Ranma 1/2 is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi and Sailor Moon is the creation of Naoko Takeuchi. This fan-fiction isn't intended for commercial use but is rather a tribute to Ranma 1/2 and Sailor Moon.

This is a continuation of Saotome Ranma, Wiseman Book 1 which should be read first as otherwise little will make sense.

Chapter 3 – Revelations

"For every action the alternative also happens in other reality," Usagi commented to herself as she walked home from the shrine.

"Other reality or other timeline, six of one half a dozen of the other," chuckled a voice right behind her.

Usagi jumped about a foot as she spun around. In front of her was another Sailor Scout a giant key staff in her hand her long green hair reaching her knees.

"Sailor Pluto?"

"In this form, yes," smiled the woman.

Luna was out of Usagi's backpack and on her shoulder. "That implies you have another form as opposed to an identity."

"You're not our Pluto are you?" asked Usagi nervously.

"If you mean the Pluto you knew in your native reality, no. But I am finally home as it were."

"You're from the same reality Queen Beryl and that youma version of me aren't you?" asked Usagi as she took a tentative step back. "The one that used the Pool of Drowned Youma."

Sailor Pluto smiled as her body changed form. The skin took on a light green color and became scaly as a tail sprouting from her butt. Her face morphed into something like a giant lizard's...filled with very sharp teeth. "In this form I am called Chronos Aeon, Guardian of the Gray Moon Clan and the Time Space Doors." Her now unsettling smile vanished. "Whose AI at times seems to have drive me crazy on it list of things to do. There are times," a soft chuckle, "I wish I could go back in time and find the blithering idiot that made the thing self aware and drain them into a freaking coma. A time machine is dicy enough but one that can think for itself? You have had first hand experience with how that turns out...one big mess." Chronus shook her head. "Enough of that. We are in this world to fix its problems and learn how deal with whatever shows up after the Doom Busters and the Black Moon Clan so we're better prepared to deal with them when they show up in our reality."

Usagi was barely processing what this "Chronos Aeon" was saying. Largely because she wasn't powered up, this creature looked like predator from her worst nightmare, and it had both a youma's powers and whatever abilities Sailor Pluto had.

"So, Usagi, what are you going to? You and you friends are in a trap of your own making."

"Trap?" asked Luna.

"They aren't native to this history. The home she is returning is not hers but that of the Usagi that died fighting the Beryl construct the thrice cursed Time Space Door of this world created." Chronos Aeon's eyes narrowed. "Of course that is nothing compared to your blunder, Luna."

"My blunder?"

"Naru."

Luna hung her head. "I wanted to protect the princess."

"The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Though in some timelines it seems to be a freaking 4 lane highway." Chronos Aeon slumped. "But that still leaves us with the elephant in the room. Where do you go from here? Do you take the easy path and live someone else's life or do you reveal what you really are?"

"If you are really are the Gray Moon Clan's Guardian then you have already decided," spat Luna. "A youma clan's Guardian did whatever was best for the clan even to the point where they could overrule the clan's Head and Advisor."

"Actually, I don't think she has made up her mind," said Usagi's voice from behind Chronos Aeon.

"Clan Head Eclipse," commented Chronos Aeon as Usagi's youma counterpart emerged from the shadows. "Where's our Wiseman?"

"Right here and you better rap this up fast. Before they show up." commented a figure in a black robe.

"How long?"

"If we are lucky, like that is ever going to freaking happen, a minute."

"Looks like your luck is as bad as mine, 'Wiseman'," said Ranma as he landed behind Wiseman, spun him around, and punched him into a wall that fell on him.

"Of course we aren't lucky," grumbled Wiseman as he emerged from the rubble. "At least the rest of the Nerima Wrecking Crew aren't likely here...yet."

"Shampoo show you wrong," yelled a scantly clad woman.

Wiseman gestured and the woman slammed into an invisible wall and slid down it to the ground. "Mistress Saturn isn't the only one who can put up Silence Domes. We all can."

Shampoo shook her head and started pounding on the inviable barrier. "Still in obstacles are for killing mode I see," sighed Wiseman.

Shampoo felt a clawed hand on her shoulder. "Hello Lunch." Shampoo spun around to face Chronos Aeon stumbling as she did so.

"Pathetic Chinese Amazon. Beryl was using your people as a quick way to get energy for millennium in our reality. Here you have no resistance and even less idea on how to fight any youma and soon you won't have enough life energy to even stand."

"Shampoo fight…" was all she got out before she passed out.

"She'll be ok in a few hours. Wise youma are always careful with their food."

"Well that was one way to shut down that trip into Bakaland." Wiseman shifted his hooded face toward Ranma. "Why are you here? Don't you trust us?"

"In a word no. Nabiki... our Nabiki, pointed out there were things that just didn't add up with what you were telling us."

Wiseman sighed. "I thought we went over this before we came here. As an Advisor it is my job to give my clan and its allies the best information I have. Heck, I even stated that was true under our honor as a martial artist."

"Nabiki pointed out there were things you didn't say and the way some of what you said was, in her words, weird." Ranma folded his arms. "We can't lie worth a darn...but that doesn't mean you can't leave out certain details or that you are being given entirely correct information."

Wiseman chuckled. "Our Nabiki was right. Yours is a problem. She is of course right. I do leave things vague or phrase them in such a way for people to draw the conclusions I desire. Case in point is your Pharaoh 90. We have no freaking idea what the kuso thing is. One thing we do know is it cannot be the malfunctioning guard of the Dark Kingdom it was in our world."

"So that rambling mess about Silence and Sound..."

Wiseman sighed. "Was a way to encourage your Mistress 9 to join you...especially when you come into the Jakokusuishou." Wiseman gestured to Usagi. "But that doesn't explain why you're here. Nems-chan made it quite clear it was one of the Outers that killed your Akane. She is one of the Inners and isn't even native to this timeline anymore then we are."

"I believe you mentioned something about her accidentally giving everyone on Earth an emotional lobotomy with her Clarktech rock."

"I'm more worried about the Ginzuishou that is native to this world. It is far more powerful and dangerous then the...trinket she has." Wiseman held up a hand. "The Jakokusuishou you will be getting is powerful enough to counter the Ginzuishou of this world. I suspect the Time Space Door was draining the energy of both to create its 'Dark Kingdom' and citizens. But, it will still be more then enough to shut Usagi down if she goes totally ditz on us and uses her version."

"Why don't we skip all that and take the rock away before it becomes a problem?"

"For the simple reason that the Ginzuishou is keyed to the Moon Royal line. That is why those outside that line who have tried to steal it...didn't last long." Wiseman stiffened. "Kuso."

"Just remembered something?"

"Wicked Lady, Sailor Moonbeam's daughter. She overrode the Time Space Door's protocols with the Ginzuishou of her time to come back to tthe past. Odds are her version of the pink haired piece of joy is also here her memories warped by 'Wiseman' so she basically hates her mother's guts."

"Just how many freaking versions of this Clarktech thingy did the Moon Kingdom make?!"

"Two we know of with the most powerful version being left behind in this timeline." Wiseman held up a hand cutting off Ranma's response. "Wicked Lady's Ginzuishou is from a future. Yours or Usagi's I don't know, but I suspect hers. What I do know is this blasted thing has had 1000 years to accumulate power. The one good thing it given the energy used with regards to the Great Freeze odds are it is slightly less powerful then either version is now."

"That's just freaking great. Eclipse is nearly terrified on trying to use her version and she clearly has better knowledge on how the fool thing works. And we have three other versions two of which are in the hands of people who haven't got clue one on how to use them."

"Uh, guys don't think this reality's version of her family is going to start getting worried?" asked Chronos.

"You really need to add Sun Tzu to your way of thinking as I did, Ranma," said Wiseman. '"There are routes not to be taken; there are armies not to be attacked; there are walled cities not to be besieged; there are grounds not to be penetrated; there are commands not to be obeyed."'

Ranma sighed as he walked over and picked up Shampoo and put her over his shoulder. "Ok, you've made your point," he said as he hopped off in the direction of the Tendo Dojo.

"Now that potential disaster is taken care of I believe Usagi has a choice to make."

"I thought…" began Chronos.

"That we would be angry at you? To a degree we are but even I didn't think my skill much less Shampoo's was up to this level. Elder Cologne yes but ours can keeps theirs in check if need be."

"Don't worry Wiseman. I've made my choice."

~*~Moments later at Tsukino residence.~*~

"Usagi where were you? You had us scared that something had happened to you." said Tsukino Ikuko as she hugged her.

"You aren't going to make this any easier for me are you Tsukino-san?"

"Tsukino-san?"

"Just get everyone together. I really don't want to go though this more then once."

After twenty minutes of a somewhat incoherent explanation.

"You expect us to believe any of this...insanity?" asked Kenji

"I really didn't want to go this far but...Moon Planet Make Up."

"Hey, she was nude for part of that!" exclaimed Shingo. "Do it again."

"Young man, please pull your head out of the gutter and get with the program," said Usagi sounding very much like Ikuko when she was angry even as her left eye started twitching.

"Oh, the Sailor Moon stuff is real but alternate realities and timelines? Really?" asked Kenji narrowing his eyes.

Usagi sighed. "You really want me to put all my cards on the table. She should be close." Usagi pulled out her compact. "Eclipse, I know you followed me just in case things went totally south. I need you here."

"Your majesty, with all due respect, have you gone insane?" asked Luna.

"Hey, the cat talks just like she said it did," chirped Shingo.

The front door opened and they all turned. There was a near clone of of Usagi only her skin was a gray color walking into the living room. "We do get ourselves into real messes don't we?" Could somebody get me some hot water. My youma form freaks out Luna."

A moment later Eclipse pored the hot water on her head. "Kuso I have to do this more often. Everything is so off I'd be worse then useless in combat."

"Combat?" growled Kenji. "Is that how...our Usagi died?"

"Yes," said Usagi pulling out the Ginzuishou. "But if she had this world's version of this thing it wouldn't have been a problem. It would have brought her and her friends back to life as it did with me in my timeline." Usagi started to squeeze the large diamond. "You should have motivated her to find this thing, Luna."

"I didn't know it had that kind of power," said Luna.

"Heh," chuckled Eclipse. "That is nothing compared to what it did the last day of the Moon Kingdom. Blasted thing killed up to 70 billion people."

"What?" whispered Usagi as she paled.

"Creating an extra dimensional prison and sending over a million people there takes energy...a lot of energy. The Moon Kingdom's technology was entirely life ki based and the crystal took the easiest energy – that which created the artificial atmospheres and when that was gone it went after the people."

"That palace on the Moon," commented Ikuko.

"Yes. And this is a duty she can't abandon. There is there are several things running around that if not stopped could easily kill all of the world's population."

Usagi frowned as she looked at her crystal. "Just how powerful is this thing?!"

"Powerful enough to handle a group of interstellar Sailor Scouts who have left hundreds if not thousands of dead planets in their wake. And its the old version. The newer one is much more powerful...perhaps too powerful."

"Too powerful?" asked Luna puzzled.

"There had to be a reason Queen Serenity was using this version in the final battle between the Earth and Moon Kingdoms. Without an actual instruction manual this version is dangerous...as in a cave man merrily bashing his club against the head of an active nuclear bomb kind of dangerous. A more powerful version without an instruction manual would akin to a cave man juggling a set of antimatter bombs.

And this thing is more powerful then the other Clarktech they cranked out such as a time machine with an AI or the ability to turn a 12 year old girl into a real life Death Star capable of destroying planets. There was even a story in the Dark Kingdom that the asteroid belt was due to Sailor Saturn getting bored and blowing up the planet between Mars and Jupiter. That is of course nonsense but it gives you a rough idea the powers our henshi sticks grant and they are toys compared to the power of this freaking crystal."

"What sort of deranged maniac gives out weapons that dangerous to children?" Ikuko fumed.

"A Swiss cheese brained moon cat named Luna. But to be far she didn't give Saturn, Uranus, or Neptune their transformation pens...the blasted time machine AI came up with that dumb idea."

"Acceptable causalities was the way Beryl described Uranus and Neptune," said Usagi. "If we hadn't stopped them from shattering that statue...it would have been like when I dropped that glass bowl with the overripe tomatoes...only the tomatoes would have been people."

Ikuko shivered at the image and then frowned. "I thought Beryl was dead in both this world and yours."

"She's talking about our Beryl though she prefers to call herself Sailor Nemesis when in costume. She is one of the two people who could give any reasonable accurate information on the Moon Kingdom...well at least the version that existed 12,000 years ago when things went south. The other is Sailor Pluto. Problem is she and good load of obsolete Clarktech was shifted to our reality where there never was a Moon Kingdom allowing the Time Space Door here to basically run amok."

"Run amok?" asked Usagi.

"Your world is too close to ours in terms of history after 1610. A discovery of that magnitude should have changed things to the point the 20th century would have been nearly unrecognizable. And yet in many ways it mirrors our own. Just enough tweeks that things don't quite match up but all the real major changes have been in the last 30 so years."

"You mean the world wars…"

"Happened in our world too though I know some details are different. Does 18 April 1942 mean anything to you?"

"No, should it?"

"It was when the Doolittle Raid happened in our world. You see Japan and the United States were enemies in our WWII. That they messed up on the timing and bombed Pearl Harbor before declaring war didn't help matters. Another key change was we got Jospeh Stalin rather then Leon Trotsky resulting in Nazi Germany invading the Soviet Union rather then other way around. Since the Soviet Union tore up a good part of Germany before they were stopped the Death Camps where the Nazis exterminated 6 to 12 undesirables weren't built here.

So it did make your world better then ours but it still had to tweek things so key events still happened. Like the gas main explosion that required the total rebuilding of this area 50 years ago. Though we haven't figured out why it delayed the moon landing. The United States should have landed on the moon 5 years ahead of us and yet it was the exact same date."

Eclipse's compact started blinking like crazy. "No," she hissed. "That maniac can't be here not this soon." She opened the compact and cursed. She then pressed a button. "Wiseman we have a new problem. My efforts to tie in to the Moon Kingdom's computer system just succeeded and revealed that very large fleet has been making its way though this solar system for months. The only good news in the mess is it doesn't seem to be what we would expect from one of Sailor Galaxia's playmates. If anything it seems just above where we were before the recovery of the Moon Clarktech."

"Great another complication to our already messy situation. Speaking of which how is your clean up going?"

"How?"

"I know your personality, your real personality, as well as I know my own. There is no way you were going to leave your counterpart out to dry."

"Well considering we are still both in the house, haven't been called abominations, and thrown out on the street I'd say we're doing fine."

"Good. Having your version of her parents blow up and do something baka was enough thank you very much. I'm going to have Chronos see if she can get anything about our new guests."

~*~Months earlier, on board the flag ship of the Race~*~

"How did the earlier probe miss this?" asked Atvar.

"Likely it was too small to set off this automated system, exulted fleet lord," said Pshing.

"Automated?"

"The small world we are passing is most definitely dead. It is sending signals directed to either a planet of the Tosevite system or an orbiting body."

"But why? Only Tosev 3 is viable for supporting life. Just who...or what is this thing sending its signals to?"

"This is why we woke you up much earlier then is normal. The one thing we are sure of is it is not natural and...is the product of a very advanced space faring civilization that is not ours."

Atvar turned a turreted eye on Pshing. "If you had made that statement before showing me this I would have deemed you insane but the Truth is before us and ignoring it will not make it nonTruth."

"The new probe is sending back images of the closest object that signals are going to."

Atvar and Pshing stared at the impossible image on the screen. Before them was the strangest craft they had ever seen in their lives. Looking like a slowly spinning wheel it hung there quiet and dark.

"What in the name of the Emperor is that thing?" asked Pshing. "It's huge."

Atvar walked over to the probe's read out. "What ever it was it is dead now. No energy and internal temperature is only a few degrees over that of the regional temperature."

"Who would build such a thing and why orbit it around a clearly dead world?"

"I don't know and I don't think any of us will like the answers."

As the months passed the mystery only deepened. Each of the gas giants had the strange craft orbiting it and they had picked up signals from Tosev 3 when probing the craft of Tosev 5 which showed some, however small, signs of life. The travel through the solar system had given the Race more then enough time to decode the message sent by the outpost: To the royal family of the Moon Kingdom. Potential invaders spotted. Outers unresponsive to yearly checks for 12,000 of Sol 3's cycles. Please respond.

"These craft were built by something called the Moon Kingdom," fumed Atvar. "So where in the name of the Emperor are their killer craft?"

"Fleet lord Atvar, there are small craft leaving the craft of Tosev 5. They are ignoring us and heading toward Tosev 3."

"Are any of them killer craft?"

"From their design I'd say no. They are round just like their larger craft but with a dome on one side. Though their speed surpasses any killer craft we have. Nearly a quarter of the speed of light."

Atvar hissed in agitation. Were they part of this Moon Kingdom and if so why didn't they try to fight? Then it dawned on him; perhaps they couldn't. While there was clearly life on this craft if the lights were any indication at best only one percent of the craft was functional. Atvar nodded to himself. This craft was crippled. If it had had any killer abilities they likely stopped working long ago. Perhaps the craft on board were in a similar state.

While that bit made sense, nothing else about this did. The Moon Kingdom could explain the far more advanced Tosev 3 that the new probe was showing if not for the context of the automated message. Something had happened to the 'Outers', whatever they were, some 12,000 Tosev 3 cycles ago. The original probe had seen armored barbarians some 800 Tosev 3 cycles ago. The numbers simply didn't line up...unless. Atvar shook his head, no that was beyond insane. But there was one way to check if the insane idea was Truth. The automated message was directed toward three of the planets of the inner Tosevite system and they would pass by one of those planets.

"Send a probe to Tosev 4. Focus its information gathering on where that automated signal is aimed."

"At once fleet lord Atvar."

It didn't take the probe long to find what he had been dreading he would see.

"Fleet lord Atvar, is that a palace?" asked Pshing.

"Looks like one." Even half covered by sand the structure was impressive its many spires reaching into the sky though several of them had fallen over.

"But Fleet lord Atvar, the atmosphere of that planet is so thin that unprotected our blood would boil followed by us suffocating to death. What kind of people could live under such conditions to build something like that?!"

That was a good question and yet another mystery regarding this Moon Kingdom. The probe moved to a new location and they got another rude surprise. "That statue...looks like a native of Tosev 3."

Atvar only nodded as he studied the statue. Half covered in sand it stood nearly half the height of the palace itself. On the head was a small object. The Moon Kingdom's equivalent of a crown? He doubted what he was seeing was battle dress but it didn't look like regal clothing either. But then again he was seeing a statue battered by who knew how many cycles of dust storms that could flay the very scales off you. Though to be in as good condition as it was it had to be make of something really hard. As the probe moved around a glint caught Atvar's eye and following up on that they found a body.

Decked out in purple and gold, the colors of royalty, sat a mummified corpse. In front of the figure sat a computer. Did this dying ruler record something for future generations? The probe scanned the computer which then scanned it. Then a message started to play.

"Greetings whoever you are. The small part of the Mercury computer we have has scanned you and turned my speech into something you can understand. I am the Queen of Mars (Tosev 4). Part of me hopes you are survivors of the once great kingdom I was a part of but only Jupiter (Tosev 5) has reported any success with keeping their station functional and they used some extreme measures to do so. Odds are you are from the Earth (Tosev 3) Kingdom...or rather what grew out of what was left of it after the war. Our capital now sits on an airless hunk of rock, three of our space habitats are now tombs, the people on Venus (Tosev 2) are being slowly pressure cooked to death and the people of Mercury (Tosev 1) and Pluto (Tosev 9)...well at least it was relatively quick.

So this is how interplanetary empire that had lasted for 50,000 Earth (Tosev 3) years (cycles) ends. Not in some last glorious battle but slowly limping into oblivion. Well we are warriors and we decide how we die." She pushes a button. "It is time to join our ancestors. With regards to Queen Beryl of Earth (Tosev 3) and our own 'beloved' Queen Serenity; for killing a 50,000 Earth (Tosev 3) year (cycle) empire you can both burn in Hell (land of eternal punishment in afterlife) for all I care." The last Queen of Tosev 4 pushes another button and a hiss could be heard. She twitches and is then dead.

Atvar stared at the screen. The idea forming in his head was totally utterly insane but it best fit all the Truth he had seen up to now. The Tosev system had been home to two highly advanced kingdoms that based on the automatic warning system had effectively destroyed each other some 12,000 Tosev 3 years ago.

What the original probe had seen was not a slowly evolving group of primitives but the decedents of a once great kingdom slammed back into barbarism. Somewhen after the other probe had gathered its data what remained of Tosev 5's people had tried to rebuild an empire on Tosev 3. Now the sudden leap of technology on Tosev 3 made sense.

That said there was one thing that didn't make sense. Why hadn't the Race even heard of the Moon Kingdom? They had been founded some 62,000 Tosev 3 years or 124,000 years on Home predating the first Emperor by a staggering 24,000 years. Perhaps it was the way they conquered that differed but why...then it hit him. One planet could only hold so many warriors but create a habitual zone around dead worlds and you had more warriors in the system to work with. Once you got significant numbers then you went out conquering other systems. Now the mysterious 'space habitats' made sense...frightening sense.

Then something else dawned on him. The Moon Kingdom according to the Queen of Tosev 4 had every planet of the Tosevite system except Tosev 3 under its control and yet the Earth Kingdom held out for 50,000 years and when the battle was joined the Earth Kingdom won. One planet against eight with the larger kingdom's capital on that planet's moon and it still won. But at what cost? Obviously though it had won the Earth Kingdom had been effectively stripped of its technology.

"Send a probe to Tosev 3's moon."

"As you command, Fleet lord Atvar," said Pshing.

Several days later Atvar's fears were confirmed. There sitting under a dome was the Palace of the Moon Kingdom. The dome, and others on the moon, was clearly new. So Tosev 5's efforts to rebuild something from the ashes had clearly succeeded but how far along was Tosev 3?

"Fleet lord Atvar, there is a planetwise message on nearly audio and video system on Tosev 3."

"Put it on screen."

The Tosev 3 native stood nearly twice that of his tallest warrior dressed in royal purple with three companions. One looked like an ancestor of the Race. Long arms ending in sharp claws, a mouth full of sharp teeth and a long tail that lashed around. Its green skin looked natural and it had a long green headdress that reached to its knees. On the other side closest to the figure in purple was a figure in gray with gold trim on the edges of the uniform it wore. Clearly a personal guard. Then was the figure beside gray uniform. It wore a black cloak that seemed to move even through there seemed to be no wind. Black...the color of space and of the mythical void.

"Greetings, well I guess my subjects no longer applies," said the figure dressed in royal purple. "I am Queen Beryl, the last Queen of the Earth Kingdom which, along with the Moon Kingdom, died some 12,000 years ago. No, I am not some insane delusional nutjob and explaining would take way too long and bore most of you. What I will tell you is what we just detected – a fleet of over 500 ships that have been in this system for months. Right now they are near Mars and have sent a probe to our Moon."

Beryl sighed. "I imaging some 'genius' is thinking they can handle this. Put that thought out of your head. Both the Earth and Moon Kingdom had technology so advanced that it might as well have been magic. Thoth who has done a study of your cultures has even coined the term 'Clarktech' to cover it. But a civilization that made Mercury, Venus, Mars, and Pluto habitable and built four space stations that held 10 billion people each was not able to do interstellar travel. So getting into a fight with one that can is dumb to the point of suicidal."

Beryl then smiled. "Why we are on the matter of being dumb. I really hope...well perhaps Thoth should explain it."

A figure stepped into range of the camera. It looked like Beryl except for its light blue skin and short blue hair. Atvar noted it was dressed like the statue on Tosev 4. "Using old Moon Kingdom technology we have acquired we have accessed the Moon Kingdom's old defense system and noted that several craft have been flying from Jupiter to a place on this planet." Thoth looked to the figure in black. "Wiseman, what is that place again?"

"The United States of America, State of Nevada, a location called Groom Lake. Supposedly a top secret base of some kind is there but other then the nick name 'Area 51' I got nothing as they say."

"In any case," started Beryl. "Let me be blunt. Unless who ever you are dealing with has a tie in to the main Mercury computer you are effectively being a caveman merrily hitting the head of an active nuclear warhead. You only have to look at the remains of the Moon Kingdom to see what someone who had no freaking idea on what they are doing did with that technology. Worse yet there are bunch of girls running around in this country with Moon Clarktech more advanced then the 'museum pieces' we are working with. Please, let us handle the girls and the aliens. I may be rusty as all get out in interplanetary diplomacy but at least I have some and can apply it to interstellar diplomacy."

"Also we have a group from one of your futures where the leader of the girls tried to 'fix' the world with some Moon Clarktech and accidentally gave everyone who submitted to her rule an emotional lobotomy. They are on a real give me liberty or give me death kick only they are willing to slaughter their own ancestors rather then risk them 'living' under the moron's rule in the alternate future they have now created by going back in time."

Beryl then sighed. "Then there is the we have no idea what the thing really is that claims it is from Tau Ceti, which is about 12 of our light years away. This thing, which calls itself Pharaoh 90, has a very simple goal - consume the life energy of the planet effectively killing everything on it. Oh and there is an interstellar war that is coming this way that could kill everybody in the crossfire."

Beryl frowned. "You may have wondered what Chronos Aeon and Thoth are. They are youma, the descendants of the early attempts at creating one person armies via Clarktech. I wish I could tell you more but that information was wiped from the Mercury computer along with effectively all the early historical records. So odds it wasn't pleasant, ethical, or moral."

"I also want to apologize for the attacks we staged but given Queen Serenity accidentally killed nearly 70 billion of her own subjects simply to punish me and those who were defending themselves from her invasion I didn't want to give what looked like her inner guard enough time to fully figure out their powers. Saotome Ranma, or as we call him Wiseman, convinced me to stop that and take this approach. I know what I have with me may not look like much but thanks to the Moon Clarktech it should be able to handle what is to come. You are going to have to trust me on this."

Atvar stared at the screen. "What in the name of the Emperor have we flown into?"

~*~RSW~*~

Author note: I figured the Race was the best way to explore what remained of the Moon Kingdom.