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That she could not recall the events that had lead to her current memory losses with any accuracy was no great surprise...that she could recall the depth of despair, the pain and suffering...the uncertainty and unending desperation that had sent her rushing headlong towards death. What darkness held in her heart so strongly swayed her towards ending everything? Her life, her family's closeness...her friends and of course, her work for the Negaverse?

So much of what she'd been through...she couldn't recall - could it truly have been so deeply disturbing to her very soul? Perhaps. Pandora would never know - even Fayalite comrade of arms and friend of heart could not fill in the ragged gaps that dwelt within she known as Moonstone.

Dark hair was pulled up and wrapped around her head, held up with a thick towel-like wrap; Pandora slowly let her body sink deeper into the steaming water of the bath, eyes closing as the lavendar scent wafted skyward.

Faint, glimmering. A thunderclap, the smell of ozone sharp in her nose, her own chilling, soul-wrenching scream. The wont to die...the senshi that nearly granted her that wish - the small, fuzzy shadow-form telling the senshi to leave her alone. Leave her alive.

Pandora shook her head, water sloshing against the white sides of the tub. It was too much to think about - especially when she no longer had such estranged desires. Her purpose had been refound...so in a very real way, she owed that senshi a great debt! Once only the vauge (and unsettling) emotional shadowing remained to her, she'd found it much easier to refocus on her duties as a Negaverse agent: it gave her focus, clarity. The ability to redouble her efforts within the esteemed ranks of the soldiers of the Earth and fight properly instead of always feeling that there was something other that she was meant to be doing or feeling (or, not feeling, as it were).

Certainly her family had noticed some changes - but who wouldn't expect changes in a girl that had been struck by lightning in a freak accident while out in Destiny City? Her cover wasn't blown, her Queen had forgiven her for failing to take down that senshi and Moonstone had a renewed sense of her purpose.

More than anything else Lieutenant Moonstone had been lacking, it was purpose. She was a melee fighter, good most of the time but she tended to lose herself or balk some when it came down to the wire (Something her betters would never do; she just couldn't imagine Tanzanite ever pausing to feel conflicting tugging inside her heart). Now, she didn't suffer from such frivolous things; her training had progressed quite nicely. Tonight, she was relaxing after an ardous session with one of the Generals - relaxing at home, that is. A home that felt less and less like home to her and more and more like some random place that she stayed sometimes...like a hotel, hostel or other semi-permanent dwelling.

Opening her eyes, Pandora watched ripples from her movement dance across the milky surface of the water; herbs soaked into her aching muscles, her tired feet, relaxing her body and soul. Lavendar permeated the air; with the remaining heat it made her sleepy enough to be dangerous. Before the dark-skinned Negaverser could let herself fall asleep in her bath, she slowly sat up to pull at the chain-held plug; water swirled and rushed down the drain with a quiet roar. Moonstone rose, body steaming, to wrap a towel around her softly scented flesh. "I will be a bolder, stronger soldier...this I swear." Dark eyes sought the dim shadow of the waning moon through the bathroom window's heavily fogged glass.

"One day, senshi will hear the name Moonstone and shake with fear."

And so she went about preparing for bed, secure in the knowledge that tomorrow was another day for her to fight, work and get stronger and stronger. For her to prove to the Negaverse that Lieutenant Moonstone was truly someone to watch out for!

Pandora wiped sweat and strands of dark hair from her eyes, leaning momentarily against the wooden-handle of the shovel she'd been using to muck stalls. Ever since graduation, she'd heard nothing but "You're a grown woman now, what are you going to do with your life?" and "Aren't you going to enroll in college? It would mean so much--" and "You need to start saving for your future!" As though she hadn't realized that she needed to be figuring out what to do with her life! She knew - she was an officer of the Negaverse and that was how she was going to spend her "future": ridding the Earth of those disgusting b*****d Senshi!

But it wasn't enough. Not for her family, at least. They didn't know - couldn't know about her life as Captain Moonstone. It would have killed them, literally. With her own hands...these two hands, so strong wielding her weapon yet so gentle when guiding the reins of her favorite palomino. And what did they think she was doing here, playing around? She got a paycheck - it wasn't the biggest thing in the world thanks to taking some of it out in trade, but it was a paycheck and she did help her family out as she could. The dark-haired girl grunted and jabbed the shovel into a thick pile of soiled straw and hefted the stinking mass into a waiting wheelbarrow. "I guess I shouldn't complain, huh Silvy?" Silver Frost nickered softly at the woman cleaning her stall, the big grey mare may not have understood what her companion was saying, but the way she moved her head and the depth Pandora saw in those limpid brown eyes seemed to say "I'm listening and I understand. It will be okay."

"Yeah, you're right." She went back to shoveling out the stall; there were three more to do before she was done for the day and she could go out for a ride. Nothing could help clear her mind or relax her quite like taking Chattanooga Choo Choo out on the trails for a lengthy ride. No matter if she was contemplating her civilian life or her duties as a Negaverse agent, when she was in the saddle things just stepped back, got in line and started to make sense.

She used to take rides like that with Toki. Sometimes they still did, but not as often. For whatever reasons, the two girls were starting to move apart. Ever since graduation...or was it only after? She wasn't sure, but the spark that had been between them, flavoring their interactions with attraction, seemed to be waning. They were still friends, sure, and still comrades in arms of course (as Moonstone and Fayalite), but Pandora wasn't feeling quite as close to the other girl as she once had. Maybe it was because of family things or Negaverse things; the lack of schooling and open-endedness of their "adult lives"?

Silver Frost nosed at Pandora's back pockets, wanting a treat or attention or both. It made the dark-haired girl laugh and think about her family as she rubbed the soft nose with a gloved hand. "You already got your treat, Silvy. Those are for your buddies. You don't want to upset them, do you? They'd whine all night." Or just stand there, chuffing and blowing warm air from their soft noses. The horses were kind of like her current roommate: neither asked for anything difficult or expected more than she was willing - able - to give. Maybe she wasn't the best person on the planet to be sharing a tiny apartment with, but she worked nights, slept days, was very quiet and neat...and best of all: she didn't ask anything about Pandora's sometimes odd hours.

Rene Morris had answered the ad she'd placed looking for a quiet, unobtrusive roommate to share her studio apartment with. Sure, Pan had lost having an office or library of her own, but since she'd so rarely used that room for anything but storage, it had worked out really well in her favor to let it out. No pets, she stayed away from the upstairs area that Pandora claimed as her own, payed on time and without any fuss and if she cooked something, she left some for Pan. The girl was going to DCU for the culinary arts, all she ever asked was that Pan would let her know if the food was good, bad, or the best damned thing(s) she'd ever tasted! It worked well for the Negaverse Captain. Very well.

Unfortunately her family whined about it. Ever since she'd moved out, they'd been after her to come back, to come home and be with them. They could sense that their girl was 'moving away' from the tight-knit family and it scared them; it would have scared them so much more if they'd had any idea just how she was accomplishing this. Her family wouldn't have understood the mission of the Negaverse: they just wouldn't have wanted their daughter involved. But how could she not be involved in ridding the Earth of the Senshi? How did you tell your family that you had to fight against the aliens that were trying to take over? It was for her family, for her friends and loved ones - and just for humanity that she was part of the Negaverse. Fighting.

Once she'd faltered badly, struggling to figure out who she was and what she was doing...but now she was firmer in her choices, her beliefs. Pandora wasn't going to waver like that again - oh no. She wasn't. But it wasn't easy trying to turn her entire world around; even finding the direction she was meant to go in only did so much. The rest was up to Pan.
Silver Frost's stall cleared of muck, she pushed the wheelbarrow forward to the next stall and then went for a new bale of hay to break down for this stall and the next two. Sweet smelling straw spread thickly, crunching under her booted feet as she finished the last touches and shut the pretty grey mare into her now-clean stall. "See you, Silvy. Move away from the door, you big lug." Pandora unfastened the next stall and good-naturedly swatted the big-boned roan within. He moved slowly and nickered at her, nosing at pockets and nibbling at the hem of her T-shirt helpfully. "Oh no you don't, I don't like you that much!" She laughed and shook her head while pulling off one of the thick work gloves so she could dig into her pockets for the treat she'd brought just for him. "Here you go Romeo, you pig. Now stop trying to eat my shirt and move over!"

It was in a clear-minded sort of companionable silence that she worked the stalls of Tennessee Loverboy and Fly-by-Night, the last two horses in the string. Sure, her life was complicated, but things got really simple when you were cleaning horse s**t out of a stable. When you were carting wheelbarrows full of filthy straw onto a compost pile, things got really clear, really easy to deal with. Quite a bit like the clarity and simplicity of purpose that came from sparring with Linarite had brought her. Instead of going riding as she had planned, she went home and showered. Got something to eat and then meditated for an hour or so. Not because she had to or anything, but because she wanted to reflect on things, to sort and catalog the realization that she was meant to be Moonstone. That it was good and right and perfect - even when she herself wasn't good, right or perfect.

She was Pandora Sagan. She was Moonstone. She was a Captain of the Negaverse, a Haida Indian, a strong woman and she was an Earthian. Fighting for the Earth. Things would fall into place because she would make damned sure that they did. And her family issues? Well, they'd fall into place too, for the same reasons.

And maybe someday, they'd know that they were living safely thanks in part to her efforts; if they never did, as long as they were safe and happy...that was all that really mattered.

Elysion battle for control over Fish Eye's section: a rocky-cliff that led off into the distance with endless ice-covered floating islands and a chill that brought more shrinkage than Lisa Lampinelli naked! The "battle" was bass-ackwards, crazy-as-meme land of enchantment, unicorns and other absurdities. After a long, arduous race for dominance, those senshi bastards managed to win.

...truthfully, Moonstone wasn't so certain they should have wanted it in the first place - the space just screamed stupidity (IE: Senshi).

Road to Rediscovery?

Synopsis.

Negaverse Obligatory Meeting held within the Great Castle located in the Rift. The General Queens Tanzanite and Laurelite speak about the fact that the Zodiacs are causing so much trouble that they must look to outside avenues to help them crush the vermin Senshi.

Tanz speaks of old enemies that are to now be regarded as allies; Princess Ares and her dog Super Sailor Requiem appear from a large mirror that Tanzanite presents to the gathered Negaversian agents. After some dissent, both sides settle down. Tanzanite and the two Parallel Senshi of the Black Moon leave the meeting, leaving General Queen Laurelite to outline some tasks that are needed.

Captain Moonstone allows Zinkenite to choose where to place her (a well placed arrow, for sure) with the party that will seek out the Great Youma remains; they are to go deep into the Rift and attempt to bring the remains back to GQ Laurelite to be restored and weaponized once again.