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LUNAR: The Lost Episodes

By Jeffrey C. Branch

Volume 20: Episode 2-14.14 "Skepticism"

Rating: PG-13

 

 

Philadelphia, Planet Earth, Sol system, 8 February 2738

            In a side tunnel of the city's subway system, twenty-five yards from the City Hall station, Karmella, having changed back to her beautiful humanoid form, looked on as Jonathan Grant stared intently at a panel in the wall, activating the retina scanner built into it.  A soft double beep acknowledged his identity and a door hissed open.

            Grant turned to grin at his partner.  "Enter freely, and of your own will."

            Karmella chuckled as she picked up the unconscious Dark Kingdom agent, who lay slumped against the wall, and brought him inside, followed by Grant, who pressed a button on the inside wall to close the door.

            Grant's safehouse actually was an office beneath the three-century-old City Hall building that was connected to an old underground bomb shelter complex.  It was very spacious, yet spartanly furnished, consisting of an office area with a desk, chair, computer monitor and full bookshelf, a living area off to the side with a couch, coffee table, a loveseat and a wall mounted 3v system.  To the rear of the space were a kitchenette and a sleeping/bath area, and next to that was a metal table with arm, leg, and head restraints.

            "Very nice, darling," said Karmella in an appreciative purr as she unceremoniously dropped the goon and looked around her.  This was the first time she had visited Grant's primary safehouse.  "How do you manage this?  And in your city's seat of government to boot?"

            "My father, Serenity rest his soul, was a very influential politician in this town... well, as influential as a politician can be in this day and age," answered Grant. "This was where he did all his business.  He bequeathed it to me in his will when he died ten years ago.  I refurbished the place, then added the secret passage from the subway."

            Walking to the kitchenette, Grant opened the refrigerator and removed two tall bottles of Lunar spring water and popped the caps.  "My cover identity is a lawyer working for the city.  Actually, I'm a member of the bar and do work for the City Council of Reps when I'm not playing James Bond."

            "Hide in plain sight.  I like it," Karmella replied as she accepted a bottle from Grant and sipped from it.  "What about the people outside?  Things could get rather loud when we start questioning this weasel."

            "Not to worry, kitten.  I've got that covered."  The LISA agent slid open panels near the front door of the office, revealing a series of six buttons.  As Grant pressed each button, a bank of corresponding lights beneath them winked on, glowing a bright green.  At the same time, a green light in each corner of the room flashed on as well.

            "Soundproofing generator.  One of the whiz kids at Skunk Works is a drinking buddy and he fixed this up for me," Grant explained.  "I've played the 1812 Overture on my music system full blast at high noon without disturbing anyone outside.  Let's get started.  Bring him over to the table."

            With a nod, Karmella dragged the DK agent over to the table and hoisted him on it.  Grant then secured the thug's arms and legs in the restraints.  After securing the thug's head, the LISA agent placed a sensor pad wired to a box at the head of the table to each temple.  Satisfied with his work, Grant flicked a switch on the box, which hummed, while a small monitor screen winked on, revealing a jagged line, indicating the goon's brainwaves.

            "Our guest is wired up and ready for questioning," Grant pronounced.

            Karmella shook her head and smirked.  "Boys and their toys."  Her expression then turned serious.  "Jonathan, I've been your partner for three years now and shared many adventures with you, including the most outrageously wonderful bedplay I've ever had with a non-Isbanni.  But this is the first time I've heard that you were in the military.  Why did you leave?"

            "Two reasons.  One:  I've always been something of a rogue, even as a kid," Grant replied, as he removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves.  "While I loved the prestige and the power that came from being a magic user in the Army, it was too structured, had too many rules for my liking.  Being a spy, however, getting down and dirty to fight the bad guys, fit my rather nefarious personality much better."

            "And the second?"

            "I didn't want to be immortal.  Call me crazy, but the idea of living for hundreds of years like the Senshi and Sorcerers repulsed me on every level imaginable.  Bottom line: I don't want to outlive family or friends," Grant paused to place a hand on Karmella's cheek.  "Or lovers.  To me, that would be the absolute worst kind of torture.  I have no qualms about living a normal lifespan, then dying at a ripe old age when my time is done."

            Karmella purred sweetly from Grant's touch, which she always enjoyed.  Then, her bright golden eyes twinkled mischievously and she chuckled.  "Unless some DK scumbag kills you first."

            Grant laughed.  "Tsk.  Such a pessimist.  Okay, let's play twenty questions with our guest.  Time is short."

 

Skunk Works, in orbit of Luna, Sol system, 8 February 2738

Skunk Works Research Facility Cryonics Department

            As the Planetary of Ice, Sailor Mercury's pride and joy was the cryonics section at Skunk Works, where she performed vital research on the interaction of flora and fauna at arctic and sub-zero temperatures.

            Sailor Mercury's extensive studies on the relationship of lifeforms, metals, and plastics to extremes of cold over the last two hundred plus years helped lead to the development of the RSN's current generation of environmental protective suits used by starship crews throughout the fleet.   Without such suits, the exploration of planets with atmospheres harmful to humans would have been impossible.  And knowledge of other worlds would not have been gained.

            The place where Sailor Mercury conducted her experiments was a specially designed, ten meter square chamber constructed of duranium reinforced crystal one meter thick all around.  Nicknamed 'The Fridge' by Sailor Mercury in one of her moments of levity, the chamber used a shielding system to protect people on the outside from the intense cold generated inside via a modified TPA unit Sailor Mercury used to produce sustained sub-zero temperatures.

            Inside the chamber, Sailor Mercury, Lieutenant Janeway, and four technicians, all garbed in enviro-suits, stood around a reinforced steel biobed on which a Slasher lay.  Modular force field units, rated at being able to restrain up to five thousand foot-pounds of pressure per square inch, bound its wrists, ankles, torso, and neck in place.  Yet, everyone, including the Planetary, was apprehensive about the creature being out of its container.

            Sensor pads attached to the creature's chest and head monitored its vital functions.  Sailor Mercury looked at the readouts on a nearby monitor screen, what she saw made her frown as, even unconscious, the beast's pulse and heart rate were eight times greater than that of a normal human, while its brainwave activity was almost non-existent.  Sailor Mercury, having never seen anything like this before, found the inconsistency extremely puzzling.

            "Heightened pulmonary functions, yet barely negligible brainwave activity.  Most curious," muttered the Planetary, shaking her head.  "All right, people, activate your suit atmospheres.  I'm going to lower the temperature to keep the creature insensate while we draw fluids."

            While the technicians pressed a green button on the control panel attached to their left wrists, that activated the atmospheric generators in their suits to keep them warm, Sailor Mercury walked over to a far corner of the chamber and sat down at a console where the TPA unit was.  After pressing several buttons on the console, Sailor Mercury slid her arms into the sockets and gripped the handles.  She closed her eyes, cleared her mind and concentrated.

            Moments later, the temperature in the chamber dropped quickly and dramatically as Sailor Mercury focused her power into the amplifier.  As ice formed on the walls, Janeway stared up at another screen, which monitored the interior of the chamber; the digital readout went down swiftly, finally stopping after only a minute at thirty-two degrees below zero.

            "Lady Mercury, we're at thirty-two below," Janeway announced.

            Sailor Mercury nodded and disengaged herself from the TPA.  Unlike the standard units used onboard RSN starships, which greatly amplified a magic user's power in one brief, yet concentrated blast, the modified unit inside the Fridge stored Sailor Mercury's ice power and released it over a predesignated period through a timer so the Planetary could conduct her experiments.  A benefit of this amplification method was that it didn't weaken the user as severely as the standard units did.

            The Ice Senshi stood from the console and returned to the biobed, where the others waited.  "Everyone okay?"  The technicians nodded in response.  "Good. Let's start with a blood draw.  Ensign Sisko, you'll monitor the creature's vitals.  Inform us at once if there are any deviations from the current readings.  This thing is an engine designed for one thing and one thing only:  destruction.  I don't want it waking up in here."

            Ensign Sisko, a tall, clean-shaven black man, nodded.  "Yes, ma'am," he replied in a deep voice.

            "Laser scalpel.  Power level at four," ordered Sailor Mercury, holding out her right hand.  The technician standing next to her placed a long, thin, tubular instrument in the Planetary's waiting hand.  Pointing the tip of the instrument at the creature's left arm, Sailor Mercury pressed a button, and a pencil thin red beam shot out from the tip.  Upon striking the creature's arm, the exo-skeletal surface began smoking, but the beam failed to penetrate it.                  

            Sailor Mercury frowned.  "Increase power level from four to seven."

            The technician standing next to Sailor Mercury slowly twisted a dial on the bed's equipment panel.  The beam widened slightly and smoke wafted upwards from the burning exo-skeletal surface.

            "This is going to be quite a challenge," Sailor Mercury muttered.

 

Philadelphia, Planet Earth, Sol system, 8 February 2738

            The DK thug, strapped to the table in Grant's safehouse, screamed like a girl from pain he had never known in his life.  Tears rolled down his cheeks as it felt like the torture had gone on for weeks when it was only seconds.

            Grant, pressing a nerve in the thug's left temple that resulted in the pain that ravaged his body, released it and the screaming stopped.  The LISA agent's knowledge of the anatomy of DK humanoids from captives interrogated in past operations came in handy as he used his spell enhanced physical skills to expose the alien to unimaginable torment without spilling blood.  And Grant, who prided himself on being neat, didn't want a mess in his safe house.

            Yet, Grant hadn't learned much from the goon, other that his name was Brak, and that he knew nothing about the mysterious DK operation set to take place on Luna.  No matter how much pain the LISA agent inflicted on Brak, his answers, between screams, remained consistent.

            "Not much fun, is it?" said Grant.  He grudgingly admired Brak's refusal to cave in.  "So, you want to tell me the truth before I really get rough?"

            "Fool!  I've told you all I know!" the thug said in a hoarse croak.  "If that isn't good enough for you, then kill me!"

            Karmella leaned over and leered menacingly at him.  "That, scumbag, can be arranged."

            "You're both so pathetically hypocritical," Brak growled.  "Your bitch of a queen boasts about how peace loving and nonviolent humans are, yet you indulge in torture and make a game of it.  How do you answer that?"

            "Easier than you think, pal.  Not all of us simply turn the other cheek," Grant replied.  "Every civilization, even the most benign, has soldiers willing put aside their pacifism in order to protect the peace.  That's what we do.  If there wasn't a Dark Kingdom raising endless havoc, there wouldn't be a need for Senshi, Sorcerers, or spies."

            The DK goon chuckled.  "But there is a Dark Kingdom.  And do you want to know why?  Because we maintain the balance in the universe.  Evil cannot exist without good, and good cannot exist without evil.  Face facts, human, you need us.  And we need you."

            "Need you?  What an incredible, stinking load of horseshit!" growled a suddenly furious Karmella.  "Nobody needs filth like you!  All you contribute is pain and sorrow, death and destruction!  Believe this, the universe would be better off without you!"

            "I'm inclined to agree with my partner," said a grim faced Grant.  "Enough philosophizing, back to work.  If you don't answer my questions, I'll exposure you to such torment that you'll beg for death before I'm done."

            "And if you're still breathing after all that, I'll skin you alive!" Karmella snarled, flashing her long, pointed, blood red fingernails at the thug.  "You've already seen what I can do when I morph into my combat form, and it isn't pretty.  Unless pain is something you enjoy, I strongly suggest that you give us some real answers!  Who's your superior?  Who sent you after us?"

            Brak glared defiantly at the agents.  "I have no idea."

            Grant frowned and checked his chronometer.  The clock was ticking, and he and Karmella had traveling to do.  "Tigress, there's a flight leaving for the coast in an hour.  Call the shuttleport and book us on it.  Use our LISA credentials for priority status if you have to."  He paused to glare at the thug.  "I'll finish things up with Mr. Brak."

            "Do your worst, human!" growled Brak, resigned to his fate.  "I'm prepared to die for the glory of the Dark Kingdom!"

            Grant smirked and cracked his knuckles.  "Is that a fact?  Well now,  I'll be only too happy to accommodate you."

  

Crystal Palace in Crystal Tokyo, Planet Luna, Sol system, 8 February 2738

Lunar Training Center

            Sailor Ivory was in an extremely foul mood as she and Sailor Cerebra trekked through an amazing simulation of a heavily wooded area in the Combat Simulation chamber.

            Jeez!  This sucks to the nth degree, the Senshi of Light groused.  Why did I get stuck baby-sitting the rookie this time out?  Somebody upstairs seriously hates my guts!

            Five feet behind the disgruntled Sailor Ivory, Sailor Cerebra, moving far more stealthily than her partner for this training session, couldn't help but sense the extremely bitter thoughts of the blonde ahead of her.  The Chinese Senshi didn't need to be telepathic to determine that Sailor Ivory didn't think much of Sailor Cerebra because of her lack of experience.

            If that was the case, then why did Sailor Magneta pair me with Sailor Ivory? Sailor Cerebra wondered.

            As the pair neared a clearing, Sailor Cerebra's ears perked up and she stiffened slightly.  "Stop," she whispered to Sailor Ivory.

            Sailor Ivory turned around to glare at her partner.  "Why?"

            "Our quarry is close."

            "How do you know that?"

            "I hear them."

            Sailor Ivory was unimpressed, and it showed on her face.  "Yeah, right."

            As Sailor Ivory started towards the clearing, the sudden rustling of foliage heralded the bull rush of four Infiltrators who came at the duo, hissing and snarling as they zeroed in on their prey.

            "Holy shit!" a startled Sailor Ivory yelped as she barely dodged the frenzied charge of the menacing creatures.  Two of the beasts broke off from the group to chase the blonde Senshi.

            Sailor Cerebra, unfazed by the creatures, calmly assumed a combat stance as the other two came at her.  The brows of the Chinese woman furrowed as she concentrated on her power.  As she did, a golden nimbus of light surrounded her head.  "Cerebra Telekinetic... BURST!"

            At her command, twin beams of gold hued mental energy shot out from Sailor Cerebra's tiara gem at the speed of thought itself and struck the incoming horrors with brutally devastating effect.  Sailor Cerebra's powerful mindblast blew the beasts off their feet and sent them flying like missiles, where they landed in the middle of the lake, a hundred yards away.  Sailor Cerebra allowed herself a brief, small grin, pleased with the results of her attack.

            In the clearing, Sailor Ivory saw the two creatures that attacked Sailor Cerebra hurtle through the sky like they had been shot out of a cannon, and scowled.  She then focused on the beasts that flailed at her with their fearsome claws and barely missed tearing into her.

            "Do you need help?" asked Sailor Cerebra as she walked into the clearing.

            "NO!" shouted Sailor Ivory, angry that Sailor Cerebra dispatched her opponents with disturbing ease.  "I can take care of myself!  Ivory Light Daggers... FLY!"

            Extending her arms outward, Sailor Ivory unleashed a barrage of razor sharp, white light energy daggers that shredded the two beasts into bloody ribbons.  After crumpling to the mossy ground, the creatures vanished.  Sailor Ivory smirked at the Chinese Senshi.  "See?  Nothing to it!"

            "I beg to differ.  Behind you."

            Sailor Ivory whirled around to see four more Infiltrators emerge from the lake and charged at her and Sailor Cerebra.  Seeing the beasts, Sailor Ivory's teeth clenched.

            "Dammit!  I hate these things!  Ivory Blast of Light!"

            The creatures stopped dead in their tracks and howled from pain as they were blinded from a searing burst of light Ivory hurled at them. The blonde Senshi turned to her partner. "You take two and I'll take the rest! If you can manage that!"

            "I can."  Sailor Cerebra held her right hand high and concentrated.  From her pocketspace, she summoned an ornate, bright red sword hilt and brought it down into a two-handed grip.  "Cerebra Telekinetic Sword!"

            As Sailor Ivory looked on, a golden energy construct, shaped like a one meter long sword blade, emerged from the hilt.  With a fearsome kai scream, Sailor Cerebra leaped high into the sky, did a picture perfect somersault, then landed in the middle of the stunned creatures and swung her sword in a wide arc.  The blade, consisting of Sailor Cerebra's concentrated mental energy, sliced completely through the torsos of the creatures in one fluid motion.  Where there was once four beasts, eight sections, perfectly cauterized at the cut, fell to the ground.  And all before a slack jawed Sailor Ivory moved so much as a step.

            "Son of a bitch!" whispered Sailor Ivory, her eyes wide.

            Sailor Cerebra straightened from her combat stance and stared at Sailor Ivory, her face impassive.  "Nothing to it."

            "Nirvana, end simulation," called a German accented voice with a note of amusement.  The wooded setting instantly changed to a large, dark and featureless grid.  A door off to the side whooshed open, and Sailor Magneta entered the huge space.  She walked up to Sailor Ivory and Sailor Cerebra, who returned her sword to her pocketspace.  "Well done, Li Mei, Cathy.  The both of you handled that sim quite well."

            Sailor Cerebra nodded her head slightly.  "Thank you, madam."

            Sailor Ivory shrugged, trying her best to act nonchalant.  The blonde Senshi then turned to Sailor Cerebra.  While she hated to admit it, she was greatly impressed with what she had seen from the Chinese woman.  "Not bad.  I take it you used mental energy to compose that blade?"

            "Yes," Sailor Cerebra replied.  "My will power gives the blade full solidity."

            "And the sharpness to cut through anything," Sailor Magneta added.

            The Senshi of the Mind nodded.  "Exactly."

            "Well, that's all for now.  Thank you for your time, ladies," said Sailor Magneta.

            Sailor Cerebra nodded, and then turned and left the space while Sailor Ivory remained behind.  "Got a minute, Ronni?" the blonde asked.

            "Of course.  What's on your mind?"

            "Why'd you pair me with Sailor Cerebra on this training session?"

            "Call it, constructive team building," Sailor Magneta replied earnestly.  "I wanted to see how well you worked with Li Mei after Beth told me you said some rather... disparaging things about our new teammate in the lounge."

            Hearing that, Sailor Ivory folded her arms over her chest and scowled.  "Hmph!  My darling sister runs her mouth too fucking much!"

            "Perhaps.  But seriously, we were all novices once:  raw, nervous, error prone, uncertain of our abilities and ourselves.  But we grew out of that awkward phase," Sailor Magneta said.  "It's unfair to think poorly of Li Mei because she doesn't have the centuries of experience we possess.  I see enormous potential in Sailor Cerebra, otherwise, she wouldn't be part of Omega."

            Sailor Magneta paused to put an arm around Sailor Ivory's shoulders.  "I need all of us to work together, as a team, in order to perform our mission.  Our lives depend on that very sort of unit cohesion.  Give Li Mei a chance, Cathy.  Please.  I have a feeling she'll surprise all of us in the long run."

            With a sigh, Sailor Ivory nodded.  "Yeah, you're right.  I was being a bitch, and Serenity knows we sure as hell don't need two people on this team who act like Alison.  Okay, boss.  I'll be kind to Li Mei."

            "Thank you.  I appreciate it."

            "No prob."  Sailor Ivory's lips then curled into a wicked grin.  "But that doesn't mean Beth's off the hook for ratting on me!  And my vengeance against her will be a terrible thing to behold!"

            "Given your occasionally crude demeanor, I shudder to ask what you have in mind."

            Sailor Ivory cackled fiendishly.  "Beth's got a terrible weakness for chocolate covered cherries.  She keeps the cupboard in our condo stocked with 'em.  Guess what's gonna be lifted from the kitchen tonight!  Heh, heh, heh!"

            Sailor Magneta rolled her eyes and smiled.  "Sisters.  I swear the two of you will be the death of me."

 

 

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