From FFMLRefuge-return-1018-57939305@listbot.com Mon May 28 14:44:06 2001 Received: from lbmail12.listbot.com (lbmail12.listbot.com [204.71.191.10]) by roc.host4u.net (8.8.5/8.8.5) with SMTP id OAA10078 for ; Mon, 28 May 2001 14:44:05 -0500 Received: (qmail 49315 invoked by uid 0); 28 May 2001 19:57:10 -0000 Mailing-List: ListBot mailing list contact FFMLRefuge-help@listbot.com Delivered-To: mailing list FFMLRefuge@listbot.com Received: (qmail 5128 invoked from network); 28 May 2001 19:42:01 -0000 Received: from imo-m10.mx.aol.com (64.12.136.165) by lb6.listbot.com with SMTP; 28 May 2001 19:42:01 -0000 Received: from Kyhdin@aol.com by imo-m10.mx.aol.com (mail_out_v30.22.) id j.f6.a958311 (16782) for ; Mon, 28 May 2001 15:44:06 -0400 (EDT) From: Kyhdin@aol.com Message-ID: Date: Mon, 28 May 2001 15:44:06 EDT Subject: [FFML-R] [NOPM][fanfic][SM/Guyver]Revenge To: FFMLRefuge@listbot.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: AOL 5.0 for Mac sub 28 Status: RO Content-Length: 15118 Lines: 357 The FFML Refugee List --------------------------- ListBot Sponsor -------------------------- Start Your Own FREE Email List at http://www.listbot.com/links/joinlb ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, he we go with another chapter. A few notes before we start that I have neglected to mention previously. First off, the guyver used in this story is based of the live action movie with Mark Hamill. It's the only continuity I'm really familiar with. (I know there were two movies, but the second one even by my admittedly loose standards, sucked.) Secondly. This was actually inspired by a spamfic from Mark Doherty. Hopefully he doesn't mind. =) Finally. See the Author's note at the end if reading the fight scene leaves you a bit confused. That's all, please send C&C. Flames will be fed to Culsar the Crabby. Data: "There once was a woman from Venus, who's body was shaped like a-" Picard: "Thank you, Mr. Data." Star Trek: TNG, (episode unknown) ************ Serena was sitting on the floor by the door, knees pulled up to her chest when Molly came home. Serena instantly noticed that her friend's face was wan and pale and her hands were shaking slightly. "Serena? What are you doing here?" "I needed to see you. There was something on the radio that I thought you should hear," Serena said as she held out the tape. "Thanks," Molly said absently as she took it. "Come on in." Molly's loft was sparsely furnished with most of the furniture pushed against the walls and one wall dominated by a row of huge windows that offered a view of some of the shorter buildings of the Tokyo skyline. "Be right back," Molly said as she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Serena to her own devices. Near the windows was a small desk dominated by "Morris", the powerful computer Molly and Rei Asamiya, the art half of the two-woman team that was responsible for "Notes from the Edge," a monthly comedy/drama manga chronicling the adventures of a nerdy alien trapped on Earth, used to give the artwork it's powerful colors and photorealistic feel. Idly, Serena drifted over to the smaller laptop set at a right angle to Morris. This one, dubbed "Nine Lives", a move which had sent Mina into hysterical laughter, was where Molly did the writing for the Manga and she reached over to the notepad peeking out from under a book on killer viruses. She knew the pad was where Molly put her ideas down on paper and if she could get a look at next month's plot. . . "And just what do you think you're doing?" The question was asked in jest, but guilt, startlement, and perhaps the strained friendship that had existed between the two since Molly found out about Serena's big secret, was a factor, but Serena exploded with anger. "I was just looking! Can you blame me for being curious?" "I. . ." Molly said, taken back, then her eyes narrowed. "Well it is my stuff." "Excuse me? Who got you hooked on Manga in the first place? And for that matter, who was willing to talk to you when you first came here?" "Well its not like I needed anyone!" "Oh yes, I forgot. Americans can't admit they might be wrong, world might blow up!" "Yeah, well Sailor Moon could save us, if she doesn't trip over her own two feet first!" Serena bristled. "What?" She asked softly, her tone of voice dangerous. "You heard me," Molly said, striking a pose. "In the name of the Moon, I'll punish you-whoops!" She finished the impression by pretending to trip over her own feet. "It's a wonder you ever got to the fight, let alone achieved victory." "Yeah, well at least my-" Serena broke off as her eyes fell on the picture of Melvin and Molly on the nightstand and her mind shuddered back from the line she had been about to cross. "My bus back home will be at the stop soon," she finished lamely in a more normal tone of voice. Molly's mouth twitched as she followed Serena's gaze to the picture, her eyes softening momentarily, before hardening as she turned to look back at her friend. "You should probably go then." "Right, "Serena agreed as she left. It wasn't until she was in the elevator that she allowed herself to think about what she had almost done. 'I. . .I nearly insulted Melvin's memory,' she thought. 'Molly never would have-I never would have forgiven myself if I had done that.' Trembling, she exited the elevator and left the building. #--# It was some several hours later that Molly sat on her couch, the notepad on her lap covered in meaningless scribbles. Try as she might, she could not come up with a plot. The events at the lake kept sidetracking her. "Hey, you in there?" Molly asked, tucking the pen in her hand behind her ear. "Kinsune?" Silence. Molly sighed. The Guyver had been quiet since it had told her it's name after they had touched that energy sphere containing the Kami, and that experience had left Molly with more questions then answers. Standing, she tossed the notepad onto the table and started to pace. Maybe some music. Yeah, music was good. Flipping on the stereo to a random station, she resumed pacing. What was she going to do? On the stereo, the music wound down and the DJ's voice smoothly sueged in. "That was Chi Misato and the Heaven and Earth Band. Start saving ticket money, folks, AIC has confirmed that Chi will not only be voicing a role in the first Parallel Dual! Trouble Adventure movie, but that the H and E will be doing the entire score and soundtrack. The movie will be in theaters early next year. Oh, and this just in. Seems the mall is gonna be closed for a while, kids. Apparently terrorists have set up shop in Tokyo Mall and brought a youma along for the ride. Police have cordoned off the entire building to prevent further exposure to hallucinogenic gas. But don't lose hope, our favorite sailor-suited femme fatales are on the scene. Now, how about some Areosmith?" "Shit!" Molly swore as she bolted out the door. **************** "Supreme ACK!" Despite her reputation as a borderline psychopath, Lita Kino, currently in her guise as Sailor Jupiter, was actually a fairly well-mannered young lady. However, perhaps it was the window she broke when the youma threw her, or the dressing dummies that she knocked over, but she was inspired to invent several new four letter words, which she recited repeatedly as she got up. Gathering her energies, she prepared to demonstrate why the power of Thunder was hers to command. "Supreme whatda-" An orange and white clad form hurtled through the air and landed on her and both girls went down in a tangle of arms and legs. "Oops," Venus said as she helped her comrade to her feet. "Remind me. Why are we here again?" "Stopping that," Venus said, pointing at the youma. It looked human, if you discounted the fact that it had four arms and nothing below the waist. Instead, it was supported on spider legs, and was covered in some sort of biomechanical exoskeleton. A large gem was pasted to its forehead and was using it to fire some sort of destructo-ray. "Oh yeah." The sound of a battle cry attracted her attention. "DOWN!" They hit the floor as white hot flames flared out, scorching the walls and ceiling. "Damnit, Mars, watch where you're aiming!" She called as the Senshi of Fire joined her teammates inside what had been a clothing store. "Don't look at me," she protested, brushing broken glass off herself. "That thing moves faster then curry through the digestive track. I didn't even realize it hit me until I went through the window." "YAHHHHHHH!" Sailor Moon put in as she came flying through the door, followed by Mercury. Rushing to their side, they found that once again, Sailor Moon's ability to suffer injury without actually being injured had protected her once more. Mercury, however, had a hand to her side. "Broken ribs," the blue-skirted Senshi said. "It has telekinetic abilities." "Owwwwwww," Sailor Moon added. "Peachy," Jupiter muttered. "Mars. Do what you can for them. Venus?" "Right behind you." Jupiter stiffened. That wasn't Venus' voice. Slowly, she turned. The youma stood in the remains of the doorway. One of it's hands was closed around Venus' throat. Grinning sheepishly, the Senshi of Love gave Jupiter an apologetic wave. "Why me?" Jupiter said, massaging her temples. "Why can't you guys bug someone else for once?" "Excuse me?" Jupiter blinked. The youma was staring at her quizzically. "I'm sorry, did I break your train of thought?" "Yes!" "Oh my. Awfully sorry about that. Please take all the time you need. I didn't mean to interrupt." "Interrupt? Interrupt?!" Jupiter asked, wondering when she had boarded the eight-thirty to the Twilight Zone. "No, you didn't just interrupt, you dragged us from our beds. What is it with you guys? Why can't you attack at a decent hour?" "I-" "And if that's not enough," Jupiter continued as though the youma hadn't spoken. "You injure my friends!" She turned away dramatically to see Mars giving her a perplexed look. "Look at them! Lying, there, bleeding, perhaps broken. Their short lives perhaps seeing their end." "Well, that is what I'm supposed to do-" "Don't try to justify your crimes!" Jupiter shouted. She was improvising for all she was worth. "You came here! You committed vandalism in the mall! You-" "Now hold on just a moment," the youma snapped, crossing one set of arms and with the other set, began to gesture, waving Venus around in the process. "I was created to do those things. I can hardly be held responsible for my actions if I am simply following an instinct that just happens to drive me to maim, kill and destroy." "Instincts can be overridden, or forgotten." "And where did you hear a silly thing like that?" "I just. . .I just know these things, okay?" "And you're making claims based on unsubstantiated facts? That's very poor logic." "No more poor then your refusal to take responsibility for your actions," Jupiter shot back as out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mars sneaking along the dubious cover provided by the toppled clothing racks, a ward in hand. 'Great Father, what did I do to deserve this?' She thought as she sought to keep the Youma's attention. At that point, Mars leapt from hiding, ward in her outstretched hand. Whirling, the youma caught her by the neck as well and the piece of paper fluttered to the floor. "What's this?" The youma asked, looking from Mars, to the ward, to Jupiter. "Say, you wouldn't have been trying to distract me would you?" "No. Of course not," Jupiter protested, placing her hands behind her back. "That would be silly and, not to mention, completely dishonest." The energy for a thunderbolt gathered in her cupped palms. "Which we, the Sailor Scouts are above." "Yes," the youma's tone was dry, almost sarcastic. "Well, look, its been awfully fine chatting with you, but I'm afraid I really am going to have to kill you and your friends now. Nothing personal you understand, but I have to make a good impression, this being my first day and all." "Of course," Jupiter replied, the fine hair on her arm standing on end as she wrapped the thunderbolt around her fist. She was only going to get one chance to put it down the youma's throat and fry its guts. The question was when to strike. "I'm so glad we could understand each other," the youma said, starting forward. "I-eh?" It looked back and then howled in accompaniment to the sound of something wet tearing. Dropping Mars and Venus, it whirled to face whatever was behind it and Jupiter had to fight a sudden bout of nausea. The youma's entire rear had been literally torn away and ichor and entrails dripped and hung from the gaping hole. And deep inside the hole, she could see its heart. "JUPITER THUNDERBOLT SMASH!" she cried, as she hurled the thunderbolt forward. Like an arrow, the ball of energy flew forward and struck its target. The youma roared and then exploded into dust. As the ash fell, she saw Warrior standing there, fingers coated in the youma's blood. "Thank you," Jupiter said. Warrior turned and walked away. "Hey! Jupiter yelled, running up to her and grabbing her arm. Warrior spun, one hand raised to strike, a ball of energy forming in the palm. "Whoa, whoa," Jupiter protested, letting go of Warrior's arm and stepping back. "I just want to talk." "About?" "Back there. That makes twice you saved our lives. We really do appreciate it and we thank you." "Your thanks mean little to me. You are only slightly less responsible for my creation then they are." "Us? How?" Jupiter blinked and in that split second, Warrior vanished. **************** "We're responsible for her creation?" Amy asked as they walked along the street the next morning. "That's what she said," Lita replied. "Just slightly less responsible then the youma are." "Weird," Raye said. "Wonder what she meant by that?" "Maybe she's a youma," Mina offered. "A youma?" "Yeah. Some kind of prototype that was made to stop us and instead went rogue." "A rogue, prototype, youma," Raye said with heavy sarcasm. "One that just happens to look like something out of a Yoshiki Takaya manga?" "Well, yeah." Without changing expression, Raye reached over and slapped Mina on the back of her head. "Try again." "Actually, Mina may be right, Raye," Amy said. "Warrior's behavior pattern is consistent with that of someone out for revenge. In both cases, she waited until we were on the verge of being killed before intervening. It's entirely probable that she is keeping us alive for no other reason then to taunt whomever is sending these youma." "Well that makes me feel better," Lita said, rolling her eyes heavenward. "It wasn't intended to," Amy continued. "If we continue the line of logic that Warrior is some sort of rogue youma who is seeking revenge against her creators, she could very well come after us once she is done with her brethren. We are, at least in her view, also responsible for her creation." "Then we'll just have to stop her first," Lita said grimly. "Next time she makes an appearance. . ." she held up her hand where the others could see it and clenched it into a fist. After a moment, the others nodded agreement. ***** Author's note: The conversation between Jupiter and the youma is dedicated to the memory of Douglas Adams who recently packed up his towel and hitchhiked off to parts unknown. So long, Mr. Adams, and thanks for all the fish. http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Keep/5268/Fanfic/fanfic.html (Otakus Nodateus) Komodo. Immortal Very Powerful Something or Another But Now Just Another Git with a Net Connection. Also Known as Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Yada, Yada, Oooky, Spooky, Whatever. 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