There was battlefield.
A great war was fought here, but now it was silent, only inhabited by the dead. Occasionally, a skeleton lay clutching a weapon, though sometimes not. Those that held the rusted weapons were invariably large and humanoid, though the bones were often replaced by equally-rusted cybernetics.
Others included large humanoids, with one difference: the skeletons bore evidence of an extra set of arms.
Sailor Pluto walked across the battlefield, shaking her head. She considered the monstrous battle that must have been fought here, *And now, they're bringing their war to Earth. There must be some way I can stop this... without disrupting the flow of time!*
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Based on stuff that's not mine...
Written by Cyclone...
Whirlwind Productions presents...
THE LUNAR KNIGHTS
Episode Two--Escalation
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General Vargas glanced at his subordinate and spoke in their guttural native tongue, "Report."
"Initial reconnaissance suggests an overall weak and disorganized military presence, with numerous world powers and a great deal of infighting. However, this planet, like several we have encountered before, seems to possess a 'superhero' element which may prove itself a nuisance."
"Would a larger resource allocation be ideal to handle them?"
"No, sir. There is little cause for alarm from that area, as the 'superheroes' are few in number and apparently isolated into local regions. With one of our better-trained precision strike forces, they can be easily dealt with."
"Recommendation?"
"I request that Omega team be activated, sir." At this, General Vargas frowned. The colonel continued, "Their expertise in this field-..."
"...is entirely unnecessary. Activate Bravo and Delta teams instead. They will be more than enough. Have them coordinate a simultaneous strike. We don't want to give them any opportunity to prepare."
(Author's Note: It should be mentioned at this point that the teams aren't actually called "Bravo," "Delta," or "Omega." These are simply the closest English, or actually Greek, analogies.)
Colonel Karya could not complain. She had just been assigned two of the best-trained covert operations teams in the entire Lathian military. Admittedly not as good as Omega, but Omega was reserved for the gravest of mission, anyway. Still, she had more, worse, news for her commanding officer.
"There is more, sir. The Branaugh also seem to have taken an interest in this planet. One of our scouts reported encountering one just before we lost the transmission."
His eyes narrowed, "Did they retrieve any of our technology?"
She shook her head firmly, "No, sir. The Branaugh in question terminated the scout via a technique that consistently results in the elimination of not only the target, but also much of the surrounding area and the Branaugh itself."
"Good," he paused and deliberated for a moment. "I'm authorizing you to activate two level three combat drones of your choice. They should be sufficient enough to eliminate any foothold those demons have acquired on this planet. Dismissed."
She saluted (in the Lathian manner, which is to say, she bowed her head slightly, touched her forehead with the index finger of her fist, and jerked it out toward him), "Yes, sir!"
Elsewhere...
"Lord Graegor, I have disturbing news," the Branaugh was on one knee, head bowed in respect. The Branaugh tongue, identical to the Lathian language, sounded even harsher, due to the gravelly voice of the speaker, which somehow conveyed in its tone the reverence he held for his lord.
Graegor nodded, "Rise, my son. What news?"
"We have met unexpected resistance, and the Lathians are here."
The Father Of All Branaugh suddenly rose to his feet and demanded, "Do they know of our plans?"
"There is no indication that they do, Lord-Father. Contact with them has been brief, but what we _do_ know suggests that they were as surprised by our presence as we were by theirs. Also, I am saddened to inform you of the death of Brother Targath."
Graegor slowly sat back down, "I see. Continue with the plan, but be wary of the humanoid scum. Avoid the local resistance if possible. We do _not_ need another enemy."
"Yes, m'lord."
"I trust this matter to you, Calador."
The young Branaugh knelt again, "I am honored by your confidence in me, Lord-Father."
Much later...
Klataban crept through the Juuban District. His large frame went unnoticed by the majority of the populous. A few seemed somewhat uneasy when they went near him, but they all shrugged off the feeling as just nerves.
Well, almost all.
Even so, Sailor Pluto was reluctant to interfere. Everything had to fall into place _just_ right, or it may prove disastrous.
The Branaugh approached the park. *Unless my sense is off, the nexus point should be riiiiight... there!*
Klataban confidently strode out to the nexus point. All he had to do was-...
ZZAP!
He heard laughter. He snarled and pulled himself to his feet, ignoring the large burn on his back. The Walls of Distraction spell was now wearing off thanks to the blast, and the locals had fled, screaming for help. He quickly spotted and identified his assailant...
"Lathian," he muttered under his breath.
The Lathian replied, "Of course. Captain Vekan, at your service... your _funeral_ service, that is."
Capt. Vekan leveled his rifle at Klataban. The gun was a beefed-up, enhanced version of the standard Lathian battle rifle.
Klataban wasted no words. He let out an inhuman battle cry and leaped at the Lathian. Vekan, expecting the berserker charge, was nevertheless stunned by the ferocity of the attack. He was thrown back, flung against and through a large oak tree.
The Lathian shook his head clear and looked up, only to see the massive Branaugh standing over him, slamming him with four energy blasts and driving him into the ground.
Vekan snarled. He could not, _would_ not, let himself be defeated by this... this _primitive_! His sturdy rifle, damaged beyond any capability of firing, still made a more than adequate club.
WHACK!
Stumbling back, Klataban cursed himself for forgetting about the impossible strength that cybernetics lent the average Lathian. Vekan took this opportunity to bumrush the Branaugh, slamming him beyond the park limits, across the street, and into the side of a concrete building.
Klataban did not move.
Vekan drew his sidearm, resting the barrel flush against Klataban's forehead, and muttered, "To think that primitives like _you_ have been causing so much trouble. I can't believe High Command is raising such a ruckus about something so... hideous and barbaric as you."
He chuckled. "This is almost too easy."
Then he heard a voice, speaking in the language of the local people, "Hey, you! Damaging public property and endangering innocents is..." The voice trailed off and dropped to a whisper, "Guys, umm, a little help here?"
Another voice sighed and broke in, continuing where the first had left off, "...a crime against the people. These people have done nothing against you, and to threaten them is an immoral injustice!"
The first voice returned, "I am Sailor Moon! I will right wrongs and triumph over evil, and that means you! In the name of the Moon..."
"...and Mars!"
"...and Mercury!" This was the voice that had finished the initial speech.
"...and Jupiter!"
"...and Venus!"
All five of the sailor-suited females cried out simultaneously, "...we'll PUNISH you!"
Vekan looked at them casually... and laughed. *_This_,* he wondered, *is the local team of heroes?! I can't believe they actually took the time to make such a _ridiculous_ speech and not even get the whole speech done properly!*
He smirked and raised his sidearm, pointing it at the Sailor Senshi.
(Author's Note: Hi, again. To get the proper image of Vekan's "sidearm," one must take into account the immense strength afforded him, and most Lathians, by his cybernetics. Then one must consider that the "standard Lathian battle rifle" mentioned earlier has approximately the same caliber as a small mortar. Putting these two facts together, it then becomes clear how the hand cannon Capt. Vekan held would be considered a "sidearm" by a Lathian, even with its shotgun-sized barrel.)
The Senshi eeped and dove out of the way. The blast impacted a tree and shattered it with ease. Vekan laughed. While the mission he had been assigned to was actually reconnaissance, that didn't mean he couldn't get a little more fun out of it, especially since High Command wanted these "superheroes" disposed of anyway.
Still, it was time to get down to business...
On the flip side of things...
The Inner Senshi were not having a good time. This new cyborg was proving to be more of a challenge than the other two cyborgs they had fought. It seemed much smarter and faster than the other two. The only good news was that it seemed to have lost its main weapon in the battle with... whatever it had been fighting.
Suddenly, they heard a pair of voices that lifted their spirits considerably.
"WORLD SHAKING!"
"DEEP SUBMERGE!"
The double-team attack from the Outer Senshi slammed into the cyborg, sending it flying back into the smashed building.
Back to Vekan...
He snarled. Those two, the short-haired blonde and the green-haired girl, had blindsided him. He cursed himself as he picked himself up off of the apparently comatose Branaugh. He should have realized that they would hold a small force in reserve for any weakness they might spot. He had grown careless. It didn't matter that "superheroes" rarely used common-sense military tactics; he should have anticipated it, anyway.
*Time for a strategic retreat.*
He flicked a switch on the barrel of his sidearm and fired a rapid-fire stream of explosive energy bolts from his gun as he ran off, activating his cloaking device.
Again to the Sailor Senshi...
After the smoke cleared out, it was obvious that the cyborg was gone. However, they all spotted a large demon emerging from the remnants of a concrete building near where they last saw the cyborg.
For once, Sailor Moon managed to put one and one together. Too bad she still came up with one.
"It must've transformed into that demon!"
"SHINE AQUA ILLUSION!"
Back to the "demon" in question...
Klataban rose, surprised that he was still alive. Usually, Lathians didn't hold much regard for mercy. *So, why-...?*
His thought was interrupted by a sudden blast of cold that struck his chest. He flew backwards, but managed to keep from falling. He snarled, *So, that's it. He leaves me alive to let his cronies take me out instead. He _insults_ me with such behaviour!*
The Branaugh gathered up a massive ball of energy between his four hands and sent it towards the seven ridiculously-dressed human females. As expected, they dove out of the way, and Klataban pelted the area with smaller and less powerful (but still quite deadly) blasts.
Suddenly, a rose flew through the air and unerringly pricked his forehead. He growled with irritation and brushed the annoying flower away before smashing the well-dressed idiot who had had the gall to attack him in such a ridiculous manner.
To the Senshi again...
Tuxedo Kamen flew through the air and landed painfully against a building, creating a small crater. He groaned and tried to pick himself up, only to slump back into the crater, unconscious.
"TORNADO SLASH!"
The demon stumbled back a few steps. Their mysterious saviour had returned. He shook his head, "Damn. This thing's even uglier than that cyborg."
He charged, slashing his sword in a complex pattern of swings that changed from moment to moment...
Meanwhile...
Ryouga felt like yelling again. It was a great way to relieve stress and tended to be less costly than breaking things, unless he had the good fortune to get lost before the owner found out.
He snarled, about ready to unleash another Shishi Houkou Dan when he heard sounds of fighting. *Fighting? That has to be Ranma!*
He crept around, trying to find the battlefield. It didn't take long, since even a Hibiki can follow his ears. He leaped to a rooftop and saw some kind of demon fighting the Sailor Senshi. His eyes narrowed, and he prepared to go help the Senshi...
In the park...
"SHISHI HOUKOU DAN!"
A green blast of energy slammed into Klataban. He grunted in surprise, but was otherwise unaffected. He spared a glance at the fool who had tried such a pathetic attack, but instantly focused on the opponent in front of him.
The sword had struck him several times, but the cuts, while painful and a direct confirmation of the sword's power, were only superficial. He growled and stepped back, directing a volley of energy blasts at his sword-wielding foe.
His eyes darted among his enemies. The females alone would not have been much of a problem, nor would the swordsman, though he was proving himself a fine and worthy opponent. Together, however, they added up to quite a challenge. Throwing in the distraction the boy provided, and it became a fight Klataban knew he could not win.
He growled and stepped back. The nexus point would still be there when he returned. He faced the swordsman, brought his four fists together and bowed. Then he backed away and triggered the emergency teleport spell.
Back to the Senshi, again...
The swordsman bowed, "Good luck to you, Senshi. Farewell."
"Wait!"
He half-turned at Sailor Mercury's call, raising an eyebrow.
His eyes widened a barely noticable distance. "Yes, Mercury?"
"Who are you? Why are you helping us?"
He smiled faintly, "I'm Sir Terra, and I'm doing what I must. After all, a man can't ignore his sworn loyalty to the crown, can he?"
With that, he turned and left.
Then they heard a voice behind them, "Umm, where is the Tendo Dojo?"
Much later...
"Aw, c'mon, pops! Do we gotta?"
"Of course, m'boy! You need a vacation!"
Ranma really couldn't argue with _that_ statement, but going with the Tendos to visit some of their family was _not_ what he had in mind. It felt like they were trying to make him a part of the family, which, of course, brought the engagement to mind.
Still, there wasn't really any arguing with his father when he was in this mood. He sighed and began to pack. His father _did_ say they were going to be at the Hikawa Shrine for awhile...
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Rei Voiceover:
My cousins make a surprise visit to the shrine while we're in the middle of a Senshi meeting! Why does Ami look so preoccupied? Hey, who's he? He's pretty cute.
Mako-chan's old sempai?! I was beginning to think he didn't exist!
All this and more, next time on The Lunar Knights, "Meetings"! See you there!
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Author's Postscript:
Well, well! Part two. Never thought I'd get this far with this story arc. As for Makoto's old sempai, I don't know too much about him and will assume he isn't discussed in too much detail in the series.
This is Cyclone, signing off.
A great war was fought here, but now it was silent, only inhabited by the dead. Occasionally, a skeleton lay clutching a weapon, though sometimes not. Those that held the rusted weapons were invariably large and humanoid, though the bones were often replaced by equally-rusted cybernetics.
Others included large humanoids, with one difference: the skeletons bore evidence of an extra set of arms.
Sailor Pluto walked across the battlefield, shaking her head. She considered the monstrous battle that must have been fought here, *And now, they're bringing their war to Earth. There must be some way I can stop this... without disrupting the flow of time!*
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Based on stuff that's not mine...
Written by Cyclone...
Whirlwind Productions presents...
THE LUNAR KNIGHTS
Episode Two--Escalation
***********************************************************************
General Vargas glanced at his subordinate and spoke in their guttural native tongue, "Report."
"Initial reconnaissance suggests an overall weak and disorganized military presence, with numerous world powers and a great deal of infighting. However, this planet, like several we have encountered before, seems to possess a 'superhero' element which may prove itself a nuisance."
"Would a larger resource allocation be ideal to handle them?"
"No, sir. There is little cause for alarm from that area, as the 'superheroes' are few in number and apparently isolated into local regions. With one of our better-trained precision strike forces, they can be easily dealt with."
"Recommendation?"
"I request that Omega team be activated, sir." At this, General Vargas frowned. The colonel continued, "Their expertise in this field-..."
"...is entirely unnecessary. Activate Bravo and Delta teams instead. They will be more than enough. Have them coordinate a simultaneous strike. We don't want to give them any opportunity to prepare."
(Author's Note: It should be mentioned at this point that the teams aren't actually called "Bravo," "Delta," or "Omega." These are simply the closest English, or actually Greek, analogies.)
Colonel Karya could not complain. She had just been assigned two of the best-trained covert operations teams in the entire Lathian military. Admittedly not as good as Omega, but Omega was reserved for the gravest of mission, anyway. Still, she had more, worse, news for her commanding officer.
"There is more, sir. The Branaugh also seem to have taken an interest in this planet. One of our scouts reported encountering one just before we lost the transmission."
His eyes narrowed, "Did they retrieve any of our technology?"
She shook her head firmly, "No, sir. The Branaugh in question terminated the scout via a technique that consistently results in the elimination of not only the target, but also much of the surrounding area and the Branaugh itself."
"Good," he paused and deliberated for a moment. "I'm authorizing you to activate two level three combat drones of your choice. They should be sufficient enough to eliminate any foothold those demons have acquired on this planet. Dismissed."
She saluted (in the Lathian manner, which is to say, she bowed her head slightly, touched her forehead with the index finger of her fist, and jerked it out toward him), "Yes, sir!"
Elsewhere...
"Lord Graegor, I have disturbing news," the Branaugh was on one knee, head bowed in respect. The Branaugh tongue, identical to the Lathian language, sounded even harsher, due to the gravelly voice of the speaker, which somehow conveyed in its tone the reverence he held for his lord.
Graegor nodded, "Rise, my son. What news?"
"We have met unexpected resistance, and the Lathians are here."
The Father Of All Branaugh suddenly rose to his feet and demanded, "Do they know of our plans?"
"There is no indication that they do, Lord-Father. Contact with them has been brief, but what we _do_ know suggests that they were as surprised by our presence as we were by theirs. Also, I am saddened to inform you of the death of Brother Targath."
Graegor slowly sat back down, "I see. Continue with the plan, but be wary of the humanoid scum. Avoid the local resistance if possible. We do _not_ need another enemy."
"Yes, m'lord."
"I trust this matter to you, Calador."
The young Branaugh knelt again, "I am honored by your confidence in me, Lord-Father."
Much later...
Klataban crept through the Juuban District. His large frame went unnoticed by the majority of the populous. A few seemed somewhat uneasy when they went near him, but they all shrugged off the feeling as just nerves.
Well, almost all.
Even so, Sailor Pluto was reluctant to interfere. Everything had to fall into place _just_ right, or it may prove disastrous.
The Branaugh approached the park. *Unless my sense is off, the nexus point should be riiiiight... there!*
Klataban confidently strode out to the nexus point. All he had to do was-...
ZZAP!
He heard laughter. He snarled and pulled himself to his feet, ignoring the large burn on his back. The Walls of Distraction spell was now wearing off thanks to the blast, and the locals had fled, screaming for help. He quickly spotted and identified his assailant...
"Lathian," he muttered under his breath.
The Lathian replied, "Of course. Captain Vekan, at your service... your _funeral_ service, that is."
Capt. Vekan leveled his rifle at Klataban. The gun was a beefed-up, enhanced version of the standard Lathian battle rifle.
Klataban wasted no words. He let out an inhuman battle cry and leaped at the Lathian. Vekan, expecting the berserker charge, was nevertheless stunned by the ferocity of the attack. He was thrown back, flung against and through a large oak tree.
The Lathian shook his head clear and looked up, only to see the massive Branaugh standing over him, slamming him with four energy blasts and driving him into the ground.
Vekan snarled. He could not, _would_ not, let himself be defeated by this... this _primitive_! His sturdy rifle, damaged beyond any capability of firing, still made a more than adequate club.
WHACK!
Stumbling back, Klataban cursed himself for forgetting about the impossible strength that cybernetics lent the average Lathian. Vekan took this opportunity to bumrush the Branaugh, slamming him beyond the park limits, across the street, and into the side of a concrete building.
Klataban did not move.
Vekan drew his sidearm, resting the barrel flush against Klataban's forehead, and muttered, "To think that primitives like _you_ have been causing so much trouble. I can't believe High Command is raising such a ruckus about something so... hideous and barbaric as you."
He chuckled. "This is almost too easy."
Then he heard a voice, speaking in the language of the local people, "Hey, you! Damaging public property and endangering innocents is..." The voice trailed off and dropped to a whisper, "Guys, umm, a little help here?"
Another voice sighed and broke in, continuing where the first had left off, "...a crime against the people. These people have done nothing against you, and to threaten them is an immoral injustice!"
The first voice returned, "I am Sailor Moon! I will right wrongs and triumph over evil, and that means you! In the name of the Moon..."
"...and Mars!"
"...and Mercury!" This was the voice that had finished the initial speech.
"...and Jupiter!"
"...and Venus!"
All five of the sailor-suited females cried out simultaneously, "...we'll PUNISH you!"
Vekan looked at them casually... and laughed. *_This_,* he wondered, *is the local team of heroes?! I can't believe they actually took the time to make such a _ridiculous_ speech and not even get the whole speech done properly!*
He smirked and raised his sidearm, pointing it at the Sailor Senshi.
(Author's Note: Hi, again. To get the proper image of Vekan's "sidearm," one must take into account the immense strength afforded him, and most Lathians, by his cybernetics. Then one must consider that the "standard Lathian battle rifle" mentioned earlier has approximately the same caliber as a small mortar. Putting these two facts together, it then becomes clear how the hand cannon Capt. Vekan held would be considered a "sidearm" by a Lathian, even with its shotgun-sized barrel.)
The Senshi eeped and dove out of the way. The blast impacted a tree and shattered it with ease. Vekan laughed. While the mission he had been assigned to was actually reconnaissance, that didn't mean he couldn't get a little more fun out of it, especially since High Command wanted these "superheroes" disposed of anyway.
Still, it was time to get down to business...
On the flip side of things...
The Inner Senshi were not having a good time. This new cyborg was proving to be more of a challenge than the other two cyborgs they had fought. It seemed much smarter and faster than the other two. The only good news was that it seemed to have lost its main weapon in the battle with... whatever it had been fighting.
Suddenly, they heard a pair of voices that lifted their spirits considerably.
"WORLD SHAKING!"
"DEEP SUBMERGE!"
The double-team attack from the Outer Senshi slammed into the cyborg, sending it flying back into the smashed building.
Back to Vekan...
He snarled. Those two, the short-haired blonde and the green-haired girl, had blindsided him. He cursed himself as he picked himself up off of the apparently comatose Branaugh. He should have realized that they would hold a small force in reserve for any weakness they might spot. He had grown careless. It didn't matter that "superheroes" rarely used common-sense military tactics; he should have anticipated it, anyway.
*Time for a strategic retreat.*
He flicked a switch on the barrel of his sidearm and fired a rapid-fire stream of explosive energy bolts from his gun as he ran off, activating his cloaking device.
Again to the Sailor Senshi...
After the smoke cleared out, it was obvious that the cyborg was gone. However, they all spotted a large demon emerging from the remnants of a concrete building near where they last saw the cyborg.
For once, Sailor Moon managed to put one and one together. Too bad she still came up with one.
"It must've transformed into that demon!"
"SHINE AQUA ILLUSION!"
Back to the "demon" in question...
Klataban rose, surprised that he was still alive. Usually, Lathians didn't hold much regard for mercy. *So, why-...?*
His thought was interrupted by a sudden blast of cold that struck his chest. He flew backwards, but managed to keep from falling. He snarled, *So, that's it. He leaves me alive to let his cronies take me out instead. He _insults_ me with such behaviour!*
The Branaugh gathered up a massive ball of energy between his four hands and sent it towards the seven ridiculously-dressed human females. As expected, they dove out of the way, and Klataban pelted the area with smaller and less powerful (but still quite deadly) blasts.
Suddenly, a rose flew through the air and unerringly pricked his forehead. He growled with irritation and brushed the annoying flower away before smashing the well-dressed idiot who had had the gall to attack him in such a ridiculous manner.
To the Senshi again...
Tuxedo Kamen flew through the air and landed painfully against a building, creating a small crater. He groaned and tried to pick himself up, only to slump back into the crater, unconscious.
"TORNADO SLASH!"
The demon stumbled back a few steps. Their mysterious saviour had returned. He shook his head, "Damn. This thing's even uglier than that cyborg."
He charged, slashing his sword in a complex pattern of swings that changed from moment to moment...
Meanwhile...
Ryouga felt like yelling again. It was a great way to relieve stress and tended to be less costly than breaking things, unless he had the good fortune to get lost before the owner found out.
He snarled, about ready to unleash another Shishi Houkou Dan when he heard sounds of fighting. *Fighting? That has to be Ranma!*
He crept around, trying to find the battlefield. It didn't take long, since even a Hibiki can follow his ears. He leaped to a rooftop and saw some kind of demon fighting the Sailor Senshi. His eyes narrowed, and he prepared to go help the Senshi...
In the park...
"SHISHI HOUKOU DAN!"
A green blast of energy slammed into Klataban. He grunted in surprise, but was otherwise unaffected. He spared a glance at the fool who had tried such a pathetic attack, but instantly focused on the opponent in front of him.
The sword had struck him several times, but the cuts, while painful and a direct confirmation of the sword's power, were only superficial. He growled and stepped back, directing a volley of energy blasts at his sword-wielding foe.
His eyes darted among his enemies. The females alone would not have been much of a problem, nor would the swordsman, though he was proving himself a fine and worthy opponent. Together, however, they added up to quite a challenge. Throwing in the distraction the boy provided, and it became a fight Klataban knew he could not win.
He growled and stepped back. The nexus point would still be there when he returned. He faced the swordsman, brought his four fists together and bowed. Then he backed away and triggered the emergency teleport spell.
Back to the Senshi, again...
The swordsman bowed, "Good luck to you, Senshi. Farewell."
"Wait!"
He half-turned at Sailor Mercury's call, raising an eyebrow.
His eyes widened a barely noticable distance. "Yes, Mercury?"
"Who are you? Why are you helping us?"
He smiled faintly, "I'm Sir Terra, and I'm doing what I must. After all, a man can't ignore his sworn loyalty to the crown, can he?"
With that, he turned and left.
Then they heard a voice behind them, "Umm, where is the Tendo Dojo?"
Much later...
"Aw, c'mon, pops! Do we gotta?"
"Of course, m'boy! You need a vacation!"
Ranma really couldn't argue with _that_ statement, but going with the Tendos to visit some of their family was _not_ what he had in mind. It felt like they were trying to make him a part of the family, which, of course, brought the engagement to mind.
Still, there wasn't really any arguing with his father when he was in this mood. He sighed and began to pack. His father _did_ say they were going to be at the Hikawa Shrine for awhile...
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Rei Voiceover:
My cousins make a surprise visit to the shrine while we're in the middle of a Senshi meeting! Why does Ami look so preoccupied? Hey, who's he? He's pretty cute.
Mako-chan's old sempai?! I was beginning to think he didn't exist!
All this and more, next time on The Lunar Knights, "Meetings"! See you there!
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Author's Postscript:
Well, well! Part two. Never thought I'd get this far with this story arc. As for Makoto's old sempai, I don't know too much about him and will assume he isn't discussed in too much detail in the series.
This is Cyclone, signing off.