I DO NO own Sailor Moon.
Prologue
"We're here," a woman said excitedly. She was pretty with pale white skin and long red hair that reached to her hip. Her carefully manicured fingernails pressed against the side of the space-ship onto a glass window.
"Mommy," a little girl, with the same red hair, tugged at her shirt. "Are we going to live on the moon?"
The woman kneeled down and hugged the girl. "Yes, honey! Aren't you excited?"
"Will I have any friends?" the girl asked worriedly.
"Of course, Honey! We'll make new friends," the woman smiled brightly.
The girl nodded her head and hugged her stuffed bunny. It was small, but stuffed tightly with fuzzy gray fur with a broad white chest. "Did you hear that Bo-Bo? We're going to make new friends!"
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Amara ran her tongue across her lips as she stared at the computer screen. A small green dot was moving slowly toward a larger white dot. Lines and numbers graphed the screen showing the coordinates of each object. "Please work," she whispered.
She was in a dimly lit room containing large rows of desks lined up neatly. On the desks were rows upon rows of computer lightly lit with a person sitting in front of each of them wearing a head jack; on the walls hung massive TVs showing images, and news reports.
Beside her, Michelle's screen showed the same green and white dot, except they were larger, and without the graphs. Inside the green dot, three smaller red dots shined brightly.
"Getting a little nervous, Amara?" Michelle teased lightly into the microphone of her head piece.
"Of course not," Amara smirked, "just testing my microphone."
"Sure you were," Michelle smiled, as she focused her attention once more on her screen.
On the other side of Amara sat Trista. Her screen showed only the white dot, but it nearly filled the whole screen; on the right bottom corner were numbers slowly counting down.
A voice spoke into Trista's head piece, "How is it so far?"
"Everything's good sir," Trist replied.
"Good, time?"
"Four minutes and thirty eight seconds, and counting, sire," Trista said, glancing down at the digits on the right, bottom corner.
"Good; Michelle," Michelle heard from her head piece. "Life-forms?"
"Still three, sir," Michelle nodded.
"Good, keep me informed."
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Beside the woman, a man reached down and caressed a few pieces of her fiery hair. The woman looked up and smiled, standing back up. He wrapped his arms lightly around her waist and pulled her to his chest.
"Excited?" he asked, a smile curling at his lips.
"Oh, yes, Eric! I've been dreaming about this moment ever since we first heard about it! Just think, darling, we're actually going to live on the moon!"
"Yes, I know, Babe," he laughed slightly, pressing his lips against her forehead.
"This is the best birthday present ever," she whispered, as she closed her eyes and brought her lips up to his.
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Beads of sweat trickled down Amara's forehead; she big her lip nervously. "This needs to work," she spoke dryly, "this has to work."
Michelle began to open her mouth to say something, but decided to keep it shut. In truth, she was nervous too; they all were. If this mission failed it would be their tenth mission gone wrong. She didn't know what they would do if this was a failure.
"Sir," Trist spoke into her head piece, "ten seconds."
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"Mommy, Daddy, look!" the little girl shrieked excitedly as she gave her bunny a kiss.
The couple pulled apart and looked out the window. The space craft was just a few feet away from the moon's surface. Moon dust flew away as the space craft slowly lowered itself onto the ground. A soft thud shook them slightly and they heard a click as the space craft hooked itself into the space dock.
"Are you ready sweetie?" Eric asked, rubbing the little girl's head.
The little girl nodded her head excitedly as they walked to the end of the space craft to a metal door.
"This is it," the woman squeezed his hand nervously.
"This is it," h e smiled as he pressed a green button on the side of the panel.
The door slowly opened.
"OH MY---"
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Michelle cursed loudly, "No!"
The voice came across their head pieces, "Did it happen again?"
"Yes," Amara growled.
"I'll be right there."
Michelle aggravated, began to type away at her keyboard, her teeth gritted. Amara banged her fist against the table; a loud thud sound echoed into the massive room.
A tall man with long black hair, and sea blue eyes appeared behind them, Darien Chiba.
"Life forms," Darien commanded.
"None," Michelle replied, still typing. "Heat sensors say that no life forms are on the space craft or on the moon."
Darien turned to Amara, "Location?"
Amara typed on her keyboard as she announced, "325.63, exactly on target; there is no way there could have been an oxygen leakage."
Darien nodded to Trista. She touched her screen and it split into four sections showing the inside of the space dock in four different locations.
"There's nobody there."
Darien cursed, "Not again!" He bowed his head and rubbed his temples, "They're gone."
This story starts out kind of slow, but I promise it'll get better
