Title: The Ultimate Sacrifice for Peace
Author: Eyes_of_Pearl
Rating: PG13 (rating may go up)
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing. They belong to their respective owners.
Well, it has been a long time ago since my last SM/GW fic but and I have this idea dancing in my head so I decided that I have to write it. I think that this one will probably be somewhat of a different fic. I will adjust the rating accordingly as the story progresses.
Synopsis: Basically it will be somewhat AU and at least twenty five years after Endless Waltz. Don't worry the G-boys will be in this. I'll fit them in. It is a society where peace no longer exists within the colonies and for earth. Society is in shambles with a corruptive government with no really power over its people. Citizens rule themselves or be rule by others within the society by underground operations with their own system. Fear and sacred sacrifices are the way of life. Who will make the ultimate sacrifice for peace?
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Prologue
She kneeled in the damp corner of the barren room. She was probably in the basement but she could not know for sure. The only light came from a dim overhead light bulb that flickered and hummed in intervals. She pulled her knees up to her chest and crossed her arms together hoping to conserve body heat. She knew it would be no use for the thin material of her shirt barely covered her up. She wore no shoes and she felt her toes going numb with cold. She hugged
herself tighter when she heard a scream overhead. Then she heard scratches, snapping sounds, and noises that indicated an impact. Once more, she heard a raw cry which resulted with a thud. She dared not ventured to find out what it was for, she knew that she made even the slightest
noise, they would come for her next.
Instead, she bit her tongue and began to rock back and forth hoping to draw in some comfort. Her hand fumbled with the necklace which held a small stone. She shrank further into the corner for she feared the mice that often take refuge in the basement. She conjured a fragment of memory of a kind face smiled upon her and with that thought in mind, she drifted to sleep.
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They had finally done it! The ultimate machine for the last mission that their very first creations will ever undertake. If you think about it, it is rather fitting. The first ones will use the last device upon a final operation. They needed to know if peace will still reign whether or not everything that they had worked for, every minute detail into their creations had been preserved. Once they know, then they, everybody especially the soldiers of war can go on with their separate lives savouring all that they had painstakingly attained.
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End Prologue
Author: Eyes_of_Pearl
Rating: PG13 (rating may go up)
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing. They belong to their respective owners.
Well, it has been a long time ago since my last SM/GW fic but and I have this idea dancing in my head so I decided that I have to write it. I think that this one will probably be somewhat of a different fic. I will adjust the rating accordingly as the story progresses.
Synopsis: Basically it will be somewhat AU and at least twenty five years after Endless Waltz. Don't worry the G-boys will be in this. I'll fit them in. It is a society where peace no longer exists within the colonies and for earth. Society is in shambles with a corruptive government with no really power over its people. Citizens rule themselves or be rule by others within the society by underground operations with their own system. Fear and sacred sacrifices are the way of life. Who will make the ultimate sacrifice for peace?
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Prologue
She kneeled in the damp corner of the barren room. She was probably in the basement but she could not know for sure. The only light came from a dim overhead light bulb that flickered and hummed in intervals. She pulled her knees up to her chest and crossed her arms together hoping to conserve body heat. She knew it would be no use for the thin material of her shirt barely covered her up. She wore no shoes and she felt her toes going numb with cold. She hugged
herself tighter when she heard a scream overhead. Then she heard scratches, snapping sounds, and noises that indicated an impact. Once more, she heard a raw cry which resulted with a thud. She dared not ventured to find out what it was for, she knew that she made even the slightest
noise, they would come for her next.
Instead, she bit her tongue and began to rock back and forth hoping to draw in some comfort. Her hand fumbled with the necklace which held a small stone. She shrank further into the corner for she feared the mice that often take refuge in the basement. She conjured a fragment of memory of a kind face smiled upon her and with that thought in mind, she drifted to sleep.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
They had finally done it! The ultimate machine for the last mission that their very first creations will ever undertake. If you think about it, it is rather fitting. The first ones will use the last device upon a final operation. They needed to know if peace will still reign whether or not everything that they had worked for, every minute detail into their creations had been preserved. Once they know, then they, everybody especially the soldiers of war can go on with their separate lives savouring all that they had painstakingly attained.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
End Prologue