AN: Howdy, sorry. This chapter also pretty short. I um should also probably share some more information with y'all. In case you aren't familiar with Sailor Moon.

During the 20th century (or 21st if you go by the updated Crystal timeline) there existed a young girl called Ami Mizuno. Her mother, who was a very hard working Doctor, raised her. Ami wanted to be a Doctor. Just like her mother. So she applied herself to her studies with great fervor. Many of her peers resented Ami. They said that she must be some kind of Machine. But one girl, Usagi Tsukino, befriended her. Ami would later discover that she's a Sailor Scout. A Guardian of Love and Justice that fights against evil. She'd go on many adventures with her friend Usagi and the other Guardians. The other Guardians would become her friends too. And even though things would get dark, and she'd die a few times, in the end every one would come back to life and they'd all live happily ever after. They'd live in a Utopia called Crystal Tokyo. Where humans can live for a thousand years!

Ami Mizuno has blue hair and blue eyes. She likes studying and swimming. Dislikes Love Letters, and any one getting a higher test score then her. When Ami is transformed she goes by a different name; Sailor Mercury.

Himalayan Lab Complex, Earth

Shepard still had three bullets. She was still in a dude's body. Still wearing nothing but a pair of pants torn off of a dead man. Oh, and she was still burning up. Only now she had a massive migraine and she was starving.

Not just normal starving. Eating an entire Varren kind of starving. Digging into what ever is on her plate without teasing Garrus once kind of starving. Thinking, "Yeah, I could really go for some of Ruperts old Mystery meat soup", that kind of starving.

"Commander, I've found a way to get past the blast door. But its dangerous and fool hardy-"

"Do it"

Mnesia raised a hand to her mouth, and she bit down. Like most academics of her caliber she possessed a talent. A very dangerous talent, she could summon things that go bump in the night. It just took a little blood.

She bit down harder, till she could taste her blood. Human's, are supposed to have warm blood. Hers wasn't. It was cool, like the water from a mountain spring, and it was thick.

It was also, strictly speaking, a conjured material. Separated from her body it wouldn't last long. So she'd have to work quickly. It'd been 218 years since she attempted a summoning. But she still remembered the pattern. She remembered everything.

Mnesia pulled her hand away from her mouth quickly. It was already healing. Flesh was knitting itself back together. She kept her mouth shut, she used her tongue and gravity to try and get a lion's share of her blood in one place, and she forced it out onto the floor. She spat it out forcefully as if it were venom.

Perhaps . . . one could call it venom, or a poison of sorts, after all it was mostly made up of thoughts and Memories. Well, that and magic. And Memories can be incredibly painful. They can tear a person to bits from the inside out. Make them waste away. Make them scream impotently for some one . . . any one to save them.

Mnesia knelt down. Her lips became a straight line. Her eyebrows kneaded together. Her fingers blurred as they traced the pattern. There was a burst of gentle blue light. Which flickered, to be replaced by an Azure glow.

"I the guardian of wisdom call you into this world, I the guardian of Knowledge call you into this world, Through my blood you can taste the world of water, and with my conjured flesh you can sense the intellect of Sol's children", the girl whispered fervently. She inhaled sharply through her nose. And she raised one hand towards the summoning circle. Her eyes were staring through the circle. Staring into the depths of what lies beyond mortal comprehension. Her earrings started to shine; they let off some blue light of their own.

"IN THE NAME OF LOVE AND EXAMS. I SUMMON YOU!"

A rush of cold wind tore into the room. It came from behind them, it came in with such force that Commander Shepard had to catch them as it forced them forwards. Bit by bit the commander was pushed, no, pulled closer and closer to the summoning circle. The cold tore at the Commanders open flesh. It seeped into the commander's bones. The Commander braced themselves as best they could.

Against all logic the girl before them wasn't moving. Her blue hair was so very still. That said she was no longer on the ground. She was levitating half a meter above it. And the commander noted, to her bewilderment, that around the girls silhouette there was a gentle blue glow.

There was a change, a flicker, and for a Moment the entity called Mnesia resembled something else. The Blue haired worrier that Shepard has witnessed in her fever dream, the powerful entity with a compassionate soothing smile.

At this point Shepard didn't know what believe. Was she really seeing this or had she gone mad. Perhaps she was just unconscious. Perhaps this was just some kind of dream. Some kind of dream where she could feel sharp numbing cold, some kind of dream where every last fiber of her being quaked at the power emanating from the figure before her, perhaps she was just stuck in the kind of dream that you never wake up from. No matter how hard you scream.

The entity reverted to their previous form. They fell to the ground. And that all encompassing wind that tore into the room settled down till it became a gentle breeze.

Sickly brackish green liquid burst out of the summoning circle. Something followed it out. At first it was skeletal. It was horrible. It fused with the liquid. Flesh knitted itself into place. And then burst. Something was writhing beneath the summoned lumps flesh. It broke free. Black viscera sprayed through out the chamber. Coating the walls. Missing both the guardian and the commander by scant millimeters.

What emerged from it was bent over. If the thing was able to stand at its full height them perhaps it would have been two stories tall.

As things were, it could barely fit into the front half of the room. Its twisted hindquarters, a mish mash of thick rope like tendons visible through ghostly pale translucent skin, filled up most of the commander's vision and it occurred to commander that only one word could fit this thing before her eyes.

Demon.

The Blue haired entity that had summoned this thing let out a exasperated sigh. Streaks of white frost marred her flesh. She rose to her feet, patiently. She uttered a command. "Remove the door, and hunt them down"

There was a noise. A mockery of sound that mimicked the singing of glaciers as they melt and another noise followed it. A shriek, the shriek of metal that's torn and sundered, it was coming from the blast door. Then there was a cry. A terrible victorious cry that came from all angles and soon the beast had vanished.

It disappeared in a flurry of snowflakes. It was gone. The blast door was no more. Torn to ribbons by the Guardians pet freak.

"Outside", the blue haired girl said, "outside there are members of the Rapine Storm. A cultist group that gave this world some trouble two centuries ago"

Then the girl tilted her head.

"Outside", she continued, "there were members of the Rapine Storm. A cultist group that favored the use of Metaterrestrials during the Aeon war, they'd unleash them on innocents, they did that in the name of the King in Yellow"

She turned her head to the side. She turned her head towards Shepard, and asked a simple question, "Would you say that I have administered Justice?"

Shepard remained quiet for a moment. Then they shrugged, "I'd rather not make any judgments until I can get a better grasp the situation."

The blue haired girl turned her head again. Slowly. Now she was looking forwards. Her back was towards Shepard.

"Well spoken Commander. Now, I believe that you wanted to visit the armory. It should be on the Second level. Follow me"