Super Sailor Kallichore was a regular in this part of town. She knew its alleyways, its shopping district and its side streets like the back of her hand. It was a little left of center just like she was, with a certain middle class, bargain-bin flair to it. Kallichore herself was stationed on one end of a strip mall atop the highest building in the area - a jewelry store she could never remember the name of. It had a high decorative tower that she used as a perch when patrolling through here. On her breaks, she would sit up in the tower and keep an eye on the expansive parking lot below her. Most of the time, she'd catch glimpses of roaming senshi, but hardly any other activity.

She liked to think they'd cleaned up this end of town, but that would be giving their side too much credit. The Ngeaverse had a habit of sprouting back up like so many weeds and it drove Kallichore to frustration. It seemed that no matter how hard they tried, the scores seemed to be rather even, or so she thought. The super senshi decided not to dwell too much on it and enjoy the breeze that crept through the strip mall that night. It was warm and soothing.

Keeping an ear out for anything suspicious, Kallichore would perform an area scan every ten minutes or so to keep track of whatever was moving out there. If it came close, she could at least tell where on the power scale the individual was, and what side they were on. While she wasn't near the top in terms of power by any means, she'd been training extensively. If they were a friend, they would be welcomed. If not, then Kallichore would have to size up the situation before deciding how to act.