The Senshi could only stare in shock.
They had been spending the better part of half an hour fighting this current threat to humanity. Sadly, it fought like a youma on speed, with the brains of a Black Moon droid.
And then out of nowhere, a tall man with long black hair done in a pigtail, wearing a long black trench coat simply walked up to it, pulled out a weird sword, and slashed the thing.
And unlike when the Senshi blew up pieces of it, it didn’t regenerate at near light speeds. In fact, it fell to the ground, slashed in half, its blood forming a pool.
The figure quickly lifted up his phone. “Yeah, I need a cleanup crew at my current location. We’ve got a dead Drax.”
“Um ... excuse me,” said Sailor Moon. “Who are you?”
The guy slowly looked at her. “And bring Sakura with you; we have some girls that need to sign up.”
“Hey!” yelled Mars. “What does that mean?”
Putting away his phone, he faced them, lowering his shades to reveal blue eyes. “It means that Section 19 won’t tolerate the mindless antics of the Sailor Senshi anymore. You will either sign up and take training, or you will be billed for the damage you do.”
“We perform a public service,” argued Uranus.
“You took how long to kill this thing?” the man asked. “And look how much damage you did because you had minimum team tactics and no sense of overkill for a missed shot. I’ve seen some pretty pathetic teams who follow the whole ‘shoot till its dead’ motto, but you girls take the cake.”
“Why you,” growled Mars, raising her fist as her power swirled around it.
It quickly died out, as the man seemed to vanish, before appearing a split instant later, with his sword touching her neck, ready to be thrust through her larynx. “I would advise that you learn proper control.”
“What is Section 19?” asked Mercury.
The figure’s eyes didn’t move from the pale face of Mars as he replied. “It is a government office whose sole mission is to deal with threats outside the human knowledge. We deal with everything from demons to alien princesses to visitors from time and parallel dimensions.”
“And why haven’t we heard of them before?” asked Mercury, trying to keep everyone calm before Mars lost the ability to breathe.
“Before my arrival, they had little in the ways of weapons or Intel to fight such things.”
“And now they do?” asked Venus.
“Quite well,” said the man, lowering his sword away from the pale Senshi’s neck. “Though I do tend to love field work more than office work.”
They were interrupted once again when several vans pulled up; military personal exited them quickly, setting up a perimeter, while several people in isolation suits placed the remains of the creature into a body bag.
“And what will you do with that?” said Tuxedo Kamen.
“We have several methods of disposal available to us to ensure it doesn’t come back.”
“And how did you kill it when we couldn’t.”
The man turned towards Mercury again. “A Drax can only be killed by silver. Magic is about as effective against it as oxygen to a fire.”
“What about our weapons?” asked Saturn.
“Only silver and attacks that could leave a crater the size of New York. For the most part, magic is useless against them,” said the man, as a woman with long blue hair stepped up. “Now please direct any and all questions through Sakura here.”
“And why should we trust a government agency?” asked Mars, her inner fire slowly growing.
“Such an attitude does not befit you, Priestess,” said the man. “It more befits Uranus’s profession.”
They could only stare in shock as the man walked away, growing more so when Sakura handed them several forms.
That had happened because ... the forms had their real names on them.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” asked a female with long brown hair, waiting for him several blocks away.
“No matter what world we are in,” he said, smiling. “Are the kids okay?”
“Back at the new home,” she answered, standing up and walking with him down the street. “Wish we could have found another place though.”
He shrugged. “We all had to make sacrifices, especially when we came here.”
“Don’t you mean when we got stuck here,” she said. “We can’t jump anymore. This is the world we will spend eternity on.”
“Things couldn’t be helped,” he said. “At least this is close to what home looked like, assuming it was really us who left it and not some quantum doubles.”
“But still,” she said, “living next door to our own analogs.”
“Look at it this way,” he said. “It keeps things interesting. I can’t wait to see what my younger analog will do if and when he meets us.”
“Stuff it, Saotome,” said the girl.
“Not till the kids go to bed, ‘Biki,” he said with a smile.
“Come on Ranma!” yelled Akane from outside the main gate. “We can’t be late for the first day of school!”
Nabiki smiled beside her, wondering how long it would take anyone to realize she had set all the clocks in the house ahead half an hour.
“Would you give it a rest,” growled Ranma. “I don’t think they heard you at the Palace.”
“What was that?” yelled out Akane.
Ranma was about to respond, when he caught sight of several other kids, some of whom looked to be getting ready to go to school as well.
What really caught his attention was that one who looked his age resembled his girl form, while a chibi-version of him with brown eyes was holding her hand.
“Will this school be fun big sister?” he asked.
“Of course,” said the older Ranko look-alike. “Mom and Dad said so, and they wouldn’t lie.”
“She said that like she believed it,” mumbled a slightly younger boy with black hair, reading a book.
The group stopped before those leaving the Tendo Dojo, both staring at each other, with Ranma’s eyes twitching.
Somehow, he was certain this had to be the panda’s fault.
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