A/N: Hello, everyone. I'm sorry for the long delay of this chapter. I didn't realize how hard it really is to keep a first person perspective, especially one alien to human customs.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. I know it's a little more detached from the corresponding show, but I hope to create a slightly more parallel story with the Egg in the next few chapters. Who knows? Maybe coincidence isn't really a coincidence after all?


We had returned to Raye's home that day, tired, but triumphant. To be honest, I was glad to finally have a fellow machine to talk with during those lonely hours in the night.

But, that did cause a question to rise within me, one which I promptly voiced.

"Where will Co stay? I doubt Raye's grandfather will like having another orphan in his home."

My master nodded in agreement.

"That is a problem, Drake. Grandpa wanted you only because of you knowledge with food."

I heard a sigh, as Coconuts slumped forward, discouraged.

"I suppose I could live on the roof... foraging for spare used oil when I can find it..." he groaned.

I heard a chuckle behind me, my analyzers identifying it as Amy's.

"Don't be so ridiculous, Coconuts! My mother's hardly at home. Besides, I think you'd feel more comfortable away from prying eyes." She tilted her head oddly, a smile playing across her lips, "Just call it a guess."

My fellow machine nodded, almost... happy?

"Oh, Thank you, Amy!" he squeaked, hugging her tightly.

I chuckled, trying to replicate a human emotion. A... warm, fuzzy feeling seemed to bloom from my core again. I would have to analyze this strange phenomenon in further detail at some point. However, my last analysis of this event proved it to have no adverse effect on my system. Perhaps just a minor bug.

As Serena, Coconuts, and Amy all waved to my master and I, I couldn't help but feel that things were beginning to heat up. This Negaverse had already suffered multiple losses, and lost a major robotic minion. And yet... my Chaos Algorithm hinted that these past few events are merely the startup sequences for a far larger program at bay..

The next morning, I rose and began working on my master and her grandfather's breakfast, a simple compilation of poultry eggs mixed with vegetables and a processed dairy product called 'cheese'. The recipe called it an omelette.

Having finished the preparation, I bid the two a good day, and proceeded to return to their storage building, continuing my work on repairing the vehicle.

So far, I had managed to pull the top half of the engine off, which seemed solidly built, despite the serious rust and warping.

I pulled up a piston, carefully checking it against several tools I had, and rested it back into the block.

Reattaching the battery, I turned the engine, checking the piston movement, smiling slightly with satisfaction at the perfect synchronization I had obtained.

The constant rattling of a spun bearing reminded me, however, that I still had a long way to go before this old automobile was roadworthy again.

As I removed the bolts holding the crankshaft in place, I heard a voice call out from the door.

"Still working on that piece of junk?"

I rolled out from underneath the truck, I saw Raye's grandfather enter, looking slightly disgusted.

"I don't mind you working on that old pile, but I need you to run a few errands for me," he said, handing me a short list.

I nodded, getting up.

"I'll do it at once... after I clean off this grime."

I pulled out the list, checking the last thing off. Having accomplished my tasks, I prepared to return back to Raye's home.

"You... Traitor, Amy! Don't come crying to me when it's a disaster!" I heard a shout... Serena's. I'd know that voice anywhere. Especially since I hadn't fully repaired my hearing sensors since her last scream.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking around. Serena, besides Luna, was alone.

"Oh, Drake!" I heard the blonde organic shout, crying into my arms. "It's awful! Raye won two tickets on the romantic Sunset Cruise, and is taking Amy instead of me!"

I looked at her in confusion. Romance... on a boat?

Shrugging off the obvious illogic, I simply replied, "They're her tickets. I think she can choose who she wishes to go on the cruise. If it makes you feel better, I didn't get invited, either."

Of course, I failed to mention that I wouldn't have wanted to go anyway. Machines have no interest in love. Furthermore, my algorithms suggested that the event would have led to unnecessary tensions due to the human nature of assumption.

Serena pulled off, sniffing a last few tears back.

"Right. But, shouldn't Sailor Senshi stick together?" she asked.

There was no doubting her logic.

"You are right. However, I believe Amy and Raye will be fine on this trip."

Serena nodded, seeming to give into my assurances, but I noticed a small flicker in her eyes, like she wasn't about to give up. One way or another, she was getting on that cruise.

At least, that's what I could gather from the Chaos Algorithm.

I sat back down, continuing to pull that darned crankshaft. Was it welded into place?

Coconuts sat back on a small box, letting out a small whistle.

"So, Raye took Amy instead of you?"

I nodded, grunting a little as I finally wrenched the shaft out of the block.

"Yeah. I don't mind though, romance isn't something we really know about. I mean, I think she might have gotten the wrong idea. Besides, I don't think I'm exactly watertight."

I heard him chuckle a little, sitting back.

"Oh, Drake, you're hilarious! Of course she would have gotten the wrong idea, but what do you think they'll think of two young women on a couple's cruise," he giggled, the concept seeming to find amusement within him.

I raised an eyebrow, thinking.

"They'll think of two women desperate for dates and hoped to meet guys on this cruise?" I asked, wondering if that was it.

He shrugged, laughter ceasing.

"Eh, close enough."

I looked over the part I had just pulled. I'd have to get a new shaft. Cracked right down the middle.

But, that could wait until later, as I stood up.

"Think either one's ready yet?"

Coconuts simply laughed.

"You don't know females, do you?"

We stood at the docks, looking at the other couples boarding.

I looked at Raye. Her red dress... which seemed to be the same color as my paint, brought out her eyes, while her white gloves protected her hands... and bore a strange resemblance to the ones painted onto my own appendages.

"What are you looking at?" she growled, "Do I have a spot or something?"

I shook my head, as a thought crossed my mind.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a small device, which looked like a small gold necklace, a golden locket inlaid with silver in the shape of two birds in flight. It was a little rough around the edges, but served its purpose well enough.

"Here..." I said, attaching it to her neck.

I saw her eyes fill with something unusual... not tears, but confusion.

"Drake..."

I touched the small ruby in between the two birds, which clicked slightly.

"It's the best I could do at the time. While you wear this, I can help monitor things remotely. Even though I cannot physically be on the boat with you girls, I can still see what you see, and hear what you hear," I explained.

Even Coconuts seemed surprised by my presentation.

"How did you build something like that so quickly?" he asked.

I shrugged, unable to find an answer.

Raye nodded in understanding. "Something to do with your damaged memories, huh?"

Amy looked around, a little confused.

"Where's Serena?"

The cruise ship left the port, as Coconuts and I settled down on a nearby crate.

"You think the Negaverse might attack that boat?" he asked.

I shrugged, running the logic again through my Chaos Algorithm.

"It's possible. There's a boat filled with humans filled with energy, in one form or another. There's no nearby Senshi that can attack as far as they know, and it's a remote location that's not easily accessible by conventional means."

My simian friend nodded in agreement.

"So, you planted that camera on Raye on purpose?"

I nodded, relaying the stream to his own system.

"Wow, I've never seen so many people before..." he said, "If we could eat, I'd be munching on some popcorn right now."

I looked over at Coconuts.

"You seem to know a large amount regarding humans," I commented.

He shrugged, smiling weakly. "Not really, Eggrobo. Just some old movies. In fact... I think I still have some uploaded right now."

"Movies... as in fictional recordings of made-up instances?" I queried, vaguely recalling my master's lesson on such things. "Typically made for entertainment?"

My fellow machine nodded.

"Yeah. It's still fun to watch some of them. Here, let me put one on. Nothing's happening right now. Besides, aren't you tuned to Raye's transformation... thing?"

I shrugged, as he put on a movie. It seemed one of those strange films in black and white. The premise was a doctor using his vast intellect to breathe life into a corpse, creating a living monster for him to control.

Strange overall... it felt somehow... familiar. Perhaps I had seen a similar video before my memory erasure?

As I contemplated this, my alarm suddenly rang, knocking Coconuts to the ground, as I stood up, scanning the horizon for the cruise ship.

"Energy shift." I said, Focusing on the ship, calculating the distance. "Roughly equivalent to the one I sensed before at the amusement park."

My simian friend leaped up, looking in the same direction.

"It's too far out, though. Even if you went alone, I don't think you have enough power to make that long of a flight."

I nodded in agreement. My system, while designed for flight, lacked the energy output to sustain a half-mile flight above a water expanse.

If only we had some kind of transportation...

"Hey! Look at that!" my chimpanzee friend shouted, tugging me towards a red biplane moored by the dock, out of sight.

I looked it over.

"Intriguing design. It would definitely get us there, but I have no idea how to fly one." I said, looking over the controls, the aircraft's tail bearing the name "Sonic" on it.

Sonic... why did that name sound so familiar...

I inadvertently touched the craft, sending a current up arm into my body. Coconuts gasped as I looked at him.

"Y-y-your body... it's reverted." he stammered.

I looked down, to see the metallic gleam of my paint reflecting my mechanical face.

"This could be problematic..." I said.

"You have no idea..." a voice said behind me, a weapon clicking into place at the back of my head.

I slowly turned, seeing an orange anthropomorphic fox with two tails, pointing a bright yellow gun at my face.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't trash you right now, badnik!" he demanded.

I stared, trying to process his request, wondering why he was so defensive.

"I do not have any quarrel with you. I need you to help my friend and I on a flight to assist our allies on that cruise ship," I explained, pointing out to sea.

The fox glared at it, distrustful.

"Why would two machines want to go on a romance cruise, except to cause trouble?" he challenged, glaring at my friend. "Your disguise didn't work, Coconuts."

My friend stepped forward, his body shaking from perhaps a bad servo.

"Y-y-you see, Tails..." he began, oil leaking again from his head. He really should get that checked. "We have some friends on that boat... that happen to be girls. They're in a bit of trouble right now, and Eggrobo here lacks the power to propel himself across the ocean to help them."

The fox, Tails, lowered his weapon slowly.

"Does this have anything to do with those wild energy shifts?" he asked, staring suspiciously at the both of us.

I nodded, explaining what I knew about the Negaverse, and my encounter with the Sailor Senshi.

Tails nodded, closing his eyes.

"Ever since I wound up here, I've been detecting all kinds of power shifts. The two may be related. It's strange, though... Even though you're just a machine, you're willing to come to the aid of your friends?"

I shrugged, the only expression I could find in my resources to apply. "The one named Raye is my master. I will follow her to the ends of the earth if necessary."

After several minutes of silence, the fox opened his mouth to speak.

"It's crazy and doesn't make much sense, but I'll fly you in."