Time Change Prologue BY: General Peterson MSTIED BY: Seth C. Triggs a.k.a. Lefty CO-MSTIED BY: Jamie Jeans a.k.a. JOLT!!! JAMIE JEANS: This is my fourth shared MSTing and my second team up with Lefty and I must say that I enjoy working with him. It is certainly nice having someone to do all the riffs while I just concentrate on the host segments. SETH C. TRIGGS: Aye!! Another Sailor Moon Self-insertion!! Oh, well. *This* should be fun. LEGAL STUFF: All the characters and concepts of Mystery Science Theater 3000 belongs to Best Brains Inc. Please do not sue us for we are merely borrowing your characters and not making any claim on them. This fanfic belongs to the author who made it... enough said. Now, on to the story!!! ________________________________________________________________________ DEEP 13 Tired and exhausted from his work into the wee hours of the morning, Dr. Forrester carefully placed the tiny drop of black liquid into the beaker of light blue fluid. Immediately the liquid took on a nearly deep red in color. Wiping sweat away from his eyes, he took a needle and filled it with the beaker's contents. From there, he injected the last needle into his latest invention and sat back to watch it take form. Slowly and surely, the work of evil took form before his eyes, molding and squirming like a line animal that was caged and wanted freedom. He waited, watching with glee as the creation took on the shape of... A cake. He grinned at his genius and rolled the tray with the invention in front of the camera, confident that he would catch his prey off guard. "Frank! Get out here and get the experiment ready!" TV's Frank walked out of his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and nodded wearily. Dr. Forrester looked in disdain at the blue housecoat and moose slippers he was wearing, wondering why he had gotten the worst of the lot of Evil Scientist Assistants. "Now, it's time to call up my little guinea pigs." Rubbing his hands together, he released an evil cackle and slapped the button which opened up the link to the SOL. SATELLITE OF LOVE Bleary eyed and tired, Mike Nelson, formerly of the Happy go Lucky Temp Agency, stumbled from his room and up to the bridge, shrugging on his green jumpsuit as he went. There was only one person who would call at this hour of the morning, only one person who would call at all, and that call was usually followed by an experiment of the painful kind. As soon as he reached the bridge, he tapped the button for comm control and opened up channels to Tom and Crow's rooms. He didn't bother to wake up Gypsy up since she wasn't needed, but he would need the other bots help. "Time to wake up guys. Dr. F is calling." Loud snores was the only response he got over the comm. "Come on guys, wake up." Again, he received only snores. Feeling a bit irritated, Mike adjusted the volume in the two rooms to full before speaking again. "I SAID, WAKE UP GUYS!" Shouts of pain arose from the comm system, quickly followed by cursing and grumbling. Grinning slightly, he tapped the blinking red button and fought to keep a yawn from escaping. "Morning *yawn* Dr. Forrester." DEEP 13 "Good morning, Nelson. Sorry to have to wake you at such an hour, well not really, but I had to show this new invention. Since I see that the bots aren't there yet, I'll go first." Turning to his assistant, the scientist nodded and Frank, in a happy mode to be such an active participant in the Invention Exchange, began to eat the triple layer fudge cake. "As you can see here, Frank has decided to volunteer his services in testing my new invention." As soon as two fork fulls of the cake had been swallowed, the cake rumbled a bit and grew back the eaten portions. A bit confused at first, Frank quickly took this as a good sign and continued to eat the cake, confusion changing to delight as the cake regrew what was eaten off. "I have created the ultimate evil in the form of this self-regenerating, triple layer, chocolate fudge cake! Why, who in the world can resist chocolate cake? And once I release this invention on an unsuspecting public, not only will I make millions selling these cakes, but people will grow too fat eating them! And I don't have to tell you how easy it will be to take over a world full of fat people, now do I? BWAHAHAHAHA!!!" Frank suddenly gave an eep of surprise and backed away from the cake, which had doubled in size and was now rumbling ominously. SATELLITE OF LOVE "What's he laughing about?" Tom asked, hovering onto the bridge. "Oh, he made a self regenerating cake," Mike said. "That's not a very evil invention," Crow commented, joining Tom and Mike. "Well ours, sir, comes from the simple problem of wanting to keep stuff and not having the room to store it," Mike began, bending down to pick up a doorframe wit a door set into it. "Borrowing the idea from Washu's subspace lab," Tom continued. "We made a subspace pocket the size of the Toronto Sky Dome. In here, you can pack away everything you've collected over a life time of living and still have room to move in and live comfortably." Mike set the doorframe in front of Cambot and opened the door, revealing a huge space about the size of the aforementioned building. Inside, one could glimpse various pieces of junk such as piles of underwear, old TV sets, and even a broken down, rusting car. "What do you think sirs?" Crow asked. DEEP 13 Dr. Forrester was practically fuming with rage, so mad, in fact, that he did not wonder how Mike had made a subspace pocket. If such an invention were to be released, millions of homeless people would have places to live, and radioactive waste and other hazardous waste could be safely stored away. There was also the fact that humans could take up less room on Earth and allow nature to reclaim a large part of it, making the world greener and healthier then before. Taking a few moments to regain his cool, Dr. Forrester addressed Mike and the bots. "Not bad, Mike. Anyhow, your experiment is the beginning of massive hurting from an author known only as General Peterson. Frank, send them the pain." Edging around the still growing cake, Frank slapped the button to send up the fanfic. SATELLITE OF LOVE "Oh! We've got fanfic sign," everyone shouted as they rushed into the theater. (DOOR SEQUENCE) 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Hello! I'm General Peterson MIKE: Any relation to Colonel Mustard? TOM: Wow! That was a nice introduction. CROW: Not like some other authors we could name. Usual Disclaimers - This story itself is mine! mine! mine! CROW: Well, you're welcome to it, buddy. Any other characters you do not know is mine also (unless I say so). Sailormoon is owned by its lucky owners Naoko Takeuchi/Kodasha and TOEI Animations. Indroduced to the U.S by D.I.C. TOM: Butchered by D.I.C. MIKE: You'll never forgive them for that, will you Crow? CROW: Not by the hairs of my chinny, chin, chin! Indroduction MIKE: Followed closely by the ending. This story starts in the future and evolves in the past when a time change occured. CROW: ARRRGGHH!! It's Artemis's Lover all over again!! TOM: Relax, Crow... You can send flames,comments,ideas and others to g_peterson@geocities.com or visit my web page at www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Pagoda/2790 MIKE: Ideas? Lose the obsession? CROW: Mike, it hasn't started yet. Time Change Prologue -------------------- TOM: Like _Time Chasers_, only worse. Let's start the story ! MIKE: Let's not and say we did! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CROW: That's a *hell* of a road!! In the realm of darkness, where none would go, TOM: Downtown Buffalo? held a prisoner. It was imprisoned for its evil deeds. TOM: Well of course it was put away for evil deeds. Not like an innocent person would be caged away or anything. The seal was unbreakable by anyone, except the highest royalty in the entire universe. MIKE: *Highest* royalty? I don't know of many royals that smoke weed, but a lot of 'em drink... The monstrosity still remembered it's day of arrival to this dimensional prison. CROW: The flight was overbooked, the food tasted terrible, and the only movie they had was WaterWorld. Trapped through time and space, no one could even reach there through conventional ways. CROW: This is beginning to sound like "Minako: Warrior, Princess, Sidekick?!?!" TOM: If Sailor Xena is in this, I'll puke. During the transportation to the dimensional prison, the evil being felt the evil it had done. CROW: Evil Tree! Evil lunch! Evil stick! But it did not even try to make up for it, it wanted revenge against it's imprisoners. MIKE: [evil guy] You can't snicker-snag me and get away with it!! The molecules of power MIKE: She's got the power... power... power... held within the evil being were slowly crushed. The being itself tried to resist the magic which attacked it, but it was futile. CROW: *THRILL* as some evil guy is slowly crushed by the laws of physics!! The monster tried to recreate itself but failed. MIKE: Looking down, the monster realized it had tried recreating itself with the clutch pushed in. Even though it had lost all it's power, it still practiced the art of dark magic. CROW: How can magic be dark? It is, after all, only energy and thus, can be used for either good or evil purposes. The energy itself cannot be classified as either dark or light, good or evil... only its usage can. TOM: An *ok* rant. I'll give it a 5.4. The experience was much needed for it's revenge plan. TOM: [evil guy] I've got it! I'll give them the biggest wedgie they've ever had!! The creature had a name, during it's reign, Queen Metallia. MIKE: [imitates guitar solo] CROW: That's *Metallia*, not *Metallica*, Mike. MIKE: Sorry. Controlling many galaxies, through a Earthling named Beryl, a descendent of the Earth's royal family. TOM: One king for the whole Earth?! Metallia was humiliated by other evil lords who had failed to conquer the entire universe. MIKE: They put whoopie cushions and thumb tacks on her seat. She wanted revenge against the Moon Kingdom Royal Family and its allies, especially the princess of the late Silver Millenium, Princess Serenity. CROW: This seems *very* familiar! TOM: Gee, I can't figure out what world this is involving. Daughter to the great ruler of the Silver Millenium, a few millenia ago. MIKE: Right now, these people are very, very old. Queen Serenity had given up her life to save her daughter, her protectors, the sailor senshi, the prince of the Earth Royal Family and his protectors. MIKE: As well as the caterers, cooks, craftsmen... The sailor senshi had been the friends and protectors to the princess. They had a part in destroying Metallia and her realm. TOM: [Rei] Hey, jerky... we want more air-time!! We demand better parts in fight scenes! But this had changed during the years. At one time, Metallia's extreme power had almost succeeded to break the seal that had imprisoned her, MIKE: Better fix that up with duct tape... but one man came and thwarted her plans of escape, General Peterson. TOM: And... we have self-insertion! CROW: And the crowd goes wild! ALL: Yay. Metallia did not know him at all, she underestimated him. CROW: [Metallia] I have to. That's what bad guys do. He had power to control the dimension and maybe the universe. CROW: I'm sensing an *extreme* god complex here. He imprisoned her again and this time, sealing the prison completely. MIKE: Did he use duct tape? She had learned about this General Peterson through many evil kings and queens that lost in the hands of the general. MIKE: ['da Bishop] But it was too late... She still remembered the conversation. *FLASHBACK* TOM: This fic is in *FLASHBACK-VISION!!!* "You underestimated the arch-mage. This brought your loss," an old king said. MIKE: And here I thought it was five girls in short fukus. Silly me. He had changed during the years, changing sides from evil to good. He was to be free from the dimensional prison in a few months. CROW: So... he got paroled? "So, what do you know about this arch-mage ?" Metallia asked. TOM: Not much. Oh, were you expecting some info? Go to the old King next door. CROW: Wait a second, if this guy is good, then how come he's telling Metallia all he knows about the arch-mage? MIKE: Details, details... He did not hesitate, "The arch-mage is very powerful. He was also the Prince to the Imperial Government. The Star Crystal had been handed down to him by his father ..." MIKE: A good friend. CROW: Oh! A cubic Zercornia! He was interupted by Metallia saying, "Are you sure he is a prince to the Imperial Government ? His power must have come from the Star Crystal." TOM: [Metallia] It must, or we would have no plot point. The old king replied, CROW: Bite me! "No, that general's power came from himself. He visited every civilization in the universe to learn and improve himself. It took him two MILLION years to complete it. CROW: Hey, Mike... haven't humans only existed for that long? MIKE: Don't ask me. His life was tormenting but he had succeeded in fufilling his father's wish, to hold all information about the civilizations in the universe." TOM: But there are billions and billions of stars... galaxies... MIKE: Stop. You'll hurt yourself. Metallia now knew that he was powerful, beyond anyone's dreams. TOM: So she decided not to attack him and the story ended. MIKE: Not with our luck. If she could gain control of him .... Her thoughts were diminished almost immediately, CROW: Hmmm... The wattage is getting low in there. she knew that he was uncontrollable. His mind was surely shielded and of course, he was a royalty of the Imperial Government, the most noble family in the universe. CROW: [British accent] But we don't have a king... we have an autonomous democracy... *END OF FLASHBACK* ALL: YES!! After a few thousand years, Metallia had found a way to escape from the prison. MIKE: She used her *Get out of Jail* card. She had perfected her time travel abilities and could escape to the past or future. She decided to return to the time of her dreadful loss to the sailor senshi. TOM: Don't they always? MIKE: I have a feeling of what's going to happen... Before escaping through the tine gate which she created she shouted, "I will get my revenge." CROW: Promise? ************* TOM: Nope. Not going to say it... Peter decided to return to Crystal Tokyo after his long trip. After two million years, anyone could feel bored. MIKE: From reading this fic. He teleported into the Royal Palace of Crystal Tokyo. TOM: Surprising the guards who, in their shock, accidentally mistook him for an enemy and killed him. MIKE: Feeling dark today? He had been accepted by the Queen and her guards, the sailor senshi after briefing them about his status. CROW: And then *de*-briefing them... MIKE: Crow, come on. The Queen had asked him to pick which position he wanted in the entire Crystal Empire. MIKE: Center rink! He had merely chosen to become a Supreme Lord General. CROW: Can't become too godlike too quickly... He used his full name, General Peterson Star. He created the Star Command Centre to monitor the universe for any disturbances. TOM: *Peterson Star*? MIKE: At least it's not Ace Goodheart. One day, the computers found an intrusion in time. Sailor Pluto allowed the intruder to enter, MIKE: Even though it was someone who was going to harm the Sailor Senshi? TOM: She must be getting lax in her work. CROW: Maybe she needs a day off? knowing that the time lines were to be continued chronologically. This intrusion to the past was nescessary for Time to continue. CROW: Oh, so...*WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TELLING *US* FOR?!! TOM: Settle down, Crow... ------------------------------------------------------------------------- End for now. MIKE: Which we are all thankful for. Sorry, this is just the prologue, the start of the fanfic. Its quite short. TOM: Thanks for telling us that, Peterson. We never could have figured out that little fact had you not told us. Send e-mail, good or bad to general_p@hotmail.com or visit my webpage at www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Pagoda/2790. MIKE: Well, I don't know... CROW: Hey, wasn't his e-mail address g_peterson@geocities.com before? TOM: Who cares? MIKE: Exactly. Let's leave, guys. (DOOR SEQUENCE) 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... "Well, that was short," Crow commented. "And not too bad either, even with the self-insertion," Tom added. "If anything, it was a fairly typical self-insertion into an anime world," Mike concluded. "What do you think sirs," Crow asked. DEEP 13 "Frank! Do something," Dr. Forrester said. Frank, armed with only a fork, charged the chocolate fudge cake, which was now the height of Michael Jordon and as wide as a car was long, only to be knocked aside. The assistant flew through the air and landed on the control board, pressing the button. BLIP!!! FWOOOSSSHHH!!! \ / \ / \ / 0 / \ / \ / \ "You idiot! I meant something intelligent," Dr. Forrester shouted. ________________________________________________________________________ And another one bites the dust! The next one is Chapter one of this little series. Send any C & C to Jamie Jeans: xwing@uniserve.com Seth C. Triggs: trigsc41@buffalostate.edu