With the gentle tingling of bells, Shepard emerged from the place between places, she found herself standing in an empty ballroom. The floor was smooth. It was motionless. Time had turned it into a faded expanse of yellowed white marble.

Shepard smiled, "Still in better condition then the rest stops back on earth"

"You are on earth, Shepard", croaked a voice.

In the distance, leaning against a mahogany door of significant proportions, was a man. No- a boy. Couldn't have been older then 24. But his face was a ragged mess of scars. His brown skin carried a sickly ashen tint.

"They thought it would be easier for you to . . . adjust. If you were greeted by some one from your earth"

There were chandeliers over head, swaying gently from an imperceptible breeze that could not exist. There were no windows in the ballroom. No windows that Shepard could see. "Do I know you?", she asked. And her voice carried itself to the young man who shook their head.

"Would you like to come with me?", he asked.

Overhead the lights flickered weakly. The Chandeliers ceased their motion, and Shepard noticed that the kid was putting allot of weight their right leg. His expression was pained.

" I'd rather stay here", called back Shepard.

The shattered figure, who was still leaning against the huge mahogany door shuddered. An impossibly load roaring creaking noise filled the Ball room as the doors- on the opposite side of ballroom opened to the bewilderment of the young man, and to the dull surprise of Commander Shepard.

A sea of blinding light, a well of pressure, and a flurry of rose petals greeted commander Shepard. A fine young lady with short blue hair stepped into the almost empty ballroom. She smiled nervously.

"Sorry, I guess that the gate way dumped you here by mistake. My apologies", she said with a curt little bow, "Please, follow me".

Commander Shepard raised an eyebrow. Her eyes had adjusted to the light. In the other room, the other ballroom, people were laughing. They were happy. Some of them were in Tuxedo's and some of them were in dresses. The most beautiful dresses she'd ever seen. Of different makes, and styles, and colors.

The Commander took a deep breath, and then she shrugged. "Sure"

The Blue haired young lady came up to Shepard and put her arm through the Commanders arm. "We've been waiting for you", they Merrily chirped.

Sheppard nodded.

"I don't suppose you'll make me dance with any tortured souls"

"Only the ones we couldn't save", responded the Blue haired young woman, "and you killed the last human in that category. But, if they're your type, then I guess you could dance with me."

The Massive Mahogony doors closed behind the pair. It had taken them over 30 paces to travel from where Shepard stood to their current location. The doors took over 14 seconds to close.

"You aren't human?"

"Do you still consider yourself human Shepard?"

An orchestral score swelled. People scrambled for partners. The Blue haired woman offered Shepard a hand, which the commander accepted with grace of someone trying to strangle a rabbit.

"Not much of a Dancer", the Blue haired girl asked flatly.

"I do my dancing on the battlefield. With a sniper rifle, and camouflage, and plenty of space between me and what I'm trying to kill"

"So, do you not prefer close combat?"

Shepard put a hand on the young ladies hips. Said young lady regarded the Commander. Her expression was unreadable. Her eyes gave away little. The music continued to play. They swayed.

"Well, I enjoy it", admitted the Commander, "but I lack finesse".

The young lady winced in pain. The commanders clumsy feet were turning her toes into hamburger meet. She should have borrowed a pair of Mamo-chans reinforced Usagi proof dancing shoes.

"mmmmghgrhg, you don't say", suggested the blue haired woman diplomatically.

"So", cut in Shepard, "are you the one in charge?"

"Oh no, I'm just the Royal Doctor. ", truthfully stated Ami Mizuno/ Sailor Mercury, princess of Mercury, the sailor of water and knowledge.

"That isn't the whole truth", stated Commander Shepard very undiplomatically.

Ami Mizuno grimaced.

"What- what are you going to do about it Shepard?"

"Well", said the Commander sighed as she mulled over the likely hood that she was just a pawn in some bigger game, "First things-"

She reached out, and she snapped Ami Mizuno's neck. Then she closed her eyes and made peace with herself. Then Shepard took a deep breath. She didn't think about galactic politics, or what could have been, or what was about to happen.

She thought about a little girl that had been fused with a machine. And all the years she must have suffered. Shepard didn't wonder if she'd done the right thing. She exhaled. And then she died. Happy.

AN: Hey, thank you every one who read this story. And every one who favorited it. I'm sorry that it was a let down and that was terrible and that I couldn't execute on such a promising premise. Sorry. Also, I couldn't have kept on written it wasn't for the awesome reviews by Nobody Smurf. And I'm eternally grateful to AiSard for giving an honest review that made me realize that I should probably try to rewrite this story. Sorry that I messed up the rewrite. And sorry, super awesome guest reviewer, that I never made that time line or full on Sailor Moon Codex so that people who weren't that well aquatinted with Sailor Moon could follow along.

Any ways, thank you so much every one. I'm sorry. I'll try not to Fudge it up this bad next story. If you want to read a story written by an Author who can actually write, check out the work TheElephantInThePrideParade. Her work is amazing!