On board the lander, Sarah expresses a concern to the others coming to the launching party.  "I know I'm looking very different today.  It's not just an old woman's fancy.  You see, I know the Harlocks... and the Everest's new Captain's grandmother and I were thick as thieves... oh about 120 years back.  They know me well enough to know I'm not related to any Ultramarine.  If that rumor gets punctured, all our hard work on the Alexander will be wasted.  So, I'm dressing a close as I can to what Jason Harlock will remember.  As long as no one refers to me as 'Sarah', we should be fine.  Call me Madame Ysyriac, if a name must be mentioned."<br/><br/>The Lander comes to a full stop, and the hanger deck represurizes.  As the hatch opens, Sarah moves forward quickly, for once dressed quite formally, in a long modest deep blue gown and short white jacket and gloves.  The dress hides the high heels.  She had changed her hair as well, or put on a wig, for her short red pixie cut had been replaced by long brown tresses, worn simply.  Her tan as well, seemed missing, or much lighter, at least on what portions of her skin were visible.<br/><br/>She stepped off the landing plank, and looked expectantly towards the newly minted ship captain, pride glowing from her face.  "Jason, I'm very proud of you.  Captain, at your age!  Have you written your parents yet to let them know?"<br/><br/>Harlock stared...<em>what on earth is my godmother doing here?</em>