27: Epiphany
27: Epiphany
I am Sailor Kastalle, sister
to sailors everywhere.
All those in the readership
know that I am the faithful editor and owner of the Sailor Sentinel, and have
been so since its inception by myself and three other sisters four years ago.
The readership, they who have followed us through our forming periods, has
helped to spread this publication to places all over the civilized universe. It
is the fastest growing private syndicate written by a sailor soldier for both
the soldier and civilian population. As such, we have taken great pains to find
quality information, and have also prided ourselves in the truth as we have
seen it.
However, today marks the
beginning of a new era. The beginning of a new crusade. The beginning of the
end to what the Sailor Sentinel shall call the galactic tyrant.
What, the readers may ask,
may I be talking about? What type of tyranny could possibly spread around the
entire galaxy? What thing could affect the lives of trillions of civilians and
my sisters even as I write this?
I shall tell you. But first,
I must speak of what I have learned, what I have kept inside me for some time
now, to the point where I simply cannot contain it anymore.
As we all know, the Great
Matter - the trial of the satanic sailor whom I have loathed to call a true
sister to the cause of the soldier, she known as Tsukinousagi - has dominated
our publication, and many other publications, for the time being. I, of course,
have had a personal grievance towards this child. As a true sister and devoted
follwer of the way of the soldier exemplified by the Seemarin, I was appalled
and angry when word of her transgressions first reached me. Since that moment,
I have vowed many times over to ensure that you, citizens and fellow sisters,
would know her, to ensure that her name would be remembered for her sins, that
she would be the first heathen to be destroyed in the new quest to bring
eternal peace and civilization to the entire universe. It was a cause I would
give my life for, and I know that many others would do so as well!
And so, I dedicated myself
to this cause. It was I who first reported the case to the people. It is I who
reported of Kepe's involvement with the prosecution, and of those who would
defend the evil one. It is I who came from the first hearing with the
information on the Number Two transgression. It is I who stood outside of the
Court of Justice every day, getting information from everyone I could about
witnesses, deliberations, as well as speculated rumors surrounding the case and
others involved in it as well.
Such was my love for the
cause that I cared for little else. Such was my fervent belief that, when one
day, a package with a book inside it was delivered to my office, I could not
believe what I would eventually read.
I did not know who sent me
the book. The package was unmarked. But the book was unmistakable. It was a
copy of a journal banned by the Seemarin for sailors to even associate
themselves with.
Though most do not wish to
acknowledge it, I do admit the name of this book - Ile tybalt seema, The Galactic Tyrant - was written by a true sailor by the name of
Castrapo. The name should be familiar; she was yesterday sentenced to death for
spreading false rumors on the great Seemarin, and condemned as a false soldier,
a pretender.
But, my good friends, my
readers, this struck a pain deep within me. I knew Castrapo; I had fought with
her on Festri when I first became a sailor soldier, and I had kept some contact
with her since. I was shocked when I learned that she was to be tried for such
a crime. It seemed odd, for Castrapo was, herself, a leading member of the
Seemarin!
Yet I was asked by the
Seemarin official I spoke to not to let information of that particular trial be
brought out until sentencing. Why?
-We wish for the population
not to bother themselves with a trivial matter, the official, whose name I
shall not reveal, told me that day. -There is no reason to be troubled over
this affair; there are greater ones that you could report on.
Yet, when I pressed for his
reasons, he simply shut his door on me, and I have not been able to contact
this man ever since.
That affair made me
suspiscious. I could not understand why the Seemarin seemed unwilling to give
information out on the trial. So, when I received the book, for it was after I
learned of sister Castrapo's trial, I read it, curious to see what my friend
was saying.
What I learned........I will
not.....cannot write.....specifically. It is too terrible to be totally honest
right now. But it opened my eyes to a terrible realization: we are all in grave
danger.
We are in danger of being
destroyed. There is a threat so ominous, so horrible, that it can swallow up
the entire civilized universe without us even realizing it. It is already
happened. Look at the chaos and violence that sweeps through the streets of our
worlds, how citizen is pitted against citizen, how sister is played off against
sister!
And it is through the
galactic tyrant that this is being allowed. Who, thought by now, you begin to
realize who it is. Who is the galactic tyrant?
It is they who have ignored
the Astramort, though admittingly, the Astramort is nothing. It is they who
have imposed upon the civilized world a process of thought control which has
made the many worlds bow to them without question. It is they who have caused
the situation by shifting the topic of their incompetence to something that
would entice the public to forget this institution's shortcomings.
Yes. It is they whom I speak
of. For in their desperation to cover up the truth of the situation, they chose
a misguided, ignorant child to make an example of. There is little speculation
of what her sentence will be. She will be found guilty.
But she is only a small
piece of the puzzle. There is far more to it, and if the Seemarin struck at
where the true enemy was, the problem would have ceased long ago. But the
Seemarin would rather us think that our worlds will be safe if we simply banish
a backwards Vika off without an afterthought. That their problems will be solved.
But no. Their problem is
great, so great that they can no longer control the consequences. And what is
worse, they are hiding the truth from you, the people. From the people who
deserve to know. You, the reader.
I admit my guilt in being a
part of the thought control which has kept the reader from questioning what -
who - is the real threat to society, and why the Seemarin so wishes not to
acknowledge it. Why they are really allowing a mockery of a
Great Matter to fester. But no more.
Starting tomorrow, I will
reveal the truth here in the Sailor Sentinel - the truth about the shadow which
threatens us all, and the galactic tyrant that has us blind to the truth. No
longer shall we print the news of Tsukinouusagi. Starting tomorrow, the pieces
shall be brought into place, and the readers shall know. You shall all know
this one terrible fact: that the Seemarin is little more than a despicable ruin
of its former glory.
This I, Sailor Kastalle, do
swear, and I shall stand by what I now say until the day I fall down dead!
-
Those
are the exact words of her editorial, down to the letter.
One
cannot read those words without feeling a great deal of shock. Naturally, it
was far more shocking to us, as we were stepped in the events which transpired
everything that was happening to the world we knew. But what made the shock
resonate was the fact of who Sailor Kastalle had been, and what she had stood
for.
As
I had mentioned before, Kastalle was very anti-Tsukino Usagi. She was not only
one who spoke ill against her, she was also a part of organizations that worked
to spread hatred against her, and was an executive member of no less a group
than BaTBi. She was a leading figure in the fight to get rid of Sailor Moon.
As
such, the rammifications of such words that Kastalle wrote were staggering. To
change one's mind in such a way - to change sides - was a dangerous game,
especially in the public eye, where everyone would eventually know. To speak of
such things against the Seemarin alone would get her into serious trouble with
her fellow soldiers. A publication could
face its complete demise in such a situation, and its leaders siphoned off to
jail for many, many years.
-My......oh..........
I
felt ill. I had to get up, and leave somehow. I had to get back to Mehsheh and
think about what was happening. It was especially important because I could not
understand the connection between the Astramort and Kastalle. An idea arose
that they may have sent the book, but in terms of how they knew about the editorial,
I did not fathom.
As
I stood up, however, another piece of paper fell out of the Sentinel and fell
on the table with a hard thud. Curious, I picked it up and read it.
BE AT THE SAILOR SENTINEL
PUBLISHER BUILDING ON KASTALLE TONIGHT AT 2200.I felt something hard
underneath the paper. USE THIS KEY TO ENTER INTO
THE BUILDING. DO NOT DELAY. FROM YOUR NEW BEST FRIENDS.
I
gave a gulp at this. Go to Kastalle?
-HEY!
HEEY!!
I
turned around, and gave a gasp. Sailor Bora was several tables to the left of
me, with a civilian man. She had in her hands a copy of the Sailor Sentinel,
which she was ripping to shreds. I was horrified, not in the least because I
thought she was supposed to be in court.
-G-GIVE
THAT BACK!!!! The man tried in vain to retrive it. -BITCH! I PAID GOOD MONEY
FOR THAT!
-You
fools. Bora simply seemed to not care. -You shouldn't be reading such garbage.
It's all untrue, what Kastalle is saying now.
-STOP
IT!! SOMEONE!!! HELP!!!!
Without
pausing to think about why Bora would be doing it (other than the fact that she
was not on the defense of Tsukino Usagi), I took my leave of the Kastagana
newsstand at that point. With so many people, including the press, gathering to
see what Bora was doing, it was the perfect time to make my escape.
