Adam Allgood
pianodrums@aol.com

I have noticed that other authors post disclaimers before their
stories.  Here's one.
Sailor Moon, and all related characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi and
Kodansha, Bandai, Dic, etc.  Star Trek, created by Gene Roddenberry, and all
of it's related characters belong to Paramount Pictures.  Any other
characters were created by me.


 Star Trek: 
Sailor Moon

Mutual Dilemma 



Chapter 9
        Finally, after hours of waiting, the all-clear was given.  Devon
walked through the streets of downtown Tokyo with alacrity.  He was anxious
to get home.  The streets were unusually quiet because most everybody was
inside.  His home was located several blocks from Grass Valley.  The walk
should only last for about twenty minutes.  He continued to wonder about
the strange fireworks display.  What was going on in this city?  Osaka was
never this strange!  He crossed a street and entered an alley that would
take him on a shortcut to his house.  On most days, the alley would be full
of people and parked cars, but today, it was completely deserted.  This
filled Devon with a premonition of danger.  It was too quiet.  He was all
alone.  Suddenly, a wave of fear hit him, and he broke into a sprint.  He
crossed a corner and stopped.  What am I doing?  He thought.  What am I
running away from?  It's nothing; literally.  What is there to be afraid
of?  He forced himself to walk like a man.  Suddenly, there was a reason
for him to be afraid.  A cry of anger filled the air.  It was a female
voice.  Then there was a crash.  A roar filled the air like a thunderstorm,
but it was sunny out.  Devon began to panic.  He wanted to run away, but
something kept him rooted to the spot.  He moved forward towards the source
of the noises.  Perhaps there was a car accident and someone needs help.
He came to a fork, where the alleyway intersected a sidewalk that led
between two incredibly tall buildings.  He slowly rounded the corner.
Instantly, something crashed into him.  He was hit with a surge of
adrenaline so powerful, that he was engulfed by a painful convulsion.  He
cried out and collapsed to the ground.  Whatever had hit him fell on top of
him.  He couldn't move or see, or even think straight, so he just lay under
the heavy weight, without moving.  Gradually, his senses returned.  He
noticed that the weight on him was warm and soft.  It felt like human skin.
He soon discerned two legs, a torso, and hair.  Someone was lying on top of
him.
        "Hey!"  Hands tingling in fear, he tried to push the person off.
He realized that it was a female.  She shook her head, and suddenly opened
her eyes.  Gasping, she raised herself so she was sitting astride him, and
then stood.
        "I'm so sorry!"  She cried.  Devon couldn't stand.  His trembling
limbs refused to support him.
        "Are you all right?"  The concern in her voice told Devon that she
was not hostile.  He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself.
        "Y-Y-Yes...I-I... Think that...I-I'll be...a-all...ri-ight."  Devon
slowly rolled over onto his stomach.  He felt quite dizzy.  He slowly
opened his eyes while continuing to breathe deeply.  The woman stood over
him.  Actually, she was not a woman.  She appeared to be a teenager of his
age.  She was wearing what appeared to be a suit with a very short skirt.
Her hair was a beautiful blonde, and it was thick, flowing down to her
waist.  Her eyes were a deep blue, and they registered concern.  Her small
mouth was open slightly.
        "Here, let me help you up."  The girl held her hand to him.  It was
encased in a white glove.  Devon reached out for the hand without thinking.
He was still trembling, but his mind began to relax from the shock.  He
studied the girl as she helped him to a sitting position.  She was the
prettiest girl he had ever seen in his lifetime.  He cursed himself
slightly for his embarrassing show of fear.
        "Where do you live?"  The girl was regarding Devon with her
mesmerizing blue eyes.  He afforded a weak smile.
        "Nineteen o' one street, where it intersects that avenue."  Devon
pointed to the street on his right.




        Sailor Venus frowned.  This poor boy that she had hurt needed to
walk several blocks through an area that may be filled in a few minutes
with the diabolical Borg.  She helped him to his feet.  He looked quite
unsteady, as if he was going to faint.  She weighed her options.  She could
bring him with her, but he might be hurt or killed by the Borg.  She could
leave him here, but that would bring him the same fate.
        "Ex-excuse me, may I ask you your name?"  This kid was really
polite, especially after being struck down and possibly injured.
        "My name is Sailor Venus.  You may have heard of me."  At this, the
boy's eyes widened.
        "Sailor Venus?  I thought that you and the other 'scouts' were
mascots of this city!"
        "What?"
        "Oh, I am sorry if I insulted you!"  He seemed bent on not
offending her.
        "Oh, no no no!  That didn't insult me at all!  What is your name?"
        "I'm Devon."  Devon smiled at her warmly, but he was still shaking
slightly from his rush.
        "Well, Devon.  It is really nice to meet you.  However, I do wish
the times were better."  Sailor Venus decided on a plan for him.
        "Huh, why do you say that?"  Devon's face registered concern at the
detected fear in her face.
        "This whole area is not safe, Devon.  I don't have time to explain,
but we are about to be attacked.  I'm taking you with me!"
        "What?"  Devon was incredulous.  That was a very outlandish story!
However, recent events sobered him.  There were those strange explosions in
the sky, for starters.  And after all, this was Sailor Venus, the alleged
crime fighter.  Devon decided to submit.
        "All right, but where will we go?"
        "I'm taking you to my place."  Sailor Venus's alter ego, Mina,
lived just across the alley.  Sailor Venus decided to take Devon there,
where they would wait this out.  Her parents were away on one of their
frequent business trips, so this probably wouldn't cause too much of a
problem.  There was a good chance that she would need to leave and go off
to battle, however, and she hoped that she wasn't bringing a thief into her
house.  A thief, or worse.  Venus pulled on Devons arm, and they started
away at a jog.
        "You are not a thief or anything, are you?"  Venus asked.
        "What?  Of course not!"  Devon was slightly insulted at the
question, but he understood it.  Venus, sensing the hurt in his voice,
decided to gamble on his being innocent of crime.  One couldn't be too
sure, however.
        "I may have to leave...to do battle with the invaders."
        "Oh, of course you do!"  Devon's voice held a faint touch of
sarcasm.
        "Yes, I do, really!"  Venus laughed.  Her story was outlandish.
Devon's footfalls started out erratic, but gradually grew stronger and more
rhythmical as they crossed the narrow street.  They approached a complex of
townhouses that were located on the other side of the street from the huge,
empty office buildings.  The homes were luxurious, especially for inside a
city.  Venus led Devon to a front porch that led into a house.
        "Your house?"  Devon asked, admiring it.
        "Uh, huh."  Venus pulled him inside, and slammed the door behind
him.  It was nearly pitch black inside.  Devon experienced a wave of
excitement.  He was never inside a girl's house alone before, and he was
with one of the prettiest girls he had ever met.  She flipped on the light
switch, revealing a raised entry with tile floor.  It was a western style
house, no traditional wooden floor.  Pictures on the wall revealed a
smiling, winking girl, with large blue eyes, and long, long beautiful
straight blonde hair.  Instead of her current outfit, a workout type tunic
fastened with a large golden brooch, and a very short skirt; the girl in
the picture sported a longer blue skirt, and traditional school uniforms.
My gosh!  Devon thought.  That is a Grass Valley uniform!  He looked at his
companion again, and realized that they were the same people.
        "Is that you in civilian garb?"  Devon asked, pointing to the
photograph.
        "Yes, that is me in my normal form.  My name is Mina."  She didn't
feel that she needed to keep her identity a secret; after all, he already
knew where she lived, and he was in her power should he try to harm her.
"Come on, follow me!"  Venus pulled Devon towards a staircase farther
inside the house.  Devon dropped to remove his shoes.
        "Don't worry about that, Devon."  Devon abandoned his laces and
stood, following the pretty girl up the stairs.  They entered a long
hallway that sported closed doors on each side.  She moved to a door on the
right that was adorned with posters and drawings; her bedroom no doubt.
Devon's excitement intensified as the girl led him inside.  Sailor Venus
entered the room first, and flipped open the light switch.  Instantly, a
white cat that was sitting on the bed jumped down.
        "What took you so..."  The cat noticed Devon, and its eyes widened
in fright.  Devon himself was no better off.  His eyes widened, his mouth
dropped, and he began to mutter incoherent phrases.  He shuddered and began
to back away.  Sailor Venus reached out and snared Devon in her hand.  She
pulled him back inside her room.  She then reached out with her other hand,
and snared the retreating cat with it.  She held them so they were face to
face with each other.
        "Artemis, I would like you to meet Devon.  Devon, this is Artemis!"
Devon said nothing, but began to tremble again.  The cat meowed loudly.
        "Here, sit down."  Venus pointed to the foot of her bed, and Devon
moved to it.  She sat beside him and whispered:  "What's wrong?  Are you
allergic to cats or something?"
        "T-That cat......it...it talks!"  Devon stared at the animal in
wide eyed fright.
        "What?  Oh no!  You must have been hearing things!  Artemis here
sometimes likes to chatter, but it isn't really words!"
        "N-no!  He was really t-talking!  He said 'W-what took you so...'"
        "He did?"  Venus faked surprise.
        "Yes."
        "Well, I guess I can't lie to you then.  Devon, Artemis talks
because he is one of the guardians of the Sailors."
        "O-o-oh."
        "Well, anyway..."  Sailor Venus was cut off by the sound of an
explosion in the distance.  The trio ran to the bedroom window and looked
out.  They saw a plume of smoke rising up from a building far away.
Suddenly, a ball of light raced down from the sky, and impacted another
building.  Three seconds later, there was another crash.  Sound is slow!
        "The Borg!"  Sailor Venus whirled around just as something in her
tunic started to bleat.  She pulled it out, revealing a small computer type
instrument.  It looked like a cellular phone, but there was a television
screen on it.  Emblazoned on the back was the astronomical sign of Venus.
The pretty girl punched a few buttons on the device, and another girl
appeared on the screen.  This girl had short blue hair.
        "Sailor Venus, we need you!  Where have you been?"  Accompanying
the new girl's voice was the sound of shouting and screaming mixed in with
the wail of emergency vehicles.  Out the window, the sound of other sirens
became noticeable.
        "All right, I'm on my way!"  Venus closed the device, and turned
towards Devon.  "Devon, I need to go help the others.  You need to stay
here to be safe.  Stay in my room, and I'll come back for you when it is
all over."  She thought:  I may not come back!  You may be greeted by a
platoon of Borg soldiers, or a firebomb!  I hope you are safe here.
        Devon looked saddened and afraid.  "Okay, when will you return?"
        "I'm not too sure.  There's food in my drawers!  I've gotta go!
See you later!"  Without missing a beat, Sailor Venus and her talking cat
leapt out of the second floor window and onto the street below.  They ran
off into the distance.  Devon looked after them in apprehension.




        The Borg advanced their sphere towards the planet Earth.  They
decided to begin the assimilation of Earth with the city called Tokyo.
This is where the five scouts, and the host of Roshalon were found.  They
fired three energy weapons toward the geometric center of the populated
area.  Hopefully, that would compromise any organized planetary resistance;
and prevent the needless waste of units.  To conquer billions of people,
the Borg needed units, and there were only several thousand aboard.  The
Enterprise disappeared into the troposphere somewhere over the Philippine
Islands, so they would have to be dealt with.  The unit Roshalon was to
lead the first excursion to the surface.  Once the majority of the soldiers
were on the surface, the defense of the sphere would become less of a
priority.  The Borg would transfer the Collective to the surface.  They
proceeded.




        Sailor Venus and Artemis raced along the roofs of buildings toward
the two smoking piles of debris that were once buildings.  Below them, the
originally quiet and anticipating streets now held the action of a reacting
public.  Emergency vehicles raced by on the way to assist the injured.
People poured out of their buildings and into the walkways; some screaming
in fear, others to afraid to speak.  Police were soon diverted from the
scenes of the explosions, to control the massing crowds that could erupt
into panicked violence.  From the building-tops, these throngs looked
rather like a flood.  They rippled and changed form just like water.  They
also flowed in the direction of the blasts, like a river into the ocean.
        This melee filled Venus with a greater sense of urgency.  The Borg
could arrive at any time, and the state of panic would only worsen at the
sight of the aliens.  More people would die from being trampled than would
be taken by the enemy.  What if the Borg fired again?  Hundreds of people
would perish!  Venus increased her stride, and scooped Artemis into her
arms.  They leaped onto an adjacent building.  Traversing it in ten
seconds, they were preparing to leap to the next roof when they heard a cry
below them.
        "We're down here, Venus!"  Sailor Venus and Artemis looked down to
see Sailors Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, and Sailor Moon in the street below.
They were surrounded by rubble and overturned cars.  The shockwaves from
the blast must have traveled out that far.  Venus clutched Artemis to her
chest, and leaped off the high rise.  Landing on the walk below, she joined
the other Sailors.
        "What took you so long?"  Asked Luna.
        "I'm sorry," Venus said.  "I crashed into somebody after the
beamdown.  He almost lost consciousness.  I had to move him away from the
danger."
        "How're we going to handle these crowds?"  Exclaimed Mars, looking
around.  The scouts were clearing a path through the debris for the
emergency vehicles, but now the streets were clogged with frightened
people.
        "Let's call the Enterprise and request backup!"  Suggested Sailor
Mercury.  The others nodded in affirmation.  Mercury pulled a small golden
Starfleet communicator off of her tunic.  Communicators were issued to all
of the scouts.
        "Sailor Mercury to the Starship Enterprise, please come in!"  The
blue haired scout listened for a response.
        "Enterprise here."  came the reply, the deep bass voice of Worf.
        "There are problems in Tokyo, Enterprise.  Several weapons have
detonated, and there are buildings down.  The civilians are panicking in
the street.  They are going to be caught in the fight!"
        "Understood!  A shuttle-craft will be dispatched to make fly by
announcements.  We will also beam in several platoons of officers to escort
the civilians to safety.  Right now, we are still trying to convince the
Earth governments that we are not hostile."
        "Thank you.  Mercury out!"  Mercury replaced the communicator on
her suit, and joined the others.  "They are sending help."
        "Good!"  Sailor Venus pointed down the street toward the area from
which she came.  "The crowds are really thick down there, too."  The five
girls began escorting men, women, and children back into their homes.  They
were issuing warnings to take cover, as well.  Their intent was not to
cause further consternation, but to prevent injury during the imminent
battle.  Suddenly, a black dot appeared in the sky.  The Sailors first
thought it to be another weapons discharge, but soon they realized that it
was a ship.
        "It's the shuttlecraft!"  Sailor Mercury exclaimed.  Sure enough, a
small, tear-drop shaped craft entered the sky above them.  It's bow sported
large, eye shaped, tinted viewports.  In the aft, there were two miniature
warp engines.  On the hull, was the triangle-circle symbol of Starfleet.
The craft emitted a soft, electronic hum.  It hovered over the street where
the Sailors stood.  Sailor Venus waved her arms into the air, trying to
catch their attention.  However, the craft did capture the attention of the
throng.  The Sailors heard screams of panic as civilians rushed to escape
the strange craft.  As if sensing the panic, the occupants in the shuttle
activated a loudspeaker, and began to speak.
        "Please do not panic.  We mean you no harm.  We were sent to assist
you in battling a common enemy."  The craft hovered there, as if expecting
a response.  "We ask you to please return to your buildings, and go to a
sheltered area."  It was as if nothing was said.  People who were trying to
make it back into their buildings were trampled by others rushing to their
cars.  Sailor Mercury shook her head and took out the communicator pin.
        "Sailor Mercury to the occupants of the shuttle.  Your efforts are
not successful.  We need to take stronger action."  Riker's familiar voice
filled the air.
        "We read you, Mercury.  How should we accomplish this?"
        "Why don't you beam them to safety?"
        "That would take time, and witnesses would panic even more."
        "How can it be any worse than it is now?"
        "You have a point.  A platoon will join you once we beam away the
first group."  The communicator's transmission ended.  Mercury put it back
onto her tunic, and turned toward the other scouts.
        "We need to find some way to keep these people from killing each
other."
        "Why don't you set up an ice shield, blocking their paths?"
Venus's suggestion brought nods from the other scouts.
        "The people would still be likely to hurt themselves."  Mercury
shook her head.
        "It's the best we can do.  The shuttlecraft will beam the more
violent people first."  Mars spoke with such an authoritative tone, that
the other scouts almost jumped immediately into action.  Jupiter stopped
them.
        "What do you think, Sailor Moon?"  she asked.
        "Well, I think I agree with Venus and Mars."  Sailor Moon shrugged.
        "For once!"  Mars quipped.  Sailor Moon shot her a dirty look.
        "Let's move!"  Venus shouted.  The scouts advanced towards the wild
crowd.  Mercury moved into a position where the people were between herself
and a building.  Venus and Jupiter waded into the throng, attempting to
calm people.  Mercury closed her eyes, and summoned her power.
        "Shine aqua, illusion!"  A wall of ice began to form, slowly boxing
in the people.  This provoked more screams as civilians realized what was
happening.  Several people dashed madly for the escape routes, but Mars
accosted them, and prevented their escape.
        "Why're you doing this to us?"  cried one of the panicked.  Sailor
Mars fixed him with a harsh, but unthreatening stare.
        "You need to get to shelter!  Since you won't listen, you force us
to do things the hard way!"  Sailor Mars pushed him gently back into the
crowd.  Meanwhile, Sailors Venus, Jupiter, and Moon were busy with others
in the mob.  Mercury's ice barrier assumed a parabolic shape, intercepting
the buildings on the block.  Immediately, a cluster of about twenty people
near the ice vanished in a sparkling blue haze.  This caused the others to
increase their violence.  They started to attack the Sailors.  One by one,
the scouts retreated, scaling the barrier.  Venus was the last one over.
Now, the people couldn't be seen, but they could be heard.  The hum of the
transporters sounded again and again as more and more people were
relocated.  Finally, the harsh screams and footfalls began to lessen as the
number of civilians dwindled.  At last, they were all off the street.
        "Fire soul!"  Mars collapsed Mercury's shield, which was no longer
necessary.  Suddenly, the blue haze of the transporter sounded again.  A
sea of black and mustard-color clad soldiers appeared.  Many of them
carried phaser rifles.  The leaders, dressed in red and black, stepped
forward.  They were Riker and Worf.
        "So glad to join you!"  Exclaimed Riker.  The street was deserted
except for them.  The shuttle remained over the street.  Suddenly, the
craft's loudspeaker sounded.
        "Warning!  Transport in progress!"  Green lights appeared all over
the block.  Each one solidified into a Borg soldier.  The creatures
materialized evenly throughout the area.  They were spaced evenly as well.
The only thing they lacked was motion.  Not one of them moved after
appearing.  Dozens of these enemies were present.
        "We need reinforcements, now!"  cried Riker into his communicator.
Sailor Mercury examined the Borgs' positioning.  They were evenly spaced,
except in one area.  There was a path that led from the Sailors and
Starfleet officers outward.  Mercury was unsure as to its purpose.  She
soon found out.  There was another flash of green light.  Two forms were
left in its wake.  There was a gasp from behind Mercury; Sailor Moon.
Mercury looked at the two forms.  They slowly walked forward, through the
path that the Borg left.  One of them was Roshalon.  The other was the most
unusual Borg that the scouts encountered.  It was female!  Whereas other
soldiers had machine parts rampant on their face, this female Borg did not.
Her eyes revealed emotion, something which none of the other Borgs' eyes
accomplished.  Her eyes held an expression of amusement; an amusement that
sent shivers down the scouts' spines.  Roshalon's expression was cold and
unfeeling; like all of the other Borg.  The two moving Borg stopped when
they reached twenty feet from the humans.  When they spoke, they spoke
together; with the same accents, the same gesticulations, and the same
words.
        "We are the Borg."  they said.  "You will end your hostilities at
this time.  Your life, as it has been, is over.  This city, Tokyo, is ours.
From this time forward, you will service us."  The female and Roshalon
stood together in silence.
        "Darien!"  It was Sailor Moon.  She rushed forward towards
Roshalon.  It was impossible for her to accept that her lover had forgotten
her, and was now fighting for the enemy.  Even though Tuxedo Mask was once
corrupted by the Negaverse, Serena didn't believe that it could occur a
second time.  Just let me touch him.  When he feels my fingers on his
cheek, he will remember.  Serena walked right up to Roshalon, and raised
her hand to touch his face.  He raised his mechanical appendage, and
grabbed Serena with his other hand.  He swung the metal around, and batted
her away.  She crashed to the ground a distance away, and rolled.  She saw
stars.  The impacts and the pain seemed to become surreal.  Suddenly, her
head came to rest on a hard surface that jutted up from the ground.
Focusing her eyes, she looked up into the impassive face of a Borg soldier.
Shrieking, she squirmed to move, but the pain kept her down on the ground.
        The other scouts witnessed this, and leaped into action.
        "Serena!"  they cried as they watched their leader crumple.
Instantly, as if someone had flipped on a light switch, Every Borg soldier
began to move.  Most of them made a beeline for the scouts and Starfleet
platoon.  Others began to head for the buildings on either side of the
street.  The Borg were on all sides, closing the gap.  The female Borg and
Roshalon stood motionless, watching their soldiers.  Roshalon spoke again;
this time alone.
        "The Sailors.  Humans enhanced with extraterrestrial abilities.
You will become one, with the Borg."  The scouts huddled together so that
each of their backs were touching.  Sailor Moon remained motionless on the
ground.  Surprisingly, the Borg ignored her.  There was no logical reason
for the Borg to completely ignore the leader of the Sailor Scouts.
        "Riker, William Thomas; human species.  You will become one, with
the Borg."  Riker and the platoon drew themselves together as well.  They
aimed their phasers at either Roshalon and the female, or some of the
nearing Borg soldiers.
        "Why do you resist us?  We only wish to improve the quality of life
for your species."  Roshalon's tone actually sounded less hostile.
However, nobody calmed at the Borgs' seemingly benevolence.
        "We don't want your 'improvements.' " growled Riker, pointing his
phaser at Roshalon.
        "Your minds are closed to the salubrious offerings of the
Collective."  Riker took a step forward.  The advancing soldiers were now
only fifteen feet away.
        "How do you know?  Did you ask that poor teenager you assimilated
if it was better for him?  Did he tell you that he was happy with what
you're doing?  Is that Tuxedo Mask speaking?"  Roshalon's face didn't
falter when he spoke.
        "Tuxedo Mask is irrelevant."