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LUNAR: Tales From Crystal Tokyo

By Daryll Pung

Episode 3-06: Forging Ahead

Rated: R

 

 

 

Former site of a Dark Kingdom gate, in the Alpha Zone, 10 June 2740

The SLS Bahumat

            Sailor Cygni glared out the window with fists clenched, teeth grit, and pure fury evident in her normally pleasant expression and pretty features.  Her posture was tense, wound up; she looked as a snake about to strike.

            At least, that was the impression Sailor Ryujin got as she stood just inside the doorway of the captain’s ready room, not quite sure of how to proceed.

            She stepped almost casually over the broken glass on the carpeted deck, and cleared her throat.

            “What?!” snapped Sailor Cygni.

            Sailor Ryujin cocked her head.  “You shoulda seen it.  That bitch left the bridge in a hurry, with her tail between her legs.”  She smiled slightly.

            Sailor Cygni didn’t reply.  Sailor Ryujin took another step forward.  “After that… shit, girl, do you need a hug or a drink?”

            Sailor Cygni uttered a short bark of derisive laughter.  “Both; but I doubt even that will help.”

            Sailor Ryujin snorted.  “Oh, I don’t know...  Anything in particular?”

            “Surprise me,” growled Sailor Cygni, still glaring out the window.

            “Okay,” Sailor Ryujin said agreeably.  She went to the dispenser and placed an order; as it shimmered into being, she raised her voice.  “Sailor Ryujin to Sorcerer Derrelli.”

            Sailor Cygni half-turned.  “What are you-“

            “Go ahead,” came Sorcerer Derrelli’s voice.

            “You busy, Pyro?  If not, your woman could use a hug; she had a bad time with that diplomat bitch,” Sailor Ryujin continued.

            “Well, I’m not in the middle of anything, so…” Derrelli replied.

            “In that case, to the captain’s ready room, please,” Sailor Ryujin said.

            “Enroute,” Derrelli responded, before a beep indicated the channel closing.  Sailor Ryujin grabbed the drink and turned.  Sailor Cygni was regarding her through narrowed eyes.

            “I thought you were gonna do it,” Sailor Cygni said.

            “Well,” trailed off Sailor Ryujin, thrusting the drink at Sailor Cygni.  As she took it, Sailor Ryujin continued.  “I was tempted; you are one hot chick.  But I figured Pyro was a better choice; and I wasn’t relishing getting my butt kicked if he got jealous ‘cuz I put a squeeze on you.”

            “Please,” snorted Sailor Cygni; Sailor Ryujin could already see the rage bleeding off; and then the Senshi of Gravity smiled a little, surprising her first officer.  “Actually, he probably would have enjoyed it; asked for pictures, even.”

            Sailor Ryujin smirked.  “We might have to try that sometime, then,” she snickered.  “What would the rest of the bridge crew think?  Or that bitch diplomat?”

            “’What is this, a Senshi whorehouse or a starship?’” Sailor Cygni mimicked, imitating Juanita Flores’ mannerisms and voice.  Sailor Ryujin burst out laughing.

            “That’s pretty good,” she managed to say, wiping laugh tears from her eyes.

            Sailor Cygni took a long swallow of the drink, and suddenly flushed red, gasping for breath and slamming her free hand on the table; Sailor Ryujin moved over and slapped her back, allowing her to get her breath back.  “Damn, girl, you’re not supposed to attack this stuff!  It can kill you like that!”

            “What the hell is this?” gasped Sailor Cygni.

            The Water Dragon Senshi smiled sweetly.  “A Pan-galactic gargle warp blaster.”

            “Mother of Serenity,” Sailor Cygni managed.  “Isn’t this drink illegal?”

            Sailor Ryujin’s grin widened.  “I figured you needed something good and strong to help settle you.”

            Sailor Cygni was silent for a moment.  “You got that right,” she said softly.

            “That bad, huh?” Sailor Ryujin asked, almost as softly; she sat on the edge of the desk, crossing her legs.

            “Yeah,” Sailor Cygni said.  “She just doesn’t get it, Kis.  She’s too damn obsessed with her own inflated sense of self-importance and how essential her job is; she endangers this ship without a second’s thought, and she thinks everyone who does not agree with her is wrong, period; no room for compromise.  And then she slanders people, on the bridge of their own ship, in front of their own crew… and acts all hurt and irritated when confronted by it!  Her actions could very well get us killed… when they aren’t pissing us all off.  We have enough problems to deal with; we don’t need this on top of everything else!”  Sailor Cygni’s face reddened again, in a combination of anger and, as Sailor Ryujin now saw it, misery; her captain was very upset about recent events.

            “I’d say,” Sailor Ryujin began cautiously, “that you’ve handled the bullshit pretty damn well.”

            “Not well enough,” sighed Sailor Cygni.  “I’m not supposed… no, I’m not allowed to lose my cool.  I’m the captain of a starship; I’m not allowed to let emotions take control of me.”  A tear trickled down her cheek; she gazed into her drink.  “And I have.  What does that say about me?”

            “Perhaps not, Hoshi, and I don’t know how to answer your last,” Sailor Ryujin said, a hint of fury creeping into her voice.  She stood.  “But damn it, Captain, I doubt even Her Highness would blame you.”

            The door hissed open; Derrelli stepped in, stopping just inside the door and glancing down at the broken glass.  He looked back up, his eyes questioning.  Sailor Ryujin approached, lowering her voice.  “Get her calmed down, Pyro; she’s rather upset and she needs to be cool.”

            “What set her off?” he asked quietly.

            “Oh, I’m gonna go have a chat with that person right now,” Sailor Ryujin said, her eyes hard and cold.  “If you’ll excuse me, Captain?  Derrelli’s here for ya now.”  Sailor Cygni stared into her drink, barely even acknowledging the statement.

            Derrelli glanced after Sailor Ryujin’s departing form, and as the doors shut turned to regard Sailor Cygni.  His expression was thoughtful; he stepped over the glass and was by Sailor Cygni in a few long strides.  He reached down, removed the drink from her hand, and pulled her out of the chair, ignoring her half-articulated cry of protest; he enveloped her in a tight hug, pulling her head into his neck.

            “Just let it out, Hoshi,” he whispered.  “You’ve got to, and you know you want to.  I’m here, and Kis looked as if she was about to go tear someone’s head off.”

            Sailor Cygni didn’t answer; her hands closed, grabbing fistsful of his uniform tunic; she sobbed quietly and bitterly.  He could feel the warmth of her tears trickling down his neck; he closed his eyes, and lowered his head on hers.

 

            Mission accomplished, thought Sailor Ryujin bitterly as she stalked across the bridge, ignoring Wizard Duke in the command chair.  She marched to the turbolift.  So, now the captain’s feeling a little better, venting on her lover, and will shortly be calm enough to resume her duties.

            The turbolift doors opened, and Sailor Ryujin entered.

            Yeah, and now it’s me who’s pissed!  Oh, am I gonna give that bitch a piece of my mind.

            “Deck 5, visiting dignitary quarters,” she all but snarled as the turbolift doors closed.  Neo, the Bahumat AI, said nothing, deciding silence was better at the moment.

            The turbolift hummed as it moved, and Sailor Ryujin glowered at the closed doors.  When they opened, she stalked out, and Neo decided to speak.  “Give her hell, Sailor Ryujin.”

            “I plan to,” Sailor Ryujin replied, heading off down the corridor.

            She stopped in front of the proper door, and pressed the panel.  Her enhanced hearing couldn’t even detect the door chime on the other side of the noise-proofed door; but she imagined it, crossed her arms, and waited.

            “Who is it?” came Juanita’s voice from the panel.

            “Sailor Ryujin,” she said, feigning neutrality, and reigning in her anger for the moment.

            “Is it important?” Juanita asked.

            Is it important!?  Why, you little…  “Yes,” Sailor Ryujin said aloud; even as she balled her fists she plastered a false smile on her face.

            “Come in, then,” Juanita said; the door hissed open as Sailor Ryujin entered.  Juanita stood up from the couch; she had changed out of her diplomatic corps uniform into civilian clothes, in this case a white blouse and long gray skirt; she set a microcomp aside, and a wineglass full of red wine on the table.  “What can I do for you, Sailor Ryujin?  Or is this an attempt to get a favor from me?”  Her tone was insolent, irritated.

            Sailor Ryujin glared at her for a moment.  “Get a favor?  By Serenity, I…” she trailed off, and closed her eyes for a second; her whole demeanor abruptly changed, a saccharine-sweet smile on her face and a playful look in her eyes.

            You, bitch, are nothing to me; if I wanted, I could tear you to shreds, thought Sailor Ryujin.  Aloud, she said “Y'know, I've always been the sort who found strong brassy bitches sexy and alluring. But damn, you just shot that turn-on to hell with the way you treated the Captain." She leered at the diplomat in a decidedly un-officer-like fashion. "Don't you just hate it when your fantasies come tumbling down on your pillows, 'Nita-dear?”

            Juanita went sheet-white, frozen.  Her mouth worked, and she finally managed to speak.  “E-excuse me?”

            “Did I stutter, ‘Nita?” Sailor Ryujin smirked at Juanita’s discomfort.  “You are the one talking about ‘favors’, after all.  Oh, ‘Nita, ‘Nita… dear, don’t you know just how badly you fucked up on the bridge?  Hmmm?”  She shook her blonde head.

            “This is out of line,” Juanita snapped at Sailor Ryujin.

            “Out of line?” fired back Sailor Ryujin.  “Out of line?  Disrespecting the Captain of a starship in front of the troops is out of line, ‘Nita-dear.  Slandering every Sailor Senshi, many of whom have given up their lives so that you have the right to walk around on a starship and have a chance to attack the Captain, is out of line.  Out of line, ‘Nita?  Oh, we haven’t begun to go there yet.”

            “My name is Juanita,” growled the diplomat.

            “Oh, the hell with it,” sighed Sailor Ryujin.  “Our image isn’t going to change in your eyes, anyway, so why bother?”  She jumped forward, moving far too quickly for Juanita to follow, and grabbed the diplomat by her arms, shoving her against the wall.  She grabbed the front of Juanita’s blouse, twisting slightly, and lifted her off the ground a few millimeters, pushing her against the wall; she stuck her face so close that Juanita almost felt their noses touch.

            “Let’s get something straight, ‘Nita.  You crossed a line you shouldn’t have, and you’ll be lucky to come out of this mess an apprentice diplomat by the time we’re through with you.  You think you’re special?  You… are… nothing… and we’ll see who’s special when Her Highness finds out about the shit you’re shoveling and pulling.  Now.  You will be on your best damn behavior.  You will be most respectful towards everyone.  You will act properly… or else.  Are we clear?” demanded Sailor Ryujin.

            Juanita was frightened in a way she had never been; for what was probably the first time in her life, her life was in physical danger; she could see it in this Senshi’s eyes.  She fought it; summoned up a bit of bravado.  “Or else what?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

            Sailor Ryujin let go, dropping her against the wall and taking a step back.  “You’ll find out.  Crossing a Senshi, any Senshi, is simply not a good idea.”

            “Or else what?” she demanded again as Sailor Ryujin moved to the door.  She stood, straightening out her clothing.  “You come in here and threaten me, you-”

            “Shut up,” Sailor Ryujin, half-turned in the doorway, hissed; Juanita subsided.  “You really don’t want to know what else, ‘Nita-dear.  You don’t want to know.  Yes, I did threaten you… but where’s your proof?  Who do you think controls the systems around here?  You?  Please.  You upset Neo, too, with your little stunt on the bridge.  Think he’s inclined to ‘favor’ you?”

            Why did you come in here and threaten me?” Juanita tried a different tack.

            Why?  You upset the Captain enough to turn her violent and push her to the point where she could concentrate on nothing, in the middle of a mission of utmost importance.  ‘Nita-dear, you keep prattling on about how important this mission is and how you’re not gonna let us screw it up.  But, ‘Nita, don’t you see?  If this mission fails, it won’t be because of us.  ‘Nita, it will be because of you.”  Sailor Ryujin turned to leave; as the door hissed open, she paused.

            “That’s why,” she said finally, and left.

            Juanita, trembling, suddenly realized she needed to use the bathroom.  She made it to the head in the nick of time.

 

            Sailor Cygni fell silent after telling Derrelli of the morning’s events, and Derrelli finally looked away from his careful regard of her face.  “Shit,” he said softly.  He glanced down at his clenched hands.  “I am so fighting the urge to go turn her into a crispy critter.”

            Sailor Cygni laid her hand on his arm.  “Don’t,” she said.  “It would solve nothing.”

            “I know,” he sighed.  He glanced at her drink.  “The hell is that, anyway?”

            “Don’t ask,” she smiled slightly, her wet-streaked cheeks beginning to dry.  She stood, and took the drink to the dispenser; it dematerialized.  Sailor Cygni turned, eyeing the mess near the door; she extended a hand, and the collection of glass chunks and shards lifted.  She moved the localized gravity field to the dispenser, where she ended the field and watched the fragments dissolve.  She touched the panel and prompted the cleaning systems to activate.  “Good thing that one was empty,” she said.

            Derrelli stood, and smiled slightly.  “Geez, babe, I’m not sure you should go out to the bridge just yet.  I think you should go to your quarters, first.”

            “Why?” Sailor Cygni demanded.

            Derrelli simply pointed at the reflective surface of the table.  Confused, she followed his direction… and saw her disheveled reflection; plus she could smell the synthetic alcohol on her breath from the one swig she had taken.  She grimaced.  “Good thing I have a dedicated turbolift here.”  She moved around her desk, and tapped a panel there.  “Sailor Cygni to bridge.”

            “Go ahead, Captain,” answered Duke.

            “Duke, you have the helm for awhile; I need an hour or so,” Sailor Cygni said.

            “Copy that, Captain.  We’ll holler if something develops.  Bridge out.”  A beep ended the communication, and Sailor Cygni moved towards her personal lift. 

As the doors opened, she glanced back at Derrelli, ran her hands over her hips and down her skirt, and grinned.  “Coming?”

            “Of course,” grinned Derrelli.  “Wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

            They were already kissing as the lift doors closed.

 

Nearing 1800 hours

            Double doors hissed open, and Sailor Cygni, Sailor Ryujin, Derrelli, Wizard Orien, and Duke strolled into the main shuttlebay as one group.  The command group approached the diplomats; Juanita was tense, quiet; the other three more relaxed, but a little confused at their leader’s reticence.

            It was no real mystery to Sailor Ryujin; she allowed herself a brief smile, and then schooled her expression to careful neutrality as they arrived next to the diplomats.  Behind them, the doors opened again, and the “guides” and other security personnel arrived.

            “Positions,” ordered Sailor Cygni.  Even as the new arrivals moved to preassigned spots, the Thoqualian Lieutenant manning the shuttlebay controls spoke up.  “Two shuttles, one Zerm, one HDE; and one DK Pod approaching in assigned flight positions.  The lead shuttle with the Zerm delegation requests landing clearance.”

            “Proceed,” said Sailor Cygni; all around, everyone snapped to attention, and the diplomats and Bahumat bridge crew straightened up, all expressions neutral.  Juanita stepped forward, and Sailor Cygni and Sailor Ryujin flanked her.

            “Let’s get this over with,” muttered Orien; Duke, Derrelli, and the three junior diplomats all shared a brief grin before the shuttlebay doors opened and the business of making delicate peace talks successful began.  Through the flickering force field, the sleek, rounded, silvery and shiny shape of the Zerm shuttle could be seen; a spindlier shape could be seen right behind it, with a black spherical shape highlighted in greenish energy from its engines right behind that.

            “Deactivating outer force field,” Neo intoned.  “Zerm shuttlecraft on final approach; tractor beams locked on.”

 

            Sailor Cygni remained silent as the final course was cleared from the table.  In deference to their guests, special meals had been created; the chefs had outdone themselves.  Every salad, every appetizer, every plate had been exquisite.  She was proud of her crew; the way they were treating this occasion and giving forth so much of their energy to make it work.  So far, from her angle, it was a smashing success.  She briefly wondered how the diplomatic angle was going, but put it out of her mind, examining her counterparts.

            Permecht, which happened to be the Zerm equivalent of captain’s rank, Amisere Newelsed was the commanding officer of the Zerm battleship Treseey.  Like most of his race, he sported three arms, legs, and eyes.  He had blue, scaly skin; he was clothed in a deep green uniform with his triangular rank pips on a sash over his shoulder.  His top three officers accompanied him; and like him, had field generators that held a skin of water around them.  He was widely regarded as the best of the remaining captains in the Zerm Fleet.

            Bishop Commander Keligh Dreh’chen was the red-scaled captain of the Holy Droylian Empire battleship Fid’rechel, which, when translated into Galactic Common, meant “Holy Defender”.  He wore his bright yellow uniform with pride, with rank rings dangling from his ear, and his orangish reptilian eyes sparkled, and longer red-orange head and back spines flexed, in his amusement from a joke that one of his three comrades told.

            And the last group of four occupants was the most unusual ever to be aboard the Bahumat; considering they were Lord Hirogex of the Dark Kingdom battleship Wraith and his top three officers.  All three were vaguely humanoid, with varying features; Lord Hirogex himself had deep green skin, midnight blue eyes, fangs, and shortly-cropped black hair.  All four wore steel-gray uniforms, with black combat boots and their insignia glittering upon their chests.  It was hard to fight the suspicion, hard to hide the hostility, which they all felt regarding the presence of the Dark Kingdom officers; but again, her crew had done an admirable job in that respect, and the current atmosphere was quite friendly… even if it were a farce.

            Time to put the new camaraderie to the test, thought Sailor Cygni.  She stood, and used her fork to clang her glass; conversation stilled.

            “Another toassst, Captain?” inquired Amisere.  “A queer cusssstom, but one we can ssssurely get usssed to.”

            “Actually, I’m afraid not,” Sailor Cygni replied.  “I’m afraid a bit of subterfuge was used to bring you here for a reason other than diplomacy.”

            “What reason?” hissed Keligh, as Hirogex and his companions tensed, glancing about for some trap, some ambush.

            “Relax, please,” soothed Sailor Cygni, her hands spread in supplication.  “Not nefarious, in the way you may be thinking.  But it is nefarious in that the reason does not quite agree with the diplomatic nature of our missions.  If I may?”

            “Please continue, Captain,” Hirogex said smoothly, waving his companions, who were half out of their seats, to sit back down.

            “All right.  I’m not sure how to put this, so I’ll cut right to the chase.  Somehow, through some means, our new common enemy knows about our purpose, and the diplomatic summit on Polaris.  And we must find a way to stop them,” Sailor Cygni stated.

            The room fell deathly silent.  Finally, Hirogex spoke.  “Well.  That certainly does belie the nature of our missions, doesn’t it?  I presume that you have some sort of idea how to deal with this?”

            “Some,” Sailor Cygni admitted.  “The beginnings of a plan.  All of you know the capabilities of your own ships better than we do.  Now, we’ve had scout ships collecting as much information as they could; we’ve drawn the conclusion that the enemy has some sort of powerful internal field that prevents the Zerm Matrix from affecting them; but all of the rest of our weapons should work.  Our goal is to fill in the gaps and come up with a definite plan we can all place confidence in.”

            “You expect just the four of us to defeat this enemy?” Keligh asked.

            “Well, that and the four RSN destroyers currently patrolling the Polaris system.  That gives us a small boost in firepower, and five TPAs,” Orien spoke up.

            The DK faction exchanged a glance.  Finally, after some hesitation, Hirogex spoke up.  “We, too, now possess the capability to use our special abilities on enemy ship targets.”

            “How?” demanded Sailor Ryujin.

            “Well, I’m afraid some time ago, one our spies managed to steal the plans to your TPA and get it to us,” Hirogex explained, slowly, polite as possible.  “This has finally resulted in what we call the EFA:  Essence Focusing Apparatus.  Due to technological differences, it isn’t yet as efficient as yours, but…”

            “But you’re working on it,” Derrelli finished with a grin.

            “Well, yes,” Hirogex said, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

            “All in the past, at least for the moment,” Sailor Cygni said, waving her hand dismissively.  “And that will come in handy.”

            “You know, ignorance is costing us… dearly,” Derrelli mused.

            Sailor Cygni glanced back at him as Duke spoke up.  “What are you proposing, Pyro?”

            “I’m proposing that should we succeed and beat the hell out of that ship, that before we finish it off we get aboard it and take some deep scans… get a better idea of what we’re dealing with and maybe some way that is key to defeating them,” Derrelli said.

            “That sounds very risky,” pointed out Gyari, Hirogex’s tactical officer.  She then grinned, even rows of teeth revealed.  Aside from the horns sweeping forward on her head, she looked quite human, with tan skin and brown hair and eyes.  “It actually sounds like fun.”

            “That makes two,” Derrelli said.

            “You mean to tell me you want to lead that team?” demanded Sailor Ryujin.  “Now wait just a minute!”

            Privately, Sailor Cygni agreed, but fought it down, knowing- as Derrelli full well did- that he was a good choice for the job, considering his background.  She raised her hand.  “Hold on.  We should give this full consideration.  We have a lot of ideas to condense, so we’ll take them down and discuss them in turn.  I think we can all agree that we’ll probably be here awhile whilst the diplomats do their thing.”

            “Amen,” agreed Keligh amongst a few scattered chuckles.

 

            Several hours later, the dinners were concluded; the Bahumat was now the lead ship in a convoy, united by purpose, heading towards the Polaris system at high FTL speed.

            “So?” Sailor Cygni said.  The five of them, with GIA activated and monitoring, were in the primary briefing room rehashing the efforts of the day; all were quite tired, and needed to get some rest… and they all looked it.

            “So,” yawned Duke, “with everyone’s input and agreement, I think we have a chance.”

            “Not to mention a workable battle plan,” agreed Orien.

            “I still think I should lead that scout team,” Sailor Ryujin pouted.

            “No,” Derrelli said softly.  “Your strength is needed on the Bahumat; and I possess the necessary skills.  Either via magical prowess, or hacking ability; who knows what we’ll be able to get into, good situations or bad.”

            “Besides, the details are final,” Sailor Cygni said brusquely.  “Neo, GIA; what are the chances of success?”

            “If everything goes as planned, Captain,” Neo replied, “better than 50%.”

            “Which it won’t,” added GIA.  “Worst case is 5%.”

            “Better than nothing,” Orien shrugged.  “And we don’t really have a choice.”

            “No, we don’t, do we,” Sailor Ryujin said.  “Well, it oughta be fun, at least…  like a choice wave, riding on the edge.”

            “Geez, we really are tired,” laughed Derrelli.

            “Yeah,” Sailor Cygni agreed.  She stood.  “Let’s get some rest.”

            As everyone got up to leave, she continued.

            “We’re going to need it,” she predicted.

 

 

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