Prologue
“Deployment in five days, eight clicks northeast outside the western province, thank you. Now my sweet little insurgent, your reward for your tireless cooperation. What is your pleasure, pretty boy?”
The brunette removed her panties, and gasped as she shook her chestnut mane loose.
I had the feeling this would prove to be a kinky afternoon’s entertainment.
I’d heard she was effective but wow.
When Captain Tanana Luciana entered, the base she looked intimidating, mean, and tough as leather, her whole physique seemed to be that of a vicious wraith, but when she undid the hair, and prepared for the last phase of her extraction of information, it was as if she’d transformed into a Goddess.
Gone the military uniform, the sour expression, the tight bun at the nape of her neck, in her place a curvaceous, longhaired vixen in high heels, short skirt, and skimpy top doused in perfume and legs that ran on forever with a deep tan.
I couldn’t believe I was looking at the same chick, her face done up like a super model. She was hot all right and a most deadly weapon indeed.
Middle East: Straits of Hormuz
Nimitz Battle Group
“Sir, the missiles…,” ensign Adrianna mardi swallowed hard, “they’re gone!”
“Gone? What the hell are you talking about, there were twenty-five Cruise Missiles in that assault, and what do you mean they’re gone?” Captain Roger Hawker barked, staring at the young ensign as if she were a blonde zombie.
“We tracked the birds, sir, but they vanished into a haze of energy covering the target area. We’ve lost them to an unknown weapon shield of some kind. We can’t explain it, Captain; the Iraqis have nothing like this, I’m not even sure we do, sir. I have the digital footage on-screen ready for you now sir.”
“Very good Ensign Mardi. What the- By all things good and holy, you’re right; it is as if Saddam Hussein himself plucked the missiles out of mid-flight. Hold back the attack at least until we know more. Get the reconnaissance sats on-line. I want to see if they picked up anything from orbit, and the Sprite Array, get me the Pentagon on scramble, now!”
Tokyo Japan
Juuban Prefecture
I was angry, frustrated and wasn’t in the mood for dealing with Mars right now. I acted in the best way, the only way I could.
Tetis was an Arch Youma Queen, that was how she in traduced herself and I wasn’t about to argue with her.
She had taken me by surprise. Tetis is a freaky youma; half-human with the body of a Goddess, stylized Gothic Lolita outfit with a glittery sash around her slim waist, though the skirt was a little too short for elegance’s sake. She had huge bat-like wings, a face with no eyes, a slight bump where a nose should be and no mouth to speak of, funny that, a good pun, ne? She could change her appearance at will.
The youma queen was sitting on the park bench, disguised as a schoolgirl. She opened her bento box, whispering my name under her breath, not Usagi, as I was in my civilian form at the time, but addressed me directly as Sailor Moon.
I gasped as the girl transformed and the swarm of ever-expanding black crystal wasps moved in my direction. I had little time to do anything, but transform.
“Moon Tiara Action!”
“Moon, you die this day, and I get to claim the credit for it, not that parasite, Metalia!”
“Metalia?” I said, as my Tiara dusted the wasps continuously while Tetis and I were better acquainted on the battlefield, which happened to be Azabu Park.
“Yeah, the ruler of the Dark Kingdom, didn’t you know that, fool-child? Beryl is just her minion, a bitch with delusions of grandeur. Harrumph! She’s nothing, and I am the true queen of darkness.”
“Whatever,” I said, folding my arms across my chest. “You guys are all pretty stupid anyway,” I challenged.
“How dare you-“
“Come on Tetis, you keep trying to out-do each other and kill one another, so dumbass, soon you’ll have nobody left to run things up there, or down there, by the time your leaders are done. You’ll then be fried, so like I say, the Dark Kingdom is filled with numbskulls, get it?”
I took a gamble, but it was true; first Damburite, then next came Jadeite, dead, and one of their own had done it.
“No matter, even if what you say is true, I won’t play Metalia’s game of Russian roulette, so let’s do this kid, let’s as you say on Earth, rumble!”
“Fine by me…, Moon Tiara Action!”
I was holding my own, well, just, I mean, sort of when the others arrived to support me.
Mars started on me again, offering another boring rendition of her worn out old rant on my inability to lead. I was so over this nonsense. Didn’t she get it yet?
“Sailor Klutz, step aside and let me handle this!”
“What!” I retorted, balling my fists, but held back as this was not the time or the place, Luna was nodding her approval at my restraint and that made me feel a little better and I focused on the fight.
Mars was getting under my skin more often these days, having challenged every decision made by me and harping on about my immaturity and yarda-yarda-yarda – I had enough. I would kick her butt if she so much as looked at me the wrong way. She’d become insufferable since getting together with Chiba Mamoru. Yeah, old Tuxedo Kamen was drooling over that twit, pyro-brained pain in the ass.
“Sailor Moon, look out!”
I was able to leap clear, just in time as Tetis launched a volley of plasma spheres, dark energy that could kill a civilian, but if these hit me all at once, I was done for, permanently.
“Thanks Venus,” I cried, throwing my tiara once again, striking Tetis’s wing.
Because of her injury, the Arch Youma Queen was losing altitude. Before she crashed into the pavement, a vortex opened up beneath her.
“Congratulations Sailor Moon. Well played; until next we meet!” The youma shape-shifted into a princess in a hip-length black semi-see-through dress with serpentine patterns running the length of the bodice. She looked like a human adolescent girl with bare feet, her black crystal faery-like wings whirring in a melodic sequence of chimes, her body pale-blue and hair silver, eyes glowing bright gold. Tetis hovered above the aperture, waved then winked at Tux who blushed. She disappeared.
The Sailor Senshi, Tuxedo Kamen and I cleaned up and dusted the insectoid youma soldiers left behind.
“Moon Tiara Action!”
“Venus Crescent Beam!”
“Mercury Ice Bubbles!”
“Jupiter Lightning Dragon Flash!”
“Mars Fire-Soul!”
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I sat on the park bench, Luna and Artemis staring up at me, concern in their eyes as Mars stormed over to rant at me.
“I’m not in the mood Mars, I know I messed up, but I was single-handed taking them all on,” I began in my defense.
“You know, you could have contacted us, there is the panic button you know,” she chided.
“It…, wouldn’t…, work, didn’t you listen to these guys?” I gestured towards the cats, “Where do you get off criticizing me so much anyway, you’re not the Moon Princess and until we know who she is, I suggest you lay off. If, Pyro, I hadn’t acted when I did, those school children would be youma slaves, at the very least drained of energy some might have even died. Tetis assumed the form of a Juuban Jnr. high school girl, releasing the crystal wasps from the bento box before I had a chance to blink. So please Mars, find out the facts first before getting on my case. I am doing the best I can; we all are, including you. We all make mistakes but this time I wasn’t wrong.”
“Okay, maybe I was a bit hard on you, sorry, but… you could have been hurt or killed and I’d never forgive myself for that, and if you must know, I don’t want to be leader of this team so that is why I’m on your case so much silly.”
She sat beside me and hugged me.
“Point taken, but please cut me just a little more slack, I’ll do better next time, we all will.”
“Well you did save those kids and so the result was good and I can’t fault you for that, c’mon, let’s return to the shrine for a little debriefing and some food!”
“That’s more like it!” I nodded, patting her shoulder and we prepared to teleport to the Sakura Jinja.
Iraq
20 miles outside Bagdad
‘Sick bitch.’
The prisoner had information we needed, and as much as I hated this, she was getting results. This harlot had cart Blanche.
The prisoner was one of several insurgents we’d captured and gotten vital data. Captain Tanana Luciana made me physically sick on more than one occasion. I'd seen a lot in my line of work, but nothing had prepared me for what Tanana was capable of doing to her victims. Let's just say, what she could do with a knife, wire, her use of water, fire and her imagination, Tasers, that got almost everyone we held in this covert facility spilling their guts, sending a shudder through everyone on the base.
The prisoner, a weapons technician, was the only one who had resisted all her charms thus far. Until the introduction of sex into the equation, he'd given us nothing.
She dressed up, in many fantasy guises, starting with doll-like attire, ballet costume, to burlesque; you name it. She catered for all tastes. She had worn the prisoner down, but by bit. Tanana peeled off all her clothing bar the skirt and heels, seducing him into compliance not a problem.
I am a Dark Ops agent of my government, Tim Compton, a long way from Topeka, but I loved the climate here. No holds barred on this assignment, she was a mean piece of work.
“You’re not so hung-up now are you rebel-boy, hmmm? Touch them if you want, I won’t stop you, Oooh nice and gentle. I like that,” she whispered into his ear and kissed him hard on the mouth.
Taking notes and monitoring the recording session, the cadets seconded to join the interrogation were giggling and whooping as the captain, having peeled off her short denim skirt took control of the excited terrorist suspect. The man had given up. He was putty in her hands, cupping her breasts as she climaxed, biting his shoulder as he too came with a rush accompanied by a loud primal cry.
Two hours later, she returned to do it all over again. I yawned and ran through the list of questions and ticked those we wanted her to ask when the prisoner was in the afterglow stage of their; shall we say, little liaison.
easing herself onto the lap of her aroused captive taking him inside her, her groin muscles clenching to the point where the prisoner cried out in both pain and wisp of pleasure as she took him to the brink was like watching a B-grade porn flick. They had at it, as would a pair of love-starved rabbits, her legs quivering, and her body bathed in sweat, her hair stuck to her gorgeous back and ass. Tanana gyrated and threw her head back as she reached orgasm and it seemed this was going to continue for a while, the room smelt of sex and perfume.
“What was that name honey-child?” she said in a husky voice, winding her long legs tight around the prisoner’s waist, grunting.
“Nephrite, a Dark Kingdom General. Oooh, Tanana, you’re beautiful!” he said, kissing her breasts.
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“Dark Kingdom sounds a little archaic, but there’s something on that group, MI-8 in London dealt with a Dark Agency and there was a girl, a masked girl, V something or other, linked to this, Dark Kingdom crowd. People, I think we’ve hit pay dirt.”
