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Sailor turned at the sound of someone walking towards her. It was a boy who looked like he might be younger than her, but not by much. He was kind of attractive, with his chiseled jaw and dark brown eyes. Though Sailor didn't really care for this; she was terrified of ever getting close to a man, after seeing what her mom went through.

"Um, that's nice." Sailor replied, wondering why he thought she would care about his uncle. "I was named 'Sailor' because my parents were drunk druggies."

Jesse frowned at Sailor's response. He had tried to start things off light and humorous, but she had turned the conversation dark. He hated to hear that someone wasn't taken care of the way they should've been as a child, whether that meant drug abuse or alcoholism or anything of that nature was involved. He had been there and done that.

"Sorry about that," Jesse replied somberly, even though Sailor didn't look as though it distressed her much. "My dad was the same way. But alcoholics are like cheaters, they never win."

"No need to be sorry," Sailor replied, a bit confused. Where she was from, people didn't...care. Either you had money, a nice home and family, or you were street trash. "It wasn't your fault. Plus, I'm about to save humanity, so they must have done something right." Or everything wrong, she added silently.

Sailor glanced back at those sleeping; one or two more had woken up, but some still slept. No one was really saying much. "So, why're you here Jesse Kent? Secretly wish you were a super hero?"

Jesse chuckled softly and shook his head. "Nah, not really. I'm mainly just here to get my world back."

Sailor's question made Jesse think for a minute about the definition of the word "superhero". He felt like the word was misused time and time again. People who saved the world were most often considered superheroes, and he couldn't disagree with that much. Then there were the comic book superheroes like Iron Man and Captain America and those types. But often forgotten were the real-world heroes like volunteer firefighters and philanthropists.

Jesse by no means considered himself a hero. A good citizen, at the most. But sometimes he wished that volunteers and philanthropists didn't have to be referred to as heroes for what they did. Jesse wished that it was just a normal part of living, an everyday thing to volunteer time and donate what you could. If that were how things worked, the world would be so much better off.

But Jesse thought he'd sound arrogant saying all that to Sailor. So he just returned her question. "And what about you? Surely you're not here just for the cool jumpsuit, am I right?"

I'm here because I need to be something more; I need to know I'm not the piece of trash people tell me I am. I need money, I need respect, I need power. I need people to see me. With all these answers clambering in her mind, Sailor said simply; "I don't know, really. I just never fell under the spell that is Maya Virtuele. Then Dr. Leblanc approached me, and I couldn't really say no, could I?"

Sailor noticed other people introducing themselves; a girl who called herself CJ, and one Johnny. They would need to get together soon, introduce themselves to everyone else, make a game plan. "Well, Jesse, what do you say we get this group together, eh?"

"Sounds like a plan," Jesse replied to Sailor casually. He was pretty eager to meet everyone else. For him it came naturally to get along with everyone he could, and everyone he couldn't...well, he'd just limit how much he'd interact with them.

Besides, he wanted to know when everyone would be ready to get started. This journey would be no walk in the park, and it certainly wouldn't be a quick thing.