Standard Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, or the beloved cast of characters who originally starred in Naoko Takeuchi's manga and the classic 90s anime. However, the original characters featured in my story - including Logan, Stephanie, and Alyssa - are mine. If you'd like to feature any of my OCs in my work, you're welcome to ask - just please don't use them without my permission!

A/N: I'm back! Thank for checking out the sequel to Sailor Moon: Shadow of Silver Millennium! Needless to say, if you haven't finished the first story, MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!

Still reading? ;) If you haven't read the first story at all, I do recommend reading SoSM first: it introduces most of the original characters you'll read featured in this story. I do want this story to be accessible to new readers though, and the beginning chapters will play out through the eyes of a new character so it'll be my chance to get you up to speed.

Last but not least, for those who read SoSM: welcome back! Your comments and support over the 15 months it took me to finish SoSM made this sequel possible! The first chapter may look familiar: I touched up the epilogue and preview from SoSM a bit so it will flow better, and combined them into one chapter.

Enough introduction! Without further adieu...our next adventure begins!

Chapter 1: The Shadows in Hiding

Stephanie

I almost hurled when I dropped onto the purple crystalline floor of the former Sailor Scout Castle orbiting Pluto's moon. Our cell master had shown me how to teleport, but it was for short-range maneuvers, like dodging or striking weak points...and even that got disorienting. Only by following Alyssa, aided by a large dark shard monolith, was I able to follow her to this place. Alyssa had to know someone came after her...but had to find out if the rumors about the First Spymaster's identity were true...

A grim blend of admiration and dread filled me when I saw our former Spymaster's stronghold for myself. His cell must have been strong - or cunning - to take it under the nose of a Sailor Scout. They were supposed to be the toughest and strongest of us...how could the Sailor Scouts wipe them out after half a week?

There HAD been a massive battle here...could THIS have been the Sailor Scouts' doing? Massive cracks ran through the walls, the ceilings and the floors. The emptiness of space was my only companion inside the barren fortress. I knew I couldn't stay here too long: Alyssa catching me was the last thing I'd have to worry about if the Sailor Scouts came back to finish the job, or if the Guardian who once protected this place awoke. I dusted off my dark blue Shadow robes, pulled the curly brown hair under my hood, and carried on in search of my own objective.

Tithon - the second and our most recent Spymaster - once called this base home. I heard some 'true' Shadows, as they called the graduates, claim they remembered their 'past lives' from a thousand years in the past. They said they were Shadows back when we served the Moon Kingdom. Of course, that was before Queen Serenity killed the First Spymaster in cold blood...though I still wasn't sure if I believed THAT part. The Shadows told me that the Sailor Scouts lived in ancient times too...they were the Princesses of their time. I hadn't paid too much attention to the Sailor Scouts growing up: I was too busy being Ms. Popular: the honors student, the nationally-ranked cheerleader, the girl everyone wanted to be 'friends' with. Only after my mother died, did I realize how alone I truly was...and Alyssa implored me to join them in their cause to preserve freedom for future generations. They told me the Sailor Scouts were liars: their true scheme was imposing a global monarchy ruled by Sailor Moon herself...yet for all their rhetoric, we weren't aiming to destroy the Sailor Scouts...I doubted we even wanted to stop them from taking over Earth. Seeing the destruction they caused first-hand made either seem like a futile endeavor. I was terrified of running into them now, a lone Shadow novice with mere weeks of training under my belt against seasoned veterans.

Alyssa had always warned me never to hide in any one place for too long. She taught me that nowhere was safe forever, that Tithon lived by the point complacency was the death of the Moon Kingdom, not 'Queen Beryl' or whatever supernatural jargon they spoke of...but that we had to avoid becoming complacent ourselves. Tithon making his final stand here went against everything Alyssa taught me about him. But she also told me this place held special significance to him. It was named after the First Spymaster. Charon.

And there, in the crumbling remnants of the training hall where Tithon himself welcomed his own initiates, I found my reason for being here. My caution and dread flew to the wind when I set eyes on the deteriorating statue. Coming here was a vigil for all Shadow graduates, a reminder of the past we sought to prevent. Charon...the First Spymaster...being struck down by the woman he once looked to as a mother. "The witch who deceived the entire universe," I repeated to myself. That was who we were taught Queen Serenity was...and Sailor Moon would deceive Earth into calling her our savior.

Charon's arms may have stretched towards the sky at one point, but they had fallen off crumbling to the side. Besides a few cracks, the figure of Queen Serenity gloating over his defeat looked largely intact. I just hoped that wasn't an omen.

"They say you betrayed us too...Charon. They say you were reborn, and you're helping our bitter enemies wipe us out." I felt awkward calling HIM by name...and not just because the others stopped him the First Spymaster. The Shadows also said Charon had been reborn on Earth in the 21st century...as my best friend...

With the upper floor badly disintegrated, I tried to get a footing on Queen Serenity's statue thinking. I thought to climb up, but I was still a bit nauseated after the trip here, and my climbing technique was still rusty. As if I thought the statue would answer me back...that SOMEWHERE Logan would hear me...

"What I can't believe is who they're saying you are in the present. I had to see for myself...if it would be your face on the statue. My best friend...my ONLY friend growing up."Logan...please don't let it be you...

I clawed my way to the top of Queen Serenity's statue, just across from Charon's face...but my eyelids held themselves shut as if I were a child petrified of the dark. Come on, Steph! Even if you really believed the Sailor Scouts and half the Shadows were reborn a thousand years in the future, there's no way LOGAN was Charon reincarnated! Open your eyes and prove to yourself it's not him...

When I faced my fear and forced my eyes open, a badly-worn face greeted me. I squinted for a closer look just when I heard the near-silent wisp of a Shadow teleporting over my head. It was a noise I would have easily missed if I hadn't been trained to listen for it. But my reflexes weren't as sharp: my attacker threw me off the tower. I fell on my back, lying atop the scattered mementos dedicated to Charon at the base of the statue. Another Shadow who dropped from the statue, arms extended by her side as she fell, landing gracefully to her feet as someone who had launched ambushes like this a million times. I briefly feared I'd see her wearing the gray robes of the Spymaster's cell - they'd pick a fight with ANYONE, even Shadows from other cells - but I was briefly comforted by the dark blue robes of Alyssa's cell. My brief sense of ease quickly waned when I noticed a rogue strand of silver hair creeping out from the hood that masked her face, and her own identifying insignias: the faded crescent moons viciously ripped off her uniforms as the sole reminder of our former allegiance to the Moon Kingdom. It wasn't anyone else...

"ALYSSA! It's me!" I called to her. My arms were taut by her side in a fighting stance...for a brief instant, I feared she'd actually strike me in retaliation for following her. But it was another warning; Alyssa backed down.

"You followed me through the long-range portal, Svetlana?!" Only my mother and nana ever used it...my mother rarely raised her voice at me, she only need say my hated birth name to show anger or disappointment. A trait Alyssa picked up on. Alyssa tactlessly kicked aside a bracelet one Shadow had left to Charon's memory before the embroidered decoration on my leather vest caught her eye. Like a disgusted child about to cry 'eww', she pointed and gawked at it. "What is that cat face doing there?!"

Of all the things to go off on me about! "She's a kitty! I could never get one because both my mom and my nana were allergic." I realized that I sounded just as childish with my pouty answer, so I straightened my back like the professional I was supposed to be. "You said we could decorate our robes after the first two weeks of training!"

"We don't DECORATE our robes. We're not in preschool," Alyssa snapped. "And you shouldn't need me to tell you cats are a BIG no-no!"

"She's not a Guardian Cat!" Again, my posturing left me as I pointed down to the kitty's smiling face. "See? No crescent moon on her forehead! And she's smiling, not chowing down on orphans or setting villages on fire!"

Alyssa raised an eyebrow. "Hold on...I didn't tell you Guardian Cats ate kids or burned down houses, did I? They're normal-sized cats."

"No, but you may as well have," I joked. "You get pretty fired up when you start talking about the big bad Sailor Scouts with the insidious talking cats steering them towards global domination."

"The Sailor Scouts aren't boogeymen from a book of fables, Svetlana!" she snapped back. Again, with that name... "We watched the Sailor Scouts for six years, and they swatted our best out of the air like flies in DAYS! Who else do you think is responsible for the team I sent here going dark?! I came here myself so I wouldn't lose anyone else!"

"Alyssa...I didn't mean it like that, OK? I don't take the Scouts lightly," I said apologetically. "Everyone back home said the Sailor Scouts were practically invincible. You pretty much confirmed it and then you go off on your own while telling the rest of us to hide in the dirt!"

"For all the flak I give Tithon, he was a damn good teacher. I can myself...and unlike some of the meatheads from his cell, I know how to stay true to our namesake. YOU do not. But that's only half the reason you're here, isn't it?" Alyssa sighed. "You're here for Logan."

My eyes widened. I'd never mentioned Logan to her. "How did you - "

"Because he's the reason I sought you out in the first place," Alyssa admitted. She never told me...maybe I was naive to think she would have...but she cared about us, and wanted Earth to have SOME semblance of freedom if the Scouts took over. I never doubted that. "At first, I was just after information...but I thought you might actually have some talent, so I recruited her."

"The last time I saw Logan was my mother's funeral, seven years ago," I sadly reminded her. I looked to my boots, only to be reminded of mom's memorial stand at home: the letters, charms, and trinkets all scattered on the ground by the devastation that shook his namesake. It was so long since I last visited you, ma...you and nana. Who knew where Martina or all the so-called friends I abandoned Logan for went? I still thought maybe they cared enough to visit her and I just wasn't there at the time...but in my heart I knew it wasn't true. Logan was the only person I had left from the early years of my life...

"I know, I...wasn't planning on asking you," Alyssa admitted after an awkward silence. I was still getting used to the fact we were supposed to be spies.

"But how did Logan get in touch with the SAILOR SCOUTS?" I asked.

"Because I sent him their way." Alyssa shuddered when she mentioned that. "Tithon wanted everything compartmentalized. His cell was the most important, the rest of us existed to support his operation in Tokyo. Even I didn't monitor the Scouts directly; he sent us reports every once in a while. When I found your friend, I realized he was the First Spymaster reborn. I didn't tell Logan anything about his past or who we were. Tithon's order was to make sure he got on a plane to Tokyo and he'd take care of the rest. At first I didn't tell you about Logan because I didn't want you to think I took you on as some charity case. Then word started getting around who our turncoat might be and...I had to find out for myself. Should have guessed you'd have the same idea."

"Look," I pleaded with Alyssa, "it's true: I haven't spoken to Logan in years. But he doesn't have a mean bone in his body. He's not a murderer, Alyssa."

Alyssa shook her head. "I felt bad for him when I found him. Seemed like a nice enough guy, maybe too virtuous for his own good though. Guys like him have a tough time making friends, Steph. If Sailor Moon herself's good at one thing besides convincing Earth she's a goodie-too-shoes like her mom, it's honing in on that sort of weakness. He was desperate to fit in SOMEWHERE, and she scooped him up."

If Alyssa was right...then all this was MY fault. I ruined whatever chance he had of making friends in that awful grade school when I accused HIM of sexually harassing me...all because Martina and the others wanted me to do it. I hoped going to another high school was the fresh start he needed. I convinced myself he'd find the crowd he deserved eventually, and he would be happier without me. Logan...if I had known, I never would have sent you away at mom's funeral, when you came to comfort me.

"Steph!" Alyssa snapped me out of my trance. "You can't afford to space out like that on mission. We've just been standing in the middle of the room like a pair of novices far too long. This Castle looks deserted, but the magic that suppressed the guardian here is wearing thin. And with the defenses breached, who knows if any other visitors will come?"

Alyssa went off to the side, rubbing her hand against the wall as if she were looking for a secret passage. Meanwhile, I looked around to the base of the statue and saw that part of the wall had been haphazardly kicked in. "Alyssa?"

"I noticed," Alyssa replied. "The Sailor Stooges must have gotten in a tight spot and kicked it open. Ah - here it is." The steady hum of dark magic betrayed the fiery pulse enveloping Alyssa's hand. The wall slid open upon the Cell Master's touch, revealing a secret passageway.

Despite the eerie calm of Charon Castle, my trainer's lesson stuck in my head...stick to one side and let darkness cover you where possible. I couldn't help gasping out loud when we emerged from Alyssa's secret passage: the first thing I noticed was a massive hole in the roof in the shape of a dragon, giving way to the deceptive beauty of cold, unforgiving space.

"Relax. It's magically sealed," assured Alyssa. Upon squinting, I did notice the faint, radiant purple barrier that kept us from one of the horrific fates I'd seen in one-too-many space movies. Pieces of dust danced to the cracked floor from the shattered ceiling like a gentle flurry of snow back home, only to be shaken by the thud of Alyssa's fist pounding one of the artifact stands. "That answers what happened to the others, though! YOU SON OF A BITCH, CHARON!"

"Alyssa!" Something about her slandering my friend, even after so long, still struck a cord with me. "How do you even know this was him?"

Seething anger that could have matched the dragon's face stretched Alyssa's face taut. "He had a transformation pendant, just like Tithon. Very rare magic from old Earth." Logan turning into a real dragon? I could only hope we were still friends if he had THAT sort of power. With another deep breath, she pointed to one of the shattered display cases lying under an ancient and battered suit of silver armor. "See there? Scorch marks. Electricity. My guess would be Sailor Jupiter. The Scouts never could have done this without his help. Damnit...Maria said her nephew's birthday was next week. Now I've gotta figure out how to explain she's gone..."

"Alyssa, this is my fault." She did a full 180 degree turn in my direction when I confessed. "He was my friend, but I treated him like dirt and abandoned him because...because I was more scared of losing my mom, and being alone - "

"Steph." Alyssa calmly raised her hand to stop me from babbling. "I knew about the sexual harassment charge too. Yeah, it was a nasty mark on his school record, but blaming yourself for what he did here is just silly. For what it's worth...he didn't seem to hold it against you, either."

Hearing that Logan didn't hold it against me WAS somewhat comforting...even if I couldn't be sure whether Alyssa was telling the truth or just saying it...but that wasn't enough. "If Logan knew what we knew about Sailor Moon taking over Earth - that people actually rebelled against her - there's no way he would keep helping them!"

Alyssa sighed. "Maybe you'll get your chance. But this is about more than him. This is bigger than you, or me...maybe even more than the cell I'm bending over backwards to save. Even if you bring Logan back, he has a lot to answer for. Now enough chit-chat: come on."

Alyssa motioned for me to stay close as I wandered through the devastated artifact room. It could have been a true Castle once: there were golden cups, silver suits of armor, assortments of weapons, chalices, and rods...all strewn across the cracked floor. How I would have loved to see Charon Castle before the Sailor Scouts destroyed it...ironic as that may sound. Lying on the floor, out of place with the others, was a cracked mirror. I could have sworn I saw a pair of glowing red eyes through one of the shards...but the echoes quickly faded and dissipated.

"Thank god that mirror's cracked," said Alyssa. Before I could ask what she meant, she waved a hand, and a dark portal - almost like a magic storage container - revealed itself with the transparent images of royal scepters and jewels inside. "They accomplished part of their mission though. They found a few Moon Kingdom trinkets worth keeping."

"So no survivors," I sighed. "What else are we looking for? You said, and I quote, 'their enemies conveniently disintegrate'."

Alyssa raised the leather gauntlet covering her forearm. "I could scan this whole room in one go...but now's a chance for you to practice your old-fashioned sleuthing. I'll look through what my team stored and see what we should bring back. Look for anything else of interest."

"Anything out of place in a room full of thousand-year old artifacts from the Moon? Sure," I scoffed to myself. There were whispers alongside the artifacts stolen - LIBERATED from the old Moon Kingdom, there were items from the Scouts' future Kingdom. Proof of their future tyranny. And one that was completely out-of-place with any of them.

"ALYSSA!" I called to her when I found an orange piece of canvas, tattered and badly worn. They were strewn across the ground, along with metal fragments...then I found metal bars torn asunder. Lying against the wall, buried under a former stand, was the littered wreckage of a mechanical engine and a metal skeleton covered in more orange canvas...with a heart pattern sketched into it.

"There are more pieces in the hallway," Alyssa pointed down the corner of the room, with another trail of debris taunting us through a dark corridor. I followed it inside while Alyssa, using the device hidden under her gauntlet, quietly scanned it. The trail was once again reduced to metal fragments and ripped canvas patches...but standing before me were the shattered remains of a dark crystal monoliths. I shuddered at the thought that - magically hidden away - shards like that punctured my own skin, just like Alyssa and all the Shadows.

"It does look like something the Scouts cooked up." Alyssa joined me, typing away on her prototype sensor computer. "Bright colors, heart decoration...think I'm gonna puke."

"Sounds kinda cute," I glowed.

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Figured you would. I would've pegged you for another Scout if I didn't know better."

Now it was MY turn to roll my eyes. "But what do you think it was, exactly? I don't suppose you have room in your magical pocket to bring all this with us."

"Don't call it a magical pocket." Alyssa shook her head. "Either the Scouts used it as some kind of missile, or the others stopped them from fully deploying it. The Scouts making weapons would be a new one. Luckily I have someone who might be able to give us more detail. Think of him as an independent contractor...he's not a Shadow so keep details light. Oh, and uh, take off your hood."

I dropped my hood like she asked and heard a ringtone coming from Alyssa's computer as if she were calling him on her phone. And another tone. Followed by another..."Oh for the love of..." After several rings, Alyssa flicked a switch and the holographic image of a figure with his back turned towards us appeared. Although his hunched shoulders were covered in darkness, I could see beakers filled with different colored fluids on opposite sides, and the illumination of a screen in front of him. He was in some sort of lab...

"Ah, my egg..." The strange man resumed rubbing his face against the object in his hands, coddling it like one of his children. "My precious, precious Easter egg! In mere months, I will unravel you and find out what sweet treat awaits me inside!"

"Doctor," Alyssa called into the communicator, thinly hiding the annoyance in her tone.

"Oh who am I kidding?" The mad doctor's tone abruptly switched and he threw the egg at the wall, going splat noise upon impact. "It's just not the same."

"DOCTOR TOMOE!" Alyssa shouted into into her wrist.

Doctor Tomoe abruptly spun around to face the camera in his lab. I could see he wore a white lab coat, but his face remained shrouded in darkness and his eyes were represented by illuminated white circles. "Alyssa! Sorry I was...er...how are you?"

"Missing your pods, Doc?" Alyssa snickered.

"N-no, I don't miss those horrible, disgusting heart-snatching monstrosities...even if they were MINE." Doctor Tomoe sighed. "I don't miss those days wrecking terror upon the world."

"Why are his eyes lit up like that?" I whispered to Alyssa. They were creeping me out...along with the way this conversation was going.

"The...lighting in his office, I guess," sighed Alyssa. She raised an open palm pointed towards me. "This is Stephanie."

"Ah! Alyssa's latest trainee!" Tomoe bowed. "I've been working with her for just over three years now. I suppose you'll be my next challenger?"

"Challenger?" I asked.

"You'll see." Alyssa was smirking. Never a good sign...she had some sadistic test in store for me, with the strange doctor involved no less.
"Doctor, could you log into my database and look at some scans I took? We're short on time and trying to figure out if this design has any...unintended uses."

Doctor Tomoe's hand reached to the side of his head, as if he were fiddling with a pair of glasses. "Ah...you know genetics are my area of expertise, but I suppose another pair of eyes wouldn't hurt. I'll connect to your database."

Alyssa tapped me on the shoulder, lay down on the floor with her hands beneath her head, and crossed her legs. "Wake me up when he connects."

With the holographic image of Doctor Tomoe's lab still visible, he turned his back to the webcam and sat in front of his computer screen. ThenI heard the sound of a dial tone...followed by the sound of dialing numbers in a touch tone phone. Then the beeps, hissing and crackling of a 56k modem connecting to the internet...

"Doctor Tomoe? Are you using dial-up?!" I asked in measured disbelief.

Tomoe swiveled around to face the webcam from his chair. Again, with the illuminated eyes and bright red lips while the rest of him's shrouded in darkness..."Why, yes Stephanie. What you're hearing is the sound of a modem connecting to - "

"I know, Professor." I whispered towards Alyssa: "Is he stuck in a time warp?"

"That webcam I put there is the only thing in his lab made after 1995," snickered Alyssa with closed eyes. "It's like a museum in there!"

"Isn't dial-up kinda...slow, given your line of work?" I asked Doctor Tomoe through Alyssa's communicator. "I expected your lab would be more...cutting-edge."

Doctor Tomoe sighed, gluing his eerie eyes to the screen. "We must be cautious of progress, for progress' sake, Stephanie. We strive for change that truly betters the lives of others, but there's also change that puts others at risk with personal gain as the only reward. And then there's progress that leads to the destruction of your entire lab with the only means left to save your beloved daughter offered by a vile heart snatcher, who guarantees you will both survive if you allow him to possess you, but he twists your mind and nominates your own daughter, the very same girl you struck your deal with the devil in the first place, for possession by an even more ruthless heart snatcher with an unquenchable appetite for pure hearts so that HER master can take over the world, and they use YOUR research to find those pure hearts! Muaha...MUAHAHAHAHA! MUAHAHAHA - " Dr. Tomoe abruptly stopped and cleared his throat. "Sorry, force of habit. You don't want that to happen to you, Stephanie."

"...OK, though I'm not sure how faster internet leads to a higher chance of possession," I said...at a loss for much else to say.

"Speaking of which..." Doctor Tomoe turned his back to the computer screen and I nudged Alyssa up with my toe. "Ah, the images are up on my screen. Hmm...looks to be some sort of...rocket-propelled hang glider?! Alyssa, tell me this isn't one of your designs!"

"Definitely not," sighed Alyssa. "Whatever it was, someone seems to have intentionally crashed it. You don't think it could be a weapon of sorts?"

"Hmm..." Doctor Tomoe trailed off. "Piecing together your scans, I'd say the jet engine was badly designed. Looks more like it was made for crude stuntwork. The remains of the glider itself suggest it would have been impractical for carrying armaments. Then again...the entire design is completely impractical! Like its creator was entirely focused on aesthetics with little concern for basic functionality or safety. Whoever came up with this must be completely insane!"

"Pot calling the kettle - "

Alyssa elbowed me even though I was muttering under my breath. We both flinched when we heard a buzzing noise crackling in our ears. One of Alyssa's "silent alarms"...a power she used to alert her of trespassers.

"I'll get back to you in a second, Doc!" Alyssa cut him off. A second? Not with dial-up.

"Stay here!" Alyssa hissed at me. She raised her arm, blocking the hallway. While we stayed in the room with the Dark Crystal remnants, we could hear voices outside...

"No way meatball head was the one who did a number on THIS place..." I could vaguely make out one of the voices edging uncomfortably close to us. Our mystery guests were entering the halls. Alyssa grapped me and teleported to a scaffold I didn't even realize was in the room. Underneath us, into the room littered with dark shards, passed three similarly-dressed figures with hair in long ponytails. The middle one had black hair, the tallest was a brunette, and the last one had white hair despite a youthful appearance. Navy blue bikini tops, hotpants, long gloves with knee-high boots, and pretentious golden beaded tiaras...

"They're dressed like Sailor Scouts," I whispered to Alyssa. I hadn't really kept up with the Sailor Scouts before, but I had a vague idea what they looked like. "But they don't look like the ones I expected."

"That's because they're not from our Solar System," Alyssa whispered back.

"You mean we have extraterrestrial Scouts to worry about too?" I groaned in a whisper. Like Alyssa didn't make our solar system's Scouts sound bad enough. Just then, a strange form of energy began materializing and hissing behind us. Loud enough to draw our invaders' attention...

"Oh hell!" Alyssa cried before shoving me off the scaffolding, surprising the Scout-like visitors below. Alyssa was blasted back by the transparent form of a Sailor Scout I DID recognize from one of Alyssa's briefings...

"The dark magic restraining me is broken. I am Guardian Pluto, the keeper of Charon Castle on Sailor Pluto's behalf!" The wisp-like form of energy dispersed into raw energy, flying and reforming on our floor. "Trespassers! Identify yourselves!"

Leaning against the wall, I heard Alyssa sigh "someone just had to ask..." Our three guests began snapping their fingers behind me...

"We first came to this universe on a talent search for our Princess," said the black-haired Scout while the others continued snapping their fingers.

"Talent search?!" I repeated with an eye roll. Alyssa wasn't kidding about the Princess-sized egos.

"Quiet!" snapped the brunette. "Our song drew her back to us, and now her song leads us back here."

"So we've returned for an encore," said the white-haired one.

"Sailor Star Fighter!" the black-haired Sailor "Scout" with ocean blue eyes introduced herself.

"Sailor Star Maker!" declared the brunette Scout.

"Sailor Star Healer!" pronounced the white-haired Scout with emerald green eyes.

"WE'RE THE SAILOR STARLIGHTS! IT'S SHOWTIME!" They declared in unison.

"Do ALL the Sailor Scouts give such long-winded introductions?" I groaned out loud. Another reason to be scared of them teaming up with Moon Kingdom Scouts...we'd be here for hours listening to them.

"Just what we need," Alyssa stumbled to her feet. "More fascist pigs wearing lipsticks."

"And who are you supposed to be?" demanded Sailor Star Fighter. The small mirror image of Sailor Pluto spun her mysterious key-shaped rod with impressive precision and pointed the orb end...towards the Starlights.

"Even if you are Sailor Scouts, you may not enter the Castle of another without permission! I demand to know why you are here!"Good thing Pluto seemed as much against the Starlights as we were, and paying little attention to me or Alyssa...the Shadows WERE the ones who suppressed her, after all.

Sailor Star Fighter dismissively flicked her hand in the air. "We don't have time for this, we're tracking down someone plotting rebellion on our homeworld -"

"Why didn't you just say that the first time she asked?!" I complained.

"You robed freaks aren't very polite, are you?" snarled Sailor Star Maker. "We're not wasting our time on you circus rejects." Alyssa, PLEASE let me punch one of them.

"Some job you did guarding this place," Sailor Star Fighter snickered to Guardian Pluto as her eyes surveyed the damage. "Maybe Sailor Moon could use our help mopping up another mess once we're finished here!"

I admit, I was slightly frightened when I looked at Alyssa. Though her eyes were shaded by her hood, I could feel her anger surging from the other side of the room. "Like hell you will..."

To Be Continued

A/N: Aren't you just thrilled the Sailor Starlights are back? :P Technically there never was an official English dub of the classic anime's final season, but Fighter4Luv's fandub was a big source of inspiration. They set the tone for "DiC-ifying" the Starlights while staying true to the original storyline - credit goes to them for "it's showtime!" - sounds better to me than "stage on!" I highly recommend checking their fandub, along with the season itself, out!

I had this chapter polished and wanted to post it so I could focus on a new one for all of you - hope to post it in a week! Thanks to everyone who read last time - your reviews made me confident and optimistic about my plans for the sequel! If you enjoyed this chapter, please click on the follow button so you'll know as soon as it's here :) your notes and reviews are especially encouraging, nothing keeps a writer motivated than knowing people are reading! Don't worry, Logan and Sailor Moon fans...they'll be back ;) I just hope you'll enjoy Stephanie, Alyssa, and Doctor Tomoe's side as much as our original cast when Serena and friends return! Chapter 2 on the way!