Disclaimer: No, I don't own Sailor Moon. Wish I did though... Constructive criticism is always welcome. As are flames, so long as they aren't just flames to flame. Those get deleted...
As stated in my Author Bio. If you wish to use Jorowyn/Jordan/Phaeton in your own story, just drop me an e-mail. More than happy to let him have adventures outside my care. Probably be happier that way...
About the story: Since the voice of Jorowyn can't stay quiet in my head after Lynnwood has finally started working on Silver Alliance, I decided to give readers a unique perspective of how things are progressing behind the scenes. Especially the hijinks of Jorowyn, as he is unwisely left alone most of the time. So, sit back and enjoy the ensuing Chaos.
Never Leave Jorowyn Alone
Chapter 1
BY: Ginsan
Jorowyn idly fingered the small crystal in his hand. It was about four inches long, and one inch thick. It tapered to sharp points at the end, though he'd never managed to actually hurt himself with it. It glowed with a dim light from within, lighting up the facets of the emerald colored crystal as he turned it in his hand. The light reflected of other crystals in his dimly lit Laboratory as he scanned the various items.
He'd had it for years, though until this moment, he'd never had a reason to use it. His father had shoved it into his hands, before sending him to Earth. Earth didn't have any Crystech worth bothering with the crystal over. Now, though, so many possibilities were opened to him. After all, how many people had a Master Crystal, much less knew what to do with one? The Artifacts his people had spent millennia to create, were now rotting under the inept care of those who doomed them. Growing fat and even more conceited on the spoils of their greatest victory. And just look at the situation they were in now. Served them right.
Still, there were always opportunities, and that's exactly what he had planned. He was going to use this trip to Lunara to at least consolidate what remained of his Kingdom. Once more, he suppressed that mocking voice that reminded him that he could count the number of living people with Phaetonian blood on two hands, and still have an extra finger. Two, if Avais didn't recover soon.
He pushed such thoughts aside as he began to work. Dwelling on what might happen in the future wouldn't do any good for his current plans if he didn't act soon. Besides, he had a deadline. The Lunarian Teleporter would be keying in on him soon.
He smirked as he began gathering a few smaller crystals, as well as small bits of Crystech. He slipped them all, along with the Master Crystal, into a pouch which he then tucked into his clothing. Just another inoculous bulge in his filthy clothing.
He smirked again as he pulled out his flask, and took a heavy swig on the bitter alcohol it contained. He was pleased as more of it splattered onto his clothes, leaving more stains. The more people he could force to stay out of his way, the better off he would be. Zoisite was the only family he had left in the entire Universe. Even he had begun to spend less and less time around him.
He frowned as he thought it over. He supposed Sharpe and Thorne counted as family as well, but they were so damned determined to follow a duty that was now non-existent, they refused to associate with him on anything but a Royal level. Though he'd never admit it out loud, Jadeite was much like the younger brother he'd never had. Or wanted, if he thought on it too much.
Then there was Endymion. Somewhere inside, he thought of him as a brother as well. Especially after the way his family had taken him in after Phaeton's destruction, and gave sanctuary to Avais and his young protege, Gryphon, as well as Sharpe and Thorne.
With a satisfied nod of his head, he left the main part of the laboratory, turning on the Security systems. He made his way through the small complex that he called home. A name to him, nothing more. His true Home was long gone, scattered around the Solar System. After a few minutes, he was at his Teleporter, waiting silently for the Lunarians to connect.
Oh, this was going to be such fun when he stepped through. He wondered how long it would take the Bitch to realize it was him, and not some Phantom from her nightmares to get revenge. How she would be wrong. He bet, even now, they were all wondering how they had been so conveniently maneuvered into the current situation.
Their 'Ruling' of the Alliance had already led to one disaster after another. It was time to put competent people on the Thrones. Ones who actually cared for their subjects, and not the best way to flaunt their power over them. He quelled the small thought that it was exactly the same thing he was perpetuating against them. A silly thought, one not worth thinking on.
He came out of his musing when the Transporter came to life, and view of the Lunara Portal room appeared inside the gate.
Time for the show to begin.
Jorowyn slipped away from the 'Welcoming Committee' as soon as he could.
A damned Ball. He bet they threw one after they got his planet destroyed as well.
He seethed in rage as he made his way through the palace. A fact that further fueled his anger, realizing that he was still able to find his way around even after so many years. Even thinking about how enjoyable the looks on all their faces had been when he'd walked through the Portal didn't alleviate it. The sooner this business was over with, the better as far as he was concerned. He had plans of his own, but they couldn't truly begin until the Negaverse and their damnable Youma were defeated.
He was drawn up suddenly, and forced out of his rage, as he suddenly realized where he was.
In his aimless wandering, he'd somehow managed to make his way to one of the oldest of the Ambassador Wings in the Palace. The ones that were reserved for visiting Phaetonian Dignitaries. He paused before the door, as he realized the whole thing had been sealed with a minor forcefield.
For a moment, he didn't know what disgusted him more. That the entire Wing had been sealed of from visitors, or that they had used such a pathetic token Shield to keep them out. With an angry gesture, he slashed the Shield with his Master Crystal, causing the whole thing to shatter into motes of energy which quickly faded away. He shoved the doors open, not bothering to close them again as he stepped inside.
For a moment, the anger he felt was soothed as he inspected the immaculate way everything was kept clean. The anger returned again, as he reminded himself, that it was simply the Lunarian way to keep things clean. Even if no one was supposed to see it.
He walked through the halls, pausing every so often to stare at a portrait or painting. To stare blankly at statues he only vaguely remembered from his youth. It wasn't until he reached the Royal Chambers, that he finally stopped, and actually looked at something with more than a cursory appraisal.
He paused for several minutes before the doors, unable to make himself open them. A torrent of memories flooded his mind, and with a strangled hiss of rage, he finally opened them, and walked inside.
Almost instantly, his attention was captured by the portrait on the wall. It was one of his Father, and Mother, and himself. His mother was sitting in a chair, and a very young Jorowyn sat in her lap, while his Father stood beside her, with a hand resting on shoulder.
He dropped to his knees before the portrait, the tears he'd been fighting back since he walked into the Wing, finally spilling down his face. He sobbed for over an hour, as feelings he hadn't even realized he'd been holding back, came flooding out all at once. Once he finally regained most of his composure, he looked back up at the portrait and simply stared for several minutes.
"Why. Why did you send me to Earth? You obviously knew something was wrong. Wasn't there some other way to handle it, than forcing me out of the way? They're all gone now you know. Other than a handful of Workman who were off planet, no one is left but those you sent to Earth. Couldn't you have saved more of us? Sent more of our people to Earth?" He paused, as began to choke over his next set of words. "Couldn't you have sent Archae with me? Why did you leave me all alone?"
Jorowyn's head drooped, as more tears poured forth. He knew he'd never get the answers he wanted, and yet. And yet he'd wanted to ask those questions so many times. But there was never anyone to ask them of. At least this way, he had a face to talk to, even if they wouldn't respond.
"Who is Archae?"
Jorowyn snapped his head up, and to the door. His sorrow was instantly replaced by his long time companion, rage.
Standing in the doorway was a slip of a girl, probably no older than the Princess. As the rage at her intrusion settled over him, he didn't even bother to take in her details, as he sprang to his feet.
"HOW DARE YOU!"
With a wave of his hand, and surge of anger, he threw a large crystal shard at her. It was crude, and ill formed, but it served it's purpose.
It slammed into one of the doors, the impact forcing it closed. The frightened girl tumbled backwards, landing painfully on her rear, letting out a yelp of pain as she landed on her tail.
Jorowyn ignored it, as he stalked to the door, this time focusing on the crystal he formed. A three foot, slightly curved blade of green crystal. He pointed it at the girl, causing her to scoot backward, until she bumped against the wall.
"Neither you, nor any other Lunarian Peasant is to EVER step into this Wing again. None of you have to the right to even look at what remains of my people. Now leave, before I decide to make an example out of you."
The girl stood up, a spark of outrage filling her red eyes at being called a 'peasant'.
" I'm sorry, your 'Highness'. I wasn't aware that showing concern for other people merited insults, and physical abuse. Oh, wait, that's right. You're not Royalty any more, you're just a 'Peasant' like me. I'll leave you alone to play Prince then, since you obviously don't want any living company."
She spun on her heel, storming angrily from the Hallway.
Jorowyn watched her go, glad she hadn't seen the way he'd flinched at her insults. Fine. If these Lunarians wanted to play things like this, he'd play right back.
Jorowyn gave the room one last look over, making sure that the Guards from outside hadn't spotted him.
Satisfied, he approached the violently glowing forcefield. This particular Shield was set on kill, a vast improvement over the one that had been placed on the Phaetonian Suites. He walked over to the control console, and set the Master Crystal into a barely noticeable slot.
Instantly, a command screen popped up, and he began typing in commands. He shook his head in shame.
"And these Mercurian's honestly think such a pathetic system will keep out a real thief."
With a snort of disgust, Jorowyn shut down the Shield and retrieved his crystal. He went through the open doorway, smirking as the Shield came back up. With a few additions. He smiled as he thought about the next poor sap who tried to enter the room, thinking they just had to turn off the Shield.
All thoughts on the improved security was pushed from his thoughts as he found what he was looking for. Room after room of spare Crystech parts of varying size and design. Smiling like a child in a sweets store, Jorowyn began examining the 'merchandise' available.
He slipped off the backpack he had brought along for the occasion, and began filling it with components he could never manufacture back on Earth. Already, plans for improved devices filled his head. Most notably, a device he had dreamed up shortly after his exile on Earth. Without the proper components though, he could never get it to work.
An hours worth of work later, he was satisfied with his new parts. He went back to the entrance, palming the security lock, and stepping out once the Shield dropped.
He slipped out of the room, again sneaking past the inattentive guards. Something he'd bring up later with Endy. Lazy guards made easy targets.
On his way back to the Phaetonian Wing, a young page ran up to him. The boy had already been frightened, but once he saw Jorowyn, the fear deepened.
"Si-Sir Jorowyn?"
"Yes boy. What is it. I have work to do."
"I-I have a message for you f-from Lady Sh-Sharpe. She requires your immediate re-return to Earth."
Jorowyn frowned. Sharpe would never have sent for him if it wasn't important.
"Was this message addressed to anyone else?"
"N-no my Lord. Only y-you."
"Very well." Jorowyn smirked as a thought occurred to him. "Have you ever been to Earth?"
While he was upset that he'd have to finish his new toy back on Earth, the look of shear terror on the boys face made up for it. Not wanting to keep Sharpe waiting, Jorowyn hurried for the Transporter. The boy could follow or not as he chose.