I don't own Sailor Moon, nor did I create it. Naoko Takeuchi created Sailor Moon, this is just my alternate universe version, a sort of "If I created Sailor Moon" story...
Note: Any dialogue written like this, unless another language is specified, is in Japanese. Furthermore, any dialogue in Japanese will use Japanese naming convention, which puts family(last) name first, followed by given name.
CHAPTER 11: POWER SURGE
NOVEMBER 29, 1986
John McCoy thought back to the night of his first KISS concert as he changed the strings on his Gibson Les Paul custom, the one he got from Ace Frehley that night. His mom did come clean, the guitar was an early birthday present from her and his aunt Trish, his mom's twin sister. They had actually bought the guitar second hand in a pawn shop, and the day of the concert, Caryn, John's mom, had gone to the Anaheim Convention Center early, and called in a favor from her cousin Paul, better known as Ace Frehley. She had him play that particular guitar during their closing number, and give it to John. As he was lost in thought, Caryn came into the room. "Everything okay?" she asked.
"Just thinking about when I got this guitar," John said.
"I wish you could have seen your face when Ace Frehley handed it to you," Caryn said. "Your face lit up like the Las Vegas strip. Anyways, I'm kind of surprised you play that particular guitar as much as you do."
"I play it because of the luthier who made it," John said. "The luthier made it to ]\be played, not to be displayed as a trophy. That's how I am with guitars, they're meant to be played, not kept on display, like a trophy. And that goes for all guitars. I mean, if I ever got my hands on the guitar Jimi Hendrix played at Woodstock, you can bet your ass I would play it. Of course, I would have to adjust my playing style, but I would play it."
"How would you have to change your playing style?" Caryn asked.
"Even though he normally plays right handed guitars," John said, "Jimi Hendrix played left handed, and had his guitars strung upside-down. If I had one of his guitars, I wouldn't change anything, not even restring them for a right handed player. It's not that hard to play left handed."
"Anyways," Caryn said, "I put some beans in the crock pot Thursday night, with the bone from the ham. I made sure to keep some meat on it, so it'll give the beans some flavor. I just put some cornbread in the oven, and I'm going to fry up some diced potatoes. I was wondering if you wanted any."
"Of course," John said. "You know how much I like the beans you make with the bone from the Thanksgiving ham, especially when you let it cook an extra day first. And you know how much I like it with potatoes and cornbread."
"Anyways," Caryn said, "It should be ready in about 15 minutes."
John finished restringing his guitar, and came down just as Caryn took the cornbread out of the oven. She cut it into 4 pieces, crumbled 2 into 2 bowls, and the other 2, she put melted butter and honey on them while they were still hot. John ladled some beans onto one of the bowls, making sure to get some of the chopped up ham pieces, and put some potatoes on the plate with his other piece of cornbread. He took it to the table, and put some chopped onions in his beans, poured some ketchup on his potatoes, and on a smaller plate, put some salad, along with shredded cheese, croutons, and homemade1000 island dressing, and poured himself a large glass of milk, with ice. Caryn bowed her head and said a brief prayer, and she and John ate. "Where's aunt Trish?" John asked.
"She went back to Berkeley with Michelle and Penelope," Caryn said. "She has some business up there, she'll be there about a week or two. Speaking of Michelle and Penelope, did they tell you the news?"
"About them getting married?" John asked.
"It won't be a legally binding ceremony," Caryn said. "But in their hearts, they'll be married, even though it's not legal."
"If they take my advice," John said, "marriage between two people of the same sex could be legal by this summer."
"What advice did you give them?" Caryn asked.
"I told them to write their Congressman," John said. "And after that, to get all their gay and lesbian friends who are eligible to vote to do the same, as well as all their loved ones who support them, and are eligible voters. I told them to pass the word around to the entire gay and lesbian community, from Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine, and all points in between. Flood Capitol Hill with cards and letters saying "We want same sex marriage legalized." I figure if they flood the halls of Capitol Hill with their cards and letters, Congress won't be able to ignore it. I mean, We the People don't work for Congress, they work for us. We the People need to tell our elected officials what We the People want."
"That's actually a good idea," Caryn said.
"I got the idea from a couple places," John said. "First, I remembered what I learned in my eighth grade Civics class. Second, you know that song "Summertime Blues", by Eddie Cochran?"
"What does that song have to do with it?" Caryn asked.
"In the song, the singer says he tried writing his Congressman," John said. "My other inspiration was the ending of Miracle on 34th Street."
"What does that movie have to do with anything?" Caryn asked.
"You remember how the lawyer was able to prove Kris Kringle was Santa Claus, don't you," John said. "The New York Post Office sent all the letters addressed to Santa Claus they had in the dead letter office to him. His lawyer brought in bags upon bags of letters, every one addressed to Santa Claus, every one delivered to one Kris Kringle. The lawyer argues that by sending all those letters to Kris Kringle, the Post Office, a department of the United States government, has said that Kris Kringle is the one and only Santa Claus. And since the Post Office has said, by delivering all those letters, that Kris Kringle is the one and only Santa Claus, the United States government itself is saying that Kris Kringle is the one and only Santa Claus. When the judge sees just how many letters they send to Mr. Kringle, he dismisses the case. My point is, you send enough letters, those in charge can't ignore."
"You think it might work?" Caryn asked.
"The bill legalizing same-sex marriage may not make it to the Oval Office in time for Ronnie Ray-Gun(John's nickname for President Ronald Reagan, taken from a line by Larry B. Scott in Iron Eagle, to describe how Reagan "Don't take no shit from no gimpy little countries") to sign or veto it. Heck, it might not come for a vote for years after Reagan leaves office. But the important thing is, by writing to your congressman, you do your part."
As John finished eating, he heard his communicator go off. "This is Big Bird," he said, answering it.
"This is Thumper," Usagi Tsukino said, answering him. "Trouble at Craig Park"
"I'm on it," John said, grabbing a handful of smoke pellets.
"We discussed this," Caryn said, when she saw John grab some smoke pellets, "I told you I don't want you setting off any smoke pellets in the house."
"I'm not going to set them off here," John said. "I told you, they're just for show, I'm going to use them to cover my entrance at the park."
"Okay," Caryn said. "There's more than enough beans for dinner, I'm going to fry up some more potatoes and bake another batch of cornbread. Want me to keep a plate warm for you?"
"No thanks," John said. "This won't take that long."
Meanwhile, Usagi Tsukino, Ami Mizuno, Rae Hino, Makoto Kino, and Mina Aino had arrived at Craig Park. Near where they were gathered, they saw a plume of gold smoke, and when it cleared, Golden Hawk was standing there. I'll give John this, Ami said, he sure knows how to make an entrance.
As John had arrived in costume, the girls transformed. "Pretty Moon Soldier, Make-Up!"
"Mercury Power, Make-Up!"
"Mars Power, Make-Up!"
"Jupiter Power, Make-Up!"
"Venus Power, Make-Up!"
As the team transformed into their Sailor Soldier identities, their enemy showed itself. They had fought demons before, but this one was more menacing. It stood about 8' tall, with red eyes, and was surrounded by an aura of flame. "I should be insulted," the demon said, in an otherworldly voice. "I come here to help Beryl take over this pitiful planet, and all they send after me are some little girls."
"Don't forget about me," Golden Hawk said.
"You aren't even worth my time," the demon said.
"I warn you," Sailor Moon said, "don't underestimate us."
"And who might you be, anyways?" the demon asked.
"I am the Pretty Soldier of Love and Justice! I am Sailor Moon, and in the name of the Moon, I'll punish you!"
"I am the Pretty Soldier of Love and Intelligence! I am Sailor Mercury, and in the name of Mercury, douse yourself with water and repent!"
"I am the Pretty Soldier of Love and Passion! I am Sailor Mars, and in the name of Mars, I'll chastise you!"
"I am the Pretty Soldier of Love and Courage! I am Sailor Jupiter, and in the name of Jupiter, I'll fill you with so much regret, it'll make you numb!"
"I am the Pretty Soldier of Love and Beauty! I am Sailor Venus, and in the name of Venus, I'll castigate you with love!"
"I am the Heavy Metal Suburban Vigilante of the 1980's! I am Golden Hawk, and in the name of all that is wicked cool, I'll kick your ass!"
"Like I'm so scared," the demon said.
"You should be," Sailor Moon said.
"Let's hit this motherfucker with everything we got," Golden Hawk said.
"Mars Flaming Punch!" Sailor Mars said, surrounding her balled fist with flames, and throwing a haymaker, which shot a fireball at the demon, hitting it.
"Mercury Hailstorm Barrage!" Sailor Mercury said, launching a barrage of hailstones at the demon.
"Jupiter Lightning Strike!" Sailor Jupiter said, throwing a ball of lightning at the demon.
"Venus Crescent Beam Kiss!" Sailor Venus said, balling her hand into a fist, extending her index finger, kissing the tip, and shooting a crescent shaped beam of energy at the demon.
"I think it's time to stack the odds in my favor, the demon said, as it materialized many other demons.
"I'll handle these ones myself," Golden Hawk said, unsheathing his staff and transforming it into a laser sword. He screamed a battle cry as he rushed into battle, cutting down demons.
"Moon Tiara, Boomerang!" Sailor Moon said, throwing her tiara at the first demon, destroying it.
"You think he needs our help?" Sailor Mars asked, watching Golden Hawk in battle.
"I think he has things well in hand," Sailor Moon said, as she and the other Sailor Soldiers transformed into their civilian identities, while Golden Hawk cut down demon after demon.
"Seriously," John said, "there was no need for any of you to break a nail for me. I mean, I was only outnumbered 200 to one. Believe me, if I ever actually meet Beryl, I think I'm going to ask her face to faces to send me some enemies that might actually prove a challenge. But I'll tell you one thing, I'm going to miss all of this once I join the Marines."
"You think John's gung ho enough for the Marines?" Mina asked Rae.
"I don't think the Marines are gung ho enough for John McCoy," Rae answered.
"Don't stand there all slack-jawed," Golden Hawk said, as he transformed back to John McCoy.
"You just took down 200 demons singlehandedly," Makoto said.
"You seem surprised," John said.
"You just took down 200 demons singlehandedly," Ami said, in halting English.
"And you act like it took about as much effort as I put into doing my nails," Mina said.
"Fallout shelter," Rae said. "Now."
The girls met a few minutes later, in Rae's fallout shelter. "Now what's this all about?" Makoto asked.
"I'll let you know in a minute," Rae said. "Just as soon as John gets here."
"Sorry I'm late," John said, teleporting into the fallout shelter. "Just like Bugs Bunny, I forgot to turn left at Albuquerque."
"This isn't time for jokes," Usagi said. "What happened out there?"
"What do you mean?" John asked.
"You took on an army of demons by yourself," Mina said. "And you act like it's nothing."
"Like something you do every day," Ami said.
"What we're trying to get at," Makoto said, "what the fuck happened out there?"
"I wish I knew," John said. "For some reason, I felt like I could take on the whole world by myself. Like I had this huge adrenaline rush or something. Not only was I able to take on all those demons by myself, but it also boosted my confidence. That's why I was so cocky, so sure of myself. But I feel myself coming down. This happened to me twice before, and both times, when I came down, I didn't have any negative side effects."
"Can you explain what happened?" Rae asked.
"Here's the best explanation I can think of," John said. "For sake of argument, let's just say my powers and confidence are at level one. When I went after those demons, it's like my powers somehow got dialed up all the way to 100. Now that I took down all those demons, and had a few minutes to rest, my powers got turned back down to 1. Trust me, I would love to know exactly what happened. And not just to be able to explain it. If it's safe to use, I'd love to be able to harness it. I have a feeling one of these days, we may need me to have that extra power."
Later that evening, John had made himself another plate of beans and ham, along with more crumbled cornbread. His mom had made another batch of diced fried potatoes, which he had with more cornbread with butter and honey. He also made himself a salad with croutons, cheese, and 1000 island dressing, and put it on a tray with a bottle of Mister Pibb. He went back to his room, and turned his CB radio on, and tuned it to channel 16. As he was getting ready to sign on, he heard a cat meow outside his bedroom window. He went to the window, and saw Luna there, so he opened the window. As Luna came in through the open window, she transformed into a human female. As a human, she had straight black hair, worn in a ponytail, with bangs. Although she had red eyes as a cat, when she was a human, she inexplicably had blue eyes. She was wearing a long sleeved black top worn off the shoulders, black miniskirt, black tights, and black ballet flats. When she transformed into a human, she slapped John across the face with a French manicured hand, and transformed back to her feline form. "What the flying fuck was that for?" John asked.
"You know exactly what that was for," Luna said. "I can't believe you would do something like that to Usagi."
"What did I do to Usagi?" John asked.
"You know what you did," Luna said, as she left.
"Women!" John said, as he closed and locked the window, and went back to his CB, where his friends were signing on.
"Welcome to the Saturday Night Social Club," a voice said from the radio. "This is Coyote, signing on."
"Read you loud and clear, Coyote," John said. "This is Gōrudenhōku, live and in living color."
"Coming in loud as a Judas Priest concert and clear as crystal, Gōrudenhōku. Sad Sack here, cocked, locked, and ready to rock."
"Loud and clear, Sad Sack, loud and clear. Red Five, standing by."
"Red Five, you're coming in clear and loud. This is Jackrabbit Slim, armed with my rapier wit."
"Jackrabbit Slim, I hear you loud, and I hear you clear as a bell. I'm Bull Hammer, and I'm ready for anything."
EN SUIVRE...