Sailor Who 2: The Dark Kingdom Strikes Back
By Epeeblade aka C. Pontoriero

Sailor Moon is copyright Naoko Takeuchi and a whole bunch 
of other people. Green Lantern is property of DC comics.  
The other characters are friends, I mean, creations of 
mine. Sailor Who 2 and all related work is copyright 
Catherine Pontoriero ©2000.

Cathy’s mother tried not to show her shock at the two 
individuals who stood outside her door.  It wouldn’t be 
polite to gasp at the young man in a black trench coat with 
long curly blond hair swept back in a ponytail or to stare 
at his friend with the ass length hair and scraggly 
clothes.  “Just a moment,” she tells them, closing the door 
as she calls to her daughter. “Catherine Christine Mary 
Elizabeth! Get down here!”
	
“Yes, mother?” she said meekly, a mischievous gleam in her 
eye.
	
“Who are those people outside?”
	
Cathy glanced out the window, “Oh, that’s my new boyfriend 
Killer, and his best friend Marilyn Manson…”
	
“Cathy…”
	
“Chill out Mom, it’s just Jordan and George.  I went to 
Japan with them…remember?”
	
“You went to Japan?”
	
“Uh, see ya, Mom,” she called, escaping out the door before 
her mom could think that one over. “Hey guys, what brings 
you to Newark?”
	
“We’re bored,” George shrugged.
	
“So you came all this way to play magic?” she asked 
hopefully.
	
George and Jordan looked at each other, “Now there’s an 
idea.”
	
“Actually,” Jordan said, “We felt like using our powers, so 
we figured we’d go to New York City and fight crime or 
something.”
	
“Even though you hate the city,” she cocked her head to one 
side.
	
George coughed slightly, “Plot contrivance.”
	
“What?”
	
“Nothing.”
	
“Look, I’m just itching to find out what we can do, and why 
not kick some ass while we’re at it?” Jordan shrugged.
	
“Translation, Jordan wants to play with his Mech,” George 
deadpanned.
	
As he finished, a forest-green car pulled into the 
driveway, wheels squealing at the speed.  A young man, tall 
with short wild hair and sunglasses slammed the door as he 
exited.
	
“Well, if it isn’t Cathy and her dumbass friends.”
	
“Well if it isn’t your dumbass self.”
	
“Oh, good come back,” he mocked.
	
“Guys, my brother, Frank,” she sighed with exasperation.
	
“I appreciate a guy who can use ‘dumbass’ correctly in a 
sentence. Hi, I’m George,” he grinned at Frank who merely 
looked at him cross-eyed.
	
“We’re going to New York,” Cathy told her little brother, 
“Now scram.”
	
Frank laughed, “You, in the City. You won’t be able to find 
your way out of the train station.”
	
“You think you know NYC better?”
	
“Hell yeah!” 
	
“Then I bet you can’t take us there..”
	
“Oh yeah…?”
	
George and Jordan stared at each other. “When did this 
become Wrestlemania?”
	
“Are you guys ready?” Cathy turned to her friends. “Frank’s 
taking us to the City.”
	
“He’s not going to DRIVE there, is he?” Jordan demanded, 
eyeing Frank’s Pontiac suspiciously.
	
“Hell, no, but I am going to drive us to Penn Station,” 
Frank grinned, opening his car door. “Hop in.”
	
Cathy wondered if she was the only one who thought George 
had met his match at speed driving.  Frank zipped down the 
roads so fast she had to close her eyes to keep from 
retching.

***

“I am reborn!” Beryl shouted as the protoplasmic matter 
coalesced to form her slim body and long red hair. “Ha ha 
ha…” she began to cackle evilly, realizing her Dark Kingdom 
was reforming itself.
	
“Stop that laughing, it’s annoying!”
	
“Who dares…?” Beryl began looking around her reformed 
throne room. Her four generals, Jadeite, Nephrite, Kunzite 
and his lover Zoicite stood before her, confused and 
perplexed.
	
“Now, is that any way to speak to your new Empress?” the 
voice mocked.
	
The five turned to greet the strange woman, who floated in, 
wearing a dark purple dress, with black hair pulled back 
into two buns and pigtails. “This place needs some major 
redecorating. Some purple curtains would be nice….”
	
“Who the Hell are you?!” Beryl cried.
	
“I am Queen Calamity, of the Dark Side of the Moon. I just 
reanimated your kingdom. You will be my warriors.”
	
Beryl snarled, “I serve no one. Boys, destroy her!” 
	
“I see we have a slight communication problem,” Calamity 
chuckled. Her right hand tensed, forming a long shard of 
shrapnel, which she used to impale Beryl.
	
She kicked Beryl’s writhing body off the dais, where it 
rolled to face the four generals, leaving a trail of 
glittery purple blood in its wake.
	
“Ooh, purple,” Calamity squealed. “I could decorate this 
whole room in her blood, tee hee!” she giggled with glee.
	
“She’s mad,” Nephrite whispered in awe.
	
“Quite the contrary. Would I have been able to reconstruct 
the entire Dark Kingdom using my own power if I were mad?” 
she hiccuped.
	
“Maybe she’s drunk,” Zoicite whispered to Kunzite.
	
She stepped over to Beryl’s body and placed one food on the 
corpse’s chest, “See, I am even more evil than she was. You 
will serve me.”
	
“Um, if I may ask,” Jadeite put in. “What exactly do you 
want us to do?”
	
“Find the Dark Crystal,” she hissed.
	
The four looked at each other warily, here we go again, 
they thought.
	
“But *I*’m not going to be stupid about it like she was,” 
she gestured to Beryl. “I will give you each a sensor to 
detect the Dark energies of the Crystal, and send each of 
you to different parts of the earth.”
	
Well, it was much better thought out than Beryl’s previous 
plan, that much they could agree on.
	
“What about the Sailor Senshi?” Kunzite put in harshly.
	
“Am I sending you to Tokyo? I don’t THINK so,” she shook 
her head. “The Sailor Senshi are not your concern. Ignore 
them.” Calamity walked back up the dais, to Beryl’s throne, 
“Return when you have anything to report, though I will be 
watching you.”

***
	
Nephrite fingered the mini-computer Calamity had given each 
of them. In it was the coordinates for the location he was 
responsible for searching. He assumed each of the tiny 
laptops held similar information for Jadeite, Zoicite and 
Kunzite.  The four lingered in Kunzite’s chambers, 
supposedly getting ready for the journey, but in reality, 
discussing their new queen.
	
“I like her,” Zoicite announced, lounging on Kunzite’s bed. 
“She’s much more interesting than Beryl.”
	
Nephrite snarled; the little rat hadn’t changed any since 
his death.  Come to think of it, Nephrite realized, what 
were they doing here? He recalled some events from a life 
lived before, but if they had died, as Calamity has 
suggested, he couldn’t recall how or when.
	
Kunzite sat on a stiff wooden chair, legs crossed and 
gloved fingers steepled in his lap. “I agree she seems more 
pleasant than Beryl, but this could all be a ruse.”
	
Jadeite came forward out of the shadows where he had been 
hiding. “Remember, she killed Beryl, before she could even 
fight back.  She claims to have brought us back from the 
dead! She is powerful…”
	
“Yes,” Nephrite interrupted, “Though this brought back from 
the dead thing seems a bit farfetched.”
	
Jaedite whirled on him, “You don’t remember how you died? 
Well I remember…I remember Beryl angry at me for not 
destroying those stupid Sailor Scouts, encasing me in the 
eternal sleep.” His eye began to twitch, his right hand 
shook and he grasped it firmly with his left, “I was still 
in the crystal, still conscious when Calamity freed me…we 
owe her our lives!”
	
“Like we owed Beryl our souls,” Nephrite hissed.
	
There was a series of beeps and clicks.  They turned, 
Zoicite had turned on his computer. “Cool, pinball!”
	
Kunzite sighed and tossed his platinum hair out of his 
eyes. “We should get going.”
	
“So you’re saying we should obey her?” Nephrite stood.
	
“Unless you want to end up like Beryl.” Kunzite said 
calmly.
	
Nephrite sighed. Kunzite was right; there really wasn’t 
much of a choice.
	
Zoicite checked his computer. “I’m going to New York City.”
	
“I’ll be in Sydney, Australia,” Kunzite told him.
	
“But that’s so far away, Kunny-kins,” Zoicite sighed, 
getting up from the bed and going to his lover’s side.
	
“It’ll be ok, pookie, we’ll be back soon.” Kunzite said 
coldly, reaching forward to caress the younger man’s cheek.
	
“I’ll still miss you snookie,” Zoicite sniffed.
	
“I’ll miss you too, sakura,”
	
Nephrite and Jadeite exhanged a look, “Death changes 
people,” Jadeite muttered, “I’m assigned to London, 
Cheerio!”
	
“Hasta la Vista,” Nephrite shouted sarcastically as he and 
Jadeite teleported from the room each leaving in a swirl of 
magical light.
	
“My plan worked, I knew they couldn’t stand cutsy-ness,” 
Zoicite smiled in triumph.
	
Kunzite smiled slightly back at him, “So, what do you 
really think, my sakura?”
	
“I think that we should find out what this Dark Crystal can 
do for ourselves.”
	
“My thoughts exactly. And I’m sure you have some better 
idea where it is?”
	
“Of course, do you think I was really playing pinball? 
Trust me, Kunzite-sama, I know where the Dark Crystal is. I 
will contact you as soon as I retrieve it.”
	
Kunzite was proud of his protégé, the boy was quite clever, 
“How unfortunate that I must go to Austraila to keep her 
majesty off our trail. Good luck, sakura.” He bent to 
embrace him gently, before fading from the room.

***
	
Four figures came off the train.  One danced to the last 
strains of the Chumba Womba song that had been playing on 
the train. Another absently hummed “Come on Eileen,” before 
turning to the third and shouting, “Damn you for singing 
that stupid song!” The fourth looked heavenward and 
seriously considered breaking the Fourth Wall to free 
himself from the 3 weirdos he was currently attached to.
	
So did Cathy, Frank, George and Jordan arrive in New York 
City. “Now what?” Cathy sighed, as they came out on the 
street.
	
“Well, actually, I was thinking we could go to the MET,” 
Jordan cleared his throat absently. Two sets of eyes gazed 
at him levelly. “What???”
	
“Who are you, and what have you done with Jordan???” Cathy 
asked flustered.
	
“What she said,” George repeated.
	
“Um guys, what do you think that big glowy monster thing 
is?’ Frank pointed. George and Jordan turned to look with 
him.
	
“Big glowy monster thing,” was an ample description of the 
creature that stomped down the streets of Manhatten, 
flinging aside any cars or tourists in its way. Perhaps 
half the size of a building, the creature resembled a 
bipedal rhinoceros, orange in color, though its horn glowed 
a deep blue. The creature was coming closer to the trio. 
“Run!” George shouted.  As they dove into the nearest 
alleyway they heard:
	
“Stop right there, big glowy monster thing! I am Sailor Oa, 
champion of White Chevy Corsicas like the one you just 
trashed! Feel my wrath! I mean, I will punish you!”
	
Jordan stopped in his tracks, George trampling into him, 
“Man, she always gets all the action!”
	
“OA CRYSTAL SHARD, EXPLODE!” Sailor Oa cried and her g
green glass attack swirled around her then rocketed at the 
creature.
	
The monster was quite agile for a big glowy thing and 
dodged her attack easily.
	
“We have to help her! My mech would come in handy here!” 
Jordan exclaimed.
	
“What did you say?” Frank asked. He had turned back to find 
out what had happened to his two running mates. 
	
George gave Jordan a warning look. “Nothing,” he sighed.  
The trio turned to watch the fight.
	
Sailor Oa was just about to get off another attack, when 
the monster slammed its tail onto the concrete, sending her 
flying in the air.
	
“Yikes!” Jordan whispered.
	
Just as they thought she was done for, a glowing green man 
came out of nowhere and caught her effortlessly. “Watch it 
gorgeous!” he said with a smile.
	
He wore a dark green mask that covered most of his face, 
which was framed by locks of black hair. His muscular body 
was encased in skintight black spandex, accented by a white 
pattern on his chest, and, Sailor Oa gasped, the symbol of 
Oa upon his chest.  She gasped again when she saw the 
monster begin to climb the nearest building.
	
“Not too King Kong, eh?” said her mysterious benefactor, 
who flew to follow the creature.  He set her down on the 
roof of the building as the creature lumbered over the 
side. “Hold on Big Guy,” he encased the monstrosity in a 
glowing green cage.
	
“Great, hold him there! GREEN PLANET POWER – ELIMINATION!” 
She cried, extending her ring towards the creature, which 
blasted it to smithereens. 
*
	
“So, the glowy monster’s like gone,” Frank said, as the 
people on the streets went back to living their normal, New 
York lives. “Let’s get to the Met.” 
	
“Um,” George looked up at the building where there were 
various claw marks, “Why don’t we wait for you sister?”
	
“She probably ran on ahead,” Frank shrugged. “She knows how 
to get there. C’mon, I want to get this trip over as soon 
as possible.”
	
“Well, I don’t exactly find your company all that pleasant 
either,” Jordan muttered.
	
George looked back, “I hope she’s ok…”

***
	
She wasn’t exactly sure where Jordan and George had taken 
her brother and she really didn’t care.  She had her eyes 
upon the tall, dark, well muscled stranger who had rescued 
her (not that she couldn’t rescue herself, mind you).  The 
tall, dark, well muscled stranger with the symbol of Oa on 
his chest.
	
“Who ARE you?” she demanded.
	
“You’re welcome.” He replied grinning.
	
“Thanks,” she said grudgingly, “But who are you?”
	
“I am Green Lantern. Who the heck are you?”
	
“Sailor Oa,” she said proudly displaying her chest where 
the symbol of Oa marked her bow.  She suddenly realized 
that wasn’t such a good idea and stopped pointing.
	
Green Lantern looked perplexed. “You have a GL ring. How 
can that be?”
	
She glanced down at her right hand, resisting the urge to 
say: “you mean this old thing?” Instead she replied, “It 
was given to me by the Guardians of the Universe.”
	
“But the Guardians are dead and Oa’s destroyed!” he gasped.
	
“Go ahead, just stomp on all my dreams, why don’t you?” she 
said dryly.
	
“I am the last Green Lantern,” he replied.
	
“Good for you,” she grinned.
	
“You don’t understand. It’s impossible for you to have a GL 
ring!”
	
“If you find that something’s impossible, check your 
premises – one of them is bound to be wrong.”
	
“Ex-squeeze me?”
	
“Sorry, reading too much Ayn Rand lately.  Look, I’ll tell 
you how I got the ring and about the Sailor Senshi…will you 
show me how to use it like you do?”
	
“Um, sure…”

***
	
2:30 PM
Cranford, New Jersey
Café Rock
	
Sean nearly dropped the coffeepot he was holding as a 
searing pain knocked him off balance. “No,” he breathed 
slowly, gazing into a froth of cappuccino. “It can’t be. 
Not now!” But it was.  He put down the pot and turned to 
his boss, “I gotta go, Kevin, sorry.”
	
“What? Sean, what are you talking about?” the balding boss 
shouted as his best worker and manager stalked out the 
door.
	
“The world needs me,” Sean stated ominously as he opened 
the door and left.

***
	
Jordan was fidgeting.  Frank had to finish his cigarette 
before they entered the MET. Jordan hated smokers.  George 
noticed his irritation, but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t 
looking forward to paying the 8 bucks, or whatever it was 
to get in.  This was Jordan’s dumb idea and for the life of 
him, he couldn’t figure out why.
	
The reason became painfully clear as they entered the great 
Hall er Great Lobby of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Five 
girls walked around the fountain and squealed upon seeing 
them.
	
“Jordan!” the girl in the lead with blond pigtails cried as 
she ran towards them.
	
“George!” the others cried as they followed her.
	
Both George and Jordan had the wind knocked out of them as 
they were hugged and barreled over by five teenage girls, 
five girls who had saved the universe on more than one 
occasion. They were the Sailor Senshi.
	
“I see now why you wanted to go to the MET,” George 
commented dryly.
	
“When did you get so serious all of a sudden?” Jordan 
asked, grinning.
	
“How did you guys get here?” George asked the girls.
	
“Well,” Ami, the smart one, answered, “My father, who I 
rarely see, came to New York for a business trip and since 
he thought it would be educational, he invited me to come 
along. And of course, Usagi couldn’t resist the shopping…”
	
“So, we all came with her, isn’t this exciting!” Usagi 
cried, jumping up and down.
	
“Yeah, exciting, would you mind telling me who the hell you 
girls are?” Frank busted in the conversation.
	
“Uh, Frank this is Usagi, Rei, Ami, Mina, and Lita, we met 
them in Japan this spring. Guys, this is Frank, Cathy’s 
brother.” George made introductions.
	
“Where’s Cathy?” Rei asked.
	
“Um, we kind of lost her.” Jordan put in, not wanting to 
explain in front of Frank.
	
“Ohhhhhh.” The girls said in unison, nodding in 
understanding.

***
	
Cathy stood on her head, carefully balancing as she used 
her ring to lift Green Lantern into the air and spin him 
upside down. “Good, good,” he intoned soothingly.
	
“Thanks!” She replied, losing all concentration and causing 
both of them to crash to the ground.
	
“Oomph,” GL sighed, “You really need to work on that,”
	
“Sorry,” she apologized, “But you were going to show me 
that costume thing…”
	
Well, she couldn’t mess that up much, could she? He thought 
with a sigh.

***
	
Could this be it? Zoicite thought as he gazed at the 
massive construct that loomed before him.  This was were 
the computer said the Dark Crystal would be located. 
Unfortunately, it couldn’t be more specific than that.  
“Curses!” he muttered absently. Well, it was time to get to 
work, somehow get in and find the crystal.  Hmm, the best 
course of action seemed to be to get everyone OUT of the 
museum so he could search at his leisure.  The thought made 
him smile. But how to do it?
	
The unspoken question was answered when he entered the 
museum and found the Medieval Armor section.  Yes, Zoicite 
had seen Bedknobs and Broomsticks and he had the ability to 
recreate the magic of Angela Lansbury.
	
“Soulless homes
	Metal, no, steel prisons,
	Now, spirits roam
	Within my vision.
	Walk again, armor of Death!
	I mean um,
	Walk again, Death armor!
	Plough down these fools
	Like a rustic farmer!”
	
Pleased with his poetry, Zoicite put the spell into action.  

The Hall of Medieval armor was set up like a Great Hall of 
Old.  Along the walls glass cases held the fully completed 
suits of armor from different countries and eras.  Similar 
cases held pikes, pole axes, bastard swords, maces and 
morningstars, as if purposely kept away from the imprisoned 
soldiers.  In the very center of the room, a set of plaster 
horses stood watch, themselves covered with the armor of 
horses past.  As Zoicite’s spell began to work, a strange 
pinkish light began to emanate from these figures and they 
began to move, albeit slowly.  The glass cases crashed and 
the tourists screamed.

“What was that?” Frank demanded as a throng of people began 
to run past their group.

“Sounds like trouble,” Jordan nodded to George, “Let’s go 
take care of it…”

“Right!” the girls cried.

“Hold on a sec!” George cried futilely as the seven began 
to run toward the noise and against the crowd, “Don’t rush 
in blindly!” Then he realized who he was talking to and 
sighed, running after them.

“What kind of Demon caused this?” Rei exclaimed at the 
sight of the soulless armor stalking about the hall.  The 
soldiers had figured out where their weapons were and had 
gone for the glass cases along the wall. “It’s time to 
transform!”

“Right!”

“Wait, Frank doesn’t…” George tried again, but to no avail.

“Moon Crisis Make Up!”
“Mars Crystal Power!”
“Mercury Crystal Power!”
“Jupiter Crystal Power!”
“Venus Crystal Power!”
“MAKE UP.”

Frank grinned brightly as the five girls were enveloped in 
light and their clothes disappeared. “Pervert!” Jordan 
accused, staring with him. Once the show had ended Frank 
started, as if suddenly realized where he was. “Oh, 
right..”

He held up his hand to the sky in a John Travolta imitation 
and cried, “I’m a Soul Man!” Familiar music surrounded him, 
as a shiny black cane appeared, twirling in the sky. 
Frank’s clothes melted into a suit and tie, with dark 
sunglasses covering his eyes. He grabbed the cane in mid 
air and did an impromptu dance step.

He turned and grinned at Jordan and George who were gazing 
at him with shock. “What, are you surprised?”

“Actually, no.” George sighed, “I’m a Soul Warden!”

“I’m a Soul Whip!” Jordan echoed and the two also 
transformed.

Sailor Moon had begun her speech, “I am the pretty Sailor-
suited Soldier, Sailor Moon, on behalf of the Moon, I will 
punish you!”

“I am Sailor Mars!”
“Mercury!”
“Jupiter!”
“Venus! And we won’t let you get away with this! On behalf 
of goodness and love everywhere…”

“Mina, I don’t think they’re listening,” George said 
calmly, as dozens of lifeless soldiers ran towards them, 
brandishing the weapons they had picked up while the Sailor 
Senshi and Soul Brothers were transforming.

“I got this guys.” Frank asserted, holding his cane out, 
“Soul Man Dance ENSEMBLE!!!!!”

The soldiers stopped running and began to dance in place, a 
la Will Smith’s MIB video. In fact, Jordan could swear he 
could hear the song in the background. “Now, let them have 
it!” Frank cried.

“Burning Mandala!”
“Shine Aqua Illusion.”
“Soul Whip Ensnare!”

And other such attacks were uttered, followed by beams of 
destructive, yet appropriate energy that began to 
incinerate the soldiers. “It’s a shame to destroy such nice 
armor,” George sighed, “Oh well! Soul Ward Sword EXPLODE!”

***
	
Zoicite tugged his hair angrily. “The Sailor Senshi? Here! 
What sick god has permitted this to happen? Ok, calm down 
Zoey, think, what do you do now? Oh F**k it…blast them 
all!” He was pissed, in case you hadn’t guessed

“How dare you brats delay my plan!” he cried, appearing in 
a shower of flower petals above the Senshi. “Zoi!” he cried 
shooting hails of sharp, magical petals towards his foes.

“Duck!” Mars cried as she dove for cover, her female 
friends following suite. 

Frank turned to the other men, “What the heck is this? Like 
I should duck from a flower…OUCH!” he screamed as he got 
beamed in the arm with a pointy flower petal, and several 
shards of ice, which Zoicite had added to his attack.

Jordan and George quickly moved out of the way.

Mars got to her feet, “Fire…SOUL!” she shouted, hoping to 
counteract the shards of ice flying everywhere.

“That looks like Zoicite,” Ami told Mina, “We haven’t seen 
him since we defeated the Dark Kingdom…”

“Hmmm,” Mina murmured, “What does your computer tell you 
Ami?”

Jupiter had stood and joined Mars in attacking.  The ice 
crystals had slowly stopped at the attack barrier the two 
senshi had created.

Ami activated her visor and flipped open her tiny palm 
computer. She gasped at noticing that attached to Zoicite’s 
belt was a tiny laptop computer. “I wonder…” She murmured 
frantically tapping keys.

Zoicite’s temper still flared and ice crystals continued to 
pelt the group.  However, even in his rage, he was holding 
his own against the Sailor Senshi. This had to stop, George 
thought, as he held his sword in front of him and 
stealthily crept behind Zoicite who was too busy blasting 
the Sailor Scouts. Without calling out any attack phrase 
Soul Warden leapt forth and slashed, his sword whipping 
through the air with a sharp hiss.

It hit something with a loud clang and the noise stopped 
the rest of the fighters.  Zoicite whirled around in shock, 
seeing the attacking warrior caught in mid motion. Standing 
to the side was Kunzite, his cape swirling in the mystic 
energies he conjured around him. “Remind me, Zoicite, to 
step up your training.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Zoicite hung his head sadly.

“These children,” and the dark lord spit the word out, “Are 
not our concern. Summon a few Youma to deal with them, then 
continue the search.”

Zoicite’s emerald eyes gleamed and he threw three slivers 
into the air.  Each sliver expanded to become a glittering 
portal through which dozens of Youma poured through.

“Guys!” Ami cried, “I know what they are looking for!”

“We’re a bit busy right now,” Mars shouted back, leaping to 
get a better position to call an attack. 

“It can’t wait! The artifact they want could possibly be 
more powerful than Silver Crystal!”

“That’s not possible!” Sailor Moon declared, flourishing 
her moon scepter getting ready to blast a number of Youma.

As they fought, more and more creatures came through the 
open gateways. “Ok, that has got to stop,” Jordan 
commented.

“I could possibly find a way to close the doors,” George 
called as he sliced an orange youma in half.

“Then do it, dammit!” Frank cursed, ducking from a blast.

Mina flipped across the room, smacking Youma left and right 
with her golden battle chain. “Ok, this is what we do, 
Mars, Jupiter, Moon, Soul Warden and Soul Whip stay here 
and fight. I’ll go with Mercury and er, Man, to try to find 
Zoicite and Kunzite!”

“And the artifact!” Ami added as the three ran out of the 
room.

***

Cathy surrounded herself in Green Energy, feeling the full 
power of the second-to-last Green Lantern ring as it flowed 
through her and through her ring. In her euphoric haze, she 
saw a figure appear before her.

“Sailor Oa,” He intoned in a deep sexy voice.

“What? Who? Tuxedo Mask?”

“Yes. Sailor Oa, you must listen to me. Sailor Moon and the 
others are in great danger. Only you can help them.  But 
you must be careful, there is a great evil…” he never got 
the chance to finish for he faded into the green mist.

Cathy came to on the soft tar roof, shook her head to get 
the kinks out of it, and turned to the man standing next to 
her.

“Green Lantern,” Cathy said softly, “I have to go…”

“What? We haven’t even finished the training,” he 
protested, shaking gorgeous black locks out of his face.

She stood at the edge of the roof, her hair blown back 
perfectly by the wind.  GL thought he had never seen a 
woman look sexier or more powerful.

“Don’t you see? My friends are in danger! I have to go!” 
She turned back to him, “I’ll never forget you, or the help 
you’ve given me.” She held up her ring. “Green Lantern 
Power! MAKE UP!” Once again the green swirled about her, 
but this time her Sailor fuku looked more like Green 
Lantern’s uniform, only with a skirt. “Goodbye Green 
Lantern,” She called, leaping off of the building and 
taking flight.  Now she had to find her friends.

***
4:30 PM
New York City
Penn Station

Sean awaited a bus, there was little time.  He could feel 
the dark energies converging, and they were strong. “C’mon, 
c’mon,” he murmured, hopping on the A-train that was packed 
with commuters. Rush hour was about to begin.

***

“Just what are we looking for?” Frank gasped between 
breaths as he chased Ami down the halls of the MET.  

“A Black Crystal, an opposite to the Silver Crystal in 
every way.  It’s dormant right now, and I think I’ve 
determined its location! We have to get there before 
Kunzite and Zoicite!”

“Of course we do,” Frank sighed, “But who are those guys?”

“It’s a long story,” Mina shot back at him, “Remind me to 
tell you another time.”

“Here!” Ami cried, turning down a hall. “It’s just through 
this door.

“Let me guess,” Frank muttered, “It’s hidden in plain 
sight, a diamond or something.”

He was more than surprised when they turned into a woman’s 
bathroom. “Whoah, I didn’t sign up for this!”

“Just get in,” Mina closed the door, “Is it somehow hidden 
in here, Ami? Part of the structure of the building?”

“You could say that,” Ami followed the beeping on her 
computer.

“Who are you? What are you doing in here!” A confused 
elderly woman gasped as she came out of the stall.

“Figments of your imagination,” Frank said seriously, “I 
think you should talk to you doctor about increasing your 
medication, now please leave.”

She took one look at Frank and disappeared out the door.

Ami was unscrewing a light fixture above the mirror. “This 
is it.”

“You’re kidding me? A f**king light bulb?” Frank cried.

“I do wish you would watch your language,” Ami sighed. 
“Hurry, we must get back to the others.”

As they ran out of the bathroom, they nearly barreled over 
Zoicite, who had been looking for a bathroom. “What the?”

“Don’t let him get it!” Ami cried. “Mercury bubbles BLAST!”

In the confusion and multitudinous soap bubbles, Ami hoped 
to lose Zoicite, however she had inadvertently given him 
vital information. The Senshi had the crystal. He 
immediately teleported to his Kunzite. They would get it 
back together.

***

The three errant fighters ran back into the Hall of 
Medieval Armor just as Sailor Moon “healed” the last of the 
Youma. Ami held forth the crystal, “Guys, we got it, 
oomph!” She tripped, the crystal flying from her hand as 
she landed hard on the marble floor.

“Now that’s out of character,” Mina remarked, “Usually 
Usagi’s the one who klutzes out.”

The light bulb covering soared across the room until it 
landed safely in Zoicite’s hands. He had teleported into 
the room a moment earlier.  

“Not so fast!” Jordan cried, rushing the smaller man. 
Zoicite tumbled from the force of Jordan’s body and once 
again the crystal went flying. Most of the Senshi dived for 
it as it scattered across the ground. They fell into a pile 
of people and the crystal rolled away from them to 
Kunzite’s feet. He grinned evilly as he picked it up.

“Stop right there! You can’t play with a light bulb fixture 
without a light bulb! In the name of the planet Oa, for the 
honor of the Guardians of the Universe, I am Sailor Green 
Lantern!” A voice came from the entrance to the hall where 
a girl in a black fuku and Green mask cried.

“Sailor Who?” The good guys intoned.

“It’s me guys,” Cathy sighed, pulling off her mask. “Green 
Lantern Laser BLAST!” Her new attack was centered in her 
hands and formed a glowing green laser that struck the 
object out of Kunzite’s hands. It clattered to her feet. 
“What’s the big deal about this thing anyway?” She reached 
down to pick it up.

As she did so a figure ran in from the opposite end of the 
room screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, DON’T DO IT!”

“What?” She asked as she stood, clasping the crystal.  In 
her hands, it began to glow and change shape from a simple 
light fixture into a fist sized rock that gleamed with a 
dark light.  The light swirled from her hands and then 
covered Sailor Green Lantern’s body. The others shielded 
their eyes.

Once it dissipated, Sailor GL was gone and in her place was 
a girl with long black ponytails done in the same Odango 
style as Sailor Moon, she wore a long black sleeveless gown 
that flowed around her as she began to hover in the air.

“You fools, now you shall submit to the power of Sailor 
Dark Moon!”

“There’s a joke here, but somehow, I can’t think of it,” 
Frank muttered.

A dark gateway opened above them, as Queen Calamity from 
earlier in the story stepped out. “Ah, my daughter, you 
have finally awakened!”

“I think,” Rei said softly, “That we are in a bit of 
trouble…”

To be Concluded

Author’s Notes

It’s finally done. And yes, the (very loose) similarities 
to The Empire Strikes Back are done on purpose.

I’d like to thank Craig for inspiring me to write these 
fanfics, though he would hate the thought. And for those 
who appear in this story unbeknownst to themselves (but 
beknownst to us.) Check out the Page of Plenty at 
http://www.geocities.com/epeeblade/light/moon