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Sailor Trek



Chapter 6 -  Cosmic Moon Power!

     "Captain's log, supplemental.  We've managed to recover the 

dilithium crystals with minimal casualties.  Unfortunately, the ship 

is now under attack and we are unable to use the warp engines."



     The red alert klaxon started blaring while Uhura's voice echoed 

through the ship, "Red alert!  All hands man your battle stations!  

This is not a drill. I say again, this is NOT a drill!"

     The Scouts followed Kirk and Spock as they sprinted for the 

turbolift.  "Bridge."  The doors closed, and they heard the distinctive 

hum of the turbolift in operation.  Kirk snapped the intercom.  "Kirk 

to bridge."

     "Sulu here, Captain."

     "Status report, Mr. Sulu."

     "The alien has closed to forty thousand kilometers, but it hasn't 

fired again," the helmsman began.

     "Probably trying to close the gap before it does so," Kirk 

speculated softly.  Spock nodded.  It seemed a logical conclusion.

     Sulu continued, "Warp drive is offline, but the impulse engines 

are at full power."

     "Very well, Sulu.  Maintain distance as best you can," Kirk 

ordered.  "Kirk out."  He glanced over at his science officer.  "What 

the hell is that thing?"

     "It's a spacecraft of sorts that appears to utilize some form of 

organic technology."  Kirk looked up in surprise.  The answer hadn't 

come from the Vulcan, but from Mercury instead.  Still, he really 

shouldn't have been all that surprised.  Reading from her palmtop 

she continued, "It's nearly four times the size of this ship and 

it's power levels are comparably higher to the earlier readings 

I took of the Enterprise."

     Spock nodded.  "That seems to be a reasonable analysis.  I take 

it you are accessing the sensors through the interface linkup?"

     "Yes.  It seemed reasonable to keep it going until this is all 

over."

     Kirk decided to let that go for now.  Of more immediate concern 

was the present tactical situation.  Which didn't look good for the 

Enterprise at the moment.  ""Can you make some estimate on it's 

firepower potential?"

     She frowned and hit several keys.  "Based on it's earlier firing 

on us, I'd say it's firepower is greater than the Enterprise's.  But 

I'm not detecting anything like your deflector shields."

     Kirk grimaced.  "Well, at least we have some advantages.  Let's 

hope it buys us enough time for Scotty to get the crystals back in."



     Beryl watched the ship in her crystal ball as it approached the 

Enterprise.  She cackled with obvious pleasure.  "Soon those wretched 

Sailor Scouts will be out of my way... forever!  And the Silver Crystal 

will be mine!"

     "Do you think it's wise to use the shadow vessel to attack the 

starship, my queen?" Malachite asked reluctantly.  "After so many 

centuries isolated, the youma controlling it may be insane and 

uncontrollable.  The Silver Crystal could be destroyed."

     She shook off his concerns.  "Nonsense, Malachite.  I have total 

control over it.  We'll batter down their defenses and then offer to 

let them go if they turn over the Silver Crystal to us.  They'll have 

no choice but to comply."

     "And the ship will destroy them after we have the Silver Crystal?"

     "Of course.  A simple, direct plan." She looked pointedly at 

Malachite.  "Much better than any you ever thought up."  Malachite 

glowered, but did not dare reply.



     The lift doors opened to the bridge.  Kirk practically leapt from 

the turbolift to his command chair.  Spock made his way to the science 

station, while the Scout gathered together in the rear of the bridge.  

"Report, Mr. Sulu."

     "The alien ship has closed to twenty thousand kilometers.  Shields 

are up, and we're proceeding at full impulse."  Sulu glanced into his 

viewer and shook his head.  "It's still closing."

     "Continue evasive maneuvers.  Phaser status?"

     "Phaser stand ready, sir," Chekov answered.  He faced the captain 

with a sorrowful expression, "but only at thirty three percent of 

maximum."

     'Wonderful,' thought Kirk.

     The shadowy ship fired an energy beam that swung around and struck 

the ship amidships.  The deck pitched under the force of the impact.  

Having been through this many times before, the crew were able to hold

themselves in place.  In the rear of the bridge, the Scouts tumbled 

over each other.  "Get off of me, Serena!" a low voice hissed.

     "It's not me!"

     "Shields holding, Captain, but weakening," Spock said over the 

commotion.  "Now at eighty percent."

     "Mr. Sulu, lock phasers on target," ordered Kirk.

     Sulu worked the phaser controls.  "Phasers locked."

     "Fire!"  The red energy beams lanced out from the ship, striking 

the enemy vessel.  It writhed as if in pain, but then came at the ship 

again.

     "Direct hit," reported Spock.  "Sensors detect no discernable 

damage to the alien.  It absorbed the phaser energy by dissipating it 

throughout itself."

     "Could it do the same with a photon torpedo blast?"

     "Unknown."

     Kirk tightened his jaw.  "Then let's find out.  Mr. Chekov, ready 

photon torpedoes, minimum possible spread."  The ship trembled again 

from another direct hit.

     Spock looked up from his viewer.  "Shields are down to forty 

seven percent.  They cannot handle another hit."

     "Torpedoes ready, Keptin," reported Chekov.

     Kirk took a deep breath.  "Fire!"

     The ship bucked slightly as three photon torpedoes discharged 

from the firing tubes.  Two hit the alien ship and the remaining one 

exploded on a proximity blast.

     "Got him!" exclaimed Chekov.  His glee was short lived however, 

for the alien emerged from the glare from the torpedo explosions 

apparently unharmed.

     "Minimal effect," Spock confirmed.  "It was able to absorb the photon 

energy as well.  It would seem that our weapons are only marginally 

effective against it, even if we had full power available."

     Kirk stabbed at the intercom.  "Scotty, I could use some good 

news about now."



     Scotty gave the communicator an exasperated look.  Why was it 

that he always had to rush his repairs?  "I've almost got them 

installed," he replied.  "I only need a few more minutes."

     "We don't have a few minutes!" Kirk exclaimed.  The ship rocked 

again, more violently than before.



     "Shields have failed,"  reported Spock.

     "I'm getting damage reports in from several decks," said Uhura.  

"Damage control teams are on the way."

     Kirk watched the alien ship turn to gather itself for another 

attack on the Enterprise.  Without the shields, this one would surely 

destroy the ship.  Then, inexplicably, it stopped, hovering a constant 

distance from the ship.  "What the hell?"

     "What's it doing?" Sailor Moon asked.  "Why's it just sitting 

there?"

     "Unknown," Spock replied.  He was obviously just as mystified as 

they were.

     Uhura touched her earpiece, listening intently to it.  "Captain, 

we're being hailed."

     "Hailed? By who?"

     "He identified himself as Malachite, sir."

     "What does he want?" Jupiter asked.

     "At a guess, I'd say this," Sailor Moon replied, hefting the 

Crescent Moon Wand.

     Kirk nodded.  "On screen." 

     The screen wavered, and the image of the Negaverse general 

appeared on the screen.  Luna hissed, and the scouts glared at him.  

"We meet again, Captain Kirk."

     Kirk saw no need to engage in pleasantries with him.  "Why have 

you attacked my ship, Malachite?"

     "You need to ask?  You invaded our kingdom and stole several 

objects from here."

     "We recovered that which was rightfully ours," Kirk snapped.

     "I'm not going to debate semantics, not when your precious 

dilithium is no longer an object of desire for us, Captain.  But the 

Silver Crystal is.  Turn it, and the Sailor Scouts over to me, and 

I'll spare your ship and crew."

     "Forget it, Malachite!" Sailor Moon exclaimed.  "You're not getting 

my Crystal!"

     "It's not your decision, Sailor brat," the Negaverse general 

sneered.

     "As if!"

     Kirk tried to look thoughtful.  "How do I know you'll keep your 

word?"  

     Sailor Moon's jaw dropped.  "What?!?"  The tone in her voice 

caused him to wince internally, but he force himself not to look back.  

He had to play out this bluff as far as he could if he was going to 

give Scotty enough time to work his usual brand of engineering magic.  

Behind him, the other Scouts looked uncertain, except for Mars.  She 

simply stared intently at him, eyes narrowed.

     The smugness on Malachite's face was unbelievable.  "You really 

have no choice, do you?  Your shields are gone, your ship defenseless 

and your pitiful weapons are no match for our ship!  Surrender the 

Scouts to me!  NOW!"

     Kirk put on his best poker face, trying to look reasonable.  

"Allow me a few minutes to consult with my senior officers."

     "You have sixty seconds, no more!"  The screen shimmered and 

went blank.



     The Scouts watched a grim faced Kirk move over and start talking 

with Spock.  "He's not going to give Malachite what he wants," Mars 

commented quietly. "He's just trying to buy time."  The others nodded, 

understanding now.

     Sailor Moon's face shifted from shock to realization.  "Oh, yeah.  

I knew that."  Mars bit back the automatic retort, but glared at her 

nevertheless.

     "Even if Mr. Scott manages to get the warp engines back online, 

the Enterprise won't last long against that ship with the shields 

down," Mercury observed.

     "There's got to be something we can do!" Jupiter said.

     "There is," Artemis answered her, "I've got an idea."

     "Better late than clever."

     "Just listen..."



     Kirk moved back to his command chair.  Behind him he could hear 

Luna and Artemis talking hurriedly to the Scouts, but he didn't have 

the time to find out what they were saying.  He activated the intercom 

to engineering again.  "Scotty, now would be a good time to tell me 

you're finished."

     "Very nearly, sir!  I only need another minute or two!"

     Kirk nodded.  This was going to be another close call.  Perhaps 

too close this time.  "Lock phasers and stand by torpedoes, 

simultaneous barrage," he ordered quietly.  The helmsman and navigator 

acknowledged the order just as quietly.

     Uhura winced.  "Malachite is demanding to speak to you, Captain.  

Rather loudly."

     Kirk grimaced.  Why did the bad guys always have to be so 

punctual?  "Very well, Lieutenant.  Open channel."

     Malachite's image reappeared on the screen.  "Well, captain?  

Your time is up.  What's your answer?"

     "My answer?"  Kirk saw no reason to continue the bluff.  It was 

all or nothing now.  Either Scotty would be finished in time or he 

wouldn't.  "You've attacked this ship without reason or provocation.  

You and your agents have boarded my ship; have assaulted and killed 

members of my crew.  And you have the unmitigated gall to demand that 

I turn these girls over to you?"  He stood up and took a step towards 

the screen.  "My reply is this: Go to hell!"

     "You'll regret this, Kirk!" Malachite snarled, and the screen 

flickered to show the black ship again. 

     "Stand by to --"

     "It's firing!" Spock interrupted.  Kirk watched the energy beam 

that would surely destroy the ship slue ever closer.  It had been a 

close race, but there was nothing more he could do.

     "Now!" Artemis yelled.  The Scouts nodded, and raised their 

transformation pens.

     The Starfleet personnel stared at the Scouts, wondering what 

they were doing.

     "VENUS POWER!" An orange globe of energy formed over her head.

     "MERCURY POWER!"  A blue globe formed, and joined the orange 

one.

     "MARS POWER!"  Another energy globe, this one red, formed.

     "JUPITER POWER!"  Her's was a green globe.

     The four energy globes united above them and expanded outward, 

forming a spherical barrier around the ship.  The energy beam came 

into contact with it, but was completely deflected.  The only evidence 

that those inside had that the ship had been hit was that the deck 

shuddered slightly, but this was barely noticeable.  Frustrated, the 

alien struck again, but the energy beam was deflected once more by 

the Scout's barrier.  The ship trembled only slightly at the second 

impact as well; while inside the Scouts grimaced at the strain of 

maintaining the force field.

     "They are generating an energy field of unknown type that is 

surrounding the ship," said Spock.  "It is shielding us from the 

alien's attacks, much like a deflector shield would.  More efficiently, 

in fact."  He stood up and looked at the Scouts.  "Fascinating..."

     "I didn't know they could do that," Kirk said, astounded yet again 

by their abilities.  "Still, we have to figure out a way to destroy 

that thing."

     "We have a plan, Captain," Luna told him.  "Now, Sailor Moon," 

she urged.  "Use..."

     "I'm on it, Luna.  That thing is moon dust!"  Sailor Moon raised 

the Moon Wand above her head, the Silver Crystal glowing with power.  

"COSMIC MOON POWER!"

     The Silver Crystal flared and sent out a bright beam of energy 

that amazingly passed right through the roof of the bridge without 

damaging it.   It surged onward, striking the alien craft.  It moved 

about frantically, trying to escape the energy blast, but was held in 

place like a fly in a spider's web.

     Spock bent over the sensor hood, analyzing the state of the 

shadow vessel.  "The crystal's power is destabilizing the alien ship's 

organic matrix, but at a very slow rate.  It's attempting to adapt to 

the crystal beam and dissipate it."

     Kirk glanced over at Sailor Moon.  "Is what she's doing 

sufficient to destroy the alien, Spock?"

     "Possibly.  However, at this point the outcome is uncertain."

     "Can she put more power into it?" Kirk asked the cats.

     "Sailor Moon could use more power from the crystal, but it's 

dangerous.  If she uses it's full potential, it will draw upon her 

life force and then..."  Luna's voice trailed off.

     "I can do it, Luna..." she said in a strained voice.

     "No, Sailor Moon!  You'll be killed!"

     "That's not an option," Kirk said firmly.  Too many had already died 

on this mission.  He wasn't about to ask a teenager to sacrifice herself 

for his ship.  There had to be an alternative.  "I..."

     The intercom whistled, interrupting him.  "Scott to bridge.  

Dilithium crystals are reinstalled.  Warp power is online."

     Kirk smiled.  "Scotty, you're timing's is perfect!  Divert warp 

power to weapons.  Mr. Sulu... set phasers to maximum and lock onto 

target.  It's time to show these beings from the Negaverse what a 

starship can really do."

     Sulu quickly readjusted the controls.  "Phasers at full power."

     "Torpedoes ready," Chekov added, his voice eager.

     "The Sailor Scouts have helped us many times so far.  Now it's 

time to return the favor," Kirk stated.  "Open fire, all weapons!"

     The phaser beams lanced out at the Negaverse ship again, this 

time much brighter than before.  At the same time a barrage of photon 

torpedoes were launched, all of which found their mark.  The ship 

writhed and twisted, almost seeming to scream in pain.  Two of it's 

spines had been sheared off by the torpedo impacts, a blackish 

substance oozing outward from the wounds.

     "Multiple direct hits," reported Spock.  "It's defenses have been 

significantly damaged.  It was unable to compensate for the combination 

of our weapons and the Silver Crystal's power."  The ship rocked again 

as the shadow vessel unleashed another energy beam at them.  "Though 

it is apparently still capable of resistance."  The ship continued to 

shake as the shadow ship sent a continuous beam at the Enterprise in 

a desperate attempt to breach the Scouts' barrier.

     "Sulu, maintain phaser fire."  Kirk risked a quick glance at the 

Sailor Scouts.  They were maintaining the shield around the ship, 

while Sailor Moon was still directing the energy beam at the shadow 

vessel; but was apparent to him that the strain of this was beginning 

to tell on all of them.  Who knew how much longer they could keep it 

up?  "It's time to end this.  Mr. Chekov, prepare another volley of 

photon torpedoes; target the same spot as the phasers."  After the 

navigator nodded that the torpedoes were ready, "Fire!"  The torpedoes 

struck again in conjunction with the phasers, this time breaching the 

skin of the organic spacecraft.  A mental command from Sailor Moon 

sent the power of the crystal flowing through the wound into the core 

of the ship.  Giving one last cry of despair the shadow began to 

crumple up, then exploded outward into a rapidly expanding ball of 

dust.

     "Got it!" Chekov exclaimed.

     "Dusted!" cried the Scouts.  They began giving each other high 

fives.

     As usual, Spock was characteristically more restrained.  "The 

alien ship has been destroyed, Captain.  I recommend that we cloak 

before Malachite can attack again."

     "Agreed, Mr. Spock.  Mr. Sulu, engage the cloaking device."



     Beryl screamed in frustration as the Enterprise faded from view.  

"No, it can't be!  I was so close!!"

     Malachite kept his face passive, but inwardly smirked.  'Much 

better than my plans, hmmmm?'



Next Time:  It seems like all said and done, doesn't it?  The crystals 

are recovered, the ship has been saved and safely hidden from view.  

Well, not quite...

    Be here for the epilogue: "Farewells"