Heeeeey, I am here with an update. There is a chance that I won't post another one for at least a couple months because I may take a sort of sabbatical from the computer during the summer.

I got a couple reviews on the first chapter, which I thank people for, and some things were brought to my attention that I need to clarify.

First, this story takes place in the "Sailor Crystal" anime series. I am going to make the chapters episode based, so it will be one episode per chapter. I will also, of course, be adding some of my own stuff throughout it, so it won't be just the exact storyline of the show. Did that make sense? I hope so.

The second thing I need to clear up is any confusion over Shepard's personality. In my opinion I think Shepard's personality is far too complex to describe in a short order. Therefore, I'll give you a basic outline, but I'm going to leave it to you guys to come up with your own impressions of Shepard as the story plays out.

I was asked if Shepard would be just plain ruthless (Ordinary bad to the bone guy, willing to hear but not listen to others opinions) or more ruthless-ruthless (Willing to kill anyone and anything to complete the mission.) I am going to place my version of Shepard towards the more "ruthless-ruthless" category. While he won't kill indiscriminately, he has no issue with the less than humane treatment of his enemies. When it comes to civilian casualties you can think of the phrase "Kill millions to save billions." While he may not particularly enjoy killing innocent people, he won't hesitate to get his hands dirty if it means success.

I hope that clears that up, as I said I want you guys to develop your own ideas of what Shepard's like.

The four question was, when exactly is Shepard going to appear. Well in the prologue Antee'a (aka disembodied voice lady) said that the Senshi were hardly old enough to walk. So I'm thinking they're a bit over a year old, and as far as I know they're all around fourteen at the start of the series. The exact time Shepard enters the Sailor moon universe will be further discussed in this chapter, so hold your horses!

I also got asked, "How long until Shepard beats the living s**t out of someone" well, originally I wasn't going to have that happen until a little later, but just for you I'll add in a little mugger bashing.

Here goes either Chapter 2 or the Chapter 1, depending on what you view the prologue as.

Thirteen years. That's how long he'd been stuck here, waiting for the correct date to come about. Luckily, building an entirely new life from scratch kept him from having to sit and count minutes.

With some help from Antee'a, Shepard had begun by crafting a new personal profile. It was incredible to Shepard how easy hacking things was in this place and time. It might have just been his equipment, but when the time came the ex-spectre didn't have any trouble finagling his way into multiple government databases and placing several forged documents inside. Within a year of his stay, Eric Shepard became an average Japanese citizen. Well, a half American-Japanese citizen, since Shepard did not look at all Asian.

At first Shepard was going to set himself up in America, but then rethought it as his eventual charges did, in fact, live in Japan. So the twice deceased N7 had settled for being a well-educated Language arts teacher who made his home in a comfortable apartment located in Tokyo. In his old life, before his colony was attacked, and even after enlisting in the Alliance marines, Shepard had always remained fascinated by the different tongues of both earth and the galaxy. His Japanese was a little rusty, but after a quick refresher course he was speaking the dialect as naturally as though he had been born doing it.

The next five years seemed to go by in a flash for Shepard, between maintaining his cover, building a new life, and keeping an eye on his targets, he was a very busy man. Indeed, for a normal person constantly keeping a dossier on a group of young women for a long period of time would probably be seen as stalking. However, it is important to note that Shepard was far from a normal person, and quite honestly couldn't care less about what people thought of his parameters. Still, in order to not arouse suspicion all of Shepard's information gathering was done quite covertly. Meaning, he had Antee'a send him monthly updates on their activities, while he did a bit of surveillance. He had strategically placed his home in a location almost equidistant from the majority of the girls. Except for Makoto Anio, she resided a bit farther away than Shepard would have liked. Though thanks to his, seemingly all-knowing, partner in crime it wouldn't become that big of a problem until Shepard had to start personally keeping an eye on them. Luckily that probably wouldn't happen for a long while.

Unfortunately, after his total of six years in the world, Shepard started feeling something he hadn't thought he would ever come to feel: boredom. Commander Eric Shepard was bored. Shepard had, at one point, lived an action-packed life filled with anxiety, adrenaline rushes, and firefights. With all that gone, spy work on a few adolescent females proved to be extremely monotonous.

At least he had Antee'a to talk to though! She did provided some decent conversation, and when he conversed with her, at least he didn't have to look at the unusually large eyes everyone on this world seemed to have. In all seriousness though, Shepard did come to enjoy the talks he had with his "Invisible contact in the sky," as he had labeled her. Much like Samara, she provided an often contrary opinion and remained civil and collected through all controversy. As much as Shepard didn't want to admit it, he had become quite used to her being around, and in addition she also made one heck of an accountant.

Throughout all the waiting however, Shepard had never lost sight of his objective. So when the time did finally arrive that he would start his actually assignment, he was almost giddy. About as giddy as he could get at least, he had a smile on his face for a whole half-hour one morning.

He currently worked at the Juuban Middle school, as an assistant for the Language professor of class six. He was an aging man, who often had flashes of dementia as well as other medical issues that required him to stay home. This put Shepard in the position of kinda-sorta substitute teacher, as well as the manager of the professor's school-wise affairs, which weren't that much surprisingly. Ever if they were Shepard still would have minded the Job. The old man rather reminded him of Captain Anderson, if Captain Anderson had been an understanding, Japanese, family man by the name of, Nakasato Isoruko.

On this particular morning Shepard was passing by an alleyway on his way to the high school. An alleyway which happened to be one in which he had stopped a mugging in a short while ago. The N7 scoffed at the memory. He could have come up with better attack plans in his sleep.

He had come down this way after his Cerberus-ly augmented hearing picked up a frightened yelp. Upon arriving at the scene he came across a young man and woman being held at knife point by a sort of ragged looking fellow. He didn't bother to try and pick up the words as he grew closer to the trio.

When he heard his approach the would-be bandit whirled upon Shepard, who took in the sight of the small knife that was being pointed at him with little more than a tired glance.

"Shepard-sama," The girl squeaked. Almost all of the students knew of, or at least had hear of, the American born Language teacher who resided in the hallow halls of their school.

Shepard turned to the unlucky pair and said in perfect Japanese, "Head home, I'll deal with this."

The mugger attempted to say something in protest but the students were already past him and off down the alleyway. Leaving him alone with the intimidating schoolteacher.

The glow of Shepard scarring had long since disappeared, however many of the scars themselves remained. This made the Soldier even more terrifying to the criminal, who had unknowingly backed himself in a corner when he chose to do his work in this particular fenced off passage.

"Did you honestly think you could get away with this?" The almost thundering baritone threw the thief for a loop. A second ago the man had spoke with restraint and something nearing care in regard to the two classmates the mugger had ambushed. Now it sounded like the voice of the Grim Reaper himself, come to collect the soul of the unfortunate thug. This, in addition to being cornered, not only made the assailant scared it also made him aggressive.

The fight lasted about five seconds flat.

The thief threw a sloppy overhand slice which Shepard calmly sidestepped. Just before ramming an iron like fist into his enemy's stomach. That probably would have been enough, but in that one moment of bellicosity Shepard the Language Teacher, was replaced with Shepard the Alliance Marine, intent on showing his foe the error of his ways.

Without so much as a grunt, the N7 grabbed the crook by the neck, stood him up, took a step past him, and then slammed him into the hard concrete below. It was done in one clean, flowing moment that left the thief with a damaged spine and heavy concussion.

While walking away Shepard picked up the combatants weapon and said calmly, "You could've at least pick a better knife."

Shepard released a contented sigh as he approached the school. He had stress building up for a while, it had been a good way to discharge some of his pent up frustration.

As he stepped through the doors, several students immediately moved out of his way. All giving polite bows to him, which he returned with a nod of his head.

A few hours later found Shepard sitting at his desk, which was located directly to left of the entrance to Mr. Isoruko's office. Shepard had just finished arranging several of the student's reports for grading when the man himself walked into the office.

He was a fairly well built gentleman, square shoulders and confident strides. One could tell he had been quite fit in his youth. He wore a pair of rectangular reading glasses that rested about halfway down his nose. His hair was brown, as were his eyes, and he slipped off his grey sports jacket as he entered.

"Ah, Shepard-san. How do things go?" He asked kindly.

"I have arranged the student's reports on your desk for grading. I've already reviewed their work, all that's left is for you to sign off on it." Shepard gave his commentary, years of military training making him remain stiff as a board while addressing his superior.

Mr. Isoruko quietly chukled at the spectacle. He had told Shepard on multiple occasions that he needn't be so rigid, however Shepard had always insisted on being professional at all times. He, and his résumé, had never said anything about him being in the military, but Isoruko wasn't stupid. He knew a soldier when he saw one. However, he had grown to trust Shepard in the relatively short time they had worked together and had decided not to question him about it.

"Very good, why don't you head home for the day?"

Shepard looked up from a file he was browsing through, "Are you sure?" he asked, with a half raised eye brow.

Isoruko smiled and nodded, "Yes, I've finished the last classes of the day and do think I'll be heading home soon."

"Very well, sir. The reports will have to be graded as soon as possible however." Shepard subtly hinted at the reports the Mr. Isoruko had likely forgotten about.

His speculation proved true as the professor gained a shocked look on his face and said, "Of course! How could I have forgotten?" He quickly turned around and sat down at his desk.

Shepard grabbed his coat and briefcase and stepped out the door. He of course knew the reason Isoruko forgot, however he wasn't as insensitive as to tell him that. In the short time he had known the old man Shepard had come to like him, he never pried into anything, rarely got upset, and was brutally honest. It seemed like the term "Couldn't tell a lie" described the Professor perfectly.

In spite of this however, Isoruko presented a major threat. Despite his easy going exterior the Professor was extremely intelligent, and Shepard did not doubt that his superior already had a theory concerning him. The unfortunate fellow may not have known it, but he walked a fine line. If he discovered too much, then Shepard would be forced to dispose of him. Accidents happened, and Shepard would prefer not to be discovered this far into his mission. As he exited the school he happened to spot one-fifth of said mission about forty yards ahead of him, speaking to one of her friends as she walked.

Usagi Tsukino was, for lack of better term in Shepard's mind, tremendously annoying. She was always late, hardly ever paid attention, and was exceedingly clumsy. How she could be one of the people who were supposed to protect this earth he'd never know.

While Tsukino wasn't in the class he assisted with, Shepard had no problem acquiring her score sheets and was, less than impressed. He hoped she wasn't an important one of the five, he didn't want to spend any longer around her than was necessary.

In regard to the rest of his objectives, they all had been coming along nicely. Ami Mizuno attended Juuban and was turning into quite the genius, Shepard had no doubt she could give Tali and maybe even Liara a run for their money.

Rei Hino was had proven to be emotionally restrained and quite psychologically competent in most situations, other than that Shepard didn't have much to say about her. She led a simple life as a shrine maiden and attended some form of Roman Catholic school. Shepard worried about her the least.

Makoto Kino was set to be transferred to Juuban and Shepard had seen to it that she was placed in Mr. Isoruko's class. The unfortunate loss of her parents a short time ago hadn't reaped any major emotional negatives that Shepard new of, however he wanted to keep his eye on her, and what better way to do that then have her be in the class he helped oversee?

Minako Aino was the most promising so far. A short while ago she had discovered her abilities and had started hitting the streets under the guise of "Sailor V". Shepard had been keeping a close eye on her, but felt it would be better to reveal himself to all the Senshi at once rather that one at a time.

At this time Shepard had reached the school parking lot, where he promptly entered his car and drove to his apartment. The mentioned living space was, while not very large, quite well suited for providing any living space Shepard required.

It consisted of four rooms; a main room, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom. The majority of which all had the same color scheme, consisting of a white ceiling with light blue walls and a sort of pale blue carpet. The main room wasn't really much to look at, a couch sat up against the wall with a small coffee table in front of it. There was a coat rack in the corner and a doormat placed, much like the name suggests, in front of the door.

The kitchen held all of Shepard's culinary necessities; a jug of milk, and a jug of orange juice sat in a small white refrigerator by the window while a decent sized stack of standard U.S military issue MRE's sat neatly in one of the cupboards. Shepard had lived most his life on military rations and didn't care to try and change his habits, therefore he was pleasantly surprised to find that military rations didn't taste much different in this world than in his.

The small eatery also housed a small micro wave, a sink, an over which Shepard almost never used, and another cupboard which held one plate, one bowl, one basic set of utensils, and one drinking mug. Despite living in Japan Shepard had never really started using Chopsticks, mostly because he never went out to eat, and also because he never really ate anything other than the pre-prepared food which sat in0 his other cupboard. The kitchens floor, unlike most of the other rooms, had a white tile flooring, something it shared with the bathroom

In said bathroom there was, exactly what you'd expect to be in a bathroom. Shower, toilet, sink, mirror, as well as Shepard's toiletries which included his toothbrush, tooth paste, dental floss, mouthwash, and other basic items.

The bedroom was probably the most interesting part of the living space. In the corner there was a small cot which severed as Shepard's bed, next to it there was a dresser with three drawers, which contained his more casual garments. On the other side of the room sat a desk and a chair, hanging about which was a large map of Tokyo. Next to the desk sat a padlocked filing cabinet which contained everything he had on the Sailor Senshi. Every piece of knowledge he had, every observation he had made lied inside that filing cabinet, so of course he had made sure it was adequately secured.

See this was no ordinary Filing cabinet, no, it was one he had specifically requisitioned from Antee'a. One that just so happened to be specifically keyed to his DNA so that anyone else who tried to gain access those files, would receive a wakeup call consisting of 7000 volts of electricity.

Then of course there came the closet, which turned out to be surprisingly spacious. It was also locked up and secured the same way as the files, although for a different reason. Behind the white door there was, not only Shepard's finer clothing for his job at the school, but in a neat pile off to the side proudly sat his N7 battle armor, polished and shiny. There were also a two pairs of grey sneakers, a pair of dress shoes, and a foot locker containing, not only his weapons, but enough grenades and ammunition to last at least a few days of straight fighting.

Shepard had arrived back at his apartment at roughly five thirty, and had a simple plan for the rest of the night. He had received intelligence from Antee'a that Usagi Tsukino would be making her first appearance as her alter-ego tonight. Whether or not she would regain all of her memories was still up-in-the-air though. So the ex-spectre planned on donning his armor for the first real op in years, and staking out Tsukino's house. When she made a move, he would be watching.

Shepard had gotten set fast. He had his armor on, and his weapons loaded up for the thing he had been waiting for, for near fourteen years now. After tonight he had a feeling things were going to start kicking off, and frankly he was read for some action. He decided to only bring his M-97 Viper and his M-6 Carnifex for this mission, as he didn't think he'd need to do much, if any, fighting.

After a quick review of his equipment Shepard was out the window. One thing he greatly appreciated about the N7 armor was how flexible it was. Granted it was a little difficult to get out the small viewing space, but once he did, it was easy to maneuver down into the back streets and make his way toward Tsukino's home.

Upon his arrival it was nearing seven o'clock, just starting to get dark. Shepard had purposely taken his time getting here, as he was aware that his target liked to stop at an arcade and play video games for as long as she was able. He was surprised she wasn't home yet though, perhaps she had to take a detour.

Just then he saw her coming down the street, her head up and hands clasping her brief case in front of her. Upon her entering her home there was a brief period of silence during which Tsukino's younger brother walked up to the house, then there was a shout, and Usagi Tsukino was being pushed out the door by her mother. The next few moments were rather comical. Tsukino started yelling at her brother, then attempting to kick him as he closed the door, resulting in her injuring her foot. Shepard would have to teach her how fight properly. He was reeeeeally looking forward to that.

Tsukino banged on the door for a little while before finally being let back inside. His entertainment now gone, it was time for the war-hero to play the waiting game. So play it he did.

It turned out Shepard didn't have to wait long at all. About 45 minutes of 'crouching in a grove of trees' later, through her open bedroom window, he saw her flop down onto her bed. Not long after, a sleek black cat jumped up onto her window sill and proceeded to take a swipe at Tsukino's nose. The girl in question sprung up from her bed making a startled explanation and then stared at the cat for for a while. Then she just laid back down on her bed, no yelling or anything. She just flopped back down like a sack of potatoes.

He couldn't make out the words she was speaking, but he saw her spring back up and grab something out of the cat's outstretched paw. It looked like a brooch of some kind, not the strangest thing he'd ever seen but cats didn't normally act as a delivery service, at least as far as he knew. Coming to the conclusion that it had to be some sort of unknown animatronic Shepard raised the Viper and took aim, you could never be too careful.

He was so focused on the cat/robot that he didn't pay much attention to Tsukino looking at herself in a mirror. A bright light turned on, and he heard her say some something along the lines of, "Moon Prism Power, Make-up!" Shepard blinked. What in the…

The light intensified and when it died down Tsukino was in a white sailor costume leotard, complete with a large red bow on the front, and a blue mini-skirt. She also wore white gloves and red knee high boots. Her hair was still the same but the two balls on the top of her head now sported red discs. On her forehead there was now a golden tiara with a red gem in the center.

In Shepard personal opinion she looked ridiculous, but then again beggars couldn't be choosers. Apparently she had discovered her powers, or something like that. Shepard didn't really understand how the whole thing was supposed to work. Still though, he would like to see how the fabric of her "uniform" held up in combat.

He was pulled out of his musing when the girl made an exclamation and then rushed out of her bedroom door, the cat hot on her heals. A few seconds later they were out the front door and headed down the street. As Shepard took off after them he concluded that her family was either asleep or extremely unobservant if they didn't notice what looked like someone straight out of some twisted version of the future rushing through the hallway.

They ended up at a large jewelry store that belonged to one of Tsukino's friend's mother. That must have been why she was in such a rush. He didn't know how she knew something was wrong but apparently she was right. Shepard still wanted to check her combat prowess, so he took up position on top of a small café and used the enhanced scope on the Viper to peer through the window.

Tsukino's confrontation with the "Old Hag", as she had adequately dubbed her, was still in its prime when she started yelling.

"I am the pretty guardian in a sailor suit, guardian of love and justice Sailor Moon! In the name of the moon I'll punish you!"

What. The hell. Shepard resisted the urge to do a face palm. If she was trying to intimidate her foe she was doing a terrible job. The stance she took was more suited to a magazine cover.

He heard some shouting coming from her opponent, then saw a crowd of red eyed people come shambling down the street toward the shop. Their skin had turned an odd shade of grey, and the way they moved about eerily reminded him of husks. He was about to open fire when he took another look at the scenario.

This could prove to be a fantastic trial run for "Sailor Moon's" abilities. If things got out of hand Shepard would step in, but he wanted to get some more information first.

The fight, if you could call it that, was almost comical. Tsukino ran in a circle around a showcase before she was pinned between one of the indoctrinated civilians and their larger force. Then she started screaming. He had to admit, the noise she generated even caused him to wince.

"Stop crying Sailor Moon, do it now!"

Shepard checked his motion tracker, up on a balcony to the far left. He couldn't make out who it was, but he would need to keep an eye on it. That was, until he heard and saw something even more disconcerting.

"Do it now Sailor Moon! Take the tiara! Scream 'Moon Tiara Boomerang'!" The cat…talked. And if that wasn't enough the little fur-ball was giving Tsukino instructions on how to use her equipment! He wasn't that surprised really. After all, he had seem some very strange things in his time and a talking cat hardly topped the list. He was simply…unprepared for it.

Tsukino follow the cat's directions to a tee. After simply being touched, the tiara appeared in her hand spinning like a top. She yelled what she was instructed and hurled the circlet at the old woman, if that's what she actually was. Shortly thereafter the target crumpled over and disintegrated into a pile of dust, and the people surrounding Tsukino lost their morbid hues and slumped over onto the ground.

Shepard then turned his eyes back to the balcony to find a man standing on a window ledge. He was decked out in a complete three piece suit. White gloves, shirt, bowtie, and vest with black slacks, shoes, and long tailed suit-coat. The most profound parts about him however, were a large gold pocket watch, a top hat, a long black cape, and a white eye mask that didn't do a good job of covering his eyes.

The man leapt off the window sill to a lamp post, Tsukino ran out after him and stopped on the street corner. He dramatically jumped off the lamp and Shepard could barely make of the words, "My name is Tuxedo Mask," before he "disappeared" into the night. Shepard could clearly see him running across a rooftop not too far from his position and decided that, with Tsukino's problem dealt with, and her capabilities observed, he would go see who this new jokester was.

Sticking to the shadows Shepard charged after Tuxedo Mask, who had significantly slowed his pace allowing Shepard to easily catch up. The suit wearing moron didn't even know what hit him.

Mamoru Chiba had just left his first run in with Sailor Moon. He had to admit she was a lovely girl, though she appeared a bit inexperienced. His blood was racing from his quick get away, and he was about to take a deep breath to calm down when something big, black, and hard slammed into his side. The forced from the blow sent him tumbling across the rooftop, his side ached and would probably bruise. As he started to get up, he was kicked hard in the chest which sent him rolling even farther. This time though he stood up quickly and launched a right hook at the assailant, it didn't go as he planned. His first was caught almost casually, and then Mamoru got his first good look at his enemy.

The thing had to be at least six feet tall, wrapped in armor black as midnight the gleamed under the moon. A long dark red stripe ran down its right arm, from its shoulder guard down to its gauntleted hand. The helm copied the style with the same dark red streak going from the top of the neck, over the dome of the head, down to the tinted black glass visor.

He was torn out of his inspection when he was roughly grabbed by the lapel, hefted over the things head and body slammed into the ground. Whatever this thing was, it was strong.

All the air had been driven from his body, and Mamoru could only watch as creature ripped off his white mask. It paused to study his face and then released him, dropped the fabric that protected his identity on the ground next to him, and stormed off to the side of the roof.

Mamoru was still gasping for breath, but managed to wheeze out a pathetic, "What are you?"

The only sign the thing gave that it heard him was a slight turn of its metal head. It didn't even grace him with an answer before it leapt off the roof and into the alley below.

His top hat long since fallen off, Tuxedo mask rolled over to place a hand on his now throbbing back. Despite the pain, the encounter had taught him something. That being the fact that he had gotten much too comfortable. He would have to be more careful if whatever this thing was had made Tokyo its new stomping grounds.

Aaaaand scene! So what did you think? Was installment #2 all that you had hoped for? I sure hope so because it took for friggin' ever to write. Probably one of the longest things I ever written as a matter of fact.

First off let me say that I am very sorry if I got any franchise information wrong, and I apologize if I used –san and -sama wrong when he was talking with professor what's-his-face and the students. If I did get anything wrong please let me know.

Also let me know what you think about the story in general. I know that there wasn't much of any action, and I know that all the exposition probably got monotonous, but I really wanted to use this chapter to explain where Shepard stood with the world. If you've got any questions please review, if you've seen anything that was incorrect please review, if you've got nothing to say then, hey, review anyway because why the heck not?!

Regards,

JMB401