Legacy
Legacy
By: Tuxedo Rainbow
Era: Crystal Millennium, 3003 AD
July 03, 2005
Summary: There are some legacies that should not continue…
Author’s note: This will hopefully be one of the few fictions in the SSEU that uses both the English and Japanese names of the senshi. Futurama characters are copyright of Matt Greoning, and are used without permission.
It was the end of the era of Crystal Tokyo, just before we were to go back. Neo Queen Serenity had many enemies: Neo Tokyo 3, The Crystal USSR, Crystal China, Crystal North Korea, Crystal Iraq… but she wanted allies, or at least try to make them, before she gave up the throne and retired.
She asked of the Senshi to go and ask where they could. Haruka and Michiru left for Europe (and presumably, are still there), Hotaru faded into Africa, and Terra and myself, Tuxedo Rainbow, were sent to New America.
At that time, the Head of President Nixon, in his robot body, along with the Democratic Order of Planets (or DOOP) where holding power in New DC, so we decided to get the perspective of the common man first, by going to New New York.
It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the transports were transporting humans.
How little we knew of this place. Our last time here was nearly five hundred years ago, during the Thermox invasion. Sailor Moon was not there, but we were. But that was old history. Passing by a suicide booth (whoever thought of that idea?) We noticed a bending unit.
“What’s this, the Cosplay planet in town?” the unit quipped.
“We are emissaries from Crystal Tokyo,” I responded.
“Name’s Bender, and who is the lovely lady?” Bender replied.
“Sailor Terra, senshi of light,” Terra responded.
“We seek an audience with an average human crowd to see if Neo Queen Serenity can get some allies.” I stated.
“Never heard of her,” Bender stated, “but Professor Farnsworth might. Come on. I promise I won’t take your staves.”
Odd that this time had not heard of her. We thought it was a mistake. Many areas of the world had heard of her, in one form or another. The Germans refused to ally, so did Spain and Mexico. France, laughed at her, and called her “Bunny”. Odd…
We hoped that this place was different.
The robot led us to what seemed to be a parcel delivery service for the galaxy.
“Planet Express,” I remarked.
He nodded, and let us in.
“Ah, customers,” An elderly voice responded, “come in, come in.”
“We are not here to utilize your service,” I responded, “we have come to ask of your business a question.”
Several others were standing nearby, listening to us.
“Who are they?” a female voice responded.
“Those clothes are so gauche.” stated another female.
“I could dissect them,” another responded.
“No dissecting,” interrupted the first female.
“Ah,. My crew,” the professor stated.
“Leela,” the first female remarked. Unusual… she had one eye. Reports of mutants were not far off… I have to tell Ami.
“Amy Wong,” responded the younger female.
We knew of the Wong family of Mars from Makoto. They gave her some money to start her cooking school.
“Dr. Zoidberg,” responded a crustacean-like creature. Obviously, an alien. But, we have seen many unusual creatures thanks to Setsuna.
“Philip J. Fry, at your service,” responded a young male. He was unusual, he seemed to be from another time…
“Hermes Conrad, and I am not paying you all to lollygag.” It was obvious from the badge that he was a Bureaucrat , a grade 36.
A odd pet sniffed us, and squealed.
“You must be friendly,” Leela replied, “otherwise, Nibbler would not have done that.”
“Okay, enough chit chat,” Bender replied, sitting on the nearby couch and drinking a beer. He turned on the news.
“What Morbo does not understand is why this Neo Queen Serenity is trying to get the New United States to join her. On Morbo’s planet, we kill those who do not agree with us.”
The female anchor merely smiled.
“We’re trying to make in impression for our guests,” she stated, as a picture of Terra and I were shone.
Only Fry seemed to understand that name, and the professor, to a lesser extent.
‘So, you are the two who are here to try and get us to ally with that overbearing Queen,” Farnsworth stated.
“I take it she’s done bad,” I replied.
Fry interrupted. “I seem to recall watching a show back in my time, about Sailor Moon… but I forgot the name. Didn’t some bad dub company make it?”
“Two,” Terra replied.
Leela suddenly recalled something. “Wasn’t she the one who created Sailor Mutate?”
“And Sailor New Chicago, and Sailor New Las Vegas…” added Hermes, “that Queen is a walking Sailor Maker.”
“I’m glad I wasn’t chosen,” Amy responded, “those skirts clash with all my outfits.”
It seemed that this was bad. It was obvious that this area knew of the Project. Curse the name of Jedite!
“I saw only four seasons, and not much of the last one before I was frozen,” Fry responded, “but the job they did… ugh.”
“I take it you’ve seen subs?” I asked.
“Not really,” Fry responded, “I heard people discuss it on the net.”
We were going nowhere. We decided on a new tactic.
“I am sorry for taking of your time. Please continue your work.” I replied.
“You call this work?” Bender interjected, “buddy, I’d like to see your job.”
We left. It was obvious that the Project had tainted this land. We had to go elsewhere… but where?
As we walked around, we heard people talking.
“I can’t believe that Serena would do such a thing,” one responded.
“And that Amy, trying to make our lives easier with her inventions,” a female responded.
“Have you tasted Lita’s cooking? It’s okay, but her talent…” a male responded. He was quickly punched in the face by his former date.
“And why did Raye move the temple into the palace? Or did Serena just create Crystal Tokyo around it?” another man asked.
“If you ask me, Mina doesn’t deserve to be with that Doctor… what’s his name?” yet another man responded.
(I am glad you are in Crystal Tokyo, or wherever, Xadium, you should not be hearing this. They are not using the real names. I have seen that dub, both versions. Usagi and the others would cringe at their English names being used. Where is the truth? The honesty? The reality?)
“And Amara and Michelle… Cousins? Come on… there has to be something more.” That was the voice of a teen. We were nearing the Holovid store. A sign, written in an alien language, stated:
“Sailor moon seasons one to four, now on holovid!”
(Please keep the above as is, and remove this comment, Xadium)
While we could not read it, we know that those who search enough will find the answer. Besides, the videos were selling quite well, and sparking discussion.
“What kind of name is Trista?” a buyer asked.
The owner of the shop shrugged.
Fry passed by us, and noted the holovid sale. “All the episodes? Cool!” He replied, getting in line.
We knew that these New New Yorkers would not understand the truth, no matter how it was told or printed. We pitied Fry, and the others. They knew not the truth, nor did they care about it.
We sighed. We decided we had to chalk this one up, and go back. We could never all with them.
Unfortunately, we saw a nearby television. It was that news which showed us that we were right.
President Nixon, head and robotic body was with the famed Captain Zap Brannigan, hero of the Vaio One Conflict, best-known officer of DOOP and his sidekick, Kip.
“The people that have come to our country, seeking an alliance will be asked to leave peacefully,” Nixon stated, “before the full might of the New Earth Army bears down upon Crystal Tokyo, and destroys it.”
There was much cheering in the crowd.
“As a dedicated member of DOOP,” Zap replied, “we will not rest until Crystal Tokyo surrenders to the demands that were given to it.”
“But sir,” Kip replied,”if the Somnabulans don’t get 20 hours of sleep…”
“Don’t tell me about who gets what until we win,” Zap responded.
The die had been cast. We were no longer needed here. We left for Crystal Tokyo, knowing the end of the beginning had already started.
Even though two companies were long since departed from this world, their lasting legacy still haunts this present day. The Project had done its damage, and had sent the world into war. So this is how Crystal Tokyo falls: not by political pressure, but by propaganda and thunderous applause.
We hoped that wherever Jedite was, in whatever dark part of Crystal Tokyo he was in, he was happy and laughing. We were not.
We hoped that wherever Jedite was, in whatever dark hole he may be, he was happy that he project was still ongoing. We did not know how, only that it was. We wondered if someone had uncovered the old tapes in Old New York, the New York of Fry’s time.
We knew that this war was a series of battles, and that Jedite had stuck a fatal blow in this time, just as he did in the past. He had alienated two generations with his poisonous, horrendous dub.
He had succeeded in destroying a legend by creating a legacy, he had destroyed peace with a project. He had destroyed truth with dubbing. May whatever dark beast he prays to have mercy on his wretched soul.