Hi,
RE: Rant; I have noticed some of the bad features mentioned but, as has
been noted there is always the delete button. However, the FFML is a 
wonderful resource and I wish to be a positive contributor. I have been a
little 
reticent to offer C&C until I had more experience WRITING. (I didn't want
to C&C other people until I'd actually written a few things myself.) Also
 I generally do not like to post a fanfic for C&C until I have it at least
50% complete.  In light of the recent �rant' ^_^ I'm sending this out
for C&C in order to contribute a story to the list. 
I only have five chapters finished and the rest will be a little
slow in coming as I find straight SM difficult to write. On a more positive
note I have finished �With Friends Like These . . ." and will be sending
the revised version as soon as I get it back from my pre-readers. If anyone is
interested in pre-reading Friends, Sukeban, or any of my in progress fanfics
please let me know. Now, Chapter 1, Sukeban Senshi


[fanfic][sailormoon] Sukeban Senshi

Chapter 1

     "Kunzite! What progress have you made?"
     "Berylsama, I have a plan that will eliminate Sailormoon and
the sailor senshi as a threat."
     "Bold words. However if you were as cunning as you are
arrogant We would not feel ourselves so poorly served."
Kunzite felt his face heat as snickers echoed from the darkness. In
the Dark Kingdom failure and death were written with the same
brush. Keeping his voice and visage composed Kunzite answered
his Monarch.
     "As you say Berylsama I have been more arrogant than
cunning."
This drew a his of surprise from the throne. 
     "I have learned from my failures. More, I have learned from
the failures and success of others. With Nephrite's aid you will have
all the energy you need." Kunzite paused. "Energy and no senshi to
interfere with your plans This I pledge with my life."
The silence was absolute. Kunzite had either signed his death
warrant or just made himself the most powerful General in the Dark
Kingdom. 
Kunzite could feel Beryl bending her formidable will upon him,
probing, testing, searching. Suddenly the pressure disappeared and
Kunzite fought not to sway with relief. 
     "My plan is simplicity itself. Eliminate Sailormoon BEFORE
she becomes a senshi.  Without her the other senshi will pose little
or no threat."
     "An interesting proposal." Beryl nodded thoughtfully.
"However We are puzzled by a few things. Sailorpluto guards the
Gate-of-Time, and while she can not leave the time gate neither can
we approach without her permission.  Unless of course you intend
to awaken the outer senshi." Beryl turned a basilisk gaze on
Kunzite. "We can of course see how awaking Sailorneptune,
Sailoruranus and of course Sailorsaturn will help Our cause. Most
especially waking Sailorsaturn and the Silence-fucking-Glave." 
This last was said in such a conversational voice that Kunzite did at
first not understand her words. He could not misunderstand the
rage in Beryl's eyes.
     "Do you think Us a fool, Kunzite? Do you attempt to cover
your incompetence with . . ."
     "Berylsama" Kunzite dropped to his belly in front of the
throne. No one interrupted Beryl on her throne, at least not twice.
As Beryl raised her hand to blot him from the universe Kunzite
knew his life was measured in heartbeats, and he had only a few to
convince Beryl of his plan's merits.
     "Berylsama, I have a method to time travel WITHOUT the
Gate-of-time. We can by-pass Sailorpluto."

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Kunzite stood in his laboratory with Queen Beryl. To be more
precise, Kunzite lay on his belly;  Beryl stood, her booted heel
grinding into Kunzites spine. He could feel her mental hand around
his heart, waiting for him to misstep. If he were lucky and Beryl
were feeling charitable she would rip his heart from his chest and
choke him with it.  If she were feeling otherwise he might live for
centuries, regretting that his grandparents had ever met each other. 
     "As you know Berylsama, Serenity" Kunzite winced as
several vertebra suffered catastrophic compression under Beryl's
heel. "Serenity the Usurper" the pressure lessened "Serenity the
Thief, Coward and Back-stabber." Kunzite suppressed a groan of
relief as the pressure against spine and heart lessened and almost
disappeared. Almost.  
     "As you know when  S. . .as you know when the Nameless
One and her Moon Devils stole the tokens of power and locked
them away from you they also placed constraint upon their own use
of the powers." At Beryl's impatient nod Kunzite hurried on. "In
the instance of the Gate-of-Time, while it is true that no one may
use the Gate without Sailorpluto's permission, the ward prevents
even Sailorpluto from using the gates full potential.  There are
paths through time that Saiorpluto can not see or travel. I have
found one of those paths and devised a means to use it."  

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     "A bee?"
Kunzite gave a small cold smile at Nephrites astonished tone.
     "All of this" Nephrite waved a hand at the equipment that
filled the cavern and spilled over into the next and the next for over
20 kilometers across and at least that many more in depth. "for a
BEE!" 
     "A single grain of sand can tip the balance. Properly placed
this" Kunzite held out the insect on the palm of his hand "is more
than enough to eliminate Sailormoon and the senshi. I have made
the 'gun', all you have to do is aim it and fire."
     "Oh no. This is your mess, you clean it up. You've
squandered over thirty percent of our energy reserves. When
Berlysama finds out. . ."
     "When Berylsama finds out that you were too cowardly and
incompetent to do your duty . . . When Berylsama finds out that
you had Sailormoon in your sights but refused to pull the trigger. . .
well I don't think she'll be pleased."
     "You bastard!"
     "Quite possibly. Actually I've always thought that mother
killed and ate father after mating; rather like a spider." Kunzite's
expression resembled a smile only insofar that his teeth were
showing.  " Should you fail, I'm sure we'll have lots of time to
discuss my parentage or lack thereof while we share
accommodations with Jedite."
     "All right!" Nephrite was in a rage. "What do you want?"
     "It's very simple. Merely stand there" Kunzite indicated a
fine-mesh wire cage, open on one side "and concentrate on
Sailormoon."
     "That's all?" 
     "No need to be so suspicious. I know that you have your
guard surrounding this chamber, ready undoubtedly to do very
unpleasant things to me should you fail to leave unharmed. I am
sure you realize that nothing they, or you, could do to me could
possibly compare to what Berylsama will do to me, to us, should
this fail."
Nephrite narrowed his eyes in thought, then nodded and stepped
into the cage.
     "You see, every living thing makes a path through time and
space. While I can detect this path, I can not see any details. That is
where you come in my dear Nephrite."
Kunzite place the bee in a small chamber of ebony crystal and
closed the lid. He the passed a hand over a seeming blank panel. As
he did so the panel began to glow and the cavern began to vibrate
with a subsonic thrum.
     "What's happening?"
     "I have activated the time displacement engine."
     "Ouch! Something bit me."
     "Just a static discharge. Now concentrate on Sailormoon. 
My time engine will make you much more sensitive to the forces
you normally use. You will be able to see into the past,
Sailormoon's past." The thrum had increased to painful levels. The
walls and floor were shaking themselves to pieces and the air
flashed and flickered with static discharges. "The engine is primed
and ready. When you find the proper moment, it will take but a
thought to discharge the weapon." 
Nephrite could barely hear Kunzite. Places and faces raced past him
in a blur. A torrent of power flooded his body like a typhoon in a
shoe box. He was filled to bursting and still the power came and
came and came.  Red hot hooks fastened into his head started
ripping out chunks of his brain.  He couldn't scream, he couldn't 
move he could only endure. As his flesh sizzled and split like a roast
pig on a spit. . . he saw it. The moment. The cusp of all that was or
all that could be. And as suddenly as thought, the weapon
discharged, and Nephrite was released to fall unconscious to the
floor.

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     "This was a wonderful vacation dear. I'm so glad you could
get away form work."
Tsukino Kenji glanced from the road to  his wife Ikuko  in the
passenger seat, half shadowed by the full moon. 
     "I'm glad I could get away too. It's been a long time since
we could all go away. Are you glad too Usagichan?" Kenji called to
his daughter in the back seat."
     "Shhhh. Papa." Usagi scolded. "You'll wake Shingochan." 
Eight year old Tsunkino Usagi was an Oneesama and she took her
duties very seriously. She stared at her sleeping brother and thought
again she'd never seen anything more perfect. As always she
counted his fingers and toes, to make sure none were missing. As
soon as this vital inventory was complete she sat back to watch him
breath. As she did so  she went through an entire catalogue of
everything they'd done that day from the moment Shingo had
awakened to the minute his eyes closed in sleep.  First she had  to
make sure Shingo had been properly amused. If he had missed
some treat, Usagi saw it as her duty to make up for it the next day. 
Usagi also went over the things he didn't like. She'd try to make
sure they never happened again. She'd tried to explain how
important it was that Shingo never be upset or unhappy but mama
and papa didn't seem to understand. Mama told her that was
impossible. That sometimes people were upset or unhappy but that
didn't make any sense. From the moment she'd seen Shingochan in
the hospital she'd loved him. She left his side for school only under
the awful threat of not being allowed to tend him during her free
time. While Usagi was around, Shingochan  was never allowed to
be hungry or unhappy. Diapers were changed almost before they
were soiled.  Mama said that she'd grow out of it, that as she and
Shingo grew older things would change. Usagi couldn't understand
that. Nothing in the world was more important than love and
family. Usagi had always known that;she had known that before
she'd known anything else. And Shingochan was love. And the
more Usagi loved him, the more love she got back. Just like the
way mama and papa loved each other, or she loved them, or they
loved her and Shingochan. When they did that Usagi could see a
big warm light. And Shingo's light was the biggest and warmest,
because there wasn't anything else in him but love. Grownups were
funny. They didn't talk about the light. They didn't seem to know
what Usagi meant when she talked about it. And that was just silly.
Grownups knew about everything. Right now she was content to
love Shingo, and watch his light grow bigger and brighter.  When
she was big, she'd find more people and make their lights bigger,
just like Shingo and mama and papa. She'd love everybody, then no
one would cry or be upset.
The tiny pop of displaced air was inaudible over the hum of tires.
Materializing within millimeters of it's target the small insect sank
its stinger deep into Tsukino Kenji's left eye. Kenji screamed and
involuntarily jerked the wheel as he clasped both hands to his face
as the poison sac pumped formic acid directly into his eye.
Usagi was just adjusting the blanket around her sleeping brother
when her papa screamed. She jerked around, eyes wide and
uncomprehending. She had a brief vision of her father clutching his
head in pain. Her mother's desperate grab for the steering wheel.
The world became a mad strobe of moonlight and dark . . .light . .
.dark . . .light . . .dark, as the car tumbled down the cliff and Usagi
bounced and tumbled inside the car until the world ended with a
screaming smash of metal, flesh and bone.
Usagi swam through a thick mud of pain, fear and loss until she
reached a light. Not her warm comforting light, but a cold bloodless
light of deep shadow and anemic black and white images. The nasty
hiss and pop of cooling metal was a ghastly counterpoint to the
horribly normal whir and buzz of night flying insects. Usagi
struggled to get up and fell back in a sudden blaze of pain. Half
blinded by pain and nausea she  looked down to see her smashed
legs, splintered bone gleaming whitely against the black of blood
soaked clothes. The fact she could see out of only one eye went
almost unnoticed against her other hurts.
     "mama, papa." The cry came out as a whisper. "mama,
papa, where are you!" Then she remembered "shingo!" As hard as
she tried, she couldn't make a sound louder that a horse whisper.
"shingo!" Frantically she began pulling herself along the ground
with her hands, crawling like a broken backed snake. Dragging her
broken legs it took her almost an hour of desperate crawling to find
her baby brother. Pinned in the smashed rear of the small car.
Crumbled in a space that was small even for a two year old body,
Tsukino Shingo breathed with a horrible bubbling rasp, pink foam
frothing his nose and lips. Usagi pulled and beat on the crumbled
door until her hands were raw and bloody but the twisted metal was
too much for her tiny strength. Finally she pulled and twisted as
much of her upper body into the wreck as she could. 
     "Shingochan! Shingochan. It's me. Oneesama. Oneeama is
here. It's going to be all right." She could see his light, small now . .
. so very small . . . where she couldn't see her mama or papa's light 
at all. Suddenly the light flickered. " Don't leave me Shingochan."
Usagi was frantic and squeezed her hands tightly around Shingo.
"Please Shingochan. We'll go the park again. And you can have ice
cream. I'll let you have mine too." The light dimmed to almost
nothing. Shingochan was going to. . .
     "NOOOOO!!!" Usagi screamed her denial. She gathered all
of her love, her hope, her light into one large ball. . . and pushed.
Pushed her own life and light into Shingochan. 

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It was late the next day before someone noticed the broken guard
rail, and several hours after that before rescuers could reach the car
at the bottom of the ravine. When they did reach bottom they were
amazed and horrified. Amazed that anyone at all had survived,
horrified at the injuries the surviving children had sustained. 
They couldn't pry Usagi loose from her baby brother. Awake, she
fought them so desperately they were afraid she'd kill herself. And
drugged into unconsciousness she still held onto her brother as if
glued to him. They finally had to treat her injuries at the bottom of
the ravine even as they cut Shingo from the wreck. They had to
carry them to the top together and transport them together to the
hospital. It took a hospital administrator, far more clever than a
mere medical technician, to think of dislocating her fingers to
loosen her grip.