Not exactly Sailor Moon SIs, but one of the players in our IST game runs a professional military type who also happens to be a tough Romanian werewolf, Major Thibor Sawchyk. He wrote an amusing piece where the London IST base commander - who dislikes him almost as much as Thibor hates him - assigns Thibor (whom he knows to HATE 'cute') to the training of a group of new recruits - an all female high school sentai group known as Team Metric who happen to think "Wolf Hero Thibor" is their idol.
Here's a snippet ...
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0800 IST Classroom Facilities, Great Britain
Walking down the corridor, Thibor went over his plan, step by step. Introduction, tests to determine physical prowess and durability, situational assessment, psychological profiling and if time permitted, lunch. The six P's were covered. Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance. He was armed with regular coffee deliveries, two bottles of
aspirin, in extra-strength, and knock-out-a-horse werewolf strength respectively and a panic switch linked to Simon's PC - and instructions to summon him immediately should it be triggered. Pausing at the door to the classroom, Thibor called on just enough of his wolf to heighten his senses.
The classroom was noisy, but not overwhelming; the sort of sound you would expect from a quintet of schoolgirls about to embark on a grand adventure.
With a final check on his aspirin, Thibor squared his shoulders and entered.
"Good Morning." Thibor said gruffly. The noise in the room died down instantly and five sets of eyes fixed on him. Five sets of very big eyes. Thibor forced himself to look again. Yes. Huge. Most of the aliens that earth had encountered were comfortingly humanoid, but there were always subtle differences. In this case eyes were easily twice as large as those of a human, and unnaturally bright. There was also an unusual aural component, probably due to the additional area the eyelid had to cover in closing, producing a slight 'whicka' noise when any of the girls blinked. The hair was also unusual. Well unusual for human, for a parrot it would probably be fine. Bright red, blue, purple, pink and green; truly appalling shades. It was also disturbing how many of the hairstyles, featuring outrageously overextended bangs and curls, seemed to hang in air, their very presence an affront to the forces of taste and gravity. Testing the air, Thibor couldn't pick up the scent of any hair care products or gels. It was likely that the internal structure of the hair had a much stiffer organic core than humans. Hair care would probably require tools of near industrial strength.
"I am Major Thibor Sawchyk, code named Nightbreed." Thibor continuted. "Will be conducting today's evaluations." The five girls nodded vigorously. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. They all seemed attentive, quiet, and did not exhibit the over the top fascination with gestures and overloud aphorisms that he had noted in his work with Danzaiver.
The manifest leader of the girls, a tall redhead rose to her feet, revealing disproportionately long, albeit shapely legs. Following her lead, the other four stood as well.
"Greetings Wolf Hero Thibor!" They chorused loudly. "We are especially honoured to meet you!"
"I am Beautiful Warrior Senti!" The redhead announced with wide gestures. "Fiery champion of love!"
"Swift Fighter Nano!" The blue-haired girl followed suit. "Lovely instrument of fate!"
"Clever Planner Milly!" Her purple hair fluffing out, the third one struck a thoughtful pose. "Clear thinking harbinger of intelligence."
"Stalwart sweetheart Pico." The pink haired girl blew an exaggerated kiss. "I'm cute!"
"Strong Punch Key-lo." The green haired girl struck a classic, bodybuilder's pose. "Imposing pillar of strength and grace."
"We are!" They all chorused, punching their fists in the air. "Team Metric!"
"Wolf hero Thibor." Thibor said under his breath. "Utterly and thoroughly appalled." He cracked open the aspirin in his pocket and dry swallowed two tablets, not bothering to check which ones they were. The girls were looking at him expectantly, as if he was expected to cheer or break into
applause.
"Is taking seats please. Attendance is taken care of." Thibor felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. Wrong aspirin.
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Yes, he had a lot of fun writing the story ...
Here's a snippet ...
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0800 IST Classroom Facilities, Great Britain
Walking down the corridor, Thibor went over his plan, step by step. Introduction, tests to determine physical prowess and durability, situational assessment, psychological profiling and if time permitted, lunch. The six P's were covered. Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance. He was armed with regular coffee deliveries, two bottles of
aspirin, in extra-strength, and knock-out-a-horse werewolf strength respectively and a panic switch linked to Simon's PC - and instructions to summon him immediately should it be triggered. Pausing at the door to the classroom, Thibor called on just enough of his wolf to heighten his senses.
The classroom was noisy, but not overwhelming; the sort of sound you would expect from a quintet of schoolgirls about to embark on a grand adventure.
With a final check on his aspirin, Thibor squared his shoulders and entered.
"Good Morning." Thibor said gruffly. The noise in the room died down instantly and five sets of eyes fixed on him. Five sets of very big eyes. Thibor forced himself to look again. Yes. Huge. Most of the aliens that earth had encountered were comfortingly humanoid, but there were always subtle differences. In this case eyes were easily twice as large as those of a human, and unnaturally bright. There was also an unusual aural component, probably due to the additional area the eyelid had to cover in closing, producing a slight 'whicka' noise when any of the girls blinked. The hair was also unusual. Well unusual for human, for a parrot it would probably be fine. Bright red, blue, purple, pink and green; truly appalling shades. It was also disturbing how many of the hairstyles, featuring outrageously overextended bangs and curls, seemed to hang in air, their very presence an affront to the forces of taste and gravity. Testing the air, Thibor couldn't pick up the scent of any hair care products or gels. It was likely that the internal structure of the hair had a much stiffer organic core than humans. Hair care would probably require tools of near industrial strength.
"I am Major Thibor Sawchyk, code named Nightbreed." Thibor continuted. "Will be conducting today's evaluations." The five girls nodded vigorously. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. They all seemed attentive, quiet, and did not exhibit the over the top fascination with gestures and overloud aphorisms that he had noted in his work with Danzaiver.
The manifest leader of the girls, a tall redhead rose to her feet, revealing disproportionately long, albeit shapely legs. Following her lead, the other four stood as well.
"Greetings Wolf Hero Thibor!" They chorused loudly. "We are especially honoured to meet you!"
"I am Beautiful Warrior Senti!" The redhead announced with wide gestures. "Fiery champion of love!"
"Swift Fighter Nano!" The blue-haired girl followed suit. "Lovely instrument of fate!"
"Clever Planner Milly!" Her purple hair fluffing out, the third one struck a thoughtful pose. "Clear thinking harbinger of intelligence."
"Stalwart sweetheart Pico." The pink haired girl blew an exaggerated kiss. "I'm cute!"
"Strong Punch Key-lo." The green haired girl struck a classic, bodybuilder's pose. "Imposing pillar of strength and grace."
"We are!" They all chorused, punching their fists in the air. "Team Metric!"
"Wolf hero Thibor." Thibor said under his breath. "Utterly and thoroughly appalled." He cracked open the aspirin in his pocket and dry swallowed two tablets, not bothering to check which ones they were. The girls were looking at him expectantly, as if he was expected to cheer or break into
applause.
"Is taking seats please. Attendance is taken care of." Thibor felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. Wrong aspirin.
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Yes, he had a lot of fun writing the story ...