[h2]Saber - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil[/h2]

Saber watched as Gintoki left for the closer elevator for a moment, before turning to face Nono. She looked from the boxes to her hands, and to Nono, before simply nodding. Yes, soon they would meet up again, once she dropped her food off at her room. She swiftly returned the farewell, inclining her head to the side slightly as she said "I will see you soon."

With that, she began to head towards another lift, this one more distant, but closer to the temporary residences of the UMMA's agents. The agents were hardly expected to stay in Yggdrasil year-round. The rooms provided were small and simple, but certainly sufficient for most agents to stay for a few days. After all, they usually had somewhere else they lived. In Saber's case, this was with Rin back on her universe's Earth. As she reached the elevator, the blonde girl fumbled with the boxes for a moment before entering the number combination for the floor she desired and waited.

Soon enough, the elevator arrived.

It arrived, too, for Gintoki and Nono. Neither could be blamed for forgetting that Yggdrasil was equipped with teleporters, most full-time residents did. The elevator came from below.

[h2]??? - Yggdrasil thoroughfare[/h2]

There was suddenly a loud, crackling sound. Almost immediately the crowds parted, with several gasps and screams. For something had gone wrong.

In a smoking crater, there lay a pale girl, with short, silver hair. She was small, and short, clad in a skintight bodysuit. Her eyes were shut, but she was breathing, albeit heavily. Her doll-like prosthetic arm was heavily damaged, severed at the elbow. Her real arm clutched a crackling, damaged UMMA teleportation device.

It was clear, then, that this was the result of an attempt to teleport with a damaged device. Had the girl not realized it?

[h2]Kirisame Marisa, Client World 12262009-A(Macross)[/h2]

"It'd be kind of stupid to just jump into something like that, yeah," Marisa said with a shrug. As much as she felt Kakine was being a spoilsport, this was a matter she agreed on. You didn't go testing new things on yourself! Well, okay, maybe you did if you knew it wouldn't do anything bad, but this? Who knows what it'd do if you just hopped in and tried it out! What if your clothes exploded when you grew or something like that? That would just be embarrassing.

As Misaka moved on, Marisa followed, marveling at her surroundings. It really was like one of those mecha manga or whatever they were! So, did the name 'battle frontier' talk about how this place was meant to prepare for battle, rather then be a location where people fought each other? While that was a little disappointing, somewhere like this was still really cool to get a nice look at. If she had a way to haul some of this stuff out...

"This 'power armor' stuff looks pretty badass, you know..." Marisa said, curiously trying to close the distance between herself and one of the suitcases.

[h2]Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B[/h2]

There girl, now sitting on the newcomer's lap, seemed rather dazed by the impact. She sat up, swaying weakly for a few moments, before she shook her head and tried to get her bearings, glancing over at the now-collapsed and smoking armored samurai man. "Who... wh-who was... I..."

She seemed more confused then anything. And shaken, to say the least. But she was safe and unharmed.

The samurai disappeared in a flash, it seemed he had been contacted to retreat. A message rang out in Kiba's communicator as well.

"Don't be foolish. Retreat. You're outnumbered, and I would prefer if you didn't throw your life away," the voice of Shadow Eternity's leader said. Her tone spoke of frustration, she had desired to gain the girl. However, it was not wise to simply let your troops die, if it could be helped.

Just as she finished speaking, Black Rock Shooter raised Rock Cannon like a massive bludgeon behind the armored man. It had a longer range than her katana, even if it was not as deadly, and any of her projectile attacks ran a risk of hitting the newcomer or the girl, or both, as well as the ease that her opponent had deflected her last attack. Not all of Rock Cannon's shots were so easily deflected, but there was a risk.

So instead, she swung the cannon down like a club.

[h2]Dlanor A. Knox – Her Office, UMMA Vessel [i]Tanngrisnir[/i][/h2]

Dlanor glanced out the window. Her internalized irritation at the loss of one of the piece of cargo was pushed to the side for a moment as the vessel began to land. She could see the world swelling beneath them, the city... The museum that piece of cargo was destined for was not distant from this location. Below, the UMMA base sprawled. It had to be large, to allow such ships to land as well as store all the agents, teams, and equipment required for the planet's protection.

It was not long before the ship touched down, rolling out pathways from its hull to the ground so that those on board could leave. Dlanor rose to her feet, packing her belongings before quietly walking out to depart.

Meanwhile...

There was a bustle in the museum. Crowds wandering about, to observe the various items that adorned the walls. Posters, too, advertised various exhibits...

One in particular stood out.

'The Mysterious Throne', it stated, was an unusual artifact exhibiting a far higher technology level then it should have for the time period it dated from on the world it had been discovered on. As of now, it was impossible to determine what purpose it had existed for, beyond clearly linking with [i]something[/i]. It was in the western side of the museum, exhibited alongside other unusual findings as the centerpiece for a gallery based around such ancient mysteries.