>From the Scriviner:
	Once again, another fusion from the warped mind of the Scriviner! This
one is comprised of two series whose fanfiction I generally delete on
sight, even though I like both series. Bubble Gum Crisis and Sailor
Moon. I only rarely find really good fanfics from either series, so it's
understandable. I do hope however, you'll give this series a chance
before consigning it to the trash bin. Once again, as with all my
fanfics, my versions of the char's while sharing name (although not
necessarily so in this one) and world view with the original character,
may not exactly act the same, owing to differences in experience and
upbringing.
	People looking for my other stuff, I'm really sorry, but I'm sorta
swamped with all this work and I've got exams coming up, so patience is
good, yes?
	Rights belong to the owners. Please no sue. No cash.


Black Moon Crisis
Prelude: Deal with the Devil

	"So, Ms. Aino, I believe that concludes our deal. Protection for me, my
wife and our daughter. In return, a million dollars to each of you and
hardsuits so advanced that your competition will be left in the dirt. I
think that strikes me as amiable."
	The setting was a kitchen in a cozy apartment, somewhere in Mega-Tokyo.
It must've been a little past ten in the evening and the lights were
turned down low, making it hard to see who was there, but two people
were seated across the table.
	The blonde sitting across from the man flashed him a grin, "Dr. Chiba,
you have yourself a deal. When do we see these new hardsuits?"
	The tall dark man returned the blonde's grin, "I've already transferred
them to you and your three compatriots. They merely need to be
activated."
	The blonde's eyes narrowed, "You'd better not be trying to cheat us."
	"Heaven forbid, Ms. Aino. My family is in dire need of your protection.
I want you to be as prepared as possible against anything my enemies
could try."
	"Darling..?" a voice came tentatively from the entrance to the kitchen.
The blonde's hand strayed down to her weapon before she realized that it
was only the client's wife.
	"Yes, dear?" The man asked turning to face the new woman. 
	A tall slender blonde woman in her mid-thirties walked into the
darkened kitchen, holding a blonde three year old in her arms. The
woman's hair was tied off into two pigtails, topped by a pair of buns.
It had to be admitted it looked slightly odd, but she carried it with
grace and poise.
	The child was reaching her arms out quietly to the man, obviously
asking for an embrace, "Little Bunny wouldn't go to sleep without a hug
from her daddy." His wife replied.
	The man's face softened for a brief instant as he stood up and took the
child into his arms. He gave his wife a peck on the cheek. The little
girl quietly hugged the man's neck fiercely before consenting to be
passed back to he mother.
	He smiled wistfully as his wife carried his daughter out of the
kitchen.
	The blonde touched a finger to her ear as if listening to something.
Here eyes widened mildly in surprise. "Dr. Chiba... you can forget about
the million each." The blonde said cautiously after a moment.
	"I beg your pardon?" the man asked, whirling to face the blonde.
	"Well... my partners and I... we're sentimental about this sort of
thing... The girls consulted among themselves and they say I can't
charge you money for it. Give us the armor, and we'll take good care of
you and your family. Free of charge."
	"I... I must say, that's quite unexpected." The surprised man replied, 
	"Well, don't tell anyone though," the blonde grinned, "The Knight
Sabers have a reputation to protect..."

	The dream faded slowly as light began to filter into the richly
appointed penthouse. A fit and slender man in his fifties stretched
quietly as he stepped out of bed. His hair, once black, was now shot
through with gray streaks. His face lined subtly by years of worry and
regret. More years than he cared to remember. Now... no wife... no
daughter... who would've believed that she would abandon him like that?
	That was fifteen years ago... even now he couldn't believe how naive
he'd been. To have not given the designs for his nanotechnology
immediately to New Moon Enterprises, had managed to actually delay the
spread of his technology considerably. But now... his research from way
back when had paid off... materials could be manufactured easily and for
a fraction of the cost, cheap labor was now available in quantities
unheard of. His Neuma, nanotechnological and biological constructs which
could simulate the form and functions of humans without the attendant
weaknesses. 
	He smiled to himself. He generally did when he thought about what he'd
done. Neuma. A mild pun on the phrases 'New Man' and the Latin word,
'pneumas'. Which meant breath... the breath of life that he'd created.
Admittedly, there seemed to be imperfections in their designs... but
even those had been accounted for. Everything was going according to
plan. Everything.
	He looked out the huge picture window to admire the view. The entire
skyline of Mega-Tokyo even in the red dawn light was dominated by New
Moon Tower. A huge crystaline construct, two miles high, and covering
nearly two square miles worth of real estate. Made possible through him.
His smile broadened. 
	On the bed, a woman stirred softly, "Mamoru? Are you awake already?"
She was an attractive red-head in her mid thirties, with pale, pale skin
and sharp features. She wore a slightly sleepy smile, and obviously
little else.
	The man, Mamoru Chiba faced the woman with a smile still on his lips,
"You know I like to get an early start on the day Regina."
	The woman slowly maneuvered herself to sit up in the bed, yawning and
stretching as she did so. Chiba watched appreciatively. 
	"But you're Director of Operations of New Moon Enterprises, surely you
deserve to stay in bed a little more... after all," she grinned
wickedly, "Didn't I tire you out enough last night?"
	Mamoru laughed, "Is this a direct order from New Moon's Chairman of the
Board?"
	The woman nodded lazily, "Yes. Get back in bed, Chiba. Before I have
security haul you in here."
	"Ms. Beryl, you drive a hard bargain," Mamoru replied as he slipped
under the sheets again.

End Prelude.