In the after math of the beach brawl every one was looking for a scapegoat. So they blamed the Hitikori corporation. No payment was made towards the sprawling mega corp and Sailor Hitikori has yet to recover from been chastised by Queen serenity herself.
In the mean time Miranda had been sent back home and Nunatak had been informed her planet was now a protectorate of crystal Tokyo. Which means no one would dare invade their planet, which means they would lose a valuable food source, and that means her people would go hungry.
M2 hadn't gotten out of all this scott free either. She'd been ordered to place Sailor Nunatak under protective custody to help "educate" her on proper etiquette. The admiral recommended shock treatment with Jupiter. M2 however decided to just take her somewhere quiet and talk this out.
"I understand you tried to shoot down some seagulls"
"Sorry about that, I thought the other scouts might be hungry"
"And it didn't occur to you the others might respond erratically to gun shots"
"Aren't we all resistant to small arms fire?"
M2 thought for a minute. She'd heard stories about how Neptune was able to resist .50 cal fire and that some sailors had exhibited amazing resilience to enemy attacks. However her mother had been too busy working on medical and transport based advancements to even think of such trivial details.
"It's a bit dangerous to make hasty over generalizations. Like when I assumed that you were a demon"
Nunatak nodded.
" You weren't the first and you won't be the last."
M2 took a good long look at the soldier from the edge. They were trying so hard to smile. Yet the unknown sailor could see through all that.
"It doesn't matter", responded M2, "You fight for the Queen. What else matters?"
Nunatak looked up at the sky. Fully aware that her planet was hidden behind a curtain of stars.
"Yeah, what else matters?"