Haruka closed her journal with a grim face. She'd wanted to dismiss the threat, but Tonks-san wasn't likely to make up stories like that. And with Michiru's feeling that something bad was going to happen as well, she couldn't discount it. She turned to Michiru, who was just finishing her morning toiletries, and held out her henshin wand. "Time to get going," she said. Her own wand was tightly gripped in her other hand. "There's a garage on the resort; if we can get a motorcycle, we can ride along the edge of the resort and stop them before they come inside, hopefully."
Once Michiru had taken her wand, Haruka held hers up in the air. "Uranus Star Power, Make-Up!" she cried. In the blink of an eye, she was clothed in her battle fuku. She summoned her space sword to her hand, then reached out for Michiru's - no, Sailor Neptune's - gloved fingers. They raced from their room toward the garage. Uranus ran at top speed, knowing Neptune could keep up. She pulled up short before they reached the garage, however. A small group of lizard-men were advancing toward them from the opposite direction. They paused and looked at her oddly, heads tilting to the right in unison. "At least they aren't as disturbing as the last few phages," she commented, bending at the knee in a battle stance. She glanced at her partner. "Are they real?"