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And now - best of all - the senshi had been invited to an interplanetary ball on Naboo by none other than Queen Amidala! Upon receiving the invitation via Supreme Chancellor Palpatine in the room-behind-the-waterfall, all twenty-nine senshi and Kousotsu immediately set out to find the most elegant dresses their credits could buy.
"But where can we get dresses?" Annika asked. Not for the first time, she wished that she'd brought some of her royal gowns when she's left Bakura.
"If credits are no object, I'd suggest Kenla Pa'syr. My father and I used to go there often to buy gowns for bureaucratic balls," Seiyun suggested. "They have a huge selection of the most beautiful gowns you could ever wish for."
Several senshi looked for a second opinion to Xarae, who sat pensively to the side. Finally, she spoke. "I... I remember Pa'syr's. I bought a dress there for my introduction to the Sith Order. It was absolutely stunning." Then, more quietly, "Khameir loved that dress..."
"Well," Annika mused, "we shouldn't let cost get in the way of the ball. This is important!"
"Maybe the Council can grant us some money. Since they gave us the room-behind-the-waterfall, we haven't asked them for any money," Yukiko suggested.
"Talk to the Council we shall," Numako decided. "Buy dresses today we must."
While Kyoko, Numako, and Koumi went to the Council to request a generous stipend to buy gowns, Priire, Ippin, Chikako, and Zyta waited anxiously outside the chambers.
"What is taking them so long?!" Priire muttered as she paced back and forth.
Ippin grabbed her sister's arm and pulled her down onto the bench the other three were sitting on patiently. "Calm down, Aster!" she scolded. "They're fine. I can feel it."
Priire reached down to her belt and began to unlatch her blaster. "Still... I think the Council could use a little extra persuasion..."
Chikako slowly shook her head. "In the name of the Force, Priire, you're unbelievable. Take it easy."
Sighing, the braided blonde sat down. "Fine." She paused, tracing the outline of her tattoo through her flight suit. "I hope I can find a gown that covers up my flower," she mused.
"And now I wish I hadn't cut my hair," Ippin said, twirling her now-shoulder-length locks around her index finger. "I could've put it up so beautifully..."
"Oh, stop whining, Ippin." Zyta cut in with all the subtlety of an upset Hutt. "You think you have short hair?! All I can do with mine is put barettes in it!"
"Cut it out!" Chikako's temper was unusually short. "If Master Yoda picks up on a disturbance in the Force, the Council might not grant us any credits, and then we'd be out of luck!" The three arguing girls visibly relaxed, and Chikako returned to absent-mindedly fingering her purple petal as she pictured herself in a flowing gown of shimmering satin dyed to match the flower, her brown hair curled into perfect tendrils. By the expressions on the four girls' faces, it was readily apparent that they were all imagining their ideal dresses: Ippin twirling in a long yellow and red spectra-fade gown, Zyta unusually comfortable in an ivory laced-back floor-length dress, Priire laughing easily in a sleek navy gown, a chiffon stole wrapped around her shoulders.
When the doors to the chamber lobby slid almost soundlessly open, the girls instantly stood up, looking anxiously to the three exiting delegates for any sign of success, finding none. Slowly a warm smile broke Koumi's face as she silently told the others that the Council had granted them a larger stipend than they had even thought possible.
Priire, suddenly regaining her characteristic energy, grabbed Ippin's and Zyta's arms as she shouted, "Come on - what are we waiting for? We have to get gowns!"
Less than two hours later, twelve senshi were crowded into a private viewing booth at Kenla Pa'syr with an extremely exasperated salesperson. Oola, having not seen many males of her race since she escaped from Jabba's palace, was permanently attached to the young red-skinned Twi'lek, continually asking him how he'd come to Coruscant and where on Ryloth he'd lived, occasionally bumping into him "on accident." Priire, Ippin, and Annika were a few feet back, frequently exchanging scoffs with regards to Oola's rather blatant tactics. Nami and Yukiko were comparing notes on surfing and snowboarding while Kairiku and ChibiSuta, being somewhat uninterested in elaborate gowns, shared deep, dark secrets and Audra and Zyta, as usual, fought. Really the only two girls who were paying any attention to the dresses that flashed across the holovid screen were Kyoko and Hisui, both of whom were at least slightly nervous about meeting, respectively, their parallel being and future mother-in-law. Both sat at the front of the tiny booth, chewing their nails to the quick as they searched for a gown that would hold its own with Amidala's opulent ensembles.
"Ooh," Kyoko sighed as she took in a cap-sleeved gown of spun silver adorned at the hem with millions of tiny diamonds, forming an intricate pattern. "How much does that one cost?" she asked the salesperson, who carefully unwrapped Oola from his left arm.
"I believe it costs... let me check..." He hit a few buttons on the keypad of his handheld computer. "Five hundred credits," he read.
Kyoko winced at the price before remembering the handsome stipend they'd been given by the Jedi Council. "I'll take it," she said as a smile split her apprehensive face.
Five minutes later, Hisui had claimed a deep green empire-waisted gown with a brocade bodice and multi-layered chiffon skirt, and the topic of Zyta and Audra's fight had become the dress currently on the screen.
"But that's exactly the dress I wanted!" Zyta wailed of the off-white Alderaanian silk gown, which laced up the back with a pale yellow braided ribbon.
"But I want it!" Audra screamed, her eyes filling with anger and tears. The Twi'lek salesperson sat down in defeat.
"But you're so pasty - it'll look terrible!" Zyta shot back. "At least I'm tanned!"
"Not like it's real - I saw you using Priire's Twin Suns tanning bed yesterday!"
"Why you little..." Zyta, knowing that Audra couldn't easily retaliate in kind, took a handful of her opponent's brown hair and pulled hard, eliciting a bone-jarring shriek from the younger girl.
"Would you two cut it out?" Kyoko yelled over the racket. "I'm the one with the credits, and neither of you are getting that gown!" Various degrees of whines from the two girls ensued. "And everybody else pay attention - we don't have all day!"
As the chorus of complaints died away, the salesperson resumed his position at the front of the tiny room, and within an hour, all twelve girls had chosen their gowns.
For once, they are not making noise, Nom thought. In the short time she had known the senshi, she had realized that never before in her life had she met a group of people who were so loud! Even the loudest of her sisters in the Stone River Clan couldn't make anywhere near the amount of noise these girls did. Luckily for Nom, however, the day's activities had exhausted the thirteen girls in Nom's ship, Mind's Eye, and they had fallen fast asleep.
Unfortunately, Priire was not so lucky.
"Black Fire Dreamer to Mind's Eye," Priire yelled across the comm. In the background, Nom could clearly hear the voices of twelve hyperactive teenage girls, and it sounded like a tickle war.
"Hey Priire. Mind's Eye over," Nom replied, her voice weary.
"How is it that I always get stuck with the rambunctious ones, while yours are silent? Did you leave them on Coruscant or something?"
Nom chuckled quietly. "No, they are just all asleep."
"Figures." Priire sighed loudly. "At any rate, we're nearing the Naboo system, so I'm coming out of hyperspace in thirty seconds."
"Thank you, Priire." The black-haired witch set the countdown into her ship's computer. "See you and Ippin on the surface, then."
"Yup. Dreamer out."
"Mind's Eye out."
As Nom's ship slowed, she watched the green, glowing jewel of Naboo materialize out of the white streaks of hyperspace. Such a beautiful place, she thought. Kyoko and Kairi-chan are so lucky.
The tall pink-haired woman looked skeptically at the blue-skinned humanoid standing before her. "You're sure she said Naboo?"
"Yes, my master. I am certain."
"We're here!" Kairiku shouted. Although all the senshi were awake when they landed, the blonde could not contain her excitement. She was anxious to get off the Prism and see if Naboo were as lush and beautiful as it had been in The Phantom Menace.
"Uhhhh.... Kairi-chan..." ChibiSuta sleepily rubbed her eyes as she came out of her meditative state. "Why are you so excited?"
"This is my planet! Wouldn't you be excited if we were on Corellia?" Kairiku asked, pulling her friend up by the arm and leading her out of the Prism into the hangar. They ran over to the open hangar doors and looked out at Theed.
"By the Force," Kairiku sighed. "I've never seen a place so beautiful in my life."
Despite the breathtaking scenery, ChibiSuta's face was etched with a deep scowl. "I have a bad feeling about this," she mumbled.
"Oh, relax, Suta! This week is going to be great!"
The two young girls were joined by many of the others, who expressed their amazement with the capital's architecture in ways similar to Kairiku. Cammy, an earth-born who had recently joined the senshi, ran back to the Dreamer and returned with her camera, squeezing to the front of the crowd to shoot photos of the city.
After five minutes, Kyoko cleared her voice to speak as the group's leader. "All right, everybody, let's go to the palace."
Kyoko and Kairiku were nearly shaking with nervousness as they stood in audience with Queen Amidala. The diminutive queen sat straight on her throne, flanked on both sides by her advisors and five handmaidens. Her beautifully deceptive gown and blank, solid countenance made it difficult to detect her emotions, but both senshi could feel a slight glimmer of happiness radiating from her.
"I welcome you to Naboo," Amidala said in her typically regal voice. "I am most excited to have the beloved Sailor Jedi as my guests at tonight's ball."
Kyoko smiled. "We are honored as well, your Majesty." Kairiku nodded.
"I will shortly send an escort to show you and your friends to your chambers. First, I have a matter of security to discuss with you." Kairiku's eyebrows shot up. "You are sure that your trip has been secure?"
"Yes. The only people who know of our destination are Supreme Chancellor Palpatine and the Jedi Council. There is no possibility that the Sailor Sith could have followed us here."
"Very well." Still, the queen seemed troubled. "We have received numerous reports that the Sailor Sith may be coming here to provoke you into an attack."
"It is safe," Kyoko repeated. "Our stay here will be uneventful."
Amidala looked to Captain Panaka, who nodded firmly. "Your assurances are well received. I will send a guide to meet your group in the hangar in ten minutes."
Kyoko and Kairiku bowed appreciatively and exited the room through its massive doorway.
The senshi's chambers in the Theed palace were literal works of art. Stunning paintings and hanging sculptures adorned the walls, and the high ceilings were supported by ornately carved columns. Long couches carved from a single piece of Nubian wood sat solidly on the velvety jewel-toned carpets, and the cushions on the furniture were as soft as clouds.
But in the humble opinions of Chakra and Audra, the best part about their home-for-the-week was the beds. The two were bouncing high into the air on the springy mattresses, giggling and squealing with delight.
"This is so great!" Chakra exclaimed.
"I know!" Audra agreed. "There's no way we could do this on the ships, and Master Yoda would personally kill us if we did it in the Temple!"
Suddenly the door from the common room slid open to reveal Kousotsu in an elegant deep navy tuxedo. The two girls immediately stopped jumping but continued to bounce several feet up.
"Is Priire ready yet?" Kousotsu asked nervously. "I've been waiting for her in the common chamber for ten minutes."
As if on cue, Priire emerged from her dressing chamber. She spun around, heels clicking on the floor, and the flared skirt of her slinky shimmering navy gown widened into a perfect circle. When she stopped, the two girls sitting on the bed could see the intricate way she'd woven her braids into a large flat knot on the back of her head.
"Priire..." Kousotsu gasped, somewhat surprised.
"Clean up good, don't I?" the blonde replied.
Audra giggled. "Where's your blaster, Priire?"
Instantly, the former merc reached through a hidden slit and produced a sleek new blaster from her thigh holster. "Isn't that great? Rabé did it for me. You know I don't go anywhere without a blaster! And shouldn't you two be getting dressed?"
Both girls gave mock groans as they launched themselves off the bed and into their respective dressing rooms.
"Oh Priire... it's..." The tall young man blushed scarlet, embarrassed at his obvious lack of eloquence.
"Come on, Jedi," the blonde said, leading him back out into the common room.
Half an hour later, all thirty ball-goers had gathered in the common chamber and were milling about, admiring each other's gowns as they awaited the arrival of their escort for the queen's dinner before the ball. Kyoko's silver dress naturally drew the most attention, with Xarae's dramatic shiny black corset-top gown also being very popular. All the girls' dresses, in fact, were so breathtaking that no one was excluded from the exchange of compliments.
After a wait of twenty minutes, Kyoko and Numako began to get antsy. "Where is our escort?" the group's leader asked. "The Naboo are renowned for their punctuality. This is bizarre."
Soon, however, the main doors slid open to reveal a slightly breathless Captain Panaka, who sighed and stated, "I regret the delay. Please, hurry to the royal dining room. The queen awaits."
And so the senshi embarked on a most exciting night.
A scream broke the silence aboard Kougo Ada's darkened ship as a mysterious figure flipped on the circuit.
"Why are the senshi here?" an evil voice demanded.
"They were invited to the ball." The second voice, filled with pain and sadness, held a remaining hint of nobility.
"There is another reason!"
"No. You assume too much."
As the figure increased the voltage, the second voice cried out, fearing for her life.
"This is so amazing!" Annika gushed. Although, being a princess, she was an expert on events of this sort, the white-haired girl was extremely impressed. The queen's dinner, which was a private meal attended only by the senshi, Amidala, and her handmaidens, had been absolute perfection. Served on a huge marble table, the dinner consisted of one dish from each senshi's planet, an idea which Annika found very creative and eclectic. Best of all, there were platters of Hapan pastries, even though Tai hadn't come, which the girls inhaled in seconds. Now the thirty guests of honor sat at a long table in high-backed Nubian chairs as the entire populance of Theed poured into the expansive ballroom. On a large platform at the center of the room sat an eighty-piece orchestra, playing lusciously-written folktunes to which the Naboo began to dance, elaborate, intricate steps performed simultaneously by all those present.
"If Maiko were here..." Chikako whispered in awe, imagining how enthralled her friend would have been with their dancing.
After a few songs, Kousotsu led Priire by the hand out onto the dance floor and was quickly followed by several other senshi who, for lack of male partners, danced together as couples. The Nubian dancers has since stopped their choreographed steps, and the senshi danced as they never had before. Kairiku and ChibiSuta held hands and spun around, Kairiku's periwinkle and ChibiSuta's orange shantung dresses blowing back against their legs with the force of their turns. Ippin and the new earth-born Mika attempted to dance, but Mika, being so clumsy, kept tripping on her long pale blue dress. Cammy, herself a musician, was standing next to the orchestral platform almost drooling as she watched the conductor lead piece after gorgeous piece. Only Kyoko and Koumi remained at their table, talking quietly in troubled voices.
"I'm not sure," Koumi told Kyoko through the Force. "Something doesn't seem... right about Amidala."
"I feel it also," Kyoko replied. She paused, sighing. "Maybe we're being oversensitive. I don't know. Maybe there are some complicated diplomatic issues she's dealing with."
Dubiously, Koumi agreed.
Suddenly Kyoko's face softened as she began to giggle at the attractive dark-haired boy walking past. "I think I need to go talk to someone," she laughed and stood to pursue the boy. Once Kyoko had left, Koumi's face collapsed into its previous scowl as she tried to sense the cause of the queen's conflict.
After several hours of dancing, Amidala asked the ball-goers to be seated for a ceremony to honor the senshi. Slowly the dancers sat, and the queen approached the podium near the senshi's table.
"Citizens of Theed," the queen began, ever so slightly adjusting the train of her deep red brocade gown. "We have assembled tonight to honor the Sailor Jedi, the protectors of our galaxy. These thirty young men and women, though teenage in body, fearlessly protect the leaders of our worlds and each other against an array of villains." Amidala paused, a rare smile tugging on her red and white lips.
The faces of the Force-sensitive senshi contorted in pain as the others looked about in fear after having been exposed by - their ally? They had worked so hard to maintain their anonymity to avoid being mobbed everywhere they went, and for one of their greatest supporters to have disclosed their secret... it violated every Force-sealed agreement and alliance between the Naboo and the Jedi Council.
Then the queen began to laugh, quietly at first, then increasing in volume, until the hall rang with her sinister joy.
Koumi voiced her opinion through the Force as the air around them crackled with Dark Side energy. "Vortex."
The Force-sensitive senshi nodded barely, then whispered the word to their Force-less neighbors nearby, who nodded in turn.
Amidala's laughter was now so loud that the guests, previously whispering confusedly at their queen's sudden change in behavior, now covered their ears with their hands, avoiding the din.
"Fearlessly protect against an array of villains," she repeated, chuckling again. "But in order to protect, they must first survive!" With that, she reached into her gown and produced a black henshin stick with a tiny bone carving of a skull on one end. Holding it high above her head, she shouted, "Dark Force Power make up!"
Senshi and Naboo watched alike as the diminutive queen was engulfed in a yellow glow, which slowly peeled away to reveal a red-haired, blue-skinned humanoid whose shrieking laughter shook the palace.
"And surviving is one thing they won't be doing today!" she yelled. "I am Sailor Sith Vortex, mistress of shape and mime! You have wronged my queen, and you shall die!"
Without conferring, the senshi rose from their chairs. Saying their planets, they shouted in unison, "Force power make up!" Instantly the twenty-nine girls transformed into the Sailor Jedi.
Naboo stepped forward from her chair. "We are the Sailor Jedi, and for the good of the universe, you will be punished!" Pausing to bring her hands to the stone in her bow, she continued. "Jewel of Zenda Blast!" The gem radiated beams of scarlet light toward the Sith, knocking her down.
"Twerp!" the astonished villain cried out. "That's the last time you touch me! Vortex power transform!" Suddenly a second Asteroid appeared.
The original Asteroid paused from her search for Tuxedo Jedi, who had mysteriously disappeared when they transformed. "What the..." she mumbled, confused by the presence of a copy of herself with yellow eyes glowing fiercely. Understanding the situation, she exclaimed, "Oh, sithspit! Why does she always have to be me!"
"So I can do this!" the disguised Vortex responded. "Asteroid Null G Power!"
Instantly Naboo was pinned against the table behind her, unable to move. To the senshi's amazement, fear flooded their leader's eyes.
Tranforming into Tatooine, the villain yelled, "Twin Suns Blind!" overloading the optic nerves of every onlooker in the ballroom. "How does that feel?" she screamed hysterically. "How does it feel to not know where you are, what's happening to you?" Changing again, she cried, "Oola Crescent Headpiece Slash!" making a deep gash in the still-paralyzed girl's cheek. "How does it feel to be unable to defend yourself?" As Yavin IV, she attacked all the senshi with Yavin IV Jungle Blast. "How does it feel to be alone and afraid, not knowing if you'll live or die?" She watched with mild satisfaction as the senshi contorted their faces in pain and consideration. "And now," she screamed, "how does it feel to know you will die?"
A hum of whispers arose among the Naboo, which Vortex silenced with another threat of death.
"You don't like it, do you?" she roared. "You don't like knowing you're going to die in a few seconds but not knowing the exact length." A devilish grin grew across her face. "So I'll do you a favor. I'll let you sit for a minute or two while I kill you!" She jabbed Naboo in the arm with a long sharp finger.
Hearing her mother's resultant gasp, Chibi Naboo cried out, "No! Not my mother! Kill me, but spare her! Please!"
Vortex shook with laughter. "Spare her? Isn't this sweet - the young one wants to be a martyr. Well sorry, child, but I know what I came here to do." Becoming Dathomir, she screamed, "Stone River..." She chuckled happily as Naboo, still bleeding profusely, was encased in streams of liquid stone. "Obliv-"
"Gungan Blue Ball Launch!" came a voice strengthened by fear. Spheres of energy tumbled toward Vortex, who flipped backward, letting them explode harmlessly before her.
Shifting into Calamari, the Sith used Calamari Wave Engulf to knock over the blond girl, who remained unable to see the attack's approach.
"Anyway," she said, returning to Dathomir, "let's finish this deal. Stone River..." adding a second coat of stone to Naboo's prison, "Ob-"
Suddenly a rose of lightsaber energy struck Vortex, causing her to drop the attack again. Even before the offender spoke, Asteroid smiled warmly at her friend's return.
"You will never kill her!" a man in a Jedi cloak, mask, and top hat yelled. "It takes more than a coating of rock to defeat so strong a spirit."
"Who are you?" asked the infuriated Sith.
"I am Tuxedo Jedi, liaison to the Jedi Council, and I'll never let you kill Sailor Naboo!"
"I think your logic is about equal to your fashion sense," shot back Vortex. "Get out of my way." She pushed past him, returning to her first victim.
Faster than even he could see, Tuxedo Jedi activated his cane, a lightsaber blade extending from its end, and struck out at Vortex, putting a charred tunnel clear through her stomach.
"Wh... wh... what... did.... y... you.... do?" she asked in disbelief, passing her slender arm through the hole. "You... you... you..."
As the defeated Sailor Sith stuttered through her pain, the space in the wound darkened to black, then glowed yellow as it enlarged. A relieved grin reformed Vortex's gritted teeth. "You haven't defeated me," she said forcefully. "I leave you now, but I will return. And you-" she indicated Naboo "-will not be so lucky." With that, the wound expanded, and the villain disappeared entirely.
"Is she gone?" Corellia asked cautiously.
"Yes," Tuxedo Jedi replied reassuringly. "She's gone, for the time being at least."
"Yavin IV Temple Meditation!" called Yavin IV, restoring the eyesight of the senshi and guests. The blond senshi ran to Naboo, kneeling by her and melting away the layers of hardened stone.
Chibi Naboo, standing and straightening her disheveled fuku, hurried to her mother's side as well. "Mom," she whispered. "Kyoko... you'll be fine. You'll be fine." Turning her head to the side, the young girl brushed a delicate kiss across the gash in the older senshi's cheek.
"Come on, Kairi-chan," Corellia said, tugging on her friend's cape. "We have to leave. Now."
The senshi had powered down and returned directly to their ships, leaving the belongings they had packed in their guest quarters. They had flown back to Coruscant in silence, stunned by the course of events. Now the girls and Kousotsu, who had mysteriously returned to the Temple before the girls, held conference in the room-behind-the-waterfall.
Priire's forehead was crinkled with confusion. "But how could Mistique have known about the ball? We only told the Council."
At the guilt spreading across Oola's face, Numako asked, "Something to say, have you, Oola?"
"I guess so," the young Twi'lek said with uncertainty. "I... I told the salesman at Pa'syr's. He asked why we needed such elaborate gowns, and I told him it was for a ball on Naboo. I... I thought I could trust him."
"Mistique," Kairiku thought out loud. "She shapeshifted into a Twi'lek salesman - probably figured you'd be attracted and tell her if she asked."
Oola made a face of protest but said nothing.
"What about Amidala?" Yukiko asked concernedly.
"I think she was on Naboo when we arrived, and it was she that Kyoko and I spoke to," replied the blond genius. "But remember the delay before dinner? Someone abducted her then, replacing her with Mistique. Remember how antisocial she was during the meal and the ball?"
"Sounds like that's an understatement," laughed a voice from the door. The senshi turned to see Solai grinning, backed by a typically skeptical Schylar. The two felines had been cared for by Anakin during the trip, and they now returned to their respective owners, rubbing against their legs.
Priire bent to pick up Solai and scratched his ears, and he expressed his gratitude by climbing onto her shoulder and purring into her ear, "I missed you, beautiful."
"I missed you, too," she replied with a grin.
"But what about Amidala?" Nami asked, reorienting her new friends to the issue at hand. "And the Naboo shouldn't know who we are, right?"
"Yes," ChibiSuta agreed. "We need to tell the Council so they can act accordingly. I can go talk to them. Koumi, Numa-chan, would you like to come?"
They nodded, and the trio left to consult the Jedi Council on the strange turn of events.
Kairiku nuzzled closer to her mother as she reconsidered the strange events of her life. First her best friend, then her mother, injured in battle, and she had never known either of them until just a few months earlier.
Upon the senshi's return to the Temple, Kyoko had been brought to the healers, where they placed her in a bacta tank for a few hours so that the scrapes from her stone encasement would heal. Now she lay in the same room as Bakeru, who was due for release in a few days.
Kairiku sat back up, observing the unhealed cut in Kyoko's cheek that still awaited bandaging. The blonde was a wreck, but she was overjoyed that her mother was going to be fine.
The door to the room slid open to reveal ChibiSuta, a concerned smile gracing her face. "The Council is sending a group of Jedi to Theed so they can remove our... encounter... from the Naboo's memories." At Kairiku's confused expression, the taller girl elaborated. "They'll use mind tricks to convince the citizens that we were never there. We'll remain a rumor, nothing more."
Kairiku smiled with relief. "Good. Thanks for telling me." She paused, her melancholy returning. "I was so scared, Suta. If Tuxedo Jedi had come one moment later, Kyoko would've died. My mother would be dead. And I don't know if I could handle that."
"But she didn't. She'll be fine." ChibiSuta placed a comforting hand on her friend's back. As the blonde began to cry, the two exchanged hopeful smiles.
It would be fine.
More about the senshi in this story:
Kairiku/Kairi-chan/Sailor Chibi Naboo
ChibiSuta/Suta/Sailor Corellia
Emi/Sailor Sith Eimin
Kousotsu/Tuxedo Jedi
Annika/Sailor Bakura
Seiun/Sailor Coruscant
Xarae/Sailor Iridonia
Yukiko/Sailor Hoth
Numako/Numa-chan/Sailor Dagobah
Kyoko/Sailor Naboo
Koumi/Sailor Kessel
Priire/Aster/Sailor Asteroid
Ippin/Sailor Yavin
Chikako/Sailor Myrkr
Zyta/Sailor Tatooine
Oola/Sailor Ryloth
Nami/Sailor Calamari
Audra/Sailor Alderaan
Hisui/Sailor Vjun
Nom/Sailor Dathomir
Cammy/Sailor X
Chakra/Sailor Chibi Dathomir
Kendra/Kougo Ada
Maiko
Mika/Sailor Yavin IV
Mistique/Sailor Sith Vortex
Bakeru/Sailor Death Star
