually, when you think of a princess, you get the idea of a young lady. Immaculate skin and complexion, waited on hand and foot. Some princesses were not very bright, but most were very graceful. Being full of dignity and poise.
And they usually weren't able to be receptive to magic.
See, the princesses I'm talking of were really fighters. They always were to be raised to protect the heir that brought peace to their part of the galaxy. They are the Sailor Scouts.
A legend that has been passed down from generation to generation, legends come to life.
Each and every planet has it's own natural frequency. Think of it like this: Planet's are like people, they have there own ecosystem and way of life, there own personality. A solar system is like a family, one helping to take care of another, but only one dominant. Every system has its own scouts. They each are in tune with their own planets natural rhythm, which gives them powers over the element closest to the planets own nature. Conversed in the fighting arts, the Scouts are unbeatable warriors having top form and skills.
These same warriors were having an awful night.
It wasn't a new evil that threatened the newly established peace, it wasn't a youma, the creatures that hunted energy like a lion to a lamb, and it wasn't even a criminal.
Nope, the Sailor Scouts, the powerful and undefeated Scouts, the protectors of the weak and the defenders of the small and/or helpless; and the thing that they were struggling with, the only thing that could or might stand in their way, the very essence, was themselves.
Sorta.
They were fighting against the past enemies that their own consciousness was throwing at them.
In other words, they were fighting against their own memories.
Oh, sure they remembered a few good memories of their past; their parent's love, their training days; they even remembered that they had lovers.
That was when the good times ended.
The Generals were their lovers. The same generals they had fought so hard against when they were just so newly familiarizing themselves to their new powers, new responsibilities, and new situations. They were the ones that had driven youma and youma against them. Their undying support for the forces of dark. The same Generals that they had killed. And the same generals that had betrayed them a millennia ago.
They watched their love develop in the Silver Millennium, how the Prince of Earth had been brought to the Moon for peace treaties.
How the Queen had gotten the Princess to be his guide around the palace. And how the four protectors of each royalty hung back in the shadows to make sure nothing untoward happened. Friendship had ensued, first crushes, and how those crushes had blossomed into something even greater, more beautiful then they could comprehend.
Pairing off, the Queen had watched them with happiness, knowing that her duties were almost finished.
But then disaster struck, and the Scouts watched with heavy hearts as the end of the Moon Kingdom came to an end with even more detail then before.
The reincarnations of the past scouts broke out of their nightmares, sobbing with relief, each making sure that no one heard their resulting terror. Only one had comfort that night, in the form of a cat, having just remembered that she used to be the leader of their unit.
And so the scouts went to sleep hoping for a haven, hoping to forget the past and move on to the future.
They should remember that the past never likes to be thrown away. It will come back to haunt them. To 'bite them in the butt' so to speak.
And the princesses of this solar system will learn and grow. But they will also be burned, torn, and tortured before this Saga's end.
They will gain unimaginable power and wisdom. But they will also go through pain unimaginable if they ever wish to survive, the pain of the body, the pain of the mind, but most important, the pain of the heart.
The tale that had began to spun, will fruit and blossom. And so I leave you now with this knowledge, and soon the story will come into light. For now, we let the scouts rest in their peace and security, savoring it for all it's worth.
For soon they will be entering the beast of the belly, and then out of the demon's ass.