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Imperial Palace (Basement) - Kyoto, Yamatai
In the days long past of Yamatai, it was a generation of Nekovalkyrja that had held the line; a group of individuals that still had surviving members serving as Taisho and the upper echelons of the Star Army even now. Although the times had changed; politics, technology, social order, rights, and freedoms, war was still a reality. Imagining the thoughts that went through the digital minds of that generation was something that many wished they had an insight into. To know the things that shaped the strong like Irim and Yui, that bronzed the determination of women like Katsuko was interesting, and it is the stories of their feats that had helped bring pride to wearing the uniform of the Star Army. To be a member of that generation that had missed the last thirteen years of history, was even more interesting and that is probably why the basement of the Imperial Palace had been selected to give rebirth to Taisho Anzai Saya, former Taisho of the Third Fleet lost in the Second Mishhuvurthyar War - it was private and a comfortable place for an old mind to come to terms with the changes that had occurred during such a long absence.
Life and rebirth were a reality for their kind, in truth, it was almost purposeful in that it created an awkward sense of immortality that had the occasional difficult consequences attached to it. Some were interested in their lives before their end, and others seemed happy to pick up where they left off regardless of the gap between backup and restoration. Thirteen years though was a different beast altogether.
Saya had remained relatively quiet, the interest of doctors and medical staff waned as the first hours of life drained into the night. A cup of tea in her hands, a fresh lotus flower symbolizing rebirth poised in a thin vase of water beside the bed, the lost mind of her old Nekovalkyrja soul wandered through the archives and updates of PANTHEON to draw a picture in her mind of the time she had lost. Her thoughts performed circles, tantalized by a continuous and rapid flow of information - lost in the moment, renewing herself within the Kiky Sector's relentless march towards destiny. She had not even looked in the mirror yet, perfection and beauty were assured...the need to know of the Empire's progression was more important than vanity.
What will I be?