Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Geo-Moon Chronicles ❯ A Quick Prologue ( Prologue )

"I've been around for quite some time, for the last twenty years I've been an aimless wanderer, ever since my home world was destroyed," I said, in response to the man's question from across the bar.

"An entire world, destroyed?"

"Well, not the planet itself, but all of it's inhabitants, except for me and my crew members, we originally numbered in the hundreds of thousands, now, after the destruction was over, there's only about two hundred of us left," I kicked the tip of my sheath with my heel and caught the sword in mid air laying it down on the bar.

"You are an old war dog, aint ya?" He replied watching me take the shot down in one swallow and slam the glass back down on the bar. I turned to the side and lit a cigarette. The match illuminated my face, once picture perfect, now just a collection grounds for scars of my previous battles. The black eye patch I wore covered the most hideous of those scars.

"Stranger, you have no idea what kind of war dog I am," I laughed, exhaling the smoke and turning back to him placing my elbows on the bar. "Pour me a glass of brandy and I'll tell ya all about it, though," I smiled at him, he admired my teeth for a moment. At least they had remained picture perfect throughout all of my crusades, I wondered to myself how long it would be before they lost their youth as well. The barkeep poured a glass of brandy and set it down in front of me. I picked it up and stared at it for a minute before taking a sip.

"So, stranger," he started, "what's your name?"

"The name is Jamison Andrew Geo, son, and now I'll tell you about how I came to be here," I started.