Being a sailor is never easy. Growing up in a hostile galaxy isn't either. Being a sailor in a hostile galaxy is enough to make any one a little unhinged. But nothing hurts in that special way quite like negotiations with crystal Tokyo.
Currently Queen Serenity exerted influence over most of the known galaxy. However as one neared the very edges of conventional human expansion her grasp started to slip.
Sailors are unstoppable. They can travel anywhere, defeat any enemy, but in the end they are not without number. A human auxiliary force was needed to help secure any ground the sailors took and the inventions of Sailor Mercury could only take humans so far.
There were of course humans past this invisible line. In this area of space sailor scouts were far and wide between. Those that did exist came from very very different cultures.
They were certainly brave. No question about that. But the people of crystal tokyo thought they lacked a certain something. Like civility or manners, or sanity. At least one of those three.
To make a long story short Sailor Miranda had been tasked with bringing these border worlds back under control. So she called all the sailors of that system together for a team pep talk. Two showed up and four didn't send her death threats.
"Ah, Sailor Nunatak and Sailor Hitokiri. So nice to see you both"
Lies, that was a lie. Miranda never quite got over her fear of the Nunatak. Their blue eyes reminded her of an apex predator from her own home world. Their extra pair of Canines didn't help matters much. Especially if one knew how exactly this sub branch of humanity supplemented their diet.
Then there was Hitokiri. The abomination, the outcast, and undeniable proof that the galaxy was still a very dangerous place. Truth be told Miranda wasn't even sure whether or not Hitokiri had a true star seed. All she knew was that both her and Sailor Nunatak were technically part of Crystal Tokyo's sphere of influence. So killing them just wasn't an option.
"I brought you here today in good faith so that we can all learn to live together in harmony."
"What kind of harmony?", asked sailor Nunatak.
"A type of harmony that doesn't include eating any non human sentient that is stranded on our planet"
Nunatak smiled sheepishly at this. Either the cleansing property of her transformation wasn't working or she must have eaten after transforming. Because Miranda could still see bits of an unfortunate something stuck in her rather sharp blood stained teeth.
Hitikori stepped forward with a small paper bag, "Are you going to need this Miranda?"
"No, no I'm fine. Just a bit teleport lagged from earlier this morning is all. I'll be right as rain in a minute"
Miranda took several deep breaths and opened her mouth, then her communicator rang.
"Terribly sorry about this", she told the two other scouts as she flipped the device open.
"Sailor Miranda here, what can I do for you"
"I'd like for you to report back to earth immediately"
"Will do, but what about the negotiations?"
"Bring them too"
"Roger"
Miranda flipped the device closed.
" I hope you two wouldn't mind lending me a bit of energy for a teleport"
Nunatak just shrugged and started feeding her dark energy. Hitikori bowed apologetically and started to look depressed. Miranda knew something like this would happen. Its a good thing her brooch could convert dark energy. The process wasn't very efficient of course. But it got the job done.
"Ok, thats enough Nunatak"
"Your star seed sure is thirsty Lady Miranda"
"I'm aware, now are you both ready?"
Nunatak nodded. Hitikori, grabbed Nunatak's hand and then nodded as well.
A cyclone of dark energy erupted around them. Rending time, space, and any other silly laws of the universe. The three scouts ended up teleporting to earth. Right in front of the crystal palace to be exact.
Miranda shook her head.
"This wasn't where we were supposed to arrive."
"We were supposed to arrive somewhere specific?", asked Nunatak.
"Yes", sighed Miranda.
Suddenly they heard screams. Civilians were running away and a sailor scout they didn't recognize was standing right in front them.
"Stop there evil doers! How dare you come to the cradle of humanity with the intention of taking energy from civilians. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Crystal tokyo is an utopian society and a very popular tourist destination. It has no room for scum like you!"
The three scouts started to look around. Where was the enemy? Were they invisible?
"What do you three have to say for yourselves?"
Oh, she was talking to them.
"I'm sailor Miranda and these are two sailor scouts from the edge. We've been summoned here. Not sure why yet."
The unknown sailor crossed her arms.
"A likely story. Of course falsified accounts are the bread and butter of infiltrators. I know what you are! Reveal yourselves Demons!"
"Wait, you think that we're-"
"Of course. What else would have the arrogance to move across the galaxy using dark energy in such a wasteful and showy display"
"It's not my fault dark energy is so inefficient. Unless you're a youma the conversion rate is terrible!", snapped Miranda.
"Ah ha! I knew it. Now I have an confession"
"But I never said-"
"You've said enough, now you are coming with me!"
"Fine"
Miranda put out her hands. The other two scouts followed her lead and did like ways. The unknown sailor approached them very carefully. Never taking her eyes off of Miranda who she no doubt assumed must be the arch daemon of the group.
The unknown sailor put out her hands then called out, "Lash of torment"
The scent of sulfur permeated the air and a fleshy vine like projection faded into existence. The unknown sailor then smiled and with a flick of her wrist one end of the rope leapt out and bound itself around the neck of sailor Miranda.
"As you already know", said the mysterious sailor with a grin, "the more you struggle the tighter this gets. Feel free to experiment if you get forgetful"
Miranda took a deep breath and tried ignore the sensation of something writhing against her skin. Did this sailor really have to use this? Wouldn't handcuffs have worked?
Today just wasn't her day.