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LUNAR: Tales From Crystal Tokyo

By Daryll Pung

Episode 3-15: Nightmare's End

Rated: R

Interplanetary space in the Kappa Zone, 8 July 2740

The Nightmare             

The chamber King Endymion led the rescue team into was dark save for a single white spotlight highlighting the bio-bed upon which lay Neo-Queen Serenity the First, a single translucent line running into her arm.  The brightness of the spotlight and the light from the corridor outside threw the dark areas into even darker relief, which was probably exactly what their quarry intended.  The five slowly spread out in the darkness:  Sailor Astraea and Sailor Vulcan on Endymion’s right, and Sailor Cygni and Sorcerer Derrelli on his left.

Silence greeted their tautly listening ears; the sound of breathing couldn’t even be heard, so that Sailor Vulcan’s sharper hearing still detected nothing.  The chamber’s scent was that of a sterile medical facility; there was no help there.  And the darkness prevented anyone from seeing or feeling anything ahead of them, heightened senses or not.  The further in they went, the more all they could see of each other was their profiles, between the light from the hall and the light from the spotlight on the bio-bed.

All five crept forward cautiously, moving their heads slowly, not focusing on any one area, seeking, scanning, and searching with every talent at their disposal.

Sailor Vulcan froze first, straining to pick up again the faint sound that had reached her ears; the slightest intake of breath, and shifting of… something.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, in her peripheral vision, Sailor Cygni caught something, a shadow moving amidst the blackness.

And everyone suddenly heard a crackling, roaring sound as dark energy surged forth. 

“Look OUT!” shouted Sailor Cygni, leaping; she tackled Endymion right as the morass of black fire would have reached him; the two hit the deck with a thud.

An agonized cry came from behind her; it wrenched her heart, causing her to wince; she knew whose voice she heard.

Derrelli gritted his teeth through the searing agony as the attack caught him full in the left side.  He had seen it at the last moment, and attempted to twist away, but was not successful.  It felt as if he was being both incinerated and frostbitten at the same time; in addition, he suddenly felt weaker, as if the attack leached out his very life force.  The smell of seared flesh assailed his nostrils nauseatingly; yet he was shivering uncontrollably.  His knees buckled as his uniform in the impact area was shredded; he could no longer stand from the pain and the sapping effect.

As he fell, additional tendrils of torture burst through his nervous system; he landed on the side he’d taken the hit on.  Gasping, he rolled to his back and took a few seconds to collect himself.

“Derrelli?” called Sailor Cygni, urgent worry in her voice.  She and Endymion were already back up, but still crouching, tautly searching for their foe, who had once again fallen silent and was once again indiscernible from the shadows.

“I’m… still here,” Derrelli said after another few seconds of anxiety.  “Fucking hurts like hell, though.”

Sailor Vulcan suddenly ducked, calling out a warning as she did so.  “Incoming!”  This sound was more like something solid moving through the air at high velocity…

Sailor Astraea grunted suddenly from the first impact.  She’d reacted almost instantly, dropping into a defensive stance and preparing to absorb and retaliate, but as the second blow hit she realized her assailant was attacking full-on melee.  She absorbed two more powerful hammer blows, gasping with pain from the impacts, before she was able to put up some sort of defense; but it was difficult, since she couldn’t really see her adversary.  It was like the shadows were moving with him, cloaking him…

A thick tendril of shadow shot towards her, and she reached for it.  She caught one of his fists with both hands, and promptly spun and threw him over her shoulder.  A loud thud told her she’d scored, and she promptly followed it up with a quick leg drop… only to hit deck plate.  He was already gone.  She rolled off to her right, remaining in a crouch, and listened and scanned.

Nothing.

“Shit,” the petite blonde cursed aloud, uncharacteristically.  “He attacked me hand-to-hand… he’s strong.  And it’s like the shadows cloak him or something.”

“Are you able to continue?” Sailor Vulcan asked calmly, staying low, senses peeled.  Her mind was already mulling over the possibilities this new data presented.

“Of course,” Sailor Astraea said.  She sounded affronted.

“If his strength is in the shadows, then we must endeavor to deny him that strength,” Sailor Vulcan stated aloud, rolling suddenly to her right as a blast of dark fire blasted the deck where she’d just been crouching.  “And you missed,” she added to room at large.  The reek of charred metal clashed oddly with the cool temperatures emanating from the impact point.

“Pity,” came a whisper from the shadows.  It sounded oddly distorted.

Air ripped in the darkness; a sound of metal being rent came to their ears.  Accompanying that was an odd popping noise.

“So did you,” Heran’s voice echoed again, from a different area.  “Do you really think a flower is going to hurt me?”

Endymion readied another rose.  “Stand still and let’s find out,” he replied coolly.

Silence.

“This is getting old,” muttered Sailor Cygni.

“Time to rob him of some of his strength then,” snapped Derrelli from his position under the bio-bed, where he’d crawled to in the interim.  “Protect yourselves!”

Sailor Cygni snarled as she was suddenly swept off of her feet; she rolled once to her right and kipped back up to her vertical base, just in time to see a mass of shadow coming at her face.  She ducked under it, summoning Orbiting Heart.  She closed her eyes.  “Do it, Derrelli!”  She concentrated her hearing a few feet in front of her, and summoned her powers, increasing gravity.

A surprised grunt rewarded her efforts; she whirled and spun, snapping Orbiting Heart’s business end right towards that grunt with terrific rage-fueled force.  She made contact with something hard; and a crunching sound filled her with glee, even as Heran let out a gasp of pain.  Instead of pushing her luck, she threw herself backwards and to the left, just as Derrelli called out.

“Light!”

The bio-bed suddenly burst into bright white light, shining with the incandescence of a powerful spotlight, in all directions.  It quickly illuminated the combatants; all of the Senshi and Endymion were shielding their eyes.  A shifting, man-sized mass of shadow was slowly trying to move away from where Sailor Cygni had been; the shadows began swiftly dissolving off of the mass.  Every computer console in the room was thoroughly wrecked; and the wreckage of the other bio-beds was smashed against the walls.  There was a moment of stunned astonishment from Heran, whose left arm was dangling uselessly at his side, as the last of his shadow cloak melted away; a moment that the rest used to allow their vision to adjust.

Sailor Vulcan reacted first, crossing her arms, golden energy tendrils already playing over them.

“Vulcan Shockwave… STRIKE!” 

The golden globe of sonic energy screamed past her allies, just barely missing Sailor Astraea, and struck Heran hard, blasting him free of the localized gravity field and nailing him to the bulkhead behind him with bone-crunching force.  Even as Sailor Cygni relaxed her powers, though, his form shifted into blackness, and he disappeared with a pop.

Then, a crackling black mass erupted behind Sailor Astraea, even as Derrelli began to shout a warning; but Sailor Astraea had been waiting for Heran to try again.  A grim smile played over her features as the blast struck her… and coruscated over her for a moment, before suddenly being encased in a white-blue aura.  Sailor Astraea spun.

Derrelli had already raised a hand.  “Ember Bolt!” 

A series of small dart-shaped blasts of flame flew from his outstretched palm and into Sailor Astraea.

Orbiting Heart was already revolving at high speed in Sailor Cygni’s hands.  “Cygni Gravimetric… DISTORTION!” 

A blackish orb erupted from the flail, blazed forth, and slammed into Sailor Astraea.

The blue aura around her tripled in size, and the power screamed for release.

“ASTRAL PRISM!”

Heran was barely able to raise his defenses in time as his own amplified attack came flying right back at him, his stunned mind still trying to comprehend why two of their own had attacked an ally… or how she had been able to not only withstand his attack, and theirs, but return it.  Then the massive blue beam struck, and once again, he was slammed backwards into the bulkhead, with fire, gravity, energy… and his own special brand of torment raging around him.  He slumped as the effects faded, relaxing the shadow shield, and looked up to see Endymion whip his arm at him.

Shit!

He threw himself to the side, but wasn’t quite fast enough; white-hot pain sparked through his body as the red rose impaled itself in his right shoulder, pinning him to the bulkhead.

“Motherfucker!” raged Heran, as he once again melded into darkness and teleported through the haze of pain.

“I take it, then, that a great thing of beauty, like a flower, can do a great deal of damage to a vile cretin like you,” commented Endymion idly, to the room at large.  The Senshi turned slowly, wondering where Heran had gone.

“He’s on the other side of the bed!” called out Derrelli, hidden under the bio-bed; hidden, because it was nothing short of painfully blinding to look straight at the bed and he was right beneath it.  He extended his hand, a small aura of flame surrounding his closed fist.  He flung his fist open, releasing the flames.

“Firewall!”

A massive, billowing wall of flame erupted beneath Heran, blasting upwards, and bisecting the room, adding further light to the mix.  Heran dropped back, snarling, and teleported again.

“Damn!” said Sailor Cygni as she caught sight of Heran disappearing into a little alcove furthest from the queen and the door.  “He’s in that alcove!”

Silence fell, followed by a soft crash; the contents of a medical supply cabinet were suddenly flung about, accompanied by a pop.

“I grow tired of this game,” came Heran’s voice, softly, dangerously.  The Senshi spun to see him standing, flexing his left arm; he crushed the hypospray he’d just used and dropped it.  “Granted, I haven’t had this good of a workout of my powers since I was still in the Dark Kingdom; and it is exhilarating to face such skilled opponents.  I could simply do without the existence of pain; I don’t really like it.  So, a generous bit of a psi-booster, coupled with a potent pain-killer, and I’m all healed, and ready for you twits to do your worst, side effects be damned!”

“Oh, hell,” whispered Sailor Cygni.

Heran abruptly flung his arms out; dark fire streaking forth; Sailor Cygni and Sailor Vulcan ducked and rolled, and scrambled frantically as the streams continued, following them. 

Endymion whipped another rose; Heran jerked his head fractionally and the rose slammed into the wall behind him, quivering as it buried itself up to the flower. 

Sailor Vulcan turned and leapt towards Sailor Cygni, who abruptly stopped and spun.

“Cygni Gravity… SHIELD!”

She winced as twin streams of black fire slammed into her shield; perspiration glistened on her forehead.  “By the Crystal, he’s strong,” she gasped out.

Endymion abruptly drew Excalibur and charged, followed closely by Sailor Astraea.  As both neared, Heran cut off the fire streams and smirked, shadowy energy rising around him.  Endymion struck first, but was shocked when Excalibur didn’t even penetrate the shadow shield, bouncing off.  Sailor Astraea leapt into a flying kick, and suffered a similar fate, landing roughly, but quickly rolling back to her feet.

Sailor Vulcan charged, summoning forth her seven-foot long gleaming silver Vulcan Battle Staff; energy blossomed at its tip as she charged her most powerful attack.

“Vulcan Deathscythe… DESTROY!”

The golden energy formed into a scythe-like blade, and Sailor Vulcan leapt, twirling the staff over her head, bringing it down blade-first on Heran.  The golden blade struck the shadow shield, and actually penetrated a little, billowing into a massive golden flash.  As the flash faded, Heran raised his hand, laughing maniacally, and caught Sailor Vulcan in the right leg with a quick, short burst of dark fire despite her attempt to dodge.

She tumbled away, grimacing, and dispassionately spared a look at the damage even as she steeled herself against the pain.  Her skin was darkened and burnt; a sickening smell rose from the area, and green blood oozed from the wound.  This was merely a glancing blow, and if Derrelli’d caught worse…

Endymion charged again, this time channeling Excalibur’s power; the legendary sword gleamed white, and left a particle trail through the air as he swung it.

It impacted on Heran with a brilliant white flash, shattering the shadow shield and slashing right into his belly, drawing black blood.

Heran laughed psychotically, showing no other discomfort.

Sailor Vulcan slowly stood, on wobbly legs, as the other three combatants formed a half-circle warily around Heran, between him and the injured… and Neo-Queen Serenity.

Heran snorted as he raised his hands again.  A massive ball of black fire formed between them, and the would-be rescue team’s eyes collectively widened in horror.

“Sailor Cygni!  Shield Serenity!” called Endymion hastily, bracing himself and readying Excalibur, which again surged white with power.

Sailor Cygni didn’t even waste time nodding; she dropped back, and once again brought up her shield, just as Heran released the massive blast.

The force of the powerful and overwhelming explosion of freezing night fire was enough to snuff out the firewall halfway across the room and shut down the light from the bio-bed; it was enough to send Sailor Vulcan flying in one direction, staff in another; and it was enough to bowl Sailor Cygni backwards into the bio-bed she was attempting to protect, knocking it over and dumping the queen to the floor.  Sailor Cygni landed heavily on, and rolled over, Derrelli, wondering in a corner of her pain-dazed mind why he wasn’t saying anything.

The force of the blast was enough, despite the power of Excalibur, to also fling Endymion to the deck, Heran noted in satisfaction, ignoring the thin streams of black blood now trickling from his nose, ears, corners of his mouth, and belly.  He smirked, surveying the scene; all of the attackers were down, including…

The short blonde in a blue skirt was kneeling, and even as he watched, she was suddenly surrounded in a nimbus of white-blue.

“Impossible!” he screamed, blood spraying amidst the spittle from his mouth.

She mumbled something, and a white-blue beam of his own night fire blasted forth with incredible speed, slamming into him; he erected his shadow shield in the nick of time.

He barely blocked the impact.

He watched as she slumped, and allowed himself to smile a little.  “Worthy foes indeed,” he sneered.  Exhilaration of victory filled him.  “Hard fought, to the end; but ultimately, futile.  It is now time to rob you of your prize.  Watch now, helpless, as I kill your queen.”

Heran dropped his shadow shield, and took two steps, before he suddenly found he couldn’t step any further.  “Not… again…” he groaned, straining, as the Senshi nearest the queen stirred.

“Helpless, my ass,” snarled Sailor Cygni.

Heran narrowed his eyes, and slowly began channeling his power to fighting the essence binding him, combating not the gravity, but the magical control over it.

“Shit…” gasped Sailor Cygni.  “He’s…  he’s fighting me!  I’m losing it!”

“Then let us disrupt his fighting ability,” came Sailor Vulcan’s pain-filled voice.  She pushed herself to a kneeling position, and placed her fingers on either side of the purple gem on her tiara.

“Vulcan Mindstorm… ENGAGE!”

A thin beam of violet energy burst forth from the gem, and streaked right into Heran’s forehead, where Sailor Vulcan promptly distracted Heran by channeling every iota of the pain she felt right into him, fueling their mental tussle with every scrap of righteous indignation and rage she could muster.  Heran’s mouth opened in a soundless scream.

But the two Senshi were just too weak from the effects of the blast; and he was jacked up on a massive dose of tsiethomaelidrine, giving him the upper hand.  Gradually, slowly, over a period of minutes, Heran fought back, and finally broke free of both, leaving all three panting and gasping for breath.

“Well… fought…” Heran managed to say finally, forced to kneel as he recovered.  Out of the corner of his eye, he noted Endymion stirring.  It was now or never.  He stood, and gave a wicked grin.  “Your last, desperate resort; it was a valiant attempt.  Now queenie dies.  In honor of your valor, I’ll make it quick.”

“TWILIGHT SERENADE!”

Heran spun in time to register a massive lavender-edged beam of pure white power streaking from the doorway, and to see the other two he’d captured; the Princess was channeling her power into the one called Sailor Eos, who was firing it.  Then the beam hit, and kefloveriscet notwithstanding, he’d never felt such pain.  Pure positive energy ripped into him, amplified, channeled; it fried along every nerve, through every artery.  The impact lifted him up off his feet and crushed him into the bulkhead on the far side of the tipped bio-bed, indenting the wall with the shape of his body, a full six centimeters in.  And still the white power seared into the very core of his being.

The beam finally tapered off, and Heran lay still, his body smoking, blood flowing more copiously from his belly, ears, nose, and mouth; it began to dribble out of his eyes.  Brad London, Sailor Eos, and Princess Serena entered the room, the last looking a bit haggard, but her red eyes glinting with determination, the crescent moon on her forehead shining brightly, providing enough light for all to see by.  They moved cautiously forward as Endymion finally stood, with a smile on his face as he saw his daughter.  Endymion turned.

His right arm became a blur as a red rose buried itself up to the hilt in the middle of Heran’s forehead.

That done, Endymion stepped over the bio-bed to his wife, pausing only to pull the IV tube out her arm; he wordlessly extended his hand to Sailor Eos, who handed him the hypospray containing the counter-drug.  He quickly injected it into her, and hoisted her up in his arms.

The other Senshi were slowly staggering to their feet, and London shook his head as he looked around.  “Well, damn,” he said.  “That fuck certainly put all of you through the ringer.”

“I’ll heal you,” Reeni began, “but I don’t know how much I’ll be able to do.”

“I’d say no,” Endymion said softly, “considering you’re not fully recovered; but we do need to get off this ship yet, and there are too many injured to do that with any haste.  Are you sure you’re up to it, Small Lady?”

“I can do it,” Reeni answered grimly.  She called upon the power of her Crystal; silvery rays lanced through the darkness.

The SLS Orion  

            “Confirmed, sir!  That last energy signature definitely matches a Silver Imperium Crystal!” science reported.

            Wizard Orien grinned broadly.  “Sounds like the Princess is awake, then,” he said as he glanced up at screen four.

            On that screen was the bridge of the cruiser SLS Unicorn.  Captain Sheila Thompson nodded.  “That’s excellent news.”

            Orien frowned.  “Should we contact the rescue team?”

            Sheila paused, considering.  “Not just yet.  Wait for them to start moving to get an update, assuming they don’t contact us first…”

The Nightmare  

            Reeni staggered as the light ceased from her Crystal.  “Whoa,” she gasped.  She clutched her forehead.  “I probably should’ve done that as Sailor Moon.”

            “It was greatly appreciated,” smiled Sailor Astraea, the peaches returning to her peaches-and-cream complexion.  She and Sailor Eos both slipped their arms under Reeni’s to offer her support.

            Sailor Vulcan moved to Sailor Cygni; both leaned down to help a now awakening Derrelli upright.  As the young Sorcerer stood, he glanced down at his uniform; it was still shredded, though the flesh underneath was healed.  He looked up. 

“Glad to see you’re on your feet, Your Highness,” he said.  “And I believe thanks are in order.”

“Agreed,” Sailor Vulcan added.

Reeni laughed wryly.  “All around, Derrelli, Sailor Vulcan, all around.  Save them; we’ll exchange them later.”

“Indeed,” Endymion nodded.  “I think it’s high time we got out of here.”

“One second, Your Majesty,” London spoke up.  He turned to Derrelli.  “Can I borrow one of those guns of yours?”

His expression blank, Derrelli shrugged, and produced one of his Pythons, clicking the safety off, flipping it over and offering it butt first to London, who accepted it.  London turned, took three steps towards Heran’s corpse, and aimed the weapon with both hands.

“Might want to brace yourself; kick-back’s pretty powerful with those,” Derrelli commented neutrally.

London nodded, a hard expression on his face.  “This is for my crew, and my ship, asshole,” he snarled, pulling the trigger; Heran’s head exploded in a black spray as London was pushed back a step.  He turned on his heel as he recovered, flipped the safety back on, handed Derrelli the pistol, and nodded his thanks; he strode out of the room without another word.

“Well, saves us the trouble of confirming he’s truly dead,” Sailor Cygni said mildly.

Derrelli shrugged as he replaced the Python in its holster.  “Yeah.  I’ve got point with London; you two want rearguard again?”

“Sure,” Sailor Cygni replied after sharing a glance with Sailor Vulcan.

“Then let’s get the fuck out of here,” Derrelli said, leading the way out of the chamber.

The SLS Unicorn  

            “And we estimate two minutes until we reach the shuttle.  Any sign of opposition?” Endymion’s voice asked.

            After a quick glance at both her own science officer and screen four, where Orien shook his head to indicate negative, Sheila spoke.  “None, Your Majesty.  The way looks clear from both of us.”

            “Good.  Then unless anything goes amiss, we’ll be back with you shortly.  Endymion out.”

            Sheila stood, and slowly paced as the next tense two minutes passed; finally, on screen one, a Golden Millennium shuttle streaked out of the Nightmare’s bay.

            “Orien, proceed now as per the plan.  See you soon!” Sheila said abruptly.

            Orien nodded.  “See you at the rendezvous point.  Orion, out.”

            On screen one, the swept shape of the GM scout vessel wavered as it spun about and cloaked.  Sheila turned.  “Shuttlebay one, alert us as soon as shuttle recovery is complete!  At that time, Sailor Ryujin, Wizard Duke, execute your orders.”

            “Ready and waiting,” grinned the blonde surfer Senshi.

            “Standing by,” added Duke.

            Another anxious minute passed, and finally a beep sounded on the bridge speakers.  “Shuttlebay one to bridge!  Shuttle recovered; bay secured!  Rescue team and rescuees on their way to sick bay!”

            Sheila spun.  “Sailor Ryujin, after you.”

            “Yes, ma’am!” Sailor Ryujin exclaimed with relish, pressing her panel.  On screen one, a massive beam burst forth from the shrouded proton cannon emitter buried deep in the cruiser’s bows, and slammed into the pirate ship with enough might to knock it away, blasting through the hull and billowing out of the bottom, carving a massive rent through the Nightmare.  Plasma clouds and superheated debris streamed from the enormous wound; flickering fires could be seen in the pirate starship’s exposed innards.  As the beam tapered off, a beep came from Duke’s panel, and the cruiser swerved about, ducking in and out of several asteroids, getting into clear space; a low hum arose as the Unicorn was enveloped in white energy, before briefly stretching into infinity and leaping into FTL travel.

            Behind them, a massive explosion blossomed amidst the asteroid belt; several smaller asteroids were scorched and pushed into new orbital paths from the blast.

            The Nightmare was over.

Crystal Palace in Crystal Tokyo, Planet Luna, Sol system, 8 July 2740

Fleet Commander’s Office  

Sailor Neptune frowned as she scanned the latest report on the ongoing recovery efforts in the Sol system; she sighed, and set the microcomp down on her desk, and rubbed her temples, before running a hand through her sea-green hair.

Her comm beeped.

“Go ahead,” she said wearily.

“Hey, Michelle, I think you need to come down here,” came Sailor Venus’ voice.

“I’m kinda busy, Mina,” yawned Sailor Neptune.  “Is it important?”

“Very.  First we got a message from the SLS Orion… saying they’d found the Nightmare.  We just got another saying that a rescue was underway; we’re waiting on further word now,” Sailor Venus replied urgently.  “Given the distance and propagation rate of subspace signals… the rescue may very well be over by now.”

Sailor Neptune sat bolt upright.  “I’m on my way!”

Subspace Communications Central Control  

            The lift doors hissed open, and Sailor Neptune strode out to see every Planetary Senshi and Knight, save for Sailor Mercury and Mercury Knight, standing around Sailor Venus, who looked rather impatient as around them various techs communicated with various ships and stations.  A young, redheaded human male sat hunched over his console, looking nervous at the company he was in.

            “Where’s Amy and-“ began Sailor Neptune.

            “We’re patching through to them,” Sailor Venus interrupted.  “She said they’re in the middle of something very important, and can‘t get away.”

            Sailor Neptune nodded.

            An indicator blinked on the redhead tech’s console, and he hurriedly called up the message on the main screen in the control room.

            “Message from Captain Sheila Thompson, commanding, SLS Unicorn, assigned with the SLS Orion on a rescue mission,” he said aloud, throat dry.  Practically every conversation in the room stopped, and heads turned to the main screen.

            “-Reporting that at this time, Neo-Queen Serenity the First, Princess Serena, and Sailor Guardian Eos have been recovered, and the pirate ship Nightmare destroyed with all hands; the individuals Neris and Heran were visually verified KIA.  Light injuries amongst the rescue force, all due to Heran; but they’re all in sickbay, getting cleared, since the Princess healed most injuries.  The only real casualties were on the Orion, sustained during the previously reported attack by the biologics enroute to the Nightmare’s location.  Sailor Eos and Princess Serena are both conscious at this time; we expect Queen Serenity to regain consciousness from the drugs used to subdue her within the next ten minutes, since the counter-agent was administered before they even left the Nightmare.  At this time, both we and the Orion are cloaked and proceeding on a direct course back to the Sol system at our maximum RIFT velocity… faster, as soon as Sorcerer Derrelli and Sailor Astraea are cleared to return to duty and can help the Unicorn’s already tired engineers to milk more speed out of our engines.  As soon as we are in range for direct communication, we’ll call back with additional information.  Unicorn, out.”

            Cheers erupted throughout Subspace Control; the Planetaries were suddenly consumed in fits of hugging and jumping about as tension was released in everyone.

            “They’re safe,” smiled Sailor Mars in relief.

            “The Nightmare’s toast!” cheered Sailor Jupiter, exchanging a high five with Sailor Uranus.

            “It’s a whole new ball game!” yelled Sailor Venus enthusiastically.

            Silence fell abruptly.

            “She got one right,” whispered Sailor Saturn in awe.

            “Didn’t see that one coming,” Sailor Pluto said softly, a twitching at the corners of her mouth. 

Then, she shrugged.

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