2X80
Of course of the end of supervillainy was good for the world. To Starstriker Sarah, nothing could be more obvious.
Sure, the United Front For Global Freedom as heavily state-aligned guardian union had its fair share of controversies. But you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. And the global eradication of every major supervillain organization... who could argue with that effectiveness? Other arguments like the "magic is necessary to society" thing- Sarah thought that was a bunch of hogwash. People would get over the end of magical girls. And Sarah would bask in the security of her pension for the rest of her magically extended days.
2X81
One year had passed since the end of supervillainy. And it truly was the end. Even small time villains were no more. Sarah assumed they had been arrested, one by one, or disappeared some other way. Amazing what the United Front For Global Freedom could do in the span of one new year to the next. Sarah was excited for finally end her career for good.
2X90
It was the ten year anniversary of the end of supervillainy. Sarah recollected- Villains. Magical girls. That was truly a different era. And with the end of one age, certain things were slowly disappearing from the public eye. Magical mascots. Magic itself. And of course, villains were already gone.
Of course, some people did wildly speculate that some new evil would replace the villains. Megacorps. Disgruntled ex-magical girls. The United Front For Global Freedom, in some conspiracies.
It was all too ridiculous. Sarah thought some folks were too cynical of changing times. Too cynical of peace.
2X99
It was almost the twentieth anniversary of the end of villainy. Sarah was ringing in the new year at a special event at the United Front For Global Freedom Peace Plaza. Ostensibly, Magical Guardians were invited from all over the world. It was a great opportunity to reminisce with her old team. She just wished the whole team could have made it. She hadn't heard from Emily or Lily in over a decade.
At the stroke of midnight, Sarah and the other guardians gathered around the Peace Plaza's Grand Clock. It was a magical moment. The Grand Clock has a sort of presence- an aura that reminded Sarah of her old crime-fighting days.
The clock chimed with an otherworldly stateliness. Sarah could feel the weight of a new age roll through her.
1999
This was bullshit. Her pension payment was nullified.
She didn't care if the new popular talking point was "magical girls didn't contribute anything to society." Learn your history! Plus, she had a contract! And she was going to get paid, goddamnit- even if she has to spend her whole new year's eve on the phone.
1999
How many years had Sarah been looking for work? Only one, according to her records. But it felt like forever. But how was she supposed to find a job? She had squandered her first 30 years of life... LARPing? Her memory of it all was fuzzy.
Oh well. Complaining wasn't going to make her more employable. Or help her learn Nanosoft Office.
1999
"I dug up your file. Its really funny to see where people end up sometimes."
This damn recruiter. Sarah tried to give her best professional smile. But she was desperate- and hungry- enough to sit through his talkative bullshit. She would suck his boot if it meant landing a real job.
"Yeah, I got records on you from the United Front For Global Freedom." Sarah had no idea why a weapons contractor would have a file on her "Apparently they like you enough to put in a good word for you- at one of their subsidies, Millennium Corp."
Sarah didn't care if this slimeball claimed she was the queen of England. If it got her a job, she couldn't care less.
"It's an simple enough job. Just some data entry. Even someone with your skillset should be able to do it. Just sign here."
The dodgy man finally shut up. Sarah signed without hesitation.
The recruiter grinned ear to ear, as though this whole conversation was a big joke "They'll be expecting you next Monday. And remember the motto- The next Millennium is always just around the corner."
