(This battle takes place before the Nega announcement of no more need for starseed hunting)

It was a lonely Friday night, and SuperSailor Scylla was spending it on the streets of Destiny City. It was downtown, and she was haunting the area near the Public Library, skipping from one place to the next. It was a game she was playing witrh herself tonight; if she could see her own shadow, someone else could see her too. In terms of traffic, well, it was a Friday. It was downtown. There were clubgoers, and moviegoers, there were homeless people and genuine bums (She differentiated.) Guys and girls, teens and old people, couples and singles looking for love. There were hookers every so often, littering the streets carefully, and she watched as a car stopped and one of the women got in the car with the driver. An old man was walking his dog, and she watched him leave the waste where it landed. Illegal, but who was going to say anything? She was out and about tonight to watch for danger to human lives, not to be Captain Planet.

Her boots clicked on the sidewalk and she ducked into an alley as a flashing red light went by. Policemen were out and about on Friday nights as well, which was the reason she was playing her 'You don't see me' game. There had been four cop cars out front of the movie theater, and a couple within a block of the club. She'd watched them circle the club for five minutes, not even noticing the woman getting mugged half a block away. Samaritan Scylla had made a brief appearance, and then left. Some drunks were pushing an equally drunk bum around, shoving him dangerously close to the street- it hadn't been hard to turn the tables on them and get the man back on the sidewalk and tucked into his box in the nearby alley. She might have left him money, but all the bottles told her where it was likely to go. How sad.

Nights were noisy in Destiny City. One could think of them as peaceful, but that was because the people who lived here had become acclimated, and learned to drown out the sounds of technology and violence. After almost one full and peaceful week in the countryside of France, Destiny City was loud, but familiar. It was her home, and had been for the better part of her life. A dumpster clanged, and a low cry, and she glanced down one of the alleyways warily, turning her back to the street briefly as a car went by. She almost thought she could spy a human figure, sprawled on the ground.