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The air was thick with the scent of Brine, the cool, refreshin ocean air... Well cold, compared to autumn on Earth, but it was peaceful. Waves lapped at the ancient docks, massive vessels somehow, possibly magically, still afloat. The ships hid so many secrets and yet their other treasures were open to her eye, thje harbor a rocky series of crags off the ocean's island. The land further inland never ventured far, and was laden with grass and trees, but no sound of a beast came from bushes, no cries of gulls... Nothing but the waves and a breeze.

Limosa walked through her empty kingdom, looking around. It was abandoned, as it in the middle of daily activity. The markets were barren of people calling to and fro, the goods remaining. The fisher's nets empty, abandoned -- and the taverns horrifyingly empty save the liquid spirits within. It felt as though Limosa's heady seaport was abandoned in mere seconds before the Senshi returned.

So, Limosa took a pull-elevator up a tower, high, high into the area of thetop, feeling almosr naughty exploring an important room -- however th3e senshi entered to a scent that almost welcomed -- old wood, weak spices, the sea, the ink...

She moved to large picturesque windows, looking out to the sea and over the city, banners marking the city hanging on the walls. The position felt right, looking out over the sea; as if she belonged.

Perhjaps she did.

The Admirtal's heavy coat weighed on her skin, the burly woman studying the sea port preparing for fightin -- always preparing, and who could fault them? Theirs was a nation founded by merchants, mariners, and pirates, a seaport free of slavery, of discrimination. Native Limosan walked among people of other stars, but never, never was a soul taken to their city to live unwillingly as slaves. Of course, they liberated goods from the other stars, but the sea -- any sea, in her mind -- was theirs to command and rule, the masters of the wind, the water. Her people need not fear, for in times of crisis the great Limosan fleet assembled into their champions -- from seafaring pirates and mercvhants and fishers to the true terrors of the sea, the finest, in her mind, navy in the planetary system. To sea them sail as one brought joy to her wild heart, the Admiral sighing fondly. Their senshi had fought hard to become their leader, battling the captains and fighting to continue the tradition of the wisest, and strongest as Admiral, but rarely, rarely did their senshi seize hjer crown and stand to rule them.

She had. And they prospered. She instilled systems for the impoverished, she saw to it the poor were safe, given honest work on land -- and even pleased when tyhey returned to sea. She found the shipless farms and turned her people into a proud band. Her eyes glanced into the diustance, a moment to watch the sky, and smiled. Red sky, a brilliant red for night.

A delight.

Sailor Limosa gasped, stepping back in surprise as she looked around, then swallowed.

Her... Memory? How.. Had she remembered it? Still, the office felt right. It felt like she belonged, and for a few minutes she remained before leaving again. Something told her she needed to do this. Perhaps the feeling was right.