Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Star Wars. Sailor Moon belong to Naoko Takeuichi and Toei Animation. Star Wars is Lucas and Lucasarts' property. The only exceptions are the OCs.

The humanoid captain tried to keep himself steady as he felt his ship rumble beneath his feet. Typical of his race, the captain had a red complexion, and on his face were tendrils hanging from his cheekbones along with hairless eyebrow-stalks. His uniform was comprised of black armor over his body, and on his left hip hung a cylindrical hilt of some kind.

The captain gripped the armrest of his chair with his clawed hands as his eyes yellow eyes stared at the crew on his bridge. Most of his crew was like him, red skinned humanoids who wore the same black armor, yet there were a few humans additions to the crew. Each one attended to the computers placed around the edges of the circular bridge.

Once more, the ship rocked again, sending half of the bridge's personnel hitting the ground, while the rest were able to keep their footing. The captain's grip on his chair prevented himself from being flung onto the floor, but that was close to happening. The captain saw sparks erupting from a few of the computers, almost blinding the personnel attending them, and it was not long until the alarm blared.

Bringing back to his seat, the captain roared over the alarms. "Helmsmen, report!"

One of the crew members, a human with brown hair and green eyes, was the first to answer. "The shields have gone done by fifteen percent and the turbolasers on the port bow have gone offline!" he answered. "We continue to remain, we lose our sheilds!"

The captain silent cursed in his native tongue before he stared at the enemy ship from the bridge's window. The captain could see the enemy's turrets overwhelming them, their weapon fire pounding against the shields. It would only be a matter of time until the shields collapsed, and when that happened, his ship would be nothing more than a flaming husk in space… but there was one alternative.

Turning his head to the navigator, the captain ordered, "Make the jump to hyperspace!"

One of the bridge's personnel, who was the same member as the captain's species, looked at his commanding officer with horror on his face. "But the engines were hit! Making a jump would be suicide, my lord!" he objected as he walked up to the captain.

Standing from his chair, the captain's yellow eyes stared his subordinate for a second before his hand grabbed the cylinder on his belt. The last thing the bridge's officer saw was a red blade protruding from the hilt before the red blade struck his chest. Almost everyone turned around to see the crew member's body drop at the captain's feet, the strange red blade letting out a hum before it retreated back into the hilt.

The captain's eyes left the corpse at his feet towards the fearful looks on the other members of his crew. "Any more questions?!" his voice rang out. When no one answered, he shouted, "Good! Now make the jump!"

Returning their attention back to their respective computers, the crew began plotting a new course as their captain hooked his hilt to his belt. As he sat down, the captain hoped that this risky maneuver would work.

On board the other vessel, its crew worked vigorously to continue their attack on their enemies. The bridge's crew was consisted of a majority of humans, while the rest belonged to a multitude of different species. Each one wore a dull gray uniform that identified them as military with small parts of gray armor placed on one arm.

The commander of the vessel was a human with a fair complexion and dressed in the same uniform, yet the red plate of armor on his arm signified his superior status. The commander sat in his chair, fidgeting with anxiety as he stared at the enemy ship. He paid little attention to the one standing next to him.

Standing next to him was a humanoid, her green skin making her stand out from the others. She had cones for ears, but the most striking features were the large tendrils protruding from the back of her head and wrapped around her neck. Unlike everyone else on the bridge, she wore brown robes underneath a set of armor covering her chest and shoulders. On her belt was small box that had a cord connected to a cylindrical hilt hooked on the other side.

The commander impatiently waited for some report, and his wish was answered when he heard one of the crew announce, "Commander, their shields have decreased by fifteen percent!"

Boredom was replaced with excitement as he gave a grin to his friend standing by him. "It won't be long until their shields are down! We have them in our grasp!" he told her.

The green-skinned woman turned to the commander. "Don't be too sure, commander," she spoke, caution in her voice.

The commander would have given some snarky remark, but he halted at the sight of the enemy vessel suddenly become nothing more than a small dot. He found himself staring at the emptiness of space for a few moments before another crew member reported, "Commander, the Sith ship is going into hyperspace!"

"I can see that!" he gave an annoyed glare at the one who said that. Turning his head to the rest of his crew, the commander shouted, "Prep the engines! We can still catch that ship!"

"Yes sir," came from another of the crew.

As the crew prepared the ship, the female noticed on their faces was concern towards their commander's order. She, herself, had been a little skeptical, but she wanted to end this conflict as soon as possible.

Turning her head to the bridge's window, the alien woman and the commander watched the stars become streak in the black abyss of space as they entered the plane known as hyperspace.

Where they would end up, no one knew. And no one would know for the next five thousand years.

AN: This is just an idea I had for a while. Now, some people who've read my fics would know my Sailor Moon crossover are usually just bashing the Sailor Moon anime. Well, with this one, I want to 'redeem' myself, as the case may be. I want to poke fun at the Sailor Scouts without hating them. I hope this works.

Raika out!