AUTHOR'S NOTES:

1) If you haven't at least read Mercury Twilight, I recommend you do, otherwise the references in this story will utterly confuse you.

2) This story takes place almost six years after Sailor Stars ended. Every member of the Senshi is in their early to late twenties, except for Hotaru, who is 17 and in her last year of High School.

3) Princess Kakyuu is not really the Princess of Kinmoku. She and the Starlights are adopted by Kinmoku because their world was devastated by Chaos. Sailor Galaxia is the head of Kinmoku's actual government and holds the position of 'Archsenshi'. Kakyuu is adored by the Senshi for her gentle nature and warmth. The Starlights are regarded as heroes of the Sailor Wars.

4) Sailor Mars (Rei Hino); Sailor Starfighter; and Alan are dead as a result of events in 'Mercury Twilight'. Amy Mizuno has quit as Sailor Mercury, but has instead found a much greater power and has taken the name 'Sailor Celestia'. Katsie and Birdie Ayakashi, formerly of the Black Moon Family, have taken up the positions of Mars and Mercury respectively.

5) Jedite of the Dark Moon has been revived and reformed and has taken the name Jed Tokiba. He is currently a Police Officer in the Tokyo PD.

6) Hotaru died in Mercury Twilight, but was revived at the end of 'Executioner's Law'. Sailor Pluto broke mucho Time Guardian rules to pull this miracle off and as a result she has been 'fired' as Guardian of Time. She is now simply Sailor Pluto and a more permanent member of the Senshi. She still fights with the Garnet Rod, but it has no power anymore.

7) Email any other questions to or refer to 'Mercury Twilight'; 'Executioner's Law'; and 'Celestia Rising' for more details on obscure references. All other references are derived from the original Sailor Moon series.

8) For those of you who've read the original version of Senshi Prime, you'll notice that this story has been almost completely revamped from its original form. In fact, much to my own surprise it's undergone more changes than even the revised Mercury Twilight did. This edition contains extended and added scenes, more detail, and a partially revised plot. Additionally some names and events have been altered and in some cases entirely replaced. As of this moment the original version of Senshi Prime is officially null and void.

9) And of course, this Author holds no copyrights to Sailor Moon or any original characters therein. The Nova Senshi and other characters introduced during the course of this four story arc, however, are MINE! Don't touch them without my permission or I will hunt you down! (actually that last part is just a joke, but please show some courtesy if you want to borrow one of my characters and ask first?)

PROLOGUE ONE: THE AMBASSADOR

Kinmoku, Planet of the Sailor Senshi, 2600 hours local time.

The Sun was low on the Horizon. Night was just coming around from the east of Alpha Senshi.

Just as the lights of the city were starting to come on one by one, Sailor Rainbow Prism left her Suite Home and headed for the Central Spire, the building at the exact center of the city that dominated the skyline. She was a short Senshi; almost impossibly small for one her age. Her stunted form made her look nearly like a child, yet she was very much adult and, as with most Senshi, far older than she appeared. Her costume was a study in Primary Colors. In fact each different facet of her uniform, as well as her shimmering hair which changed color like a hologram in the evening light, represented one of the seven colors of the Universal Rainbow. Hence her name.

She was answering a Summons from Sailor Galaxia, Archsenshi of Kinmoku, and the most powerful woman on the Planet next to the ruling Princess Kakyuu. When she called, one answered, for Galaxia was one not known for her patience.

Of course Prism would have come anyhow. She was part of the government, and herself was an old friend of Galaxia's. Their history together went back quite a ways.

That was why Prism didn't stand on ceremony when she knocked on Galaxia's Palace-level floor near the very top of the building. She entered and shut the door behind her, noting that the room was very dark and dim this evening.

"It's me Tara," Prism said in a high-pitched, almost child-like voice. "Where are you?"

"In here, Violet," a more mature voice answered from the other room. A dim light could be seen flickering from within.

Prism was one of only a very select few who knew the true name of Sailor Galaxia. It was an honor Galaxia bestowed only on those she trusted most of all, telling them her name. Everyone else in the Universe knew her only as 'Galaxia,' or more formally, 'Sailor Galaxia' or 'Senshi Prime.'

The Archsenshi, who outside her quarters displayed a presence and power that inspired awe, looked like an ordinary girl as she sat before her computer. She wore only a silver silken nightgown, and her red and gold hair was completely undone and unbound, falling to the floor around the foot of her chair. One of the straps of her gown drooped negligently off her shoulder. She sat with her bare feet up off the floor, folded beneath her.

It was a side of her few knew about, and fewer still could even imagine. Outside this home she was the 'Golden Senshi', whose legend was probably the most towering and familiar tale in the entire Galaxy. At one time she was even thought to be a Goddess! Galaxia was glad those days were over. Secretly she wanted her privacy just like any other person.

"And here I am, all dressed up and everything, and you just sit there in your silks," Prism sniffed. "You should have told me this was informal, I would have at least skimped on the make-up."

Galaxia smiled at the humor. "I want you to look at this. It's something I've been eyeing for quite some time now. Something I sincerely regret I didn't notice sooner."

Prism grabbed a chair and pulled it over to the monitor to take a look. She had to jump up to sit in the seat and her legs dangled off the ground.

On the screen of the monitor was a chart showing a steadily sharper and sharper incline from the lower left hand side to the upper right. The incline was filled in pink. The rest of the screen was black, save for the numbers at the side and bottom of the chart. The lowest number on the vertical plane before zero was 200. The horizontal plane was numbered fourteen through twenty. The incline went from 200 all the way up to 10,000.

"What am I looking at?" Prism inquired.

Galaxia sat back and folded her hands together thoughtfully. "What you are looking at, my dear Violet, is the power level of Sailor Moon. The figures on the left hand side represent Astronomical Energy Units, the measure by which we determine Senshi power levels. The numbers on the bottom represent years."

"Fairly straight forward," Prism agreed. "Is this chart accurate?"

Galaxia shrugged. "It's actually an estimate, but I believe it's pretty well accurate. When she first started out, Sailor Moon had very limited power and much more limited ability." She pointed at the lower left and slowly made her way up as she continued. "She was fourteen years old at the time. But each time a different foe arose to challenge her over the years, She adapted by growing. As you can see with each passing year her powers grew by leaps and bounds… Not slowly as most Senshi do over their lives."

"Yes, so it would seem," said Prism. "At thirteen she was at 200... Fourteen she was 500... Fifteen: 1200... A year after that… 6,000!"

"Her energy goes up in relation to the magnitude of the crises she faces," Galaxia explained. "If my estimates are correct, her energy leveled off slightly after she fought me. When she reached Eternal Level it was around 10,000. That continued until last year. I haven't even taken into account the leap forward she must have achieved fighting Dark Mercury. If she took one at all. The point is… Even if it didn't increase her power level…"

"She's still at a level unprecedented before you came along," Prism finished.

"She might even be superior to me," Galaxia added.

Prism raised her eyebrows. "You really think she's progressed that far?" she whispered.

Galaxia smiled. "I have every reason to believe so. Look at her progression. She's come farther in a shorter amount of time than even I did. And I was trained by professional Senshi. She's learned just about everything on her own."

"Well she comes from good stock," said Prism. "She's a direct descendant of Serenity."

"Yes… The irony hasn't escaped me, either," Galaxia cracked a small smile. "The Great-Granddaughter of my once greatest adversary might be the one thing we've been seeking for thousands and thousands of years!"

"Senshi Prime…" Prism's voice was at the edge of awe. "Do you really think so…? I mean… It almost doesn't seem possible…"

"Given her recent history I would say she has already fulfilled most of the ancient prophesy," Galaxia swiveled her chair to face Prism. "But I could just be jumping at shadows. I want you to help me find out if I'm right… By bringing Sailor Moon to me."

"Bringing her to Kinmoku?" asked Prism. "Just in time for the 'Eon Celebration'?"

"Precisely. It is there we will find out what we need to know. I have already made the necessary plans. I wish for you to come with me to gather Sailor Moon and her friends. There is a little… test I would like them to undergo before we proceed. Are you game?"

Prism giggled. "Game is such a funny way of putting it. I'm looking forward to it already."

"One other thing," Galaxia turned and hit a button on her computer. The face of a girl with blue hair and a Mercury Symbol on her forehead sprang up. "I want you to personally handle bringing this one to me as well."

Prism studied the picture. "Oh my, isn't she the pretty one?"

"She is the descendent of Chastity. And my agents have told me she has recently stumbled on a brand new power, different, yet startlingly similar to her Mercury powers. I wish to see her at the Eon Celebration as well."

"Your agents… You mean the 'Trinity'?" Prism inquired.

"Yes. I have them make quarterly reports in return for my granting them permission to live on Earth. They provide me with valuable information. Earth is, after all, a very intriguing place with some of the most interesting Senshi I have ever seen," said Galaxia.

"And we all know you just can't keep your hands off of something intriguing," Prism laughed again. "Well then if there's nothing else I suppose I should get ready for my little trip. When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow, Violet. Pass the word on to the Nova Senshi and have my personal Starship readied for takeoff in 32 hours." Galaxia smiled.

Sailor Rainbow Prism saluted her and left Galaxia's room quietly.

PROLOGUE TWO: THE SEDUCTION OF ANDROMEDA!

In a far off Galaxy, in the orbit of a Planet circling twin Suns, there was a drifting Star Cruiser, looking grievously injured from some mysterious battle. It tumbled on its axis slowly as it passed the Planet by.

Of course its presence there did not go unnoticed. Out of the atmosphere of the lonely Planet flew a figure clad in brown and green. Her outfit, though alien in design, bore the distinct markings of a Senshi. A clear plastic mask over her mouth and nose shielded her lungs from the vacuum of space, yet the rest of her body was clearly unaffected by the radiation and frozen coldness of the void.

She approached the Star Cruiser and assessed the situation. It was, fortunately, not on collision course with her world. What was less certain was how many people were on board and if they were all still alive or not. It was an alien design. One she had never seen before in this sector of outer space.

"First things first," she said to herself. "Stabilize the ship."

She applied her power to her muscles and grabbed what she guessed was the bow of the vessel. She forced her weight against the rotation and watched as the ship stopped tumbling and leveled itself out. It was now just a drifter. She then searched for a hatch, or some way of getting inside. She found an opening torn into the hull by whatever had crippled the craft. Just inside was nothing more than a storeroom, and a quick scan of the rest of the ship told her that the vacuum was localized. Most of the interior still had a working life support system. The atmosphere read Nitrogen: 45, Hydrogen: 32, Oxygen: 11, Helium: 11, and Carbon Dioxide: 1.

It was not a hospitable atmosphere, at least for her physiology. She decided her space mask would have to remain on. She found a hatch into the main interior, but she made sure to generate a force field that would keep the vacuum of space from following her into the rest of the ship. If there were any survivors, they wouldn't appreciate the lack of air too much. So far, however, her surface scans were coming up a little fuzzy. There was something farther in, but the life signs were indeterminate. It was definitely something she'd never encountered in her long life.

She made it into a main passage, and floated down the broad corridor. There was no gravity, so she couldn't walk.

As she went, she called out in as many languages as she could think of: "Hello! Is anyone alive in here! This is Sailor Andromeda! I am the guardian of the world you have come in contact with! You are most fortunate indeed to have drifted by this System! This is the only occupied Planet with a guardian Senshi for over 500 light years in any direction! If there is anyone alive, please answer me!"

She didn't expect any survivors to understand what she was saying, but she kept talking so hopefully they would hear her and reveal their location. All her equipment was shorting out for some reason. Probably some field of energy given off by the ship. She just had to search the old fashioned way.

Her heightened senses told her there was movement up ahead. She propelled herself a little faster and let her senses guide her to the Bridge area. She called in, but there was no reply. She pressed a button to open the hatch, but it was dead. That wasn't really a surprise, but it was inconvenient nonetheless. She diverted more power to her muscles, and dug her fingers into the crack between the hatch and wall. She strained, and tore the metal hatch off of its track and threw it aside. The bridge was empty. No sign of the movement she detected. Oddly enough, there were no bodies to speak of. Maybe they'd all jettisoned in escape pods long ago. Maybe there was really nothing in this ship.

She was just about to leave to complete her search, when she turned and saw the mangled alien Astronaut lurching in the entrance. He fell into her arms, coughing and sputtering in agony. Sailor Andromeda slowly let him descend to the floor and began to examine his body.

"It's going to be alright," she told him. "Don't try to speak, just catch your breath."

Please... h-help..." the alien struggled to say.

Andromeda looked at him sharply. How in stars did he know her language? "You speak Klaxian?" she asked in surprise. "I guess that's good. Can you tell me are there any other survivors besides you?"

The alien's grimace faded into a sinister smile. "Absolutely no one!" he shouted as he reached a hand up and gripped her wrist.

"What're you-AAACK!" Andromeda screamed as a jolting current of energy ran through her body and effectively paralyzed her.

The alien's form shifted into something else entirely. It wasn't even his true form. Andromeda stared in horror at the new figure now standing over her. "What... what do you want from me?" she stammered.

"Your powers and your services," he laughed. "You no longer defend your Planet. You work for Cold Star now…" An evil iridescent glow filled his eyes as they locked on hers. Andromeda felt her mind become sluggish.

"Cold... Star?"

"Yes," he nodded. "Now who is your master?"

Andromeda's conscience and resistance faded. "I-I s-serve… Cold... Star," she replied hollowly. "Cold Star is… my……. nnnnnnNO!" She suddenly snapped awake, as if from a nightmare and she could move again. She raised her leg and booted him in the belly. The man doubled over, allowing her to get up and backhand him into the rear bulkhead, his impact denting the hard metal wall.

"You freak!" she said to him. "Was it you? Did you kill everyone on board this ship!" Secretly she wondered what hypnotic power had almost claimed her. It felt like a searing knife was piercing her brain. Suddenly, as she advanced on her ambusher, she felt a new presence. An awesome presence behind her! Andromeda turned even as the bridge filled with a blacklight glow.

"By the Gods of Klaxis!" she gasped out. Filling the front canopy of the lost ship's bridge was a new Sun. Not just any Sun either. Its light was not white or yellow or red. It was tinged with darkness, looking almost like an eclipse. A black circle with an iridescent corona around it like a mane of fire. And in the center of that circle… a great eye stared unblinkingly at her. The eye was filled with malevolence.

"Hello, Andromeda," it said both inside and outside of her head. "It has been far too long since we last met."

Andromeda wasn't a Senshi prone to fear. The depths of her vast power enabled her to be brave in the face of almost anything. Yet as she recognized the Black Sun in the sky in front of her, her courage waned. "Cold Star! Now I remember the name." she whispered.

"You mean to say you forgot?" the voice replied more softly. "Well… It has been 50,000 years after all. You look well for your age. Tell me… Where's the red-headed brat who was hanging around you when you humiliated me all those years ago? Is she dead?"

"Galaxia?" Andromeda thought back to that fateful day. "Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you."

All of Space seemed to fill with Cold Star's menacing chuckle. "Perhaps not as you are now, my dear. But I've learned a lot of things in the past fifty millenniums. Here is but a taste of what I've learned." With that a black-gloved hand reached around from behind and cupped Andromeda's chin gently. Andromeda spun, expecting the alien to be attacking her again, but this time she had to look up into the purple eyes of a tall man with perfect features, white hair, and black leather clothing. His aura was the same as the Star outside. "What do you think, my sweet?" he said softly.

"So you can assume Hominid form," Andromeda said, trying to calm her pounding heart. "Are you trying to impress me?"

"No, in point of fact I need your help," Cold Star said, advancing slowly and backing her into the bulkhead. For some reason Andromeda was having trouble focusing on moving, much less using her power to smash him to bits. "I need you to help me gather an army that will inundate the entire Senshi Race in one fell swoop."

"What… are you doing inside my head?" Andromeda put her hands over her ears and tried to shake herself out of the dreamlike state that was settling over her. "Stop it…"

"I have developed many ways to persuade others to do my bidding," said Cold Star, ignoring her demands. "Apparently my manservant Gamma was not enough to sully your great mind. But that is no less than what I expected from you. As much as I hate you, I admire your skills even more, Sailor Andromeda."

"Shut… up," Andromeda gasped, feeling her heart pound. Cold Star leaned forward and pinned her to the bulkhead with one arm. The other hand cupped her chin again and tilted her face up toward his. Andromeda's breathing became shallow and her eyes glazed over as her mind finally gave up resistance.

Cold Star smiled icily as he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. Andromeda's heart skipped a beat, and in that moment her soul passed out of her mouth and into his. Her eyes, one green, one brown, became glazed. Cold Star broke the kiss and left Andromeda wanting more. "And now my love. You will tell me… Where I can find Sailor Galaxia," he commanded her.

"Yes, Master," Andromeda breathed. "Only if you promise to kiss me again if I tell you…"

TO BE CONTINUED...

NEXT: CHAPTER ONE: CELESTIA'S TEST