Author's Note: Wow... been a while since I last uploaded something. They changed things on me!Anyways... here we are with a new story. Forgive me if any of the characters seem OoC, as this was my first foray into both Stargate and Sailor Moon. The Sailor Moon timeline has been shifted forward to accommodate the SG-1 timeline, which was the easy part. Anyways... as always any advice for future projects is more than welcome, and flames will be given to Mars for fire reading. Or... making S'mores...

And now... ALEX! DISCLAIMER!

Alex: Dang it... and I was enjoying the vacation. Rattler20200 owns nothing except for the plot of this story and OCs.

Thank you Alex. And now...

CUE STARGATE OVERTURE! Or SG-1 theme. Your choice! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Rookie

She ran. Even though she knew it was only a matter of time, she ran. Her plan was reckless, but she hoped it would buy time for the Kingdom's defenses to prepare for the coming onslaught. Ducking around a corner, she evaded another patrol. She had already managed to board and destroy four enemy warships. Now she was on the enemy flagship, and they were closing the noose. Gritting her teeth, she barreled into a group of demons, bowling them over. Before they could react, the young woman destroyed them. A blast of dark energy slammed into the bulkhead, causing her to take cover. It was the evil Queen herself, and she looked pissed.

"You must be a suicidal Scout to think you can challenge me alone," the Queen taunted.

"Yea… well… I seem to be causing a lot of damage on the way," she shot back.

The Queen launched another attack, and she retaliated with an energy blast. Suddenly… she felt a sharp pain in her back…

Lt. Krystal Jade woke up, gasping for breath.

"This will be a standard recon," General Landry said, addressing those assembled in the Conference Room. SG-3 was to check out a planet designated P2C-223. But why the members of SG-1 were present barely registered with the young lieutenant. Col. Reynolds nodded as the briefing came to a close, but hesitated when they weren't dismissed to prepare for the upcoming mission.

"There is one more matter to discuss," Landry said with a smile. He turned his attention to the youngest member of SG-3, who was currently spacing out. She was thinking about the strange dream she had. Ever since coming back from P7V-426, she'd been having dreams like that one. It made no sense to her at all. It took her a minute to realize someone was trying to get her attention. The young red head blinked, and looked around. Her gaze finally settled on her CO.

"Nice of you to come back down to Earth Jade," Reynolds said with a lopsided grin.

"Sorry sir," she replied, shrinking down into her seat.

"As I was saying, Lt. Jade, you will not be joining SG-3 on this one," the General said. Krystal cringed, having a feeling she did something wrong and was pretty much grounded. What came next caused her to do a double take.

"Wait… what?"

"You've been reassigned lieutenant," General Landry said. "You will be joining SG-1 on their mission to P9F-141."

Krystal couldn't believe it. She was just getting settled in with SG-3, and now she's been assigned to the flagship team of the SGC. Across from her, Colonel Cameron Mitchell had a knowing grin on his face. Dr. Daniel Jackson was busy looking over some papers, most likely involving whatever the MALP found on 141. Teal'c, the resident Jaffa of SG-1, had an unreadable expression on his face. Vala Mal Doran was absent from the briefing. Krystal remembered that Vala was off world, apparently visiting relatives for a while. At least… that's what Vala said. Most likely, she was trying to scam someone out of something valuable without the SGC looking over her shoulder. General Landry said that SG-1 wouldn't be leaving for a couple days to give her time to get to know her new team. It wasn't long before they were dismissed. Looking at her watch, Krystal decided to head down to the mess hall for some lunch.

Today's lunch special was one of Krystal's favorites, nachos. But instead of just tearing into her food, Krystal just stared off into space, occasionally putting some food into her mouth. She was again thinking about the strange dreams. One in particular involving a girl about her age with short blue hair. She could still remember what happened in that one, trying to convince the blunette to take a break from whatever project she was working on. Whoever the woman was, Krystal felt like she was a friend. But she just didn't know who she was.

"This seat taken?"

Krystal blinked. There, standing at her table with a tray, was Dr. Jackson.

"No," she replied. "Pull up a chair."

"I bet you're surprised to be with SG-1 now," the archeologist said, taking a seat. He had a sandwich and a bottle of water on his tray. Krystal shrugged. She actually was surprised. Daniel explained that it was actually Col. Reynolds who recommended her for a position with SG-1. Apparently, during her short time with the team, she impressed everyone. Speaking of everyone… Col. Mitchell and Teal'c walked up with trays. Before either of them could ask, Krystal motioned for them to sit down. Mitchell noticed that the young woman seemed distracted by something.

"Something on your mind lieutenant?" he asked.

"Its nothing," Krystal insisted, taking a bite of her nachos. Mitchell and Teal'c seemed unconvinced, but didn't push her.

She looked over the unconscious forms of her captives. Seven of the vaunted Sailor Scouts were now her prisoners, including their leader. But the fact that two of them managed to escape grated on her. Unlike her predecessor, Alti was far more patient. Instead of sending forces to Earth to attack the planet, she gathered intelligence and plotted. Just like in a game of Chess, she maneuvered until she was in a position to strike. Trying to overpower the Scouts on their home turf was a recipe for disaster. Beryl proved that. Instead, Alti set a trap for the defenders of Earth. But still… there were two that managed to escape her grasp: the ones called Mercury and Pluto. Alti looked down at the sleeping form of the Moon Princess, and gave an evil smile. She'd bide her time.

The next couple days flew by pretty fast. Again, Krystal's dreams seemed to center around people and places that somehow felt familiar.

Rushing through the corridors of the SGC, the young lieutenant made her way to the Gate Room. She was running late for her first mission with SG-1. Decked out in standard issue SG gear and carrying her usual M-4 rifle, Krystal brushed passed an Airman, and into the large chamber that housed the most important object on Earth, the Stargate. The rest of SG-1 was already assembled. Col. Mitchell looked over at her and smiled.

"Took the scenic route lieutenant?"

"Won't happen again sir," Krystal replied, taking a position next to Dr. Jackson. Mitchell just shrugged as he adjusted his grip on his P-90. The inner ring on the gate started spinning. The dialing sequence had begun. Just like with all the other missions she took part in, Krystal couldn't help but feel excited. There was always something new to see on the other side of the Gate. Five chevrons had been activated when Mitchell held out something to her. Krystal took the object, and found that it was an SG-1 patch. Looking at her shoulder, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. An SG-3 patch was still on her jacket.

"Don't worry about it right now lieutenant," Mitchell said as the sixth chevron lit up. "You can swap out patches when we get back."

The Stargate continued to spin until the distinctive symbol of a pyramid with a circle representing a sun above it settled into place at the top of the ring, and the seventh chevron locked into place. A rush of energy flooded into the center of the gate and whooshed out towards the team before collapsing back on itself and forming what looked like a shimmering pool of water. Krystal pocketed her new patch, and double-checked her weapon.

"SG-1, you have a go."

Mitchell waved at the General, who was in the control room before leading his team up the ramp towards the active gate. Without hesitation, Mitchell stepped through the threshold, followed by Teal'c and Dr. Jackson. Krystal stopped just before the Event Horizon and looked back at the Control Room. After a moment, she turned back towards the gate. Remembering her training, she exhaled before stepping through.

The physics behind the Stargate pretty much say that once you step in, you are instantly broken down into your base molecules, transmitted via wormhole to the corresponding gate, and put back together on the other side. The traveler doesn't experience this, and pretty much only steps from one location to another. Krystal always felt that time seemed to slow down for her, and she could see herself traveling along a Stargate generated roller coaster across the Galaxy. But that was just her. Coming out on the other side, Krystal immediately inhaled out of reflex. As soon as she was clear of the gate, it shut down. So far… P9F-141 was looking like just about any other planet with a Stargate on it. This particular planet was reminding her of her home state of Washington. A cool breeze blew by, carrying the faint scent of saltwater on it. With a smile, Krystal moved to catch up with the rest of the team.

"Nice place," Mitchell said, putting on a pair of sunglasses.

"Yea…" Krystal replied, pulling her hat off. "Reminds me of home."

"Where you from?" Mitchell asked, turning to face her.

"Tacoma," she said as she passed her new CO. Teal'c just raised an eyebrow before following their new team member. They made their way up a hill, and stopped when they saw what was on the other side.

"Well…" Mitchell said, pulling his sunglasses off. "I think we found the Galaxy's junkyard…"

"Indeed," Teal'c agreed with him. What appeared to be the wreckage of many ships littered the plains spread out before them. Most of the wrecks were recognizable as old Goa'uld ships, but a few were unlike anything they'd ever come across. Mitchell declared that they should check out a few, and started heading down the hill. Checking over her rifle again, Krystal soon followed. The closest of the ships was giving her a feeling of de ja vu. Making a beeline for it, Krystal couldn't help but feel a sense of loss as she looked at it. The craft was about the size of a Goa'uld cargoship, but sleeker and not as tall. Teal'c noted that it appeared relatively intact. All of this was lost on Krystal as she approached a hatch on the side.

"Lieutenant! You find something?" Mitchell called out, noticing her attention was elsewhere. She didn't respond. It was as though she was somewhere else entirely. Her hand slid across the side as if she was looking for something. Her probing fingers found an indentation, and pressed on it. A panel next to the hatch slid open. Before she could reach for the newly revealed access panel, a hand came down on her shoulder. Krystal jumped in surprise, discovering Col. Mitchell behind her.

"Easy lieutenant," he said, examining her handiwork. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you knew exactly how to open this thing up."

"I…" she stuttered, unsure what just happened. "I… have absolutely no idea what I just did."

"Lunar Runner…" Daniel said absently, looking at the faded markings on the side.

"Gesundheit?" Krystal said.

"The name of this ship," Daniel pointed out. "It looks like a variation of Ancient. If I translated it correctly, it says Lunar Runner."

Mitchell was poking at the now exposed panel, and managed to open the hatch. Krystal pulled out a scanner and poked her head through the open hatch. Having the ATA gene, she was able to use Ancient technology, and actually carried one of the Life Signs Detectors that were discovered in Atlantis. She had actually stumbled across other settings on the device, and was now using it to scan for energy readings. The scanner was indicating that there was still an active power source inside.

"I'm gonna have to get me one of those," Mitchell said, noticing the scanner in Krystal's hand.

"Picked mine up from a group that was sent back to Earth from Atlantis for study," she explained. "Comes in handy."

Something about this ship was giving her the creeps. It wasn't because the ship was old or anything, it was because it felt familiar for some reason. Making her way into the cargo bay, Krystal looked around. Her eyes fell upon a small box, and she froze. According to her scanner, it was the source of the energy signature. Finally approaching the box, she was shocked to find what looked like an orange tabby cat. It appeared to be perfectly preserved in a pose that suggested that it went into the box under serious protest. The feint red glow from the box confused her.

"Find anything lieutenant?"

Krystal jumped, then mentally kicked herself. She was having a hard time focusing.

"What the hell's wrong with me?" she asked herself before speaking up. "You'd better take a look at this sir."

Col. Mitchell came in, took one look at the box's occupant, and made a comment about finding Garfield. Slipping her scanner back into its pocket on her flak jacket, Krystal again approached the box. Reaching out, she placed her hand on the top of the box, only to have it phase through the clear material on top. Recoiling as though she had stuck her hand in something hot, she asked Mitchell to touch it. His hand just stopped on top of the material as though it was solid. Steeling herself, she again reached into the box. As soon as her fingers made contact with the body inside, the glow from the box intensified briefly before fading out completely. Again Krystal had recoiled, expecting some sort of failsafe to take her hand off or something. Mitchell leveled his P-90 on the box when an unexpected sound came out of it.

"…ryl's too strong! You can't… huh?"

Both humans blinked in surprise as the tabby cat poked its head over the edge of the box. The cat blinked in confusion as it looked at Mitchell, but then noticed Krystal. The red head's jaw dropped when it opened its mouth, and words came out.

"KAYLA! You're alive!" the female voice of the cat exclaimed as it jumped out, ran over to her, and started rubbing against her leg. "And… what are you wearing?"

"Uh…" was all that Krystal could get out. She was totally flabbergasted at the fact that the cat was talking, period. Her M-4 pretty much held loosely at her side as she tried to wrap her brain around something that seemed impossible. Thankfully, Daniel chose that time to poke his head in to tell them about some discovery.

"Cam! I think the people who built this ship weren't Ancients, but were closely related to them… what's with the cat?"

"The lieutenant made a new friend," Mitchell wisecracked. The cat turned to face Daniel, and pretty much gave him the Stink Eye. Krystal took the opportunity to pull out her scanner again, and run it over the cat. Nothing unusual came up, which confused her even more. She actually shook the device, wondering if it was malfunctioning. There was no way that a talking cat was natural.

"Kayla… who are these people?" the cat asked, making Daniel blink in surprise.

"It talks?" Daniel asked, kneeling down to get a closer look.

"Never seen a Lunarian Cat before?" the cat replied. "And for the record, I'm female. Get your pronouns right."

"Ok… who are you?" Krystal finally asked. "And why do you keep calling me Kayla?"

The cat looked up at Krystal in confusion before answering the second question in a tone that translated to "that's you dumbass". She then identified herself as Xena, again stating that Krystal should have known that. The young red head gave an exasperated sigh, then sat down on the floor to be closer to the feline.

"I'm sorry, but you must have confused me for someone else," she finally said. "My name's not Kayla. It's Krystal."

"What do you mean?" Xena asked. "The only way for that stasis pod to release me would have been for either the failsafe to kick in if power reached a critical level, or if I was awakened by a Sailor Scout. And obviously the power levels for the pod are not critical. And I know of only one red headed Scout, and that's you Kayla. We've been together for years! I recognize you! Granted your hair is a bit shorter and in a different style. But the face is the same."

Krystal gave a pleading look up at Col. Mitchell. She was totally out of her element on this one. Unfortunately, no help would be coming from the former fighter pilot, as he was just as confused as she was.

Several hours and one trip through the Stargate later, Krystal couldn't help but utter the famous words that any little girl would say when they found something cute…

"It followed me home. Can I keep it?"

Setsuna watched as Ami absently tapped at a keyboard. The ambush had done more than take their friends from them, it had been a blow to their confidence. Although being far older than she appeared, Setsuna was able to handle the blow better than the young blunette. Ami, on the other hand, was feeling powerless to do anything now. Everything she tried to find where the others had been taken failed. Miserably. Luna and Artemis both had a concerned look on their feline faces. They knew that unless something happened, the future the Scouts had been fighting towards would never come to pass. They had already defeated Queen Beryl a few years ago, and, as they believed, ended the threat of the Dark Kingdom forever. Apparently… they were wrong.

"I don't know what to do…" Ami sighed.

"Give it time," the green haired woman said, resting a reassuring hand on Ami's shoulder. "I'm certain a solution will present itself."

Ami just shook her head. They were all but beat now. There was no way the two of them could fight off all the Youma alone. And on top of that, defeat whoever was now leading the Dark Kingdom. If there was a silver lining, it was almost impossible to see.

Setsuna looked out the window. She knew there was still a chance. A backup plan Queen Serenity had set up in case something terrible happened. A Reservist Scout. The problem was… where was she? The Guardian of Time closed her eyes, remembering when the pod carrying her body came back. Beryl had hoped to demoralize them by returning a fallen Scout. Although they had not known who she was, the sight of her body had the exact opposite reaction. After the funeral on Acheron, the defenders of the Lunar Kingdom fought with even more ferocity. But she knew. She had been there when the position was created. She had been there when Kayla was chosen. Like the others, Setsuna was certain that Kayla had been reborn. But unlike the others, she wasn't tied to them. When and where she would be reborn was up in the air. Opening her eyes, Setsuna looked back at Ami, and wondered how she'd be if Kayla was around. The two of them had been close friends in the past. Kayla's sudden "disappearance" before the arrival of the "unknown" Scout's body had hurt, but she had known that the possibility of one of them not coming back was there, due to the redhead's status as a Soldier. Again, Setsuna looked out the window.

"Where are you Earth?" she asked under her breath.

BLAM!

"Oh COME ON!"

"Try ducking next time."

Krystal smirked as she lined up on another soon to be unfortunate BLU team member's head. Once again… Not Ducking was proving why her Sniper Rifle had the prefix "Server Clearing". The last few days had been rather quiet. The next few missions for SG-1 had been canceled for some reason, which gave Krystal a chance to brush up on her Team Fortress 2 skills. Xena watched as another Blu, a Sniper, met the same fate as the previous unlucky Demoman. Adding insult to injury, Krystal hit the taunt key, making her Sniper wave. The orange Lunar Tabby didn't know what to make of the game, but was amazed at how well Krystal was performing. Krystal, on the other hand, was enjoying herself on one of her favorite maps, Mann Manor.

"Line 'em up and knock 'em down," she said as she headshot a Blu Heavy.

"One of these days Duck…" one of the Blu's said over voice chat. "I will take you down."

"The day you do will be the day I become a Spy Master," she replied. Unlike Sniper, Pyro, Heavy, and Engineer, Krystal absolutely sucked as the Spy.

"You gotta actually play Spy to get better at it."

"Oh I will… when I stop running into Paranoid Pyros."

Just about everyone on the server burst out laughing. They could relate to that. Krystal was so engrossed with her game that she didn't notice Colonel Mitchell standing in the door. Xena tried to get her attention, only to get brushed off with a comment about after the round. Cam just watched with an amused look as the young redhead continued to dominate the other team, almost feeling sorry for some of the kids on the other side of the Internet. From what he could tell… everyone on that server were familiar with Krystal's skill. Eventually he saw a new name pop up, only to vanish after getting dominated.

"Rage Quit!"

"Another RQ point for me," she replied.

"Having fun?"

Krystal jumped.

"Why do you always sneak up on me sir?" she asked.

Mitchell shrugged, then told her that General Landry wanted them in the Conference Room. With a sigh, Krystal told her online friends that she had to go. After exiting the game, she locked her computer and followed her CO. Mitchell was not saying much, which irritated the young redhead. Then again, maybe he didn't know what was going on either. Krystal didn't pay much attention to the airmen they passed, although seeing Colonel John Sheppard surprised her. Apparently, he was back from Atlantis for a bit. After dealing with the Super Hive, Atlantis had actually landed in San Francisco Bay. It would have only been a matter of time before the city was discovered, even with its cloak, so the decision was made to get Atlantis back to the Pegasus Galaxy. And luckily, the city's Hyperdrive was more then capable of handling the long trip. With the Ancient city now back in Pegasus, operations to counter the Wraith could continue.

They finally made their way to the Conference room, and Krystal blinked. There was a man of Asian descent wearing a suit seated at the table as well. Krystal pegged him as either a politician or a businessman. As soon as SG-1 was seated, General Landry introduced him as the Japanese Ambassador.

"It is an honor to meet the legendary SG-1," the Ambassador said, managing a slight bow even while seated. "Although classified, your exploits are well known to those with security clearance."
"Thank you Mr. Ambassador," Mitchell said diplomatically. Odds are, the Ambassador was more familiar with the exploits of the original members of the team, two of which were still present. Krystal shrank down in her seat, feeling a bit like an outcast.

"The Ambassador has been asked by his government to approach the SGC concerning a… troubling matter," General Landry said, getting the meeting back on track.

"Yes. I apologize General," The Ambassador said before turning to face SG-1. He offered a file to each member, although he was a bit reluctant to hand one of the files to the resident rookie. Krystal didn't hold it against him; she was already feeling out of place thanks to him praising SG-1. She opened the file, and did a double take. There were photos of what appeared to be several young women in miniskirts, apparently in a fight of some sort. Similar looks of confusion crossed the face of Colonel Mitchell. Teal'c just raised an eyebrow. Dr. Jackson looked at the Ambassador after cleaning his glasses. No one spoke. The Ambassador must have decided to wait for SG-1 to say something, while SG-1 decided to wait for an explanation as to why they were looking at pictures of girls in their late teens to early twenties. Finally, Krystal couldn't wait for the shoe to drop, and dropped it herself.

"So… um… what's with the cheerleaders?" she asked. If there was one thing Krystal was known for, it was speaking her mind. Even if it got her into trouble. Daniel actually looked at her like she just hit on a taboo. Mitchell, however, couldn't help but smile. Apparently, he was thinking the same thing. The Ambassador wasn't even fazed by the bluntness of her question.

"They are not cheerleaders… lieutenant," the Ambassador said, finally identifying her rank. "They are, in fact, the greatest Defensive asset Japan has ever had. Granted they are not connected in any way with the Japanese Government or Defense Forces."

"So… what? Superhero Cheerleaders?"

General Landry facepalmed.

"No," the Ambassador replied in a matter of fact tone. "We know them as the Sailor Senshi, but in English, I believe the proper translation is…

"Scouts," Daniel finished. "You're saying these are the Sailor Scouts?"

Krystal recoiled at the revelation. The Ambassador, and General Landry, probably mistook the motion as disbelief or epic confusion, but the term actually struck a cord with her. That, and the things Xena had said back on 141 came back to her. Daniel explained that he knew a little bit about the group from a friend's daughter that he used to take care of a few years before going on the first Stargate mission. Apparently, after coming back, he had been in contact with some girl named Lita, who lived in Tokyo, through E-Mail. The Ambassador decided to continue.

"About a week and a half ago, the Scouts responded to an… incursion. For some time now, the Juuban district has been the target of… extraterrestrial assault. Our forces were… ill equipped to handle the situation. But then these girls appeared, and were able to fight them off. This time, however, I fear that the enemy has somehow gained an advantage. We believe that several Scouts have been… abducted. Our sources have not been able to confirm exactly which Scouts were taken, but we have been unable to locate the ones known as Venus, Mars, or Jupiter."

Krystal was about to ask about the names when Daniel explained that they apparently were supposed to draw their power from the planet they represent, again stating Lita as a reference. Krystal leafed through the file, and found pictures of the mentioned Scouts. Mars was apparently a Pyro, while Jupiter was throwing lightning bolts. Venus… Krystal didn't know what to make of her. It was still a lot to take in, even here at the SGC. As the Ambassador continued to pretty much give the known history of the Scouts to the members of SG-1, Krystal looked at the information about the Scouts. As soon as she came up on the information on Sailor Mercury, Krystal froze. Something about her felt very familiar, like she knew her from somewhere. She absently started twirling a pencil in her hand as she looked at the image of Mercury thrusting her hand out, and what looked like shards of Ice forming as though they were about to fly at an enemy.

Again having drifted off into her own little world, she was unaware that anyone was talking to her until Mitchell elbowed her. Apparently, the Ambassador had noticed her interest in one particular Scout. Brushing it off, Krystal tried to focus on the briefing as it continued. Apparently, this was a formal request from the Japanese Government for help from Stargate Command. Once the Ambassador was finished, General Landry said that SG-1 was to go to Tokyo and start investigating. The Odyssey would be returning soon, so that the team would have access to the Asgard Core if they found anything. The Ambassador added that they would be set up with hotel accommodations as well as any supplies they would require.

"Lieutenant, I believe your presence on the team may also be a bit of an advantage as well," the Ambassador finally said.

"How so?" Krystal asked.

"Physically, the Scouts appear to be in their late teens to early twenties, although Saturn is a bit of a mystery. Perhaps the students at the local High School would feel more comfortable speaking with someone closer to their own age."

"Are you suggesting that I… what? Go undercover or something? We don't even know who the Scouts are."

"True. However, they seem to focus their efforts in the Juuban District. That has lead many to believe that they have some sort of connection with the area, either family or residence."

Krystal leaned back in her chair. She had a feeling that meant checking out the High School. But there was no guarantee that it would reveal anything at all. General Landry finally brought the briefing to a close.

"Pack your bags SG-1. Hope you like Japanese food."