Jadeite walked into Motro's makeshift chamber. There was little in the room, aside from a jewelled capsule on a shelf. "You'll be pleased to hear that Beryl fell for our little ruse. The evidence you fabricated was enough to convince the others of Zoisite's treachery. My Youma in particular are being rewarded."
Light focused on Motro, who had taken off his armour, exposing the human beneath. "Good. Now we only have to deal with the four Sailors interfering with our plans."
"They're not the only obstacle.", the general said with aggravation. "My servant Derella was supposed to be holding a fake reality show as part of another scheme to gather energy. However, a stage director has scheduled the theatre for a performance of "An Inspector Calls" the same night."
"And you want me to deal with her for you?", his cyborg partner snapped back "That is why you came here, isn't it?" He went over and picked up the capsule on the shelf. "Don't worry, soon I'll have one more of these and you'll have one less pest to deal with."
"Good, but what exactly is that thing? I've never seen anything like it."
Motro simply stated "the stuff that life is made of.", before walking out with the object.
At the temple, Rei was busy cleaning the temple, when she received a phone call. It was Ami. "What is it? You'd better have important news."
"I'm sure that you'll want to here this, Rei. You know that blonde man with the ponytail who turned your granddad into that big ape?"
"You've seen him?" Rei was suddenly focused on the horrible, fiery vengeance she had been planning since that day. "Where is he?"
"He's dead!", Ami said in a matter of fact voice. "Last night, I was near the pet shop when I saw three Youma and a man in a similar uniform to him ripping him apart."
Rei was slightly annoyed at not being able to wreak vengeance on her grandfather's abductor. "So you think that the enemy isn't very chummy with each other?"
"Definitely. That's why I had to call your phone." What Ami didn't mention was that she wasn't using a phone herself. Rather, she was using a technopathy technique taught to her by Nephrite. Then she continued "I also think there's another attack about to take place. Have you read today's newspaper?
"I'll take a look." Rei went over and and looked at the front page headline. It read "War over theatre ownership. Director Akane Gushiken argues with Mikan." Rei looked at the photo of Akane and was shocked. It was the same face as Sister Angela from school. She picked up the phone and resumed talking to Ami. "Do you really think Angel- sorry, Akane or Mikan could be a Youma?"
"Definitely!", her friend replied. "I'll fill Makoto in on this and we'll meet you there in three hours."
Elsewhere, at the theatre in question, the acclaimed director was still arguing with the local sensation.
"I'm telling you, young lady. I booked this theatre months ago." Akane could not hide her contempt for this young upstart. Clearly she had gone to a public school.
"Well I'm filming a reality tv show. Surely that takes precedence over your silly playscript.", Mikan Shiratori (or rather, the Youma pretending to be her) countered.
"Is there a problem here, ladies?" Both turned towards a newcomer, a young man dressed in dark colours, wearing sunglasses. "The theatre manager sent me over, so,thing about a dispute?"
"Indeed.", the director said with a huff. "This young whore believes that she is entitled to the theatre, even though I made a reservation beforehand."
"Well then, I'm sure this can be resolved without a fuss.", the young man said, taking off his glasses. Underneath was an eye that was not human, not even alive. A beam shot from the metal organ, freezing Akane in place. His target immobilised, Motro and Derella both assumed their Youma forms. "And now my dear, I'll turn you from a problem into an asset."
"Hold it!" The two of them turned towards the source of the cry. "As anticipated, it was the Sailor Scouts. "We'll save you the speech and get to the point.", Mars said angrily. "Where's the old priest you turned into that monster?"
Motro took 1/2 a nanosecond to calculate who she was referring to. "Ah, Shadow Warrior Ijii. Don't worry, the old man is alright and can be saved. Too bad I can't say the same for you."
As he said this, a star seed, identical to the one he pulled out of the nurse, flew out of Akane Guskiken. And like that one, it instantly went black. But the body it was pulled from began contorting violently. Her skin turned blue, her clothes burned off, exposing a set of tights similar to the Senshi, but with a machine in place of the bow. Her hair turned bright yellow and turned into bangs. A mask appeared on her eyes, with a camera attachment on top of her head. Finally, her hands turned into a megaphone and a marker board. Then, the contortions stopped and the new phage stood proud.
"I am Sailor Director, champion of film-making. On behalf of the industry, I shall right wrongs and triumph over all competitors." She pointed her marker hand at the Sailors "And that means you."