CHAPTER VII: BATTLE PLANS, SORCERY, AND FAMILY REUNIONS, OH MY!
Soldier Uranus looked over at the stunned Senshi and Pilots before shaking hir head. They would need a LOT of training to combat Chaos, especially since it was not more powerful… S/he sighed and closed hir eyes, allowing hir transformation to disengage, allowing Hisharo-chan to remain in the Senshi's place. She looked at the ghostly pair once more, silently promising to protect their heirs with all her being. They seemed to hear her as they nodded at her before fading away into the night. She then returned her gaze to the Senshi and Pilots and spoke, "I recommend that we leave this place before OZ sends out some of its soldiers to come investigate."
Heero turned his head to look at her and nodded his head in agreement, "A wise decision. Let's get going while the going's good."
The Senshi and Pilots walked over to their vehicles and piled into them.
****** Minutes Later ******
They drove to the Senshi's home and sat around a large formal dining table, with Solace and Usagi and each end. Wufei looked over at Usagi from where he sat at Solace's right and sighed silently.
"I do not understand the whole true abilities thing…" Usagi whispered.
"You saw me henshin. Its similar to that." Hisharo-chan informed her, "Only to a different level."
"Level?" Wufei asked.
"Yes, Sir Wufei. They are several levels to the henshins. For the Soldier Senshi there are three levels that are well known of and another level that is a simply a myth. Soldier form, Planetary Armor, and Elemental Armor; the Myth is the Celestial form. The Sailor Senshi have the Sailor, Eternal, and they too are said to ascend to the Mythical Celestial form as well. None have gone over the Elemental armor or the Eternal forms except the First Senshi, and that is just a Myth in itself."
Duo mockingly said, "SIR Wufei? Lady, what are you on to mistake him for a knight or something?"
Hisharo-chan's violet eyes narrowed as she stood. The insignia of the Royal Family of Uranus flared into life as she began to chant under her breath, "Of two forms, become thee one with option of form to change from one to another, so mote this be!"
A brilliant light engulfed Hisharo-chan and those that peered into the light saw her form change from that to male ghost they had seen earlier and her OZ uniform changed to that of an outfit from Earth's British Regency era, with the pants and vest a dark golden-yellow and the jacket of dark navy blue; with the new outfit was a pristine white shirt and cravat with a cravat pin with the Royal insignia of Uranus emblazed on it in burnished gold and dark blue topaz; upon his hands were gloves the same color of his breeches and on his feet were black knee-high boots with silver buckles. His hair remained the same ankle length red braid and eyes stayed the same fathomless violet while the features hardened and became more masculine.
"Watakushi wa Ten'ou Hisharo, Tennousei no ouji-sama. (I am Hisharo Ten'ou, Prince of Uranus.)" He said, his tone even more so regal that Zechs and Relena's combined, "I am the protector of the ouji-sama, Solaris of the White Sol Kingdom, more commonly known as Sanno Solace, comrade of the Soldier and Sailor Senshi, twin brother to Sailor Uranus. Wufei IS a knight. So are Heero, Trowa, and yourself."
"What of me…?" Quatre asked.
Hisharo's now masculine features softened slightly as he stared at the young man. He then bowed deeply to him as he spoke, "You are the twin brother of Serenity-hime and younger brother of the ouji-sama. It is an honor and a pleasure to see you once more."
The pilots' jaws collectively dropped. Quatre blinked repeatedly as he forced his jaw closed.
"I'm an ouji-sama???" Quatre stuttered.
"Hai, Quatre-sama. Your full name was Prince Tranquility the fourth, although many called you Quatre," a smile played around Hisharo's lips, "Your twin and the younger of the Senshi being the majority."
Solace smiled slightly as he gazed at Quatre, "That could explain why you were so familiar to me."
"And to me." Usagi said, her sapphire eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
Hisharo's eyes darted over to Solace and he smiled slightly, pleased to see his Prince and Love happy and healthy.
"Who or what is Chaos?" Asked Shawn.
"Chaos is a powerful entity that posses no actual form or gender; it does, however, take host bodies of mortal beings who possess certain traits it finds desirable: greed, lust, hatred, as well as the other negative emotions. Chaos is eternal and can never be destroyed. It can, however, be contained." A dark and mysterious feminine voice stated from behind them.
Many jumped from their seats and turned to face the new comer. The woman they faced wore a sailor-like fuku composed of a white leotard-like body suit, short black skirt, and black high heels, and white gloves with black bands. Her hair was long, and a greenish-black, with some of her hair done up in a bun and the rest falling loose in a cascade down her shoulders and back, ending at her knees. In her hands was a long, ornate key-like staff that was black in color with a maroon orb nestled in the curve of a heart frame that topped the staff. Though she appeared to be in her early twenties, her ancient maroon eyes told of her true age.
Heero leapt protectively before Ami as Wufei did the same for Usagi. What surprised them all was Ryoken. The generally hyperactive teen had leapt up the conference table and the air before his hands rippled and a long, ornate key-like staff appeared in his hands. The staff was black in color with a maroon orb resting on top of the scientific symbol of Pluto. It was almost identical to the woman's. The look of surprise on Ryoken's face was comical.
"Nice to see you too, itooto-chan (dear little brother)." The woman said dryly.
"Itooto-chan??" Ryoken stuttered.
"Hai. You are Ryoken, Meiou no ouji-sama (Prince of Pluto), Senshi of Ice and Time, Soldier Pluto." The woman stared smugly. "And I am your oneesan (elder sister), Setsuna, Sailor Pluto."
Ryoken's garnet colored eyes rolled back in his head as he fainted and hit the table with a dull *thud*, his staff rattling as it struck the table beside him.