Casey LEGENDS: PROLOUGE: PART 1 The Great Plain Of Reality. A place where all dimensional roads cross and intermingle. A Plain so vast that the beings assigned to watch and protect it were forced at the dawn of time to split it into ten sections. Nine of these sections were given to the Guardians, beings of emense power whose job it was to make sure everything was smooth in the great 'quilt of reality'. In the center of the nine sections, or 'quadraints' as they had become to be known, was the High Plain. This was where the Cosmic beings had originated from, and this Quadraint had a ruler as well, the High Guardian known only as Myst. Myst was the equlivelent to a foreman in a factory, and one day this foreman decided to call one of his 'workers' into his 'office'. A young looking pale man in a black three-piece suit with hair to amtch entered a small, cubicle looking office, at the head of which there was a desk with a being in grey sitting behind it. The office was an illusion of course; nothing was real on the Great Plain of Reality. Reality itself was something that these ten beings molded and toyed with at their leisure, so for them, nothing was true and real for those who were beyond reality. Even their forms were their own choosing; Myst was a being covered with a grey cloak. His face was hidden by a grey hood that seemed to be filled with nothing more than a void. All in all, he seemed pretty spooky. "Welcome Simon, have a seat. Now Simon, I've called you into my office for a very special reason. I have been reviewing the status of your quadraint, and I am wondering why you haven't interviend yet." Simon sat back and took this all in with a smile. He had noticed the subtile signs of an upcoming rift in his Plain, but had paid it no heed yet. After all, his servants had been able to handle the others just fine on their own. "Well boss, I was just leaving it up to my agents in the field, so to speak. They've never failed me before." Myst nodded and motioned for Simon not to talk anymore. "Simon, I've taken the liberty of glancing into the future, would you care to see it?" That last comment caught Simon's attention. It had been ordained law eons ago that as the nine Guardians were allowed to travel into countless parallel worlds, they were never allowed to exercise their powers over time. That privilage was reserved for Myst alone, as he was the only one with the disapline to keep his powers in check. Myst gestured, and the office melted away. In its place formed a field of wheat streching as far as the eye could see in eery direction. In the center of the endless wheat stood a door. Slowly, the wheat started to sway in the wind. At first it was a picture of a nice summer day, but then the wind picked up and started to tear through the wheat at a phenominal pace. Soon, a twister appeared in the middle of the field, destroying the wheat and tearing it to shreds. The twister grew to a titanic size, the once-blue sky now black and oily. Finally all that was left were the two men, the twister, the door, and an endless expanse of torn-up dirt. Simon nodded in understanding at what he had seen, Myst silently looked on. With a gesture, the image vanished and the office returned. Myst and Simon took their seats and continued on. "Well Simon, I belive that you have your work cut out for you. Now the only question is how do you handle this?" Simon simply smiled. "Don't worry, no matter how bad this may seem, I am confident that I can handle this on my own. By the way, how long do I have?" Myst checked a desk calander. "I would say about a week, give or take a day. Sucseed, and you will get that holiday you keep applying for. Fail, and one-ninth of total reality will be destroyed, mabye more." Simon nodded and left, not bothering to excuse himself from Myst's presence. In an instant, Simon found himself in his wheat field. It was always so calm there; the wind never rustled the stalks, the sun always shone in a pure blue sky. Near Simon, a single stalk swayed slightly in the wind. Simon shuddered and stepped through the out-of-place door that stood among the endless wheat. *********************************************************************************************************************** Yosho was enjoying another typical day. As no one was paying a visit to the Shrine office and Tenchi didn't have practice, Yosho was engaged in a deep and peaceful medatation. His tea was warm and soothing, and the gentle breeze floating through the Shrine door felt good against his 'aged skin'. As he sipped his tea, he happened to catch a glance at the reflection in his cup. It was Tsunami. "And what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Yosho asked without skipping a beat. Tsunami simply pointed toward the far row of books in the corner on a dusty shelf Yosho hadn't even glanced at for several months. Sitting there was an acient book that Yosho was sure he had never seen before. "Hmm, a present?" Yosho strolled over to the previously unoticed volume and read the cover. It was printed in an acient version of the royal Jurian high speech. Yosho immedately picked up the book and started reading, intriuged at the new finding and wondering why this book was importiant enough for Tsunami to drop here. As Yosho read, he forgot about his tea and the time for that matter. He read late into the evening and did not return to the house until 11 that night. As he walked in the door, Washu was there waiting for him. "She visited you too?" She asked in a tone that sugested these events seemed like elements in an experiment rather than situations in life. Of course, with Washu, life itself was on continuous expierement. Yosho nodded and handed the book over to her. She took one glance and said, "I've read this before. I found it when I was cleaning out my files concerning Juraian legends. If Tsunami thought it was importiant enough to bring to our attention, the something has to be up." Excerpts from the Jurian Cronicles, volume 124 Compiled by court historian Nabuki Emperor Jurai Kodansha was born in the Royal year 137. He was the only son and first crown prince to the throne in over three thousand years. His father, Jurai Shirow had ruled the Jurain empire with a lax and easily brushed aside hand, to the point that the royal council made most of the chief decisions concerning the royal empire. His death occoured in the Royal year 161, forcing Kodansha into the position of Emperor at the age of 24. Kodansha, unlike his father, had taken a special intrest in the politics of the court at an early age. When his father died, Kodansha lept into the role of ruler of the galaxy. In a matter of months he was able to regain the people's faith in a strong, Jurian controlled government and in the Royal year 165, he sucessfully disolved the royal council and assumed complete control of the political duties of the court. As the years passed, Kodansha expanded the Jurian empire by tweleve planets; a record for one administration. The Galaxy Police, an orginazation that had previously worked independant of any royal interference, now welcomed the introduction of Jurian battleships to the GP fleet. More and more, the Jurian empire was establishing itself as a firm pedistol for the universe to safely be set upon. In the Royal year 322, the citizens of the Jurian empire grew concerned about the Emperor's bachlorhood. Many began to fear that he would die without producing a sucessor to the throne, and therefore throw the kingdom into chaos. To satisfy the concerns of his subjects, Kodansha took his first cousin, the Jurain dutchess Jurai Matoko, as his consort. Lady Makoto produced three children; Azua and Masaki. Azua was named the First Crowned Prince of Jurai, and showed the same intrest in politics that his father possesed. Masaki was more concerned with traditions and social matters than anything else. Both were obsessed with their own respective areas of court and studied their areas with an obsession. It was everything a Jurian Emperor could ask for in two kids. Lady Matoko produced a third child, but not by Kodansha. As Kodansha had been heavily involved with off-world political matters, mainly sealing the courts alliance with the one time rival GP. One one of his many leaves, Kodansha had parted on bitter terms with Lady Matoko over an outburst she had made in court. Even though Lady Matoko knew that Kodansha had spoken in haste, she still felt slightly betrayed and hurt, viewing her husband's dealings with the GP as an excuse to escape their crumbling marrige. As a release, Lady Matoko took an ambassador from the Terran system to her chambers for one night. That one night of release left Lady Matoko with a daughter. When confronted with his wife's guilt-induced confession, Kodansha forgave her and attempted to re-construct their relationship. As punishment for the seduction of a Jurian noble however, the Terran ambassador was slain and the Terran system was declared off-limits to all under Jurian rule. Kodansha claimed the daughter as his own and announced the birth to an overjoyed court. Lady Matoko promised that the secret of her betrayl would never go beyond their knowing, and the child would be declared the Second Crown Princess of Jurai. Because of the peace and new-found love that she had brought the Emperor and his wife, Lady Matoko named her bastard daughter Serenity. Lady Matoko kept one record of the events forementioned in her diary, which she wrote in till the day she died. In the Royal year 1256, Emperor Kodansha and Lady Matoko died abord the Jurian battle crusier Yamoto. The cause was a hull breach during a temperal flux, causing the ship to atomize as it passed through an ionic storm. Azua, now of age, assumed the throne with the Lady Masaki at his side. Lady Serenity became Chief Supervisor of the Royal Armada, as she had taken a special intrest in tactics and commanding since she was a child. *********************************************************************************************************************** Raye was in deep medatation when the fire before her suddenly roared to life. Suprised by such a strong reaction, she probed, pushing the fire with every ounce of her phsyce. Finally, an image appeared amongst the flames. A pale man with short black hair dressed in a black Armani stood before her, his eyes seemed to be drilling into her own. As Raye tried to break the link, the man reached out with his mind, grasping the link Raye had forged and forcing her to remain. A battle of wills ensued, and while Raye's will was tempered with years of training and medatation, her opponent's will was infinetly more powerful. As the intensity of the link increased to a near unbearable level, Raye screamed in pain and anguish. Finally, the man let her mind go, but not before showing her an image. The image of a tornado consuming a field. A tornado that consumed all. ************************************************************************************************************************ For months, I've wondered why there were no Tenchi Muyo/Sailor Moon crossovers. Wether it was because the idea seems too far fetched or mabye some Tenchi fans can't visualize the possibility. I don't know, and frankly I don't care, 'cause I'm the one that's doing it. This story is going to take awhile, ahd I don't have a spell checker so welcome to typo-demon hell. I promise that in chapter one there will be a greater involvement with the Senshi and the other TM characters. For now, I had to get all the boring crap out of the way. I'm still new at this whole Fan Fic thing so don't be too harsh on me. Washu, Yosho, Masaki, Azua, Tsunami, Jurai, and everything Tenchi belongs to AIC and Pioneer. Raye and the Senshi belong to that company in Japan and (shudder) DiC. Simon, Myst, the Great Plain of Reality and every other corny thing you read in here is MINE. All C&C should go to BGlanders@aol.com