Lunar Andromeda

Fandom: Andromeda/Sailor Moon

Disclaimer: All Andromeda characters are copyrighted to Tribune Entertainment. The Sailormoon concept belongs to Naoko Takeuchi.

Rating: NC-17

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Author's Notes: There are some severe spoilers for the entire series, especially concerning the character of Trance Gemini. You've been warned.

Summary: After a brutal attack by the Magog on a planet belonging to the restored Commonwealth, Dylan Hunt decides to get rid of the Magog threat once and for all. Trance has a plan.

Episode 32: The water in the desert

Gradually, the people of Terazed emerged from their houses, seeing that there were no more Magog in the streets. Dylan received a message from the Andromeda that the world ship was just sitting in orbit above the planet. Upon seeing the victory won by the senshi, the Triumvirate came to see them in person and invited them up to their offices for a talk. The four Guardians exchanged looks of dismay at the thought. All of them were exhausted and ready to drop at any moment. Dylan intervened on their behalf.

"Given that they're from far away, they don't really know how to handle this kind of situation," he explained to the Triumvirs. "As such I feel I need to explain that they're worn out from fighting the Magog and they badly need to rest and recuperate before they do anything else."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Tri-Camille said.

"But surely they could hold out for another hour so that we can talk to the ones who saved our planet," Tri-Jemma insisted.

"Let me put it this way," Terazed Kamen said stiffly. "If you insist that we remain standing for any longer than is absolutely necessary, StarFire may wind up getting so mad that she decides that it's a good idea to simply torch the city." He indicated the orange haired Guardian. "Even worse, I may get angry enough to simply let her."

Tri-Lorn paled a little at his frankness and at the idea that the city could so easily be burned to the ground. "Then perhaps we could talk later?" he asked nervously. "Anyone who could defeat the Magog this quickly must indeed be powerful enough to do as he claims." He scrutinized the woman. "Though she doesn't look like she has the energy to light a candle let alone torch a city."

She looked up at him. "Make another crack like that and we'll see just how much energy I have left," she threatened, walking in the direction of the Eureka Maru. The other three Guardians followed her at a slow walk.

Terazed eyed Tri-Lorn. "She's not someone you want to mess with."

"You sound like you speak from experience," Tri-Camille said.

"I do. I married her." He hid a smile at their reactions and followed the girls back to the Maru with Sailor Vedra and Nomaie Kamen in tow. As he walked away, he could hear Tri-Camille asking Dylan if that statement was serious or if it was a joke. He shook his head and boarded the ship.

He found StarFire already detransformed to her civilian self. She was slumped in a chair and looked like she was half asleep already. He detransformed and sat down beside her. "Kasei? Are you still awake?" She made a low moan in her throat and forced her eyes open. "I won't ask you to talk; you look ready to pass out."

She managed to nod and allowed her eyes to close. Rhade pulled her up into his lap and cradled her against his chest. Her breathing slowed into the rhythm he associated with her sleeping patterns. Looking around, he saw that Beka, Dylan, and Harper had made it back as well. Beka made her way to Yuki's side and led him off to her old room in the back where he could lie down. Dylan crouched beside Tenshi.

"Are you guys going to be alright after that?" he asked.

She nodded. "In theory; we just need a lot of rest. It was very hard to gather that much energy."

"Did you intend for your uniforms to change like that?"

"No, and they shouldn't have. I'm not sure why they did."

"I think it was a boost of energy from Rhade and Kasei's future selves," Okami supplied sleepily. "Not only does it explain why our uniforms changed simultaneously, but it also explains why only ours changed."

"What about Rhade's?" Harper enquired. "His changed first."

"That was a natural evolution," Yumeko told him. "The next time he transforms, he'll have the new uniform. As for us, we'll be back to the black ones. I think Okami is right about how that happened, though. It wouldn't be the first time that a senshi got a bit of a power boost from a future source."

Dylan arched an eyebrow at her. "Really?"

"It hasn't happened to us before, but I've herd of it happening," Tenshi told him. The exhaustion was catching up to her and her words were beginning to slur.

Harper put his hand on Dylan's shoulder. "Why don't I get us back up the Andromeda? No one else looks like their in any shape to pilot. I'm not either, really, but I think I'm in better shape than most."

"Get on that, then, Harper," Dylan said nodding. "The sooner we get back and get everyone into bed and rested, the better we'll be."

Rhade had to carry Kasei back to her cabin after the Maru docked with the Andromeda as she was so deeply asleep that he doubted whether anything would wake her up. They hadn't gotten around to talking about living arrangements as there hadn't been the time for that before they'd headed down to Terazed. He was too tired to carry her, but not tired enough to let someone else do it. Dylan, Beka, Harper, and Rommie were the only other people who could have carried her at any rate, and of those four, Rommie was the only one who hadn't been involved in the fight with the Magog. Beka was far to preoccupied with Yuki in any case and Dylan and Harper were making sure that Tenshi and Yumeko got back to their cabin safely.

It's a good thing that she's very light to begin with, he thought as he opened the door to her cabin. This would have been nearly impossible otherwise.

He laid her down on the bed gently and wriggled her out of her clothes before pulling the blankets up over her. He shed his own clothes and crawled in beside her. While he hadn't been invited to join her, he figured it was alright since she'd publicly declared him to be hers. It wasn't long before he was sound asleep.

He woke to fingers lightly tracing lazy patterns over the skin on his chest. He opened one eye and closed it again quickly. He felt a hand tugging at the hairs on his chin. He grumbled and rolled over, pretending to sleep.

"Do you really think that's going to fool me?" a voice whispered teasingly in his ear.

"You're in a good mood this morning," he observed.

She nipped his ear playfully. "Why shouldn't I be? I have it on good authority that you're not going anywhere, that my family's bloodline will continue, and we got to save the galaxy."

"Those are good reasons to be happy."

"I can't say I'm thrilled about one day ascending the throne of Nomaie, but that doesn't look like it'll be happening any time soon."

Rhade rolled over to face her. Her pale face was framed by her long unbound hair. The sight, as always, made his breath catch momentarily in his throat. "That's good. I don't really want that kind of responsibility so soon myself."

She looked amused. "Responsibility? Telemachus, as my consort, all you have to do is sit there and look pretty, a job I don't think you'll have much trouble doing."

"That's really all there is to it? I just…sit back and let you do all the work?"

Kasei sighed. "More or less. Do recall that I've been trained for this my whole life while you, obviously, haven't."

"I can learn," he offered.

A slow grin spread across her face. "Think of how it would scandalize my mother if I did give you some actual power."

He grinned as well. "That would be an interesting day." He paused, caressing her face. "I do have to wonder what our future selves meant about things getting more interesting for us from this point on."

"I prefer to not think about that, actually. I would rather not be continually second guessing myself."

Rhade nodded. "That makes sense. I do wonder about something else, though." At Kasei's questioning look, he continued. "Beka and your brother. How is that going to work?"

Kasei shrugged. "Yuki has the right to offer himself to a woman; it's up to Beka whether or not she accepts that. They're clearly a couple, but I have no idea if it's temporary or permanant."

"He hasn't said anything to you?" Rhade asked incredulously.

"I've been a little busy dealing with my own personal issues," she reminded him, tapping the double helix on his arm.

"Speaking of personal issues…" he reached out and pulled her towards him. "Were you planning on teasing me all morning or were you actually going to make good on any of that?"

Kasei looked at him through her eyelashes. "What do you think?"

Slowly, he kissed her, savoring the taste of her lips. Moving with great care he kissed around her jaw, up to her ear and lipped at her earlobe. When the familiar spicy scent hit his nostrils, he smiled gently and began to nibble as she'd done to him earlier. Her eyes closed in pleasure, lips parted slightly. Rhade eased her onto her back while kissing down the side of her neck. He laced his fingers with hers. She was strong enough to break free of his hold and they both knew it. It was a great sign of trust that she made no move to do so. For Rhade, that show of trust struck him as being highly erotic. That a woman so powerful as she would trust him so completely made his heart pound and his blood burn as if liquid fire poured through his veins. Her skin felt warmer than usual beneath his, and his skin was heated with anticipation. He looked up at her and her eyes met his, giving him pause.

She'd never looked at him like that. Always before, there had been an edge of the hatred she'd once had for him and his fellow Nietzscheans. There had always been a slightly haunted look, a look he now fully understood.

Not this time.

This time, her eyes held only warmth, a gentle affection. Though she had accepted him quite some time ago, he finally felt as though she was all his, that she was no longer haunted by the events of her recent past. She had made her claim to him and that claim was unshakable.

"You may call me yours by the laws and rules of your society, Kasei, and I accept that, but you're mine also," he growled possessively.

A smile twisted her lips as she invited him inside. "Now and always, Telemachus. Forever yours as you are forever mine."

Hours later as they both lay sated in each others arms, Rhade stroked her hair. "I'm glad I met you, Kasei. I think…I finally feel like I'm home."

Though he couldn't see it, she smiled. "All is well with the universe today. I finally understand some of our legends."


"There was one tale, a tale that did actually happen back before I was first born, of a woman and the man she chose as hers. The writer described her as the desert and her mate as being like the rare rains that fall on our world. ‘For she is the desert. The burning sands that cover our world. And he like the gentle rain, so rarely seen along the burning sands. Together, the rain and the desert will bloom with life anew.' Or something like that. It's not easy to translate Nomaien into your language."

"I'll just have to learn Nomaien then."

"That's not going to be easy," she warned him.

"I'll have to learn," he insisted. "If I'm going to be your consort when you ascend the throne, it will be useful for you if I can understand what people are saying. Besides, you'll want our daughters to speak their mother's language as well as their father's."

"Point made." She pulled back. "Well then, here's your first lesson. Janshe rak tor el hanesse akarin emesyo, Telemachus Rhade sha ne."

"That's what you said on Nomaie to your parents. It means you claim me, right?"

"That's the basic gist, yes. Janshe rak tor el hanesse akarin emesyo, Telemachus Rhade sha ne roughly translates to ‘I name this man Telemachus Rhade and I lay my claim to him by ancient rite'."

"So what do men say?"

"There isn't really a male response to that. It wasn't deemed necessary for them to say anything. Besides, a woman's claim is absolute."

"Teach me something else," he asked eagerly.

"Lai'verra." She held his gaze, willing him to figure it out.

"I love you, too, Kasei."

"No, no. The response in Nomaien is Arr'este, lai'verra. That is to say, ‘in return, I love you'." He fumbled over the strange sounds, but gradually, the words came easily from him. "Very good," she said approvingly. "Now, if your linguistic curiosity has been sated enough for now, could we go and get some breakfast?"

"I was wondering when that would come up. Hungry?"

"Parreyu. That is, starving."

"I suppose that means clothing," he said mournfully.

"Oh grow up! Remember, you're stuck with me until you die. I don't doubt that you'll have many more chances to leer."

"I don't leer. I admire the scenery."

She threw his pants at him. "Get up, lazy." He reluctantly climbed out of bed. Kasei watched admiringly as he dressed. "You know Telemachus? You really are like the water in the desert."