Couple of days ago I had a dream and it lead to this. Where will it go? No one knows~
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Disclaimer: Sometimes the worst ideas come in a dream. None of anything involved belongs to me.
You’re scared, I know. This world is a bleak and dark place–but it’s nothing for you to be afraid of.
You have something that the world needs more than anything else, that’s why you have been chosen. What you possess is the only hope in this sad world.
Now is the time for you to use that strength, and set forth to change the world. The battles will be difficult, but you will survive. The burden may become great, but others will come to shoulder it with you. Many will come to hate you, but you will endure. Evil will seek to consume you, but you will overcome.
Now shine and illuminate this dark world.
Eclipse of the Never-Setting Sun
A Crossover
Stage 1: Demons, Witches, and Knights Part A
Today was a bad day in the Shinjuku Ghetto. In fairness, every day was a bad day in the Shinjuku Ghetto for the Japanese population who have for the last seven years bore the label of “Elevenâ€, but today was a particularly lousy one because a bunch of teenagers with a chip on their collective shoulder and a Glasgow knightmare frame they managed to carefully put together from spare parts had stolen something big from their Britannian oppressors. Now an army of trigger-happy racists with heavy weapons were sweeping through the ghetto building-by-blasted-building and happily gunning down everyone they saw.
For resistance member Kallen Kozuki, this was graphically apparent as she rammed the slash harken of her hard-earned Glasgow into a tank that had just finished splattering several of her countrymen all over the ruined street.
“Those damned Britannians!†she yelled, tears in her eyes, as she recalled the wired weapon. She was a bit mad at herself, though. It wasn’t supposed to go like this, innocent people weren’t supposed to be involved, but that idiot Nagata and those idiot kids on their motorcycle… if she ran into any of them again in this life or the next, she would kill them!
“Kallen, can the Glasgow still move?!†It was Ohgi, the guy behind this stupid plan and the guy she was probably going to punch first after this was all over.
“Don’t worry Ohgi, it’s all right! I’ll decoy them, get the people out of here! The only people who will be captured are us in the resistance!†Kallen had no idea why she was being so optimistic. If they shot innocent people in the back for the crime of running, they’d certainly shoot them for the crime of surrendering.
“I know but we’re trapped, they’ve got us completely surrounded!â€
Kallen swore under her breath. “Stay alive long enough for me to draw them away, then!â€
It looked incredibly bad, but still, if there was the slightest chance, she wasn’t going to give up. If nothing else, there was always the chance at victory, be it a miracle or a stroke of luck, and she was going to grab it.
A passing helicopter placed its cannon’s sights over Kallen’s Glasgow, but the redhead’s slash harken found its mark first, sending it down in flames. Kallen had no time to enjoy the small victory, when an alarm warning her of the gaze of enemy Factspheres sent her on the move from the gunfire of a pair of Sutherland knightmare frames–the new mainstay units of the Britannian Empire quickly giving chase as she raced down the narrow, cluttered streets.
In the lead of the two man team was Margrave Jeremiah Gottwald, who could not cease to be amazed at the quick little fox he was chasing down. Despite being in an older model and piloted by an Eleven, it had been fairly successful at both avoiding him and doing some harm to the forces taking part in Clovis’s “Urban Renewalâ€.
“Perhaps I was a little hasty in getting rid of my Glasgow,†he said jokingly to his wingman. “If an Eleven can get this much out of it.â€
In her Glasgow, Kallen was facing a power issue, in thirty minutes she’d have none and she wasn’t about ready to try to get out of this deathtrap on foot. She really needed a plan beyond “Run away from the guys with gunsâ€, but luckily for her she didn’t have to worry about that because someone on the radio decided to hand one out to her.
“The west entrance, get up on the railroad tracks and head for the west entrance.â€
Who was this, and Kallen asked as much. On the other end of the line was a young man who was having just as bad a day as she was, though the mystical powers he’d received fairly recently were balancing it out so far.
“That doesn’t matter,†sixteen year old Lelouch Lamperouge said to the angry redhead, “If you want to win you’re going to have to trust me.â€
To win? Offering a chance to survive was one thing, but this guy was saying he could help her win? Well, she wasn’t about to turn down a victory, especially over some Sutherlands in just a Glasgow. Grabbing her chance, she jumped her Glasgow onto the railroad tracks indicated and headed for the western entrance of the ghetto.
Riding the rails, Kallen looked back again as both Sutherlands jumped onto the tracks behind her. “Okay, what am I supposed to do now?â€
On his end of the line, Lelouch checked the map in the cockpit of his own misappropriated Sutherland. A train was due down this line, bringing more units to reinforce Clovis’s genocide. Guiding the terrorists to this point was easy, now he had to gamble on if the hothead could hold her own against the two units chasing her and stop the train.
“Hey, are you there?!†Such a pushy girl.
Directly behind her, Jeremiah couldn’t help his amusement. “You pathetic Eleven, if you simply run away this hunt doesn’t have much to offer in the way of sport.â€
“Since you trusted me you’re going to win. Jump on the train,†Lelouch instructed.
Kallen looked up the rail ahead, but saw no train. “What train?â€
Lelouch gave pause at that and looked at the digital map. That wasn’t right, there was supposed to be a train coming down the line right now. “That’s not right, was it delayed?â€
“Wait, I see it! It’s derailed!†Kallen was coming around a bend, and there she could see it, a military train, with its locomotive completely derailed and lying on its side. “This is the train, right?â€
Tracers suddenly whipped past the Glasgow, and Kallen swerved left and right, before one of its landspinners caught on the track. In the moment it stumbled, a few rounds glanced off the Glasgow, sending it crashing onto its side. “Damn it!â€
Coming up to the Glasgow, the two Sutherlands rolled to a stop and pointed their weapons at it. Jeremiah smirked at the red machine. “Well, looks like the hunt is over.â€
Kallen swore under her breath. “If you’re there, some help would be nice!â€
Lelouch was already scrambling, targeting the two Sutherlands with his slash harkens. He only had one shot, his entire gamble was riding on this.
Staring up the barrel of Jeremiah’s Sutherland as she tried to get up, Kallen cringed. “Damn it, this is it…?â€
Both Sutherlands suddenly switched targets, and before Kallen could wonder at what, the toppled train locomotive passed directly over her Glasgow and straight on for Jeremiah’s Sutherland.
“What in the world?!†Jeremiah yelled while having enough sense to rapidly move clear of the engine turned projectile. His wingman, however, was still stuck in that frozen disbelief long enough for the locomotive to smash into and send his Sutherland flying off the elevated railway and into the side of a building.
Jeremiah looked back at the building, a locomotive now sticking out of it. He wasn’t alone in his stunned disbelief, Kallen was still trying to process what was going on, while the chess piece Lelouch held slipped through his fingers. The Royal Guardsman looked back towards where the rest of the train sat.
The only thing he saw there baffled him. “What? What the hell is going on here?â€
Kallen and Lelouch’s eyes went to what the Sutherland suddenly targeted, and they saw only a blonde-haired girl dressed in an old red, white, and blue Japanese school uniform with a skirt far too short.
“An Eleven girl?†Jeremiah immediately opened fire on the girl, nearly every round landing on target without fail. As dust rose from the impact, he turned his attention back to the Glasgow, which had jumped back to its feet.
“Do you Britannians just get off on killing kids?!†Kallen yelled as she launched her slash harken at the Sutherland. Narrowly evading it, Jeremiah opened fire on the Glasgow only for his burst to miss in turn.
“Slightly better than I thought, but still just an Eleven-!â€
The Sutherland was suddenly taken off its feet and sent flipping into the air. Thrown about in his seat by the sudden acceleration, Jeremiah managed to recover long enough to see that schoolgirl standing where he had just been.
“She… she did this?!â€
The girl jumped straight up for the Sutherland, like a rocket. Before Jeremiah could open fire, use his slash harkens, anything, the girl swung a kick into the knightmare’s waist, the force of the blow tearing it in half. The backpack mounted cockpit of the Sutherland automatically ejected, spiraling off over the rooftops as the rest of the knightmare exploded in midair.
Kallen’s jaw was still slack for a few moments after the impressive display. “Did… did that really just happen?â€
The schoolgirl landed in front of the Glasgow, and Kallen backed up on reflex. The girl looked up at her, only for a moment, before she turned and ran off, jumping off the elevated highway. “Hey wait…!â€
She stopped as the girl fell out of sight. She then turned her attention to her radio. “Was that one of yours, mystery man?!â€
Choked gasps of astonishment gave way to silence, as on the other end of the line Lelouch finally regained his composure. Were it not for his newly signed contract helping him rationalize that he was no longer living in a normal world, he probably wouldn’t have been able to school himself at all. Within seconds he had already come to several conclusions. Whoever that superpowered girl was, she went only after the Britannian Sutherlands, having no interest in the terrorist Glasgow at all. It was simply as open and shut as that, she was on the Japanese side. However, she either could not or would not communicate with the Glasgow… which meant the next part of his plan could get dicey.
“A Japanese schoolgirl who can throw an entire locomotive and knightmares like toys. It looks like my day just gets better and better… and Britannia’s gets worse,†he said to himself in amusement.
“Hey, are you there?!â€
Lelouch looked back towards Kallen from his hiding spot and saw that the other terrorists had managed to make it to the predetermined location. A minor hitch in his plan, but he was flexible… whoever this girl was just had to become another piece on his board.
He picked up a Queen chess piece from the number he collected, and twirled it between his fingers. It was time to get to work. He looked to his pawns and radioed them.
“I present to you the cargo in that train, they’re tools for your victory,†he said, “If you want to use them to win, then follow my orders.â€
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Earlier that day, as the Britannian Army and Shinjuku Ghetto began hurtling towards one another on a date with annihilation, fourteen year old Usagi Tsukino was running for her life to a monorail station, her long twin bunches waving behind her as she ran. “Please, please don’t leave! I don’t want to be late! Please, please, please, please!â€
Like many Elevens living on the edges of Britannia’s Tokyo Settlement, Usagi was a resident of the Shinjuku Ghetto, a devastated and war-ruined swath of urban sprawl that was once the administrative center of Tokyo when the country was known as Japan. Since the end of the war seven years ago, progress in rebuilding this area had been met and mired by Britannian bureaucracy and racial hatred for their conquests. Life was difficult and often miserable in the shadow of Britannia’s soaring construction of the Settlement, but it still found a way to go on.
As fast as she could, she rushed to the platform and arrived just in time to see the Britannian-built monorail blow right through the station as though it weren’t there. Watching the train vanish around the bend, Usagi sank to her knees and let out a frustrated whine. “It didn’t even stop! Why would it even do that?!â€
“There was a terrorist bombing; the news is making a big deal about it.â€
A gasp escaped Usagi’s lips as she looked up at her live-in best friend Makoto Kino, the tall auburn-haired girl watching the emergency alert on one of the station’s monitors. “Hey! Why didn’t you wake me up?!â€
Makoto glared down at Usagi. “I tried to, but you sleep like the dead!â€
Usagi pouted. “I can’t help that I sleep so deeply.†She looked away. “Besides, I was having a beautiful dream.â€
Makoto rolled her eyes. “Whisked away by a Britannian Prince again?â€
“No!†Usagi spat back as she got up. She became starry eyed as she remembered her dream. “I was in a lovely garden full of the most beautiful roses, and I was wearing a white dress, and I felt like a princess! But then this mean old witch in a blue dress kept trying to freeze me with ice powers, and she was angry about me taking away her gumballs or something like that.â€
Makoto frowned. “How does that make it a beautiful dream?â€
“A handsome black knight arrived and helped me! His horse scared her, and I was able to punch her in her mean face!†Usagi sighed dreamily, while Makoto rolled her eyes in disgust.
“It’s always Princes this and Knights that, you should be careful with that kind of talk in public, Usagi! People might think you’re a traitor!â€
Usagi got up and began walking with Makoto to the exit of the station. “Just because I think about that stuff doesn’t mean I want to be a Britannian or something like that, Britannians are awful.â€
Makoto nodded. “I know, but think about what you say in public! I swear Usagi, you can be so clueless sometimes.â€
“I’m not clueless!†Usagi snapped back defensively. “I’m just a carefree girl who speaks her heart!â€
“Well if you want to stay out of trouble you should keep your heart to yourself.â€
“That’s what Britannians do, and they’re awful.â€
Makoto let out a snort. “That implies they even have hearts.â€
Usagi deftly moved to change the subject. “Well, since we have the day off now, what do you want to do?â€
Makoto tapped her chin. “Well, I guess I could make some cookies today.†At Usagi’s expectant gasp, Makoto nodded. “Yes, you can help me but you’re not allowed to even look at the stove!â€
Usagi hopped up and down, much like a rabbit. “Yay!†she cheered before she hopped right into Makoto’s outstretched arm. “Eh? What is…?â€
A crowd was forming in front of the cracked and boarded up apartment building the Tsukino family called home. They were all gathered around a strange woman with voluminous black hair that extended to just above her ankles, and a beautiful and elegant yellow dress more suited for a ball then a walk through a war-ravaged ghetto.
“I assure you I am most certainly not a Britannian and even if I were, I come bearing no ill-will or intent. I am here on an important errand and I would be significantly grateful if you allowed me to pass,†the blue eyed woman said to the acrimonious crowd blocking her entry to the apartment.
“You have a lot of nerve coming to this place dressed like some Britannian Noble!†a young man in the crowd yelled at the woman. “Who the hell do you think you are?!â€
The woman brought the tips of her fingers to her mouth, aghast. “Ah, how dreadful of me!†She bowed politely. “I am Lunamaria Octavia-Odessa Kavinsky Iona Nyswonger Garibaldi Frederica Oppenheimer-Rhine Sawyer Augustus Iachetta Laguardia Oriskany Riviera Monaco Ornstein Olligschlager Nietzsche, but you may simply refer to me as Luna.†She reached into her considerable cleavage and drew out a card to hand to the man who demanded her name. “My card.â€
The man stared at the card in question, then at Luna’s cleavage, and the up at her face. “Oh, you’re from Europe.â€
Luna nodded. “Quite. Now, can anyone tell me where I can find the Tsukino family?â€
“Ah, I’m Usagi Tsukino.â€
Luna turned around, and upon seeing the girl, the woman’s eyes briefly grew wide. It could not be possible, she had only been here not ten minutes and she’d already found her! Clapping her hands together with a gasp, the woman ran to Usagi and took her hands in her own. “Oh my goodness! You’re exactly who I was looking for, Usagi!â€
Usagi blinked. “W-what?â€
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Within moments, Luna was seated at the low table in the living room of the Tsukino’s fifth floor apartment, enjoying some tea with Makoto, Usagi, and Ikuko. “Ah, this tea is without equal. I thank you for your courtesy and hospitality, Madame Tsukino.â€
Ikuko was completely atwitter at having such an elegant guest, especially one that wasn’t Britannian. Her bushy violet hair bouncing, she nodded eagerly to Luna. “Oh, it’s the very least I could do, Nietzsche-san-â€
“Oh please, dear, you may call me Luna.â€
“Ah, that is okay?â€
“Yes, after all I am a guest in your house I should be the one addressing you with all formality.â€
Both Usagi and Makoto still could not get over how beautiful the woman was. Her graceful looks, her long flowing hair, that dress! She was like a princess in their home!
“Luna-san, what made you risk coming all the way to the Shinjuku Ghetto for Usagi?†Makoto asked.
Luna took a sip of her tea. “I wish to take her as my apprentice and guide her to the path of becoming a fine and prosperous lady. It was a wish of Kenji’s, and I seek to honor it.â€
Ikuko gasped at that, and then looked down. “I see.â€
The light atmosphere became significantly heavier at that. Kenji Tsukino was a journalist who had covered the brief war between Japan and Britannia, avoiding trouble by working with a foreign media agency. Unfortunately, after the war and Japan’s brutal capitulation, he was arrested and had not been seen since.
“Have you heard from him at all?†Usagi asked.
Luna shook her head. “Not for lack of trying, but it’s difficult to find anyone in Japan that’s not a Britannian. Why, it was only after I managed to track down one of our old friends in Okinawa that I was able to find out you were here, and even then I wasn’t expecting to run into you so quickly.â€
“We’re animals to them, so of course they wouldn’t even bother to keep track of us unless we did something,†Makoto growled.
Ikuko nodded. “If you’re really here to take Usagi away from here, then please by all means do. She deserves a much better chance at life than living in this awful place.†She gestured to Makoto. “But I must insist you take Mako-chan as well.â€
Luna looked between the two girls, and then back to Ikuko. “I would be more than glad to, I can take you as well as you like. I have plenty of room back in my home in Paris.â€
Usagi and Makoto grew starry-eyed. “Paris?!â€
The City of Light itself, the most romantic place on Earth… it was almost too good to be true!
Ikuko did not know what to even say. “Luna-san… you’re really too kind!â€
“It is the very least I can do for you, if I could I’d take all of the people trapped here away from this dreadful place and these dreadful Britannians.†Luna tightened her hold on her cup of tea at that. Britannians, fools the lot of them were. They were so obsessed with conquest and cocksure their own superiority, and not once could they see the dagger they were slowly bringing to their throats.
The droning of a great number of aircraft filled the air, interrupting the meeting. Getting up, Ikuko ran over to a window and opened it. “Oh no, it’s the military!â€
Makoto and Usagi jumped to their feet and went to the window as one of the VTOL aircraft began dropping unarmed soldiers towards the ground below. Luna remained seated at the table, a frown on her face.
“Unarmed, but wearing Factspheres,†Makoto muttered. She looked to Ikuko. “They’re sending in the traitors to look for something.â€
“But what would they even want here?†Usagi asked.
Makoto already knew. “The terrorist attack, whoever did it led them back here! That’s why the train didn’t stop, they don’t want anyone to try to leave!â€
“They’re heading underground,†Usagi said as the Honorary Britannians of the army–the aforementioned traitors–began making their way underground through the various ruins and even the old subway station up the street.
“Attention Elevens! Return to your dens and stay there until further notice. Any Elevens seen violating this order will be shot on sight like the vermin you are,†the commander of a tank ordered as it and two armored personnel carriers rolled down the street, flanked by two Sutherlands. Ikuko quickly grabbed Makoto and Usagi and ducked down under the window.
“Dreadful,†Luna said as she took another sip of her tea.
As Makoto reached up and closed the curtains, Ikuko looked to Luna. “I’m so sorry, Luna-san.â€
“Do not be, once this is over, we will be leaving this terrible place.†Luna replied.
Makoto shook her head as she peeked out the window at the Britannian forces. “Something isn't right, this is different from the other times Britannians have come here.â€
Britannian incursions into the Ghetto at the very worst normally involved Knightpolice and Honorary Britannians coming through and trashing something before they marched off with whoever they were looking for and whoever was dumb enough to openly protest it. This was an outright invasion, and Makoto had a sinking feeling that all these Britannians weren’t expecting to go home without a kill to their credit nor were they picky about what they had to kill to get one.
“Mama, I’m scared…†Usagi whispered as she hugged tightly to Ikuko.
Ikuko gently pet Usagi’s hair. “It’s okay, Usagi-chan, just be calm and stay quiet until they leave.â€
The sound of a distant explosion then echoed over the collapsed and toppled buildings. As Usagi tensed and buried her face against her mother’s shoulder, Makoto peeked out the window again at the column of smoke rising in the distance. “I hope that was those idiots getting what was coming to them so these guys can leave.â€
It wasn’t. Moments after the explosion, the doors of the APCs opened and assault rifle-armed soldiers began filing out. As the soldiers fell into formation around the vehicles, the tank’s commander issued chilling orders, “By order of Clovis, Third Prince of the Empire, the Shinjuku Ghetto is to be destroyed! Kill every Eleven you see, whoever kills the most vermin will earn a promotion!â€
Luna dropped her cup of tea, as Makoto recoiled from the window in horror.
“They’re… they’re going to kill us!†the girl gasped over the sound of Britannian soldiers running into the apartment building. The unmistakable and rapid reports of assault rifles being fired quickly followed.
“Why? What did we do?!†Ikuko gasped.
Usagi rightly began to panic. “No… I don’t want to die! Mama, what do we do?!â€
Luna got up to her feet and looked to Usagi, Ikuko, and Makoto. “There is no other recourse, we must fight.â€
Makoto looked at Luna in disbelief. “Fight?! Against the Britannians?!â€
The sound of gunfire was closer, the soldiers were already moving to the second floor.
Luna did not want to do this, but it was unavoidable. “It sounds impossible but it can be done, and Usagi is the one who can do it.â€
The three Japanese women stared in disbelief at Luna, and at the golden crescent moon symbol that appeared on her forehead as she held up a finger and drew a circle in it. To their amazement, Luna’s finger left a trail of glittering light, and when she connected the line into a circle, a golden brooch appeared for her to grab and present to Usagi.
The gunfire was ending on the second floor, and footsteps could be heard moving up the apartment building’s stairs.
Luna offered the brooch to Usagi. “Usagi-chan, you must take this and fight them.â€
Ikuko looked at the brooch in disbelief and then at Luna. “What is this?!â€
“M-me?! What am I supposed to do? I’m just a little girl!â€
Luna took Usagi’s hand and placed the brooch in it. “You are a little girl, but you are not just any little girl, Usagi. This brooch will grant you a great and wonderful power… a power that will allow you to not only fight, but to protect what you hold dear.â€
Usagi looked at the brooch, her eyes growing wide, and then back to Luna who nodded. “You’ve been chosen to become a beautiful warrior unlike any this world has seen before, Sailor Moon.â€
“B-but-!†Usagi was hushed when Luna placed a finger on her lips.
“You’re scared, I know. This world is a bleak and dark place–but it’s nothing for you to be afraid of. You have something that the world needs more than anything else. That’s why you have been chosen, what you possess is the only hope in this sad world.â€
“W-what I have…?†Usagi stammered as Luna drew her finger away.
Luna nodded again. “Now is the time for you to use that strength, and set forth to change the world. The battles will be difficult, but you will survive. The burden may become great, but others will come to shoulder it with you. Many will come to hate you, but you will endure. Evil will seek to consume you, but you will overcome.â€
She took stood and helped Usagi to her feet as Makoto and Ikuko watched in shock. Downstairs, the sound of gunfire could be heard on the third floor. As Luna stepped back, Usagi stared down at the brooch and the crescent moon engraved on it. She began to feel something… a distant familiarity… like she knew what she had to do just by looking at it.
“I… I see…†she whispered.
“U-Usagi…?†Makoto began as she looked between her and Luna.
Luna smiled. “Now shine… and illuminate this dark world.â€
Placing the brooch on her chest, Usagi nodded and lifted her hand up to the air before calling out:
“Moon Prism Power, Make Up!â€
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“Third floor clear, moving up to the next floor,†a Britannian soldier said as he and his fire team of three other soldiers made their way upstairs. Reloading his assault rifle, he raised his weapon as his flanks came up to the sides of the door. After a quick three count, the soldier at his right kicked open the door and they were immediately greeted by something unexpected.
“What in the hell?†The soldier said as Usagi Tsukino, now Sailor Moon, stood in the middle hallway with her arms folded and a glare leveled at them. A blonde-haired Eleven girl dressed like some kind of fetish model? He almost regretted having to put a burst into her, but it’d be a story to tell back at the base. Without hesitation, he shot Sailor Moon in the head and chest.
The bullets struck her, and fell to her feet warped, blunted, or in pieces–as if the soldier had just shot the side of a tank. Bewildered that she hadn’t been dropped, he opened fire again and went wide-eyed behind his factsphere helmet when he realized that the bullets just had no effect on her.
He looked to his men. “Quickly! Fire! Fire! Light her up!†he yelled as he opened fire, the rest of the fire team joining in. The bullets bouncing off her and falling harmlessly to the floor, Sailor Moon dropped her arms and began walking towards the Britannian soldiers, her glare growing in intensity with almost every step she took towards them.
Outside, the intense and lengthy barrage of gunfire caught the attention of the soldiers outside as they began spreading to other buildings. When it suddenly stopped, the tank commander looked up and stared at the apartment building. He keyed his radio. “What was that about?â€
There was an explosion, as the body of one of the Britannian soldiers came smashing through the wall, to fall to the ground next to the tank. Another soldier fell through the hole, falling four stories to the ground with a loud thump. Looking up at the hole, the tank commander and the several soldiers stared at Sailor Moon as she clutched a struggling third soldier by the neck.
Panting heavily, and tears running down her face, she glared at the tank as the soldiers noticed the body of the fourth fire team member behind her, his head rammed into the wall and his body twitching.
“… MURDERERS!†she yelled as she threw the soldier at the tank, the force of his body’s impact rolling massive ground vehicle onto its roof and leaving a huge wedge in its side.
The two Sutherlands immediately lifted their own cannons to open fire, but Sailor Moon was faster, leaping out of the hole she made and kicking one in the chest with enough force to knock the cockpit out of its back. The second Sutherland’s factsphere attempted to track her, and only locked onto her as she punched the complex sensor system.
Blinded, the Sutherland tried to back off, but to little avail, as Sailor Moon punched the Knightmare frame again, the force of the blow sending it crashing onto its back with most of its head ripped off.
As the two APCs turned their cannons to her, and the remaining Britannian soldiers quickly reorganized, Sailor Moon landed and stood up. She was panting, not from the effort she had expended, but from the all-encompassing fury she felt as she stared at these awful people. Reaching up, she wiped the tears running down her cheeks, and then clenched her hands into fists.
“I won’t… I won’t let you get away with this!†she screamed as she charged the soldiers.
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Disclaimer: Sometimes the worst ideas come in a dream. None of anything involved belongs to me.
You’re scared, I know. This world is a bleak and dark place–but it’s nothing for you to be afraid of.
You have something that the world needs more than anything else, that’s why you have been chosen. What you possess is the only hope in this sad world.
Now is the time for you to use that strength, and set forth to change the world. The battles will be difficult, but you will survive. The burden may become great, but others will come to shoulder it with you. Many will come to hate you, but you will endure. Evil will seek to consume you, but you will overcome.
Now shine and illuminate this dark world.
Eclipse of the Never-Setting Sun
A Crossover
Stage 1: Demons, Witches, and Knights Part A
Today was a bad day in the Shinjuku Ghetto. In fairness, every day was a bad day in the Shinjuku Ghetto for the Japanese population who have for the last seven years bore the label of “Elevenâ€, but today was a particularly lousy one because a bunch of teenagers with a chip on their collective shoulder and a Glasgow knightmare frame they managed to carefully put together from spare parts had stolen something big from their Britannian oppressors. Now an army of trigger-happy racists with heavy weapons were sweeping through the ghetto building-by-blasted-building and happily gunning down everyone they saw.
For resistance member Kallen Kozuki, this was graphically apparent as she rammed the slash harken of her hard-earned Glasgow into a tank that had just finished splattering several of her countrymen all over the ruined street.
“Those damned Britannians!†she yelled, tears in her eyes, as she recalled the wired weapon. She was a bit mad at herself, though. It wasn’t supposed to go like this, innocent people weren’t supposed to be involved, but that idiot Nagata and those idiot kids on their motorcycle… if she ran into any of them again in this life or the next, she would kill them!
“Kallen, can the Glasgow still move?!†It was Ohgi, the guy behind this stupid plan and the guy she was probably going to punch first after this was all over.
“Don’t worry Ohgi, it’s all right! I’ll decoy them, get the people out of here! The only people who will be captured are us in the resistance!†Kallen had no idea why she was being so optimistic. If they shot innocent people in the back for the crime of running, they’d certainly shoot them for the crime of surrendering.
“I know but we’re trapped, they’ve got us completely surrounded!â€
Kallen swore under her breath. “Stay alive long enough for me to draw them away, then!â€
It looked incredibly bad, but still, if there was the slightest chance, she wasn’t going to give up. If nothing else, there was always the chance at victory, be it a miracle or a stroke of luck, and she was going to grab it.
A passing helicopter placed its cannon’s sights over Kallen’s Glasgow, but the redhead’s slash harken found its mark first, sending it down in flames. Kallen had no time to enjoy the small victory, when an alarm warning her of the gaze of enemy Factspheres sent her on the move from the gunfire of a pair of Sutherland knightmare frames–the new mainstay units of the Britannian Empire quickly giving chase as she raced down the narrow, cluttered streets.
In the lead of the two man team was Margrave Jeremiah Gottwald, who could not cease to be amazed at the quick little fox he was chasing down. Despite being in an older model and piloted by an Eleven, it had been fairly successful at both avoiding him and doing some harm to the forces taking part in Clovis’s “Urban Renewalâ€.
“Perhaps I was a little hasty in getting rid of my Glasgow,†he said jokingly to his wingman. “If an Eleven can get this much out of it.â€
In her Glasgow, Kallen was facing a power issue, in thirty minutes she’d have none and she wasn’t about ready to try to get out of this deathtrap on foot. She really needed a plan beyond “Run away from the guys with gunsâ€, but luckily for her she didn’t have to worry about that because someone on the radio decided to hand one out to her.
“The west entrance, get up on the railroad tracks and head for the west entrance.â€
Who was this, and Kallen asked as much. On the other end of the line was a young man who was having just as bad a day as she was, though the mystical powers he’d received fairly recently were balancing it out so far.
“That doesn’t matter,†sixteen year old Lelouch Lamperouge said to the angry redhead, “If you want to win you’re going to have to trust me.â€
To win? Offering a chance to survive was one thing, but this guy was saying he could help her win? Well, she wasn’t about to turn down a victory, especially over some Sutherlands in just a Glasgow. Grabbing her chance, she jumped her Glasgow onto the railroad tracks indicated and headed for the western entrance of the ghetto.
Riding the rails, Kallen looked back again as both Sutherlands jumped onto the tracks behind her. “Okay, what am I supposed to do now?â€
On his end of the line, Lelouch checked the map in the cockpit of his own misappropriated Sutherland. A train was due down this line, bringing more units to reinforce Clovis’s genocide. Guiding the terrorists to this point was easy, now he had to gamble on if the hothead could hold her own against the two units chasing her and stop the train.
“Hey, are you there?!†Such a pushy girl.
Directly behind her, Jeremiah couldn’t help his amusement. “You pathetic Eleven, if you simply run away this hunt doesn’t have much to offer in the way of sport.â€
“Since you trusted me you’re going to win. Jump on the train,†Lelouch instructed.
Kallen looked up the rail ahead, but saw no train. “What train?â€
Lelouch gave pause at that and looked at the digital map. That wasn’t right, there was supposed to be a train coming down the line right now. “That’s not right, was it delayed?â€
“Wait, I see it! It’s derailed!†Kallen was coming around a bend, and there she could see it, a military train, with its locomotive completely derailed and lying on its side. “This is the train, right?â€
Tracers suddenly whipped past the Glasgow, and Kallen swerved left and right, before one of its landspinners caught on the track. In the moment it stumbled, a few rounds glanced off the Glasgow, sending it crashing onto its side. “Damn it!â€
Coming up to the Glasgow, the two Sutherlands rolled to a stop and pointed their weapons at it. Jeremiah smirked at the red machine. “Well, looks like the hunt is over.â€
Kallen swore under her breath. “If you’re there, some help would be nice!â€
Lelouch was already scrambling, targeting the two Sutherlands with his slash harkens. He only had one shot, his entire gamble was riding on this.
Staring up the barrel of Jeremiah’s Sutherland as she tried to get up, Kallen cringed. “Damn it, this is it…?â€
Both Sutherlands suddenly switched targets, and before Kallen could wonder at what, the toppled train locomotive passed directly over her Glasgow and straight on for Jeremiah’s Sutherland.
“What in the world?!†Jeremiah yelled while having enough sense to rapidly move clear of the engine turned projectile. His wingman, however, was still stuck in that frozen disbelief long enough for the locomotive to smash into and send his Sutherland flying off the elevated railway and into the side of a building.
Jeremiah looked back at the building, a locomotive now sticking out of it. He wasn’t alone in his stunned disbelief, Kallen was still trying to process what was going on, while the chess piece Lelouch held slipped through his fingers. The Royal Guardsman looked back towards where the rest of the train sat.
The only thing he saw there baffled him. “What? What the hell is going on here?â€
Kallen and Lelouch’s eyes went to what the Sutherland suddenly targeted, and they saw only a blonde-haired girl dressed in an old red, white, and blue Japanese school uniform with a skirt far too short.
“An Eleven girl?†Jeremiah immediately opened fire on the girl, nearly every round landing on target without fail. As dust rose from the impact, he turned his attention back to the Glasgow, which had jumped back to its feet.
“Do you Britannians just get off on killing kids?!†Kallen yelled as she launched her slash harken at the Sutherland. Narrowly evading it, Jeremiah opened fire on the Glasgow only for his burst to miss in turn.
“Slightly better than I thought, but still just an Eleven-!â€
The Sutherland was suddenly taken off its feet and sent flipping into the air. Thrown about in his seat by the sudden acceleration, Jeremiah managed to recover long enough to see that schoolgirl standing where he had just been.
“She… she did this?!â€
The girl jumped straight up for the Sutherland, like a rocket. Before Jeremiah could open fire, use his slash harkens, anything, the girl swung a kick into the knightmare’s waist, the force of the blow tearing it in half. The backpack mounted cockpit of the Sutherland automatically ejected, spiraling off over the rooftops as the rest of the knightmare exploded in midair.
Kallen’s jaw was still slack for a few moments after the impressive display. “Did… did that really just happen?â€
The schoolgirl landed in front of the Glasgow, and Kallen backed up on reflex. The girl looked up at her, only for a moment, before she turned and ran off, jumping off the elevated highway. “Hey wait…!â€
She stopped as the girl fell out of sight. She then turned her attention to her radio. “Was that one of yours, mystery man?!â€
Choked gasps of astonishment gave way to silence, as on the other end of the line Lelouch finally regained his composure. Were it not for his newly signed contract helping him rationalize that he was no longer living in a normal world, he probably wouldn’t have been able to school himself at all. Within seconds he had already come to several conclusions. Whoever that superpowered girl was, she went only after the Britannian Sutherlands, having no interest in the terrorist Glasgow at all. It was simply as open and shut as that, she was on the Japanese side. However, she either could not or would not communicate with the Glasgow… which meant the next part of his plan could get dicey.
“A Japanese schoolgirl who can throw an entire locomotive and knightmares like toys. It looks like my day just gets better and better… and Britannia’s gets worse,†he said to himself in amusement.
“Hey, are you there?!â€
Lelouch looked back towards Kallen from his hiding spot and saw that the other terrorists had managed to make it to the predetermined location. A minor hitch in his plan, but he was flexible… whoever this girl was just had to become another piece on his board.
He picked up a Queen chess piece from the number he collected, and twirled it between his fingers. It was time to get to work. He looked to his pawns and radioed them.
“I present to you the cargo in that train, they’re tools for your victory,†he said, “If you want to use them to win, then follow my orders.â€
- - -
Earlier that day, as the Britannian Army and Shinjuku Ghetto began hurtling towards one another on a date with annihilation, fourteen year old Usagi Tsukino was running for her life to a monorail station, her long twin bunches waving behind her as she ran. “Please, please don’t leave! I don’t want to be late! Please, please, please, please!â€
Like many Elevens living on the edges of Britannia’s Tokyo Settlement, Usagi was a resident of the Shinjuku Ghetto, a devastated and war-ruined swath of urban sprawl that was once the administrative center of Tokyo when the country was known as Japan. Since the end of the war seven years ago, progress in rebuilding this area had been met and mired by Britannian bureaucracy and racial hatred for their conquests. Life was difficult and often miserable in the shadow of Britannia’s soaring construction of the Settlement, but it still found a way to go on.
As fast as she could, she rushed to the platform and arrived just in time to see the Britannian-built monorail blow right through the station as though it weren’t there. Watching the train vanish around the bend, Usagi sank to her knees and let out a frustrated whine. “It didn’t even stop! Why would it even do that?!â€
“There was a terrorist bombing; the news is making a big deal about it.â€
A gasp escaped Usagi’s lips as she looked up at her live-in best friend Makoto Kino, the tall auburn-haired girl watching the emergency alert on one of the station’s monitors. “Hey! Why didn’t you wake me up?!â€
Makoto glared down at Usagi. “I tried to, but you sleep like the dead!â€
Usagi pouted. “I can’t help that I sleep so deeply.†She looked away. “Besides, I was having a beautiful dream.â€
Makoto rolled her eyes. “Whisked away by a Britannian Prince again?â€
“No!†Usagi spat back as she got up. She became starry eyed as she remembered her dream. “I was in a lovely garden full of the most beautiful roses, and I was wearing a white dress, and I felt like a princess! But then this mean old witch in a blue dress kept trying to freeze me with ice powers, and she was angry about me taking away her gumballs or something like that.â€
Makoto frowned. “How does that make it a beautiful dream?â€
“A handsome black knight arrived and helped me! His horse scared her, and I was able to punch her in her mean face!†Usagi sighed dreamily, while Makoto rolled her eyes in disgust.
“It’s always Princes this and Knights that, you should be careful with that kind of talk in public, Usagi! People might think you’re a traitor!â€
Usagi got up and began walking with Makoto to the exit of the station. “Just because I think about that stuff doesn’t mean I want to be a Britannian or something like that, Britannians are awful.â€
Makoto nodded. “I know, but think about what you say in public! I swear Usagi, you can be so clueless sometimes.â€
“I’m not clueless!†Usagi snapped back defensively. “I’m just a carefree girl who speaks her heart!â€
“Well if you want to stay out of trouble you should keep your heart to yourself.â€
“That’s what Britannians do, and they’re awful.â€
Makoto let out a snort. “That implies they even have hearts.â€
Usagi deftly moved to change the subject. “Well, since we have the day off now, what do you want to do?â€
Makoto tapped her chin. “Well, I guess I could make some cookies today.†At Usagi’s expectant gasp, Makoto nodded. “Yes, you can help me but you’re not allowed to even look at the stove!â€
Usagi hopped up and down, much like a rabbit. “Yay!†she cheered before she hopped right into Makoto’s outstretched arm. “Eh? What is…?â€
A crowd was forming in front of the cracked and boarded up apartment building the Tsukino family called home. They were all gathered around a strange woman with voluminous black hair that extended to just above her ankles, and a beautiful and elegant yellow dress more suited for a ball then a walk through a war-ravaged ghetto.
“I assure you I am most certainly not a Britannian and even if I were, I come bearing no ill-will or intent. I am here on an important errand and I would be significantly grateful if you allowed me to pass,†the blue eyed woman said to the acrimonious crowd blocking her entry to the apartment.
“You have a lot of nerve coming to this place dressed like some Britannian Noble!†a young man in the crowd yelled at the woman. “Who the hell do you think you are?!â€
The woman brought the tips of her fingers to her mouth, aghast. “Ah, how dreadful of me!†She bowed politely. “I am Lunamaria Octavia-Odessa Kavinsky Iona Nyswonger Garibaldi Frederica Oppenheimer-Rhine Sawyer Augustus Iachetta Laguardia Oriskany Riviera Monaco Ornstein Olligschlager Nietzsche, but you may simply refer to me as Luna.†She reached into her considerable cleavage and drew out a card to hand to the man who demanded her name. “My card.â€
The man stared at the card in question, then at Luna’s cleavage, and the up at her face. “Oh, you’re from Europe.â€
Luna nodded. “Quite. Now, can anyone tell me where I can find the Tsukino family?â€
“Ah, I’m Usagi Tsukino.â€
Luna turned around, and upon seeing the girl, the woman’s eyes briefly grew wide. It could not be possible, she had only been here not ten minutes and she’d already found her! Clapping her hands together with a gasp, the woman ran to Usagi and took her hands in her own. “Oh my goodness! You’re exactly who I was looking for, Usagi!â€
Usagi blinked. “W-what?â€
- - -
Within moments, Luna was seated at the low table in the living room of the Tsukino’s fifth floor apartment, enjoying some tea with Makoto, Usagi, and Ikuko. “Ah, this tea is without equal. I thank you for your courtesy and hospitality, Madame Tsukino.â€
Ikuko was completely atwitter at having such an elegant guest, especially one that wasn’t Britannian. Her bushy violet hair bouncing, she nodded eagerly to Luna. “Oh, it’s the very least I could do, Nietzsche-san-â€
“Oh please, dear, you may call me Luna.â€
“Ah, that is okay?â€
“Yes, after all I am a guest in your house I should be the one addressing you with all formality.â€
Both Usagi and Makoto still could not get over how beautiful the woman was. Her graceful looks, her long flowing hair, that dress! She was like a princess in their home!
“Luna-san, what made you risk coming all the way to the Shinjuku Ghetto for Usagi?†Makoto asked.
Luna took a sip of her tea. “I wish to take her as my apprentice and guide her to the path of becoming a fine and prosperous lady. It was a wish of Kenji’s, and I seek to honor it.â€
Ikuko gasped at that, and then looked down. “I see.â€
The light atmosphere became significantly heavier at that. Kenji Tsukino was a journalist who had covered the brief war between Japan and Britannia, avoiding trouble by working with a foreign media agency. Unfortunately, after the war and Japan’s brutal capitulation, he was arrested and had not been seen since.
“Have you heard from him at all?†Usagi asked.
Luna shook her head. “Not for lack of trying, but it’s difficult to find anyone in Japan that’s not a Britannian. Why, it was only after I managed to track down one of our old friends in Okinawa that I was able to find out you were here, and even then I wasn’t expecting to run into you so quickly.â€
“We’re animals to them, so of course they wouldn’t even bother to keep track of us unless we did something,†Makoto growled.
Ikuko nodded. “If you’re really here to take Usagi away from here, then please by all means do. She deserves a much better chance at life than living in this awful place.†She gestured to Makoto. “But I must insist you take Mako-chan as well.â€
Luna looked between the two girls, and then back to Ikuko. “I would be more than glad to, I can take you as well as you like. I have plenty of room back in my home in Paris.â€
Usagi and Makoto grew starry-eyed. “Paris?!â€
The City of Light itself, the most romantic place on Earth… it was almost too good to be true!
Ikuko did not know what to even say. “Luna-san… you’re really too kind!â€
“It is the very least I can do for you, if I could I’d take all of the people trapped here away from this dreadful place and these dreadful Britannians.†Luna tightened her hold on her cup of tea at that. Britannians, fools the lot of them were. They were so obsessed with conquest and cocksure their own superiority, and not once could they see the dagger they were slowly bringing to their throats.
The droning of a great number of aircraft filled the air, interrupting the meeting. Getting up, Ikuko ran over to a window and opened it. “Oh no, it’s the military!â€
Makoto and Usagi jumped to their feet and went to the window as one of the VTOL aircraft began dropping unarmed soldiers towards the ground below. Luna remained seated at the table, a frown on her face.
“Unarmed, but wearing Factspheres,†Makoto muttered. She looked to Ikuko. “They’re sending in the traitors to look for something.â€
“But what would they even want here?†Usagi asked.
Makoto already knew. “The terrorist attack, whoever did it led them back here! That’s why the train didn’t stop, they don’t want anyone to try to leave!â€
“They’re heading underground,†Usagi said as the Honorary Britannians of the army–the aforementioned traitors–began making their way underground through the various ruins and even the old subway station up the street.
“Attention Elevens! Return to your dens and stay there until further notice. Any Elevens seen violating this order will be shot on sight like the vermin you are,†the commander of a tank ordered as it and two armored personnel carriers rolled down the street, flanked by two Sutherlands. Ikuko quickly grabbed Makoto and Usagi and ducked down under the window.
“Dreadful,†Luna said as she took another sip of her tea.
As Makoto reached up and closed the curtains, Ikuko looked to Luna. “I’m so sorry, Luna-san.â€
“Do not be, once this is over, we will be leaving this terrible place.†Luna replied.
Makoto shook her head as she peeked out the window at the Britannian forces. “Something isn't right, this is different from the other times Britannians have come here.â€
Britannian incursions into the Ghetto at the very worst normally involved Knightpolice and Honorary Britannians coming through and trashing something before they marched off with whoever they were looking for and whoever was dumb enough to openly protest it. This was an outright invasion, and Makoto had a sinking feeling that all these Britannians weren’t expecting to go home without a kill to their credit nor were they picky about what they had to kill to get one.
“Mama, I’m scared…†Usagi whispered as she hugged tightly to Ikuko.
Ikuko gently pet Usagi’s hair. “It’s okay, Usagi-chan, just be calm and stay quiet until they leave.â€
The sound of a distant explosion then echoed over the collapsed and toppled buildings. As Usagi tensed and buried her face against her mother’s shoulder, Makoto peeked out the window again at the column of smoke rising in the distance. “I hope that was those idiots getting what was coming to them so these guys can leave.â€
It wasn’t. Moments after the explosion, the doors of the APCs opened and assault rifle-armed soldiers began filing out. As the soldiers fell into formation around the vehicles, the tank’s commander issued chilling orders, “By order of Clovis, Third Prince of the Empire, the Shinjuku Ghetto is to be destroyed! Kill every Eleven you see, whoever kills the most vermin will earn a promotion!â€
Luna dropped her cup of tea, as Makoto recoiled from the window in horror.
“They’re… they’re going to kill us!†the girl gasped over the sound of Britannian soldiers running into the apartment building. The unmistakable and rapid reports of assault rifles being fired quickly followed.
“Why? What did we do?!†Ikuko gasped.
Usagi rightly began to panic. “No… I don’t want to die! Mama, what do we do?!â€
Luna got up to her feet and looked to Usagi, Ikuko, and Makoto. “There is no other recourse, we must fight.â€
Makoto looked at Luna in disbelief. “Fight?! Against the Britannians?!â€
The sound of gunfire was closer, the soldiers were already moving to the second floor.
Luna did not want to do this, but it was unavoidable. “It sounds impossible but it can be done, and Usagi is the one who can do it.â€
The three Japanese women stared in disbelief at Luna, and at the golden crescent moon symbol that appeared on her forehead as she held up a finger and drew a circle in it. To their amazement, Luna’s finger left a trail of glittering light, and when she connected the line into a circle, a golden brooch appeared for her to grab and present to Usagi.
The gunfire was ending on the second floor, and footsteps could be heard moving up the apartment building’s stairs.
Luna offered the brooch to Usagi. “Usagi-chan, you must take this and fight them.â€
Ikuko looked at the brooch in disbelief and then at Luna. “What is this?!â€
“M-me?! What am I supposed to do? I’m just a little girl!â€
Luna took Usagi’s hand and placed the brooch in it. “You are a little girl, but you are not just any little girl, Usagi. This brooch will grant you a great and wonderful power… a power that will allow you to not only fight, but to protect what you hold dear.â€
Usagi looked at the brooch, her eyes growing wide, and then back to Luna who nodded. “You’ve been chosen to become a beautiful warrior unlike any this world has seen before, Sailor Moon.â€
“B-but-!†Usagi was hushed when Luna placed a finger on her lips.
“You’re scared, I know. This world is a bleak and dark place–but it’s nothing for you to be afraid of. You have something that the world needs more than anything else. That’s why you have been chosen, what you possess is the only hope in this sad world.â€
“W-what I have…?†Usagi stammered as Luna drew her finger away.
Luna nodded again. “Now is the time for you to use that strength, and set forth to change the world. The battles will be difficult, but you will survive. The burden may become great, but others will come to shoulder it with you. Many will come to hate you, but you will endure. Evil will seek to consume you, but you will overcome.â€
She took stood and helped Usagi to her feet as Makoto and Ikuko watched in shock. Downstairs, the sound of gunfire could be heard on the third floor. As Luna stepped back, Usagi stared down at the brooch and the crescent moon engraved on it. She began to feel something… a distant familiarity… like she knew what she had to do just by looking at it.
“I… I see…†she whispered.
“U-Usagi…?†Makoto began as she looked between her and Luna.
Luna smiled. “Now shine… and illuminate this dark world.â€
Placing the brooch on her chest, Usagi nodded and lifted her hand up to the air before calling out:
“Moon Prism Power, Make Up!â€
- - -
“Third floor clear, moving up to the next floor,†a Britannian soldier said as he and his fire team of three other soldiers made their way upstairs. Reloading his assault rifle, he raised his weapon as his flanks came up to the sides of the door. After a quick three count, the soldier at his right kicked open the door and they were immediately greeted by something unexpected.
“What in the hell?†The soldier said as Usagi Tsukino, now Sailor Moon, stood in the middle hallway with her arms folded and a glare leveled at them. A blonde-haired Eleven girl dressed like some kind of fetish model? He almost regretted having to put a burst into her, but it’d be a story to tell back at the base. Without hesitation, he shot Sailor Moon in the head and chest.
The bullets struck her, and fell to her feet warped, blunted, or in pieces–as if the soldier had just shot the side of a tank. Bewildered that she hadn’t been dropped, he opened fire again and went wide-eyed behind his factsphere helmet when he realized that the bullets just had no effect on her.
He looked to his men. “Quickly! Fire! Fire! Light her up!†he yelled as he opened fire, the rest of the fire team joining in. The bullets bouncing off her and falling harmlessly to the floor, Sailor Moon dropped her arms and began walking towards the Britannian soldiers, her glare growing in intensity with almost every step she took towards them.
Outside, the intense and lengthy barrage of gunfire caught the attention of the soldiers outside as they began spreading to other buildings. When it suddenly stopped, the tank commander looked up and stared at the apartment building. He keyed his radio. “What was that about?â€
There was an explosion, as the body of one of the Britannian soldiers came smashing through the wall, to fall to the ground next to the tank. Another soldier fell through the hole, falling four stories to the ground with a loud thump. Looking up at the hole, the tank commander and the several soldiers stared at Sailor Moon as she clutched a struggling third soldier by the neck.
Panting heavily, and tears running down her face, she glared at the tank as the soldiers noticed the body of the fourth fire team member behind her, his head rammed into the wall and his body twitching.
“… MURDERERS!†she yelled as she threw the soldier at the tank, the force of his body’s impact rolling massive ground vehicle onto its roof and leaving a huge wedge in its side.
The two Sutherlands immediately lifted their own cannons to open fire, but Sailor Moon was faster, leaping out of the hole she made and kicking one in the chest with enough force to knock the cockpit out of its back. The second Sutherland’s factsphere attempted to track her, and only locked onto her as she punched the complex sensor system.
Blinded, the Sutherland tried to back off, but to little avail, as Sailor Moon punched the Knightmare frame again, the force of the blow sending it crashing onto its back with most of its head ripped off.
As the two APCs turned their cannons to her, and the remaining Britannian soldiers quickly reorganized, Sailor Moon landed and stood up. She was panting, not from the effort she had expended, but from the all-encompassing fury she felt as she stared at these awful people. Reaching up, she wiped the tears running down her cheeks, and then clenched her hands into fists.
“I won’t… I won’t let you get away with this!†she screamed as she charged the soldiers.