Ba weep grana weep ninibon! (holds out energon goodies. Two seconds later, tackled by Ravage). Ow, ow, ow. PAIN! Down Ravage, bad kitty! ( Ravage leaves with energon goodies). Slag, that hurt badly... Anyway, I'd like to introduce another Transformers/ Sailor Moon crossover starring, you guessed it, Hotaru! However, this one is based on the G1 comics by IDW and is probably the most graphic story I've ever written. Well this is the prologue to that story. So enjoy and review, if you're not too pissed off about character deaths.

Hasbro and IDW own the Transformers and Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi.

Prologue

For years, Crystal Tokyo had been a place of inexplicable beauty. However, now it was nothing more than the product of destruction. The once gorgeous structures were now engulfed in flames and those that were not a blaze were covered in blood and oil. Its citizens were being slaughtered left and right, and the guardians of the kingdom were already disposed of. Yet, the most horrifying aspect of this calamity was that it was done by a single being. His name… Sixshot.

Crystal Tokyo, after the massacre:

"Has everyone completed their assigned task," inquired a black robot as it occupied itself by swinging the head of Megatron. It was soon joined by four other Transformers, all of them soaked in the fluids of their victims. "The master is patiently waiting for us, so we dare not test his patience."

"Of course Nemesis Prime. Would the thought dare cross your mind that these puny fleshlings would have a chance of defeating me," asked a large purple robot with an aggravated expression.

"Calm yourself Galvatron," said the largest member of the group, Thunderwing. "Nemesis is not questioning your skills. She is merely asking if there were any survivors." With the little threat of confrontation extinguished, Nemesis Prime turned her attention to the third member, the mutated Seeker known as Jhiaxus. After he confirmed that his mission was complete, all of the mass murderers turned to their last comrade, Sixshot.

The words of Nemesis never reached Sixshot's audio receptors, or they never processed into his databanks. The S.T.A.G. ex-Decepticon just stared at the roaring results of his work. It required Nemesis Prime to get up from her seat and place a firm hand on his shoulder to get his attention. "Not yet," were the only words that came from his vocal processors. "There are still two out there," he said silently. This was unusual for him, since Sixshot practically lived for the slaughter and destruction of entire worlds. He reveled in the screams of agony from his victims and their frightened expressions.

"This is unlike you Sixshot. Is your spark getting soft or are your systems malfunctioning?" Nemesis was furious, but she kept her calm. The others were confused, but Galvatron just snickered from a sudden realization.

"There is nothing wrong with him." All optics except Sixshot's were focused on the purple maniac. "He's savoring the ecstasy of the hunt."

Nemesis returned to Sixshot for confirmation and was given what she wanted. Her fist curled in anger, but she dared not take action against him. If she were to confront the six-changer, the chances of her coming out of the battle without damage were practically nonexistent, and she did not want to suffer the wrath of her master. "Very well Sixshot, you can stay behind, but make sure nothing is left alive. Also, don't take too long. The master's patience as well as mine are limited," warned the black counterpart of Optimus Prime as she walked into a dimensional rift with the other three behind her.

Sixshot watched as the dimension closed, and then he turned his attention to the remnants of a destroyed building. "You can come out now. There's nobody here to interrupt our fun anymore," taunted the one-robot-army.

"Damnit," cursed Sailor Saturn as she pulled her princess and best friend closer in. Hotaru Tomoe, now the 27 years old guardian of Princess Chibiusa was still trying to fully understand the recent events. It was unbelievable that a friend that vanished 10 years ago would suddenly appear, kill off countless numbers of people including her parents and friends, and personally tear off her left arm. Nonetheless, that is exactly what happened and the extreme pain coursing through her body and the bloody rags that used to be the sleeve of her sailor fuku proved it. "Things weren't supposed to happen like this," she muttered angrily. This was worse than every traumatic event and every nightmare put together and she was the only one left to fight it. "Chibiusa, use the time key and get away from here. I want you to go to the past and remain there," instructed Hotaru as used her one good arm to pick up her legendary weapon. "Don't worry, I'll always be there to protect you." The senshi of death kissed her young friend on the forehead before heading to confront the villain.

"Good, you decided to quit hiding. Now the fun can really begin," said Sixshot prior to breaking into a hysterical laughter. He was completely thrilled about this fight and was waiting to enjoy every nano-cycle of it.

"Sixshot!" Hotaru's eyes filled with tears and she started choking on a few words. "We may have been friends, but this crime is absolutely unforgivable! You have taken everything I hold dear and for that, you must pay with your life!"

"If we were friends, then do me the favor of making this fight enjoyable."