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The Pretty Cures respite were not optimal, much to the protests of those who support them. While a month had gone by and the restoration was steadily rebuilding the damages amongst the planet and other stars, U.C.C.G could not wait. The cost of many lives were the points of outrage and detest towards the Pretty Cures.
Although the nations of the galaxies have the right to defend themselves together or alone, the Pretty Cures sole focus must be the Beurs alone. No weapons or inventions as of yet were capable of defeating the Beurs, other than warding them off. This was not enough to ease the pressure and fear in many galaxies that the Beur might rise or come out of nowhere.
Hence, the U.C.C.G's fortresses out in space, where many of the galaxy's species were gathered to hold the Beurs off together. Sadly, not all would be united to help one another against an unbeatable enemy. With politics and the Beurs becoming an asset of advantage and disadvantage to their tools, distrust were spread wide. Of course, in the U.C.C.G's fortress was a neutral ground where any species caught luring Beurs towards the fortress would be punishable to genocide, including committing atrocities to another species.
An extreme course of punishment that had many civilizations making sacrifices to their own people just to cut off the Beurs tailing after them, and sometimes with other means to appeal and neutralize the amonisty caused by animosity (truce). Then, those that have reached the fortress without the Beurs following or in sight would be protected. Later, combined forces would be sent to where the Beur was last seen to ward them. Although cruel, it was necessary that the U.C.C.G's fortress remain standing because of the network of information streaming there and the mass numbers capital ships and such.
At the moment, the Pretty Cures were brought to the centre of the huge council chamber. Vast numbers of species with their ambassadors, councillors, and governments were found sitting on the chairs of their own platforms amongst the masses of others. The Pretty Cures were outnumbered from two-to-four hundred-thousand species circling around them.
As Cure Black and Cure White waited on their own platform together, the Queen and some supporters beside them, and many others supporting the Pretty Cures were hovering above them. It was almost as if those above the Pretty Cures demeaned them. Not all were ill of intent. It was a showing of defensive walls that while the supporters backed Pretty Cures, they want ownership that which could never be obtained only in face.
The proceeding had already begun the moment the Pretty Cures and four hundred-thousand races have gathered inside the dome chamber. Outside the windows of the dome were swarms and hornets space shuttles and ships buzzing around the fortress. The restoration went on and sought resourceful aid.
Meanwhile, the proceedings bore the brains out of the Pretty Cures. In the chamber, endless noise and chatter were thrown back and forth about the laws, politics, and other issues that were irrelative to the Pretty Cures' attention. The Pretty Cures were forced to wait until the 30 Calculus Judges raised attention. Fortunately, it was at twenty-two hours later.
"The Judges are ready!" the booming voice echoing and released by a small, lean stature scale-fur female Aruganah, silenced the court and brought all attention to the Calculus Judges.
The 30 Calculus Judges of a diverse race sat on a single platform filled with monitors at its bottom and data running down the screens. They were composed of a single unit to adhere and maintain the rules and laws within the court, while passing accurate judgement on the subject. They judge the proceeding without bias or leaning to any of their own kin.
Moreover, in the possession of the Calculus Judges was a supercomputer that allowed them to assess the lies, truths, and contradictions from a wide-scale, calculated perspective. This imminently would affect the judges as well from misconduct or ulterior motives the supercomputer would unravel. However, as the supercomputer determined too many possible factors and outcomes based on percentages that were likely or unlikely. The supercomputer did not take into the account of the Judge's communication to each other.
By oath and vows, as well as deep-seated integrity, the 30 Calculus Judges took the supercomputer's information with unwavering composure and decisive unity of minds. Vital communications, signals, and mass data being examined, simulated, and organised such that it was impossible to tip the balance of power or influence in politics or elsewise.
"Court is in session." A stout man on eight legs and six arms stated – a Tarnaook species with silken webs forming the entire mass of body a living organic race.
All eyes were directed at the banner as the Calculus Judges tap their gavel on the block of their tables. The banner's symbol had a large spread of violet branches on the light blue background, 50 Declaration Papers on the front as proof to the agreement of the rules in U.C.C.G's unification, and lastly a black node at the centre representing the network and information that would be passing to the Judges gotten or received without quarrels or hostility.
"We begin now, on the proceedings of the Pretty Cures liability amongst the galaxies." The Tarnaook said.
It began with the opening procedure, and then the sorting and calling of the spokesmen to come to the front to speak about the issues. The ratio of supporters to Pretty Cures and to the adversaries were thirty-six and sixty-four percent. It would be a long time until for the court to be over, probably even extending up to six months or even a year debate. The Pretty Cures swallowed their sighs and braced themselves for a long, long, long rebuttal and argument.
In just one month, the Pretty Cures shocked the galaxy about the returning of Malice coins. There was shock and silence, and then roars of panic and denial surged within the chamber. The judges silenced them, and asked why the information was withheld. The Queen's scouts and the allies helping her, stated that the Malice coin had appeared after the defeated Beur's pseudo-apocalyptic attacks. They needed confirmation of the Malice coin appearance whether it was from the Beur, or that it had surged during the attack.
150 years ago, an ambitious old man, Professor Kilo Coin had been researching the Beurs and Malice in hopes of understanding them. Kilo was proud of his intellect and containment of the Beurs and Malice without help from the Garden of Light, and earned his reputation and success. Sharing the knowledge of the Beurs and Malice, Kilo gained supporters, investors, and manpower to further his studies.
However, Kilo's studious and curious pursuit became malformed from the surroundings of people. The pressure, burden, and debilitating demands ruined the old man's stability. What was once Kilo's goal, turned into wanton desires that he had no interest to fulfil.
Regrettably, Kilo was conspired against and had all his work stripped from his sweat and blood. Taken advantage and exploited, Kilo shut down their attempts and any knowledge that he had gained and shared into a resourceful advantage, the Malice coin. Professor Kilo Coin was then defamed and sentenced to death for empowering the Beur. The reasons for committing such a crime was made into an example to further exploit any studies and research pertaining Beurs coming from others.
"Girls!" Queen happily cried, running into the Garden of Light's private administration office after discussing with the VIPs behind the closed door.
Just as Cure Black and Cure White stood up to meet Queen, they were enveloped in a big hug. Cure Black and Cure White laughed as they were aware of their Queen's displeasure throughout the court. It was the same for a lot of the other governments.
"You have saved me a lifetime of boredom and aging misery." Queen exasperatedly and amusedly said, stepping back as she took Cure Black and Cure White's hands.
"You don't look any different, Queen." Cure Black said, giggling as she earned a playful swat of her fringes from Queen's hand.
Cure White amusedly smirked and added, "Cure Black is right. If we're not considering statistics."
Queen released their hands and stretched out two fingers on each hands, "Four thousand years, ladies." She gloated.
Cure Black and Cure White rolled their heads as they amusedly said, "Still radiant and blindingly beautiful."
Queen clapped her hands and gave slight tilt of her head that expressed her pleasure, or perhaps a sly satisfaction. While a mature woman in the eyes of a human, Queen was more often forgotten that she was not a physical matter. Queen was an entity of light, and a divine spirit in some form.
"Anyway, have you both been informed and exercised about the Malice Coin?" Queen asked, patting Cure Black's and Cure White's shoulder as she went around them to sit on the chair.
Cure White answered, "Yes we have. Although, what is Pretty Cures' purpose now with the appearance of Malice coins?" She took a glance at Cure Black who was preparing tea to be brought to the table.
They moved to take their seats: Cure Black next to Queen, and Cure White in front of Cure Black. Queen leaned forward on the chair and swept her hand across the table, a small pyramid figurine appearing on it. Cure Black returned to the table with a tray with a flask and three tea cups on it. They took a moment to settle themselves with their drinks while waiting for the pyramid object to operate itself. A beep sounded from within the pyramid, followed by lights briefly shining from within as it split and shifted the piled bricks around and outwards.
The small pyramid figurine was in fact, a pocket computer as it shifted its shape into a square cup. The small bricks forming the base of the square cup glowed and projected a hologram above it. The bricks around the edges then spun out to lift up the base, illuminating a square light beneath. The bricks around the edges tilted, shifting the square light hovering in front of Queen a set of holographic images.
Queen rest her cup on the saucer and placed it on the table before tapping an index finger on a document image. The hologram placed the document to the centre and expanded, revealing what looked like a family tree. The Pretty Cures noticed that the family tree was in fact, a line of people that were DoRei-Love soldiers that have tried to combat the Beurs.
The DoRei-Love soldiers were somewhat akin to magical girls, but they rally people with cultural arts (poetry, music, literature, etc.) to weaken and dissuade the Beurs movement. Since the Beurs fed from negative quintessence, DoRei-Love soldiers combat that by amplifying and awakening positive quintessence. Even now, DoRei-Love soldiers were all over the galaxies doing their best to kindle positivity in their present moments and memories.
Queen put her fingers on the hologram, splaying her fingers wide, and then twisting her wrist to pick the people she wanted. Both Cure Black and Cure White recognised a dozen names that Queen had picked out. They were adventurers, explorers, bards, musicians, artists, writers, and other such occupations that involve moving about from place to place or influencing widely. Some stayed for a long-term, and some other stayed for a short-term based on their activities.
"Now, I would like you both to speak with these constants that have reported to our intelligence in your own time." Queen said, folding her hands on her lap as she leaned back to relax her posture – a sign of relief.
"Huh. So we have information on the Malice coins' location already?" Cure Black inquired, looking at Queen after putting her tea cup on the table as Cure White had already taken notes.
Queen replied, "No." She lifted her hand and swept it across the hologram, going from left to right, and then to the bottom, stopping there and curling her fingers in.
The hologram switched into a stack of flat planes with blocks on it in rows and columns. Queen rotated her wrist as she flattened her fingers outward. The lowest plane was isolated, removing the rest from the hologram. The blocks then chip into smaller pieces, lying them spread. Queen took a moment to look over the cubes, and then reached out for one of them at the top side corner. Picking the cube between her thumb, index and middle finger, she pulled it up and pinched it.
A click could be heard, and all the cubes dispersed into specks. The specks filled the hologram and the office, eventually creating a simulated environment. As the three women remained seated and drank their tea, the simulated environment came into completion.
It was a town lacking civil etiquette and manners from first impressions. The abodes and buildings had rickety look from their wooden architecture and constructs, enforced with granite or marble base platforms and supports. The natives wore quite the daring garments exposing many of their flesh, except for their private mentionable of the chest and lower region. They appear volatile and yet, harmless and fragile.
The natives were a species of Yotoom: grey big-headed, bulging facial features, and slender, lean limbs and body almost that of stick figure. Despite of their appearance and stature, they were surprisingly advanced with their special physical ability. Their body was able to absorb ore and mineral composites, and then releasing them into a desired form, shape, and state.
Although excellent builders and engineers, they lack coordination and attention to their constructions. They somehow survive from accidents and less than safe buildings. It reasonably happened more often as to stimulate and expand their brains. Because their brains were stilted from the lack of circulation; failure, physical pain and exertion was key to mental growth. They were not dumb or unintelligent in a lot ways, as their brains were exceptionally mentally durable from mind readers and physical damage.
To some, it was unfortunate, but the Yotoom's genetics of the brain was compromised from absorbing minerals and ore composites into their body. Thus, whilst harmless from storing the composites, their internal circulation of the brain, suffered from maintaining the composites exposing into other vital organs.
"For now, a DoRei-Love soldier believed that a Malice coin would most likely appear in Uwoah." Queen said.
"They are presuming?" Cure White asked, her lips frowning.
Queen handed the tea over to Cure Black for a refill, "For what it's worth, the Yotoom were acting strange according to the DoRei-Love soldier." She replied.
Cure Black crinkled her nose, "The Yotoom are strange." She stated, and was chastised with a glare from Cure White as she sunk into her seat while giving Queen her tea.
Queen giggled, "However, the Yotoom have not been building since the report came in on the day after the attack." She explained.
"Even so, it's not unusual that they have a different routine as required for their well-being." Cure Black said, tilting her head to the side.
"Indeed. But not when it is the whole of Yotoom behaving this way and reporting themselves feeling wrong." Queen explained, earning a startled look from Cure Black and Cure White.
"That definitely warrants an investigation. Should we do it ourselves or…?" Cure White asked.
"Leave the investigation to the DoRei-Love soldier. This may be the Yotoom experiencing an evolution through a different lifestyle than their everyday required routine. There are doctors and scientist helping the Yotoom from further taking ill-advised risks that they themselves want to change." Queen answered, her hand reaching up to put her crown down on the table.
Cure Black cheered, "Good! Now, did you see the look on that Gyumoren's face?" She huffed as she combed her bangs back.
"Oh dear." Cure White groaned as she shook her head and amusedly smiled.
Queen followed with a laugh, relaxing and going on chatting with the women she had treated like her own daughters. The hologram vanished, and the shape-shifting gadget had returned to its pyramid form, returning the office into view.
The long following hours had them trapped in the U.C.C.G's fortress waiting to finish the process of informations and proceedings in the court chambers to allow conclusion of the matter. There were others that have matters that needed addressing and insight from the Calculus Judges to maintain stable relationships based on their activities of their own specie's progress. For that matter, it was at the far back of the mind for those who have no further concerns in involving other species for their own benefit and or growth. It was just too tasking and too much waiting for the process to finish.
And so, Queen and the magical warrior women spent their time chatting away, or slipping into playful minutes and hours to wait for their leave. They were hesitant to touch Queen like they would hug or loop an arm around their mother. It was better at Queen's palace or their outpost from around the galaxies – away from prying eyes. Even then, Queen would approach them and give them her love, as they have to her.
Queen had never thought, that she would be friends with the Pretty Cures even though she was their guide and teacher. Sadly, the past haunted Queen from the blood and souls she had taken of the Fallen Pretty Cures corrupted from the Beur's Malice.
A gentle touch on Queen's shoulder and another on her hand brought her out of her thoughts. Queen saw two brilliant smiles at her, Cure Black and Cure White. It sometimes surprised Queen that Cure Black and Cure White could tell what was going in her despite of her appearance. Queen wished she could have shared a deeper bond of friendship and love with the previous Pretty Cures. Still, Queen must press on, to care and cherish these two women who were once girls pulled away from their family and life – eternally bound to fight Beurs for as long as either remained.