She was a typical, good woman of Crystal Tokyo: She submitted to her
husband, gave her resourses for the greater good when the Queen asked
for them, cooked for banquets, threw away litter, and all she ever
wanted in life, was a loving husband to doate upon, and a child.

Just one.

The woman snuggled the barely 10 minuts old newborn to her sweaty,
exausted chest as she sobbed with all the pain of a mother's sorrow.
Her husband cried as well, as he held is new family.

He had been a good man of Crystal Tokyo, offering services to the
senshi and royal family. Providing for his wife and expected child.
He never raised a hand to her, ever, as he didn't have such darkness
within him.

The baby screamed against it's mother's brest, feeling cold,
frightened, and bogged upon.

Mother took it to mean cries of defiance. If only the baby new.

The three delecate, even set of footsteps now were audible as the
figures turned a corner, approching the hospital room with a sullen
sort of pourpos.

This was to be the first child sacrificed under the New Law.

As the door was pushed open, the new father gripped tighter to his
family.

Under normal cercumstances, the husband and wife would have bowed,
yet it wasn't in them to do this time. The Princess did not blame
them.

Clutching the doorknob was a tall, shaggyhaired blonde, chin set and
stoic expression hard. Near the Princess was another soldire, one
with short black hair and inky eyes.

"No...please...not my baby..." Pleaded the mother, in a wet and snot-
stricken voice.

"Take me, instead!" Offered the husband, pulling from the family and
raising, only to kneel before the princess. The offer, unfortunately,
was unnessisary, as they did indeed intend to take the whole family.

Saturn starred disdainfully down upon the grovelling family, her
shadowed eyes cold as the unbroken white walls. She had faced death,
and would do so into eternity, for these mindless, oblivious people.
Their sad faces, their vain tears, they did not shake the resolution
the dark haired senshi wrapped around herself like an iron mantle.

"Be silent," she commanded. She swung her silence glaive, keeping
her voice neutral of either anger or malice, knowing that the fate of
Crystal Tokyo rested on how this particular operation was carried out.

Starring into the woman's eyes, Saturn saw nothing but the dusky
glimmer of the Fate's Eye that lay behind it. You could see it,
albeit faintly, if only you searched with more than just a glance and
knew what to look for. It was dim, like their hope, but it was there
and it held promise. No, Saturn did not see the glisten of tears, or
the unbridled fear, but only that pale shimmer that was the world's
promise of salvation.

And the dark eyed senshi dropped her mask a little, let her mortal
facade slip away. It was not the senshi, the woman, Hotaru, whose
presence flooded the room, but the unfathomable Saturn, God of
darkness and of death.

And this day, he ruled.

NeoSailormoon couldn't look at them. As the man broke away from his
wife and child and knelt before her, pleading, she lowered her eyes
and tried her hardest not to display what she was feeling. She
didn't want to do this. These people were loyal, honest, good
people: innocents. And they were just going to kill them: all of
them, even the baby--especially the baby. She felt ill at the
thought, but knew that there was no resisting. This was destiny,
wasn't it? Besides, she was in no position to give her opinions, and
what she thought didn't matter anyway.

She didn't know how they could do it. Sailorsaturn and Sailoruranus
were both so indifferent to the situation. It must be her. Of
course, it was her. She was weak; she was nothing. They were strong
and they were righteous. She was a fool.

*This is murder.*

She finally looked at the man and prayed desperately that she
wouldn't break down. She wanted to tell him how she really felt
about this, but that was folly. As she stared at his terrified,
sorrow-stricken face, his tearful eyes seemed to be speaking right to
her. She felt sick; she was sure she was going to be sick when this
was all over. She always was.

NeoSailormoon tore her gaze from his face. She just couldn't bear to
look at him anymore; she didn't even dare look at the woman or the
child. She just stood there in the doorway, waiting. She couldn't
be the one to make the first move; she just couldn't.

Everyone was so quiet, except for the sobbing of the man on the floor.
SuperSailorUranus had known from the moment the law was established
that NeoSailormoon would not be the one to carry out the first act of
legalized violence. And Hotaru--no, SuperSailorSaturn... Uranus forced
herself to stop thinking of the girl next to her as her daughter, and
tried to make herself think of her as a comrade.

"I can't do it," whispered NeoSailormoon.

"That's fine, my lady. I'll do it," replied Uranus immediately,
stepping foreward in her regular manner. All the while she could hear
Neptune's words from long, long ago in her head, 'It is our mission.'

'That's right,' thought Uranus. 'I'm a seasoned pro with this
human-killing stuff.' Making herself continue to walk foreward, she
forcefully took the baby from the mother, who sobbed uncontrollably,
her entire being filled with a sorrow unmatched by any. NeoSailormoon
made a move to comfort her, but suddenly thought better of it.

After a moment of hesitation, Uranus glanced at the weeping man on the
floor. "I'm... sorry." With that, she dipped her hand into the child's
eye socket.

"NO!" Screamed out the new mother in a sorrow striken voice that all
but killed her voice all together. Her arms were reaching out, trying
to grab for the child, but she was still far too weak rise, let alone
fight.

It was then that Father rose, grabbing the first thing he could- a
chair. It clattered as he gripped on to the cold front legs, the
aluminum icey in his sweaty palms. The sweat served him well, for it
made his flesh stick to the cold metal. Raising the chair above his
head in a threatening manner, Father screamed out, swinging the chair
hap-hazardly, trying for either Saturn or the Princess. After all,
Uranus held his child, and he couldn't bare to harm his own offspring.

Dark eyes filled with rage as they looked upon Uranus. "Let my child
go," Snarled the now seemingly wild man. "or I'll get the Princess!"

She had anticipated it, but not the chair. As he swung it in a
violent arc she reacted fast. She swung her gliave, to meet the
plastic chair and strike it down midair. It clattered to the floor,
striking the man where he stood. He tumbled down, a metal chair leg
flung against his chest like a lance. He lay gasping for breath, and
Saturn smashed his face in with a boot, crushing teeth like pearls
under her heel.

"You have commited treason," she said cooly. "We will let you live,
regardless, for the treasure in your eye. Behold the mercy of your
Queen."

She planted her gliave and bent down upon one knee, finding his face
and dragging it up to meet her eyes. Dark eyes, the man noticed,
though only for an a broken fraction of time, for then Saturn plunged
her hand into his eye socket. She dug out his eyeball, as if she
were escavating a tunnel. His eyeball bounced loose from its hold,
swinging and slapping blood across his face, onto Saturn's snowy
glove. Like a child's dejected marble it hung, swinging back and
forth like a pendulum, slightly hypnotic. Saturn couldn't help but
watch it a moment before her fingers pulled loose his glittering
Fate's Eye.

She glanced back at Uranus. "Take the woman before she makes more of
a scene."

When SuperSailoruranus strode forward and took the baby,
NeoSailormoon had to look away. She couldn't watch; she just
couldn't. It hadn't even lived a day. Of course, that was why it
had been killed: it had the most potential within it's Fate's Eye.

She was so caught up in mulling over the end of the newborn that she
didn't notice the man until he already had the chair in his hands.
NeoSailormoon jumped backwards and awkwardly attempted to brandish
her Crescent Heart Wand, but within seconds the threat had been
neutralized and annihilated by SuperSailorsaturn. She could only
watch as the girl she had always known as quiet and calm beat the man
to the ground and ripped his Fate's Eye from what was now a bloody,
gaping socket.

She looked into his face for just one moment and her vision swam and
she reached out for the doorframe to steady herself.

*No, don't falter. Don't show them how weak you really are,* she
thought to herself as she tried to cover up her botch.

It was already painfully obvious that she was unfit for this. She
had always been the weakest senshi, and even though she had grown and
gained experience, she would never be as good at this as they were,
never. No one ever directly said it, but she knew that she was even
worse than her mother was, and her mother was a disgrace in her
earliest battles. At least her mother had improved and became the
most powerful senshi in the world, and was now ruler of the known
universe. She never would be.

*Stay focused. PAY ATTENTION.*

NeoSailormoon dragged her attention back to the scene at hand. She
considered taking the woman's Fate's Eye, but knew that she wouldn't
be able to do it. She never could. It would just become one more
failure, proving that she was a worthless senshi. She hoped that
SuperSailoruranus would take the woman's Fate's Eye and then they
could all just go home.

*We can leave this carnage behind and go back to the palace where it
is easier to pretend that this is a Utopian society.*

SuperSailorUranus was almost taken aback by Saturn's forewardness, but
she quickly remembered who she has grown up around, what she had
faced... What they all had faced.

Quickly and coldly, one of Uranus's hands reached out to grab the
woman harshly by her upper arm. "Let's go," she barked, pulling the
woman up and pocketing the baby's Fate's Eye. "All of us. Let's go."

She looked back at her two comrades, green eyes flaring with an anger
that had nothing to do with anyone but herself.

All she could think was, "Not again. Please, Gods, not again..."

She nodded to Uranus, taking a moment to adjust one blood spattered
glove. "We have to get back to the Palace before someone tries to
intercept us. We might have to go through rioters."

The new law decreed had not been swallowed meekly, though Saturn
speculated with another public demonstration that could quickly be
altered to suit the senshi's purposes.

She flicked a glance to Usagi, and for a moment a warm light swam up
from the depths of her eyes. It was fleeting. She loved Usagi with
every shard of her heart, but it was her frigid attitude that would
cary her through her mission, and not some sugar coated speech of
love and justice. Saturn had never opted for such pretty phrases,
and she found the other senshi had dropped them themselves in the
wake of Fate's Eye ordeal.

New energys filled the women.

"h-help.. Help.. HELP!!", sheer tremor and fear in the scream, arms
flailing- reaching for anyone- nurses, doctors; anyone. The new
mother sounding like a small helpless babe herself.

The soft clicking foot steps in the door were drowned out by the
frantic woman's screams, so no one saw Pluto as she came in to the
door way. She did not move any father than that, but rested her
shoulder on the frame. She watched as Uranus held the woman up by one
arm and dangled her like she nothing more than a doll. Pluto then
looked over to the man and the baby, nothing more than empty husks
now that their fate eyes had been removed. Her eyes then grazed over
Saturn and NeoSailorMoon. Her eyes stopped on the princess, but only
for a moment. Pluto watched all this, but not a word she said.

A Woman Scorned
Doctors and nurses alike knew not to intervein, to such a point that
they simply walked past the room in question. The sanctity of the
Hypochratic Oath was dessimated by The Purist Law.

The new mother let out a final cry, this one holding more rage and
feril irritation then anything.

A hate boiled in the pit of her stomach, once full with life, now
bloody and hollow. Her eyes narrowed vehenimently as she felt
adrennaline bubble along her spine and down her captive arm. With a
shriek of defiance, Mother raised her foot, placing it on
SuperSailorUranus' hip, gaining a brace. With unassuming strength, or
perhaps sheer force of will, The mother puled against The Soldire of
the Sky, wretching her arm free. A crack rang out as the shoulder of
the seemingly weak woman was released painfully from it's socket.

The woman, now free, stumbled back, a her hip hitting a metal stirrup
which protruded from the bed's corner.

"YOU-!! You!" The mother sputtered in her grief and vile wrath. "How
could you-?! It was a child!! An Innocent!! You had NO right!! No-
....no.....right.." The woman, mind in a haze of desperation, began
to let her words dwindle, the energy behind them fast dissipating as
she let her eyes deviate to her empty loved ones. Besides, who had
words of guilt when their family lay on the floor, all but dead?

The woman, now eerily calm, lifted her eyes to the quartet of pretty
Senshi. "Take mine." She insisted in a numb voice. "Why didn't you
take mine?" The dullness of her voice was quickly being flooded with
the venom and anger that she held previously. "Wasn't it good enough
for you?! HUH?! Wasn't it?! Don't _I_ Have a Fate?! A Destiny!!? Or
did I ruin my life because I got married young?! Is that it?! FUCK
YOU ALL! You judgemental bitches! I'll show you just what sort of
Fate I have!!"

Her fingers curled into narled hooks, each tipped with a sharp, well
manicured nail. With a quick movement, Mother lifted her hand to her
eye, pointer lodging itself in the corner, by the tearduct, while the
other clawed itself into the oppasite corner. Mother cried out as the
rest of her fingers worked their way into the socket, past the lid.
The pressure and tight fit quickly began to crush the sphere shaped
organ, and a loud squick sound rang out. A small giser of fluid shot
from the eye as it finally split apart, a colourless jelly rolling
out from it, and down mother's cheek as it mixed with accompanying
blood.

Mother was too far gone to register the pain her actions brought to
her weak body, and her eye that remained intact slowly rolled back,
before lidding partially, and all gusto fled her body as she crumpled
to the cold, now stained tiles.

A small march of heels broke the silence as the four approched her.
Bo Fate's eye was present in the woman's damaged ocularis.

However, one eye still remained unscathed...

Woman laid on the floor bleeding, but Pluto seemed not to notice.
Her thoughts were else where.* Is this really what we are meant to do?
How could this save us?* From there her though wondered. First they
went to the Queen, then to the Princess. Finally they drifted to the King
and upon seeing his face, her face flushed with heat. Pluto gasped
quietly and steadied herself. When she was more stable, she start
to move toward the woman's untouched eye...

Uranus grit her teeth. She clenched her fist, she tightened her grip
on the already limp woman, watching Pluto's advancement. She saw
NeoSailormoon and SuperSailorSaturn, she saw the empty eye socket of
the baby on the hospital table. The room was trashed. There was blood
and upturned furniture everywhere.

She was in hell. A hell that she herself had assisted in creating. A
wieght the size of the moon landed on her heart and crushed her soul
until her eyes dropped to the side, piercing into the wall next to
her, trying not to think about what Pluto was about to do, what she
and Neptune had done in thier past that resembled so much everything
that was happening around her.

Before she could control herself, she felt herself whispering, over
and over, "It's our mission. It is our mission. We don't have a
choice." Suddenly she was eighteen again, looking for pure heart
crystals, and suddenly she was struck with a scary thought, hit with a
terrifying feeling.

What if the Queen was wrong?

Her grip nearly snapped the woman's bone.

Pluto stopped suddenly. Her eyes turned on Uranus. She watched as
Uranus grip on the woman tighten. She saw her eyes move to the
wall and the color drained for her face. Soon Uranus was mumbling.
Pluto could not make out what was being said, but she knew it was
something to keep her going. The new laws were hard on everyone,
even those like Uranus, that have in the past have been very cold and
hard nosed in order to get the job done.

Pluto turned her attention back at the task at hand when, out of the
corner of her eyes she watched as what seemed to be a wave of
horror wash over Uranus face.
Pluto came to a stand still again. Should she see to to her comrade
or continue with the task at hand? The choice was clear, so much so
she didn't understand why she was hesitating.

Pluto shook herself and continued towards the woman. She touched
her face and stared in to the remaining eye. *This is it...All for a
greater good.* At that her left hand raised above her head and lunged
in to the woman's eye. Pluto felt her flesh crawl as she dug into the
socket. Her fingers busted the ball and she watched the woman's blood
spatter on her fuku. The jelly mingled with the blood as it ran down the
Woman's night gown.

This did not stop Pluto. She felt her since of duty wash over her making
her numb to the task. She moved like clock work, knowing nothing but
getting the fate eye. Finally she felt something in her fingers. She griped it
and pulled her hand back.. In her hand was the woman's fate eye. It was
duller than that of her child, but that was to be expected. She gripped it
against her chest and turned away from the body. Pluto took a deep breath
and thought to her self , *I'm going to have to get a shower when I get home.*

It was the quickest time she could make it in, and she'd ran the
whole way. It had been just moments ago that she heard the woman's
horrified screams and then raged attack on her own eyes, which had
caused her to falter. Although it had been a while since she'd been
together with the group on this never ending mission, her other
matters had been taken care of so there would be nothing in her way
now.

She was just around the corner of the room, hesitating to step
inside. Her eyes were staring at the woman's bloodied body, and even
though she was disgusted, she could not look elsewhere for a moment.
Then her gaze shifted to Uranus and that's what made her turn her
head. Silently, a dainty foot stepped out and into the doorway, soon
followed by the rest of her body in a graceful entrance. She remained
quiet as her eyes were now fixed on Pluto's face. At that moment, she
felt terribly out of place standing there.

She didn't realize how tightly she had been gripping the handle of
the Crescent Heart Wand until she looked down and saw how white her
knuckles were. She gently loosened her grip, careful not to grimace
at the pain of stretching out her hands. Ruby-red eyes glanced from
one soldier's face to the next, wondering if it was finally over--
wondering if they could go home now.

NeoSailormoon wasn't looking forward to the trek home itself.
Although the citizens knew not to interfere with the tasks of the
senshi, who were more than just above the law--they were the law--
sometimes the odd fanatic would attack and then they would be forced
to defend themselves. It always ended in bloodshed on the part of
the attacker. The media loved it, eager cameramen rushing as close
as possible to get suitable footage for that night's broadcast, but
NeoSailormoon hated it.

Then again, what about this did she like?

That was a silly question.

NeoSailormoon wanted to ask if it was over, if they were ready to
leave, but she didn't want to open her mouth and break the silence
that now hung about them like impenerable fog.

The puddle of blood on the floor expanded outward from the lifeless
woman's body. "We're done here," repeated Uranus, trying not to look
at the eye sockets.

A Silent Flight
Saturn nodded slowly, eyes holding nothing but the length of white
washed wall, like a light that never wavered, heaven glimpsed, she
imagined, for that fraction when her eyes did not blink but watched
the unbroken whiteness. But then, a stutter, a snag in the white; a
round seed of blood, festering and leering. It would sink into the
wall, and nothing would ever again be clean.

Saturn blinked and cleared her eyes, and the figures of her senshi,
her sisters, wavered into focus. Their faces were like untouched
marble, their eyes full of blood, their hands reeking of it. Like
the old, water stained saints that Saturn remembered from an abismal
world, that the people would pray to, with a candle and penny, and
those saints presided over every fear and horror until they eyes saw
only blood and copper and little wavering lights that never warmed
their stony flesh. And they stood for all ages, blood spattered and
martyred, never left to die for the people were fearful, fed on it,
and it was what kept those saints eternal.

It was much the same she was rooted into eternity. Though the people
never prayed to her. Who would light a candle for Silence, who would
only extuinguish it an inconsequential pinch of fingers, a breath
carelessly extended in divine comfort. How could silence ever open
her lips and answer? Saturn knew the answer to that, and it was the
reason she served her dear Sailor Moon.

Gently she raised her head, let her eyes wander from the small piece
of white. Her senshi were not clean, no. But they had lived, cupped
pallid candle glow in their eyes, and as long as they remained in the
waking world Saturn would fight.

"Sailor Moon," she whispered, for silence could only whisper among
her Goddess of light and brightness. Her power was nothing, here,
where life still prevailed. She gestured, falling in step beside the
pink haired princess. "Are you all right?"

It was not the right thing to say, but then, Saturn still held an
innocent's Fate's Eye in her bloody glove. What was right, when she
had stolen someone's destiny, a thing before she had died for again
and again to protect?

Striding with the other Senshi towards the door she slid away from
the scene, ready, for what? For rain and shadows, and whatever evil
would be sure to plague them, for they were the senshi, carrying the
last of the world's hope in their fists.

The woosh of the hospital's sliding glass doors was ignored by the
troup of warriors, who's minds were preoccupide with drowning away
the memory of the last minuts.

Yet before the princess could answer her dear friends concerned
queary, a storm of shouting filled her ears. At the footsteps of the
medical facility, perched a mob, all sneers, snarls and clenched
fists. At the front and center of it, was a teenaged girl, tears in
her eyes. "w...Where's my sister?" She stuttered out quietly, her
voice filled with the fright of knowing.

The pitious sight and sound did nothing to sympathise the crowd,
served no light to how tormented and filthy the senshi themselves
must feel at causing such family pain.

No answer was given, for before anyone was allowed to reply, a
shattering sound was heared around the vacinity of the princess. Dark
glass rained down about her as the bottle slammed against her temple,
shattering itself to bits against the royal skull.

A rock soon followed suit, shooting at the crowd of senshi like a
missle.

She didn't even notice when the mob entered until she heard the
plaintive voice of a girl, probably only slightly older than she
herself was, ask for her sister. Somehow NeoSailormoon knew exactly
who she was talking about.

The pink-haired princess squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to let
the tears she could feel forming escape.

*Murder. This is murder; this is murder; this is murder...*

She never saw the bottle coming.

Her eyes shot open and NeoSailormoon saw the world swim before her
eyes as the bottle shattered against her head. She twisted around
slightly and slammed into the ground amidst the dark glass shards,
not even feeling it as they dug into her skin and pierced through the
fabric of her fuku. She couldn't feel anything, really, and her
vision was fuzzy and indistinct, and rapidly deteriorating moreso.
She couldn't even hear the roar of the crowd. Everything was getting
darker and darker.

In only a few seconds she was completely unconscious.

"Get out of here!" she shouted, glaring daggers at the croud, the
flames of rage flickering in her mind. Before she knew what she was
doing, she had drawn her Space Sword and held it towards the people
threateningly. "Fucking go away!!" Uranus hadn't been this angry
since... Not since a long time ago.

But silently, Neptune placed one gentle, gloved hand on her partner's
arm. "Haruka," she whispered quietly, using her civilian name.

The fires went out. First Uranus dropped her guard, then she dropped
her arm, then she dropped her sword. The hand that Neptune had on
Uranus's arm moved to take one of Uranus's hands in her own.

"I'm sorry," she said for the second time that night, but this time
she didn't really mean it. Calmly, she knelt, picked up her sword, and
once again pointed it at the mob. "But don't make me repeat myself.
You had better get out of here." She placed herself in a position to
be the barrier between the crowd and the rest of the Senshi. After
all, Uranus specialized in barriers.

She'd remained rooted to her original position in the room, only her
eyes following the forms of Uranus and Saturn. They had grown
colder as they'd passed over the room a few more times, but when
her sight captured her fellow Senshi within its grasp, the coldness
subsided. Her heart slowed in its sorrow, in its knowledge of their
path. She knew what must be done, what had been done in their
pasts, yet at this moment she was more saddened by that fact than
ever before. She was secretly most grateful for having arrived when
she did; the infant's Fate's Eye had already been extracted at that point,
and she had only heard the end of the small battle for the others.

A lift of her head and a few steps toward the exit were all the actions she took,
allowing the other Senshi departure of their own timing while becoming more
hardened to the scene. Her eyes were once again cold and seemingly uncaring,
bringing back a reminder of the soldier she was destined to be.
Only cold detachment could win this war, now.

In a blur Pluto saw the mob and saw the princess fall to the ground. She knew
that she had been hit and that was all she needed to know, But as she moved
to action she stood still. She watched the fires of anger consume and die within
Uranus. As Uranus moved to protect both the princess and as well as the other
Senshi, Pluto could do nothing but watch. *Why can't I move?* It was then Pluto
realized why she couldn't move. She was too angry. Like Uranus she too felt the
fires well up in side her.* How dare they do this to us? Do they think we enjoy this?
What would they know of true hurt and disgust? Have they ever been asked to go
against everything they believed to save people? They have never have to steal the
fate of another. They don't know anything!* She tightened her fist and stopped
realizing that she might crush the fate eye she held. She shook off the rage
knowing that someone need to see to the Princess.She knelt down to the princess
and touched her shoulder. "Small Lady," She whispered, forgetting that no one
called the princess by that pet name any more. * Where did that come from?*
Pluto paused for a second. She knew where. It was from another time when the
Princess was still small, when the queen was SaliorMoon and everything was much
better. Times were happy and even when they face an enemy they knew they were
the good guys. Pluto felt a tear go down her cheek. She quickly wiped the tear away
and with her free hand on the princess, she looked back at the mob. Her eyes
narrowed looking at them and once again she thought, *What do they know?*

Her initial reaction to the outburst, while calming for Uranus, was
also meant to keep herself calm. With Uranus acting as a sort of
shield, the Princess should not be further harmed. But damnit, why
had she even been harmed in the first place!

Her brows furrowed before she also knelt beside the Princess,
opposite Pluto, to see to her. The shards of glass lay everywhere,
including in her Princess' skin, and she knew better than to try to
remove them all. Instead she brushed the messy hair away from the
fallen Royal's injured temple, gently feeling for any major injuries.
Her memory conjured up images of medical training which she had
received as basic Senshi training over the years, so she knew then to
apply direct pressure to the wound in order to halt some of the
bleeding, after having removed any glass shards she could either see
or feel. Her gloved hands were all that she could provide for the
pressure at that moment, so she gently rolled NeoSailormoon's head
away from her knees, the palm of one hand pressing into the injured
area while the other was placed atop.

Her eyes lifted to Pluto's with an almost pleading edge, and she
addressed her with a surprisingly steady, soft voice. `I think she
may have a concussion, but we can't know for sure unless we get her
some professional medical assistance.`

The look of worry she held was replaced by a determined expression as
she looked up to Uranus' form, and then to Saturn. They had always
been a great team, and this time was no exception; it was clear to
her in the way her fellow Senshi positioned themselves at that moment.