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Sailor Moon Sailor Stars - Dark Calculation Act - 3 --- Victor Octide stood outside the room where the Three Lights had been left waiting. Grabbing the door handle, he briefly glanced over to see the two women he had passed by entering the room where he had left Chiasa. Curious, he dismissed the thought as he turned the door handle and reentered the room with Khloe and Eva following behind him. He saw that both Ada and Lara had now arrived in the room as he said, “My apologies for keeping you three waiting.” “Is Chiasa not going to join us?” inquired Seiya as Eva closed the door. “He had some work to continue with and did not wish to intrude despite my reassurances that he wouldn’t be,” the businessman falsely answered convincingly, as he approached the table with the two women flanking him. Standing in front of his chair, he said, “Perhaps it’s a good time to get down to business?” “Quite so,” agreed Taiki as everyone but the two assistants sat down. Once they were comfortable

Sailor Moon Sailor Stars - Dark Calculation Act – 2 --- A trio of glowing red eyes soon became visible as whoever it was spoke with a voice filled with malevolent confidence, “Oh, Sailor Pluto, you have no idea just who you’re dealing with.” Standing on guard, Sailor Pluto watched as Zethus emerged from the fog. The Arcanite was taller than anyone the Time Guardian had seen before, but that was not important. What was important were the familiar symbols belonging to the Chaos Gods on his person.  “I know who you are, Slave to Darkness. You and your kind are not welcome here!” Sailor Pluto sharply replied, gripping the Garnet Rod as she raised it into the air with both of her hands. A small whirlwind began to encircle the Garnet Orb at the top of the key-shaped staff, coalescing into a purple orb of energy. As she levelled the key-shaped staff at him, she whispered, “Dead Scream!” as an orb shot out and flew towards the intruder at high speed.  In response to this, Zethus calmly

In the not-so-distant future, in the Empyrean Galaxy… Walking on the harsh surface of the volcanic world of Repmus, a being known simply as Zethus approached a ruined temple defiled by the servants of the Chaos gods. Desecrated and ravaged by the course of time as the rest of the world had been, once, several millennia ago, it stood as a place of worship for the Reploids of old. Now, it stood on the twin planet of Repulus as a shadow of what once was and could have been. Undeterred, the harsh blowing winds and warm air were nothing for the seven-foot-tall Chaos Sorcerer of Tzeentch. His expression was unreadable as he was covered in a dark blue robe with a gold trim that lightly flapped in the wind with a similarly coloured shoulder and collar armour. His face was covered in a stylised bone-coloured skull helm with three horns sticking out of it and a twin-horned crest at the back. The only hint that someone was under there was three eyes, which unnaturally glowed red. Upon reaching