So any ways Miranda was about ready to pull this girls head off. Except she was obviously a sailor scout. Also she was only doing her job. Maybe teleporting to crystal tokyo using dark energy wasn't such a good idea after all.

The unknown sailor dragged them up the steps towards the gates of the crystal palace. Miranda thought about reminding her how stupid it was to bring an enemy to where their Queen was. But it was frankly easier not to. Not to mention this would be a great opportunity to explain what happened to a reasonable authority figure.

When the doors opened Miranda stopped breathing. Not because the fleshy vine around her neck was strangling her. Although she did find it rather uncomfortable. But because of just how beautiful, grand, and expansive the palace was. Wow, it actually looked bigger on the inside!

Sailor Jerk Ass caught her staring and yanked on the rope.

"Come on worm, this wasn't meant for your eyes"

Keep calm, deep breaths, deep breaths. It's not their fault. Just following orders is all. Just following orders.

They marched past rooms of unimaginable beauty, massive ballrooms, and advanced laboratories. Miranda was starting to wonder whether their captor was leading them to their doom or trying to give them a grand tour.

"I bet you don't have anything like this were you're from daemon. You've probably never seen anything like it"

"You are right. The crystal palace does look much better then the last time I visited"

The unknown sailor glared back at her.

Miranda tried to play innocent. She even started whistling nonchalantly. Until that is, her captor yanked the chain again.

"Keep up daemon. Wouldn't want to be late for your own execution"

"Or yours", mumbled Miranda.

Uncalled for, yes. Childish, yes. Exactly what she'd wanted to say for the past half hour, yes yes and yes.

By the time they reached the throne room the unnamed sailor was practically frothing at the mouth. The throne room was empty. Well, almost empty.

A well aged man was standing in the large room. The brass on his uniform was shining. His eyes reflected nothing but boredom as deep as the sea and endless as the void.

"Ah, M2. What a surprise. You brought guests?"

"Yes I did. And don't call me that!"

"Would you rather have me call you by your civilian name?"

"Yes! But, no. Not in front of them. These are demons. Vile enemies of the queen"

Admiral Sakurada walked towards them.

"I can only assume you brought them here because of their peculiar signatures."

He glanced over at sailor Nunatak, "Dark energy if I'm not mistaken"

The old man then turned his attention back to the unknown scout, " It would also be safe to assume that your mother must have neglected the edge planets in her description of the galaxy. Other wise you would be know that some planets generate dark energy. Such as Nunatak. Of course you might know it by another name . . . hmmm, that F***ing diplomatic nightmare I believed Pluto calls it"

M2, the unknown sailor, still kept her firm grip on the rope.

The admiral pretended not to notice this and turned his attention to the other scout in Miranda's retinue.

"My, my, what interesting company our prisoner keeps. Sailor Hitokiri. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. Why if our little dolls mother ever got her hands on you-"

Mercury 2, M2, the unknown sailor glared at him.

Finally Admiral Sakurada, the know it all, made their way to Miranda.

"But you my dear are a mystery. I've never seen a sailor quite like you"

"I'm Sailor Miranda. You sent for me, remember!"

The admiral nodded.

"That is correct. I remember now. If memory serves I asked Rini if we had any reliable, efficient, and expendable scouts who were ready to serve the Queen on a dangerous mission. Eventually I ended up contacting you"

Miranda nodded emphatically.

"Yes, that's right. Now would you please get this thing off of me!"

The admiral shrugged.

"M2, feel free to make our guests more comfortable"

The unknown scout made a strange hand gesture. The fleshy rope disappeared.

Miranda started rubbing her neck. Not the worst thing to happen to her but still.

"Uh, thanks. Now would you please explain why you brought us here?"

" I need you for a commercial"

"Crazy man say What?"

Sakurada just smiled.

"You three are going to take part in a beach party scene. Oh, and you'll have to wear this."

The admiral pulled out three bikini suits that were more or less just pieces of string.

Miranda turned around to gauge the others reactions. Nunatak was smiling.

"Hitokiri, the bag now!"

Their brave leader tore the bag from her grasp and started to dry heave.

Fifteen minutes later Miranda finally came to a stop. Every one else had apparently been staring at her the whole time. Today was just sparkles and rainbows, wasn't it?