TBA

**Dlanor A. Knox, Inquisitor of Heaven - Dlanor's Office, UMMA Vessel _Tanngrisnir_** Dlanor A. Knox had not been on a inquisitorial mission in far too long. No, neither the Court of Heaven nor the UMMA had seen fit to deploy her recently. She supposed it was due to a dearth in those who violated Knox's Decalogue, and a lack of activity from Shadow Eternity recently. However, the substitute for doing anything she felt was truly of benefit was... paperwork. There was a lot of it, both from the Court of Heaven and from the UMMA. While Dlanor acknowledged that it had to be done, it was hardly her favorite course of action. At least, however, today something new was occurring. Dlanor was multitasking, at the moment. The paperwork had to be handled, but at the same time she was taking a station as a guard... The ship began to slowly move out from the hanger. It was massive, one of the UMMA's interdimensional vessels. Dlanor had her own method of travel, but she had been assigned to help protect this vessel... while working through important paperwork. Her office had quickly been replicated on-board the ship, complete with her desk, her quill, and jar of cookies. Dlanor had no desire to forsake the cookie jar. Of course, this came along with her stack of paperwork. Dlanor's expression was a calm one. She disliked paperwork, but it had to be done. Her quill scratched along paper as she diligently filled out the latest sheet, relating to a trial she had been involved with. The defendant had ultimately been found innocent, the whole event a bizarre misunderstanding. But... it made more paperwork! This was an endless frustration for the girl. As much as she tried to remain quiet about it, it was hard not let some of her frustration at the sheer amount of paperwork seep into her expression as her quill scratched across the many dotted lines. The ship drifted on through the space between dimensions. --- **Saber - Female Agent Communal Showers, Yggdrasil** Saber quietly toweled herself off. She had simply intended to take a quick shower while no-one else was there, and that had gone well enough. She was still dripping wet, but all she needed to do now was towel herself dry. She scrubbed away in silence, until her skin was both perfectly clean and completely dry once more. Good. The blonde girl proceeded out of the showers and to the adjacent locker room. It was blank and sterile, like many of the other locations in the official sections of Yggdrasil. The civilian areas were similar, but far more furnished. This locker room was assembled simply to store items while female agents were in the shower, and it was clear it had no other purpose. Saber simply proceeded over to her locker, unlocked it, and took out her clothing. It was a silken black suit. The Servant dressed herself, alone, in silence. The final touch was tying her blonde hair into a short ponytail. She still felt that it fit this outfit, in the end. Today she was intended to do some business, but nothing especially major... She left the locker room shortly afterwards. Saber was considering looking into possible dangers and threats and seeing if she would perhaps be able to aid in counteracting them. She did not feel she was best serving the UMMA at Yggdrasil, and therefore it was her intent to serve them in a greater capacity. There were people in the multiverse who would do terrible things, and she intended to stop them. Saber proceeded through the halls. She was currently required in Yggdrasil due to concerns about Shadow Eternity presence. She was still in close contact with Shirou and Rin utilizing the UMMA communications devices. From what she understood, the small circular screens were a complex hybridization of magic and technology to grant communication even through dimensions without interruption. Saber didn't understand it very well, but it worked. --- **Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B** Black Rock Shooter lacked understanding. She had seen things. Things she had never seen before. From the abstract scenery of the otherworld she had passed through a gap, a hole in her reality. And in passing through this hole she had entered a void. It had felt as though she could not breath, but somehow this did not stop her lungs from filling with air. Even as a reflection of a human being, the otherself could breath, feel, think. Black Rock Shooter did not understand what this void was. But she did not dwell on it. She had to retrieve Dead Master. It was an absolute necessity. And so she had drifted... and passed through a brilliant light... And arrived here. An arid landscape, a vast, shifting desert. She did not understand. The could not understand how she had come to such a place, a place divorced from the void she had been so recently passing through. Divorced from the world she had come from. Yet she continued. Black Rock Shooter would not allow confusion to halt her. Her black coat fluttered in the dessert wind as she walked onward. The sands here would not do well for her motorcycle's wheels... And then she saw something else she did not understand. A towering building, jutting from the sand. Some kind of ruin? The otherself drew closer, her twintails fluttering in the wind. There were more, vines growing up them and water glittering in the middle. It was some kind of oasis? ... A drill. There was some kind of much more recent structure in these ruins, the gleaming chrome of an immense excavation drill. The sand, from what the girl could see from where she stood, had been cleared away. But there was no-one present. The drill was emblazoned with English writing. Black Rock Shooter's knowledge of the language was limited, though as an otherself this did not hinder verbal communication. But as Mato would know these letters, so did she. S.E.? What did it stand for? The pale girl drew closer. Something was... strange here... she did not feel alone. --- **Shadow Eternity Headquarters, Location Unknown** Her prize now lay in a state of motionlessness. It was stasis. This particular subject... no, she would not be harmed. She was a unique being. A living creature who embodied the psyche and emotions of a human girl. An otherself. Her name was now emblazoned on the tube she was stored within. "Dead Master" Yes... Dead Master. Black hair, almost bleached white skin, green eyes... though now they were shut. As if she was sleeping. For she was, stasis was like sleep. The masked figure turned away. Little could be discerned about her. Her voice indicated she was female, and what little could be seen of her body did as well. The translation devices used widely by Shadow Eternity made it so, well, while there was an accent it was only somewhat noticeable, so if she came from a specific location on some specific it was difficult to discern. The cloak kept most of her hidden, the mask hid her face. The Leader of Shadow Eternity, it seemed, did not desire her identity to be discovered. And yet she had espoused her ambition to destroy the UMMA by gathering countless resources, to eliminate the organization that prevented the work of so many. It seemed such an ambition had inspired many. It was as she had hoped. For her goal could only be achieved with the work of so many others. A goal far, far beyond what it seemed. The darkness of Shadow Eternity's main laboratory made it a good place for her to think, especially alongside the new... acquisition.

Suwako flailed about as she fell through the crevice; given the looks of the area, it was unlikely that Yukari was the one responsible for it's appearance. After all, all those creepy eyes that usually appeared in the gaps she made weren't there. It was just what seemed to be a neverending pit. "Mmm... This isn't as interesting as I thought it'd be-" she said to herself before her surroundings abruptly changed. Instead of being in that pit, Suwako was now freefalling at an incredible speed towards the ground. Letting a small "Eep!" escape her lips unconsciously, Suwako grabbed her hat with her left hand as she attempted to control her descent. Trying to focus, Suwako attempted to fly as she had usually done in Gensokyo. Moments passed, and nothing had changed. Well, that was unfortunate. Taken aback by this development, Suwako quickly recovered and attempted to form a cushion of water beneath her. She hadn't accounted for the constant shift in position, though, and the water ended up forming above instead of below her. Sighing, Suwako glanced at the rapidly approaching ground. Sand, sand and more sand. "It's... A desert...? I don't think there was a desert in Hell... Was there?" she thought to herself before noticing a figure clad in black directly on Suwako's projected collision course. "Incoming!" Suwako shouted at the top of her lungs as she tried to move away from impacting the person. Hitting a normal person at this kind of speed would all but kill them, which definitely wouldn't end up well for her in the long run. Of course, a youkai or something similar wouldn't have to worry... But she wasn't about to take that kind of chance. --------------------- Dio sat in silence in his dark room in the Shadow Eternity HQ, reading a novel he had procured from... Well, the location didn't really matter. Ever since he had arrived, Dio had been busy reading- about this world, his world, and... Other worlds. He was supposed to be dead, it seemed. Killed at the hands of Jotaro after getting caught in such an obvious trap... It annoyed him. He was a man who had power, knowledge and the resources to take the world... And he was bested by a mere high school student. Well, 'mere high school student' wasn't exactly right. The Joestars had a habit of getting in his way, time and time again. It seems like in his world, he was lucky to get away alive. But with his Stand unable to freeze time completely anymore and the state of Jotaro and his Stand, 'Star Platinum', still unknown to him, it seemed unlikely he would get away if they ever met again. He needed more power. To regain the full functionality of 'The World' and control time at his whims... If only. But without the blood of another Joestar that would never happen... And on his own fighting a Joestar would be akin to suicide. Now was not the time to fight, though- now was the time to recover become stronger. A small laugh escaped his lips as Dio continued reading. Pucci was as devoted as ever, it seemed. That meeting all those years ago had paid off, seeing as how he had defeated both Jotaro and his daughter and their allies. But that world was not his own. "I wonder... How he fares now...?" Dio asked out loud to nobody in particular before returning to his reading. ----------- Gintoki yawned lazily as he laid back on a couch, reading through an issue of Shonen Jump and eating a parfait as he waited around in what he assumed to be a lounge for UMMA members in Yggdrasil. It seemed like a place they'd end up relaxing in, after all- uptight, tidy, well-kept... But it's not like anybody was there to tell him off. After all, most of the others were off on jobs right now. Kagura and Shinpachi were off dealing with... Something else, so he ended up relaxing here. To be fair, a kotatsu was much more comfortable to him. Sitting underneath the covers of one on a cold day, eating tangerines and not having to do anything... It was one of the greatest pleasures in life. But it was summer for him, so relaxing in this permanently cool building seemed like the smart thing to do. "Ah." Gintoki immediately sprang forwards as he looked over the page he had been reading once more. That couldn't be... "No, why did you-? AAARGH!" he lamented as he slumped down in defeat. The author had just- There was no way that could've- "You're kidding me, right? You've got to be kidding, right?" he asked himself as he flipped to the next page. Nothing. That was it for the chapter. "What the hell kind of an ending was that?!" he shouted, tossing his hands in the air as he collapsed back onto the couch. "Geez... I swear these mangaka have it out for us readers half the time. You just don't pull that kind of ending on a guy..." he complained as he massaged his forehead.

**Blake Belladonna - Crew galley, UMMA Vessel _Tanngrisnir_** Blake Belladonna sat at a table in the great dimensional ship's mess hall, a plate with a sandwich at her right hand and book held open in her right. She seemed to have forgotten about her food, her yellow eyes scanning intently over the page. One of the unexpected benefits of working with the UMMA had been access to whole new worlds' worth of stories. She'd found more intriguing titles than she'd ever be able to consume - although, considering a lot of her time so far had been spent on interdimensional voyages with little to do she might just give the Yggrasil library a run for its money. She blinked and frowned slightly as her left hand went up to lightly adjust the bow that sat atop her head, the loops carefully placed to conceal her ears. Maybe it was silly to wear the bow still - after all, the UMMA was a ridiculously diverse organisation, and she hadn't seen any indication of the sort of of biases she had to deal with back home. Maybe this was the place where she could finally feel comfortable going about with ears uncovered, but for now old habits died hard.

**Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B** So what on earth was Date Masamune, Number one and Lord of Oshu doing in such a planet far far away from the land he ruled? Bugger all of he knew. Sitting on his horse with his arms crossed, the young lord rode across the desert on his horse. Behind him, where the light that had dragged him and his army far from Oshu in the first place, his soldiers, the Date Army, had set up camp. He was alone at the moment, being so in order to investigate the reports of a building or structure of sorts in the distance. The young lord had never seen so much sand before in his life. It seemed to stretch on forever, and billowed up at the feet of his horse, some of it threatening to get into his eyes. But even then the one eyed dragon of Oshu pressed forward, riding alone across the sand. In the distance, he could make out a building. Something jutting out from the sand, standing out in the landscape of infinite sand. That must be what his scouts had told him of. Turning his horse that way, he made his way across the sea of sand. Arriving at the building, Masamune knew that it was no building the likes of which he had ever seen before. Dismounting his horse at the entrance, the young lord of Oshu decided to see if he and his men were all alone here. "Helloooooooooo?" He called out. "Anybody there!?"

**Isaac Clarke- CMS Terra Nova Bridge, orbiting an unknown planet** Isaac decided to give the team one last rundown of the situation before they carried out the operation. It had been a week since they wound up in unknown space, and after laying low and digging around in places Isaac probably did not belong, he found a solution to their supplies issue. "Okay, you two. Here's the stupid plan we have concocted for today. After looking through some information I very legally gathered, I have located a reasonably large supply cache on the planet in which you currently rest your feet. The supply cache contains what are apparently illegal materials out here, and therefore we're going to take them for ourselves." "So, what you're saying is that we are stealing illegal materials, that were illegally obtained by criminals, from said criminals." Came Zyland's response through their encrypted RigLink channel. Isaac chuckled and confirmed his blunt summary of the mission. "That basically sums it up." "You ever consider how awful this plan is, Isaac?" came Carver's input, just when Clarke predicted. This spawned another chuckle from Isaac, who responded jokingly, "Yeah. Stick around; I'm full of bad ideas." "Ready here." Zyland stated. "In position. Ready when you are." Followed John. "Command Console- Bridge." Isaac commanded, and immediately a myriad of three dimensional holographic images and screens appeared in the air around him. He turned around and placed a hand on the weapon control panel, and he armed the missiles just in case this fight turned out to be more than he predicted. "The operation is a go. Move in and secure those supplies." __________________________________ **John Carver- Unknown Planet, abandoned warehouse.** "With pleasure." John responded to Isaac's go-ahead. He kicked down the giant metal door with his enhanced strength and raised his weapon to take down any hostiles. These were lowlife, unorganized criminals according to Isaac, so he didn't expect them to give him much trouble. That is, until the warehouse revealed itself to be empty. Then John felt a pang of concern for just how organized these misfits were. "Isaac, no one is here. Are you sure no one is screwing with us?" Carver asked, contacting Isaac via RigLink. "Not that I know of... Zyland, you are scanning the perimeter, correct?" No response. That slightly concerned him. Just as he started to worry, however, a late response came through. "John! I ran into a few... People. I could probably use some help. They're pretty tough!" "Sh**. I'm on my way." John exited the building once again and dashed around to the other side of it. There, he saw one brute of a man on top of Zyland, trying to drive a knife through an unplated portion of his armor. Carver raised his bullpup rifle and shot him in the head with pinpoint precision. They were surprised by his arrival and they did not have time to react before he shot the second one. By that time, the last brute had a chance to react. He was almost instantly on top of Carver with a giant blade raised, but the sound of a third gunshot rung through the air as Zyland nailed the guy through the head with his handgun. Carver stood up and tried to set the tone after the battle with a witty comment. "They may have been faster and stronger than Necromorphs, but they were nowhere near as resilient." Zyland kept his typical in-the-fueld coldness and immediately headed to the warehouse entrance. "Let's go see what the fruits of our labor are, exactly. __________________________________ **Zyland Bannon** Zyland entered the warehouse and looked upon the several large crates of supplies. Food, water, raw materials and some random gizmos the likes of which he had never seen. "Isaac, the supplies are secure. Ready for evac." "Already on it, Z. Is it enough?" came Isaac's respnse. Carver took the liberty of answering this one. "By the looks of things, Isaac, I think we've just brought you an early Christmas." "That's great to hear. The dropship is outside. You should start loading up the materials. Hurry up and get out of there before any of their friends come by." With the final step in motion, they used their kinesis modules to lift the massive, heavy crates into the ship with ease. Then they boarded the ship themselves just as the mechanical pilot took off toward the Terra Nova. Zyland was in the rear of the ship, having decided to inspect the materials for anything dangerous or informative. What he found was mildly disturbing. "Hey, Clarke. Any idea what "S.E." means?" "Uhh, no... Why?" came his puzzled reply. "All of these crates seem to have that acronym stamped across the sides, nice and large." "That's interesting..." "Sh** guys, what'd we drag ourselves into here?" Carver butted in. From the other end of the RigLink, Isaac pondered for a few moments during the silence that followed the question. "I don't know. But these criminals may be more organized than we thought."

**Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B** 'Incoming'...? Black Rock Shooter looked up in time for a human-shaped blur to collide directly with her. Sand was tossed up around her a the impact tossed her to the side, sending her end over end, rolling across the sand for a few meters. Her pale body shook for a moment from the strike that had come out of no-where, and for a few moments she could not do much else but lie still. However... she did not feel any injury. Black Rock Shooter swiftly sat up. The attack had come so swiftly! Blue light materialized around her left arm as she pushed off the ground with her right, and the immense dark shape of Rock Cannon incarnated itself, ready to fire as she swung it up and-... ... It was... a little girl. In a hat? Black Rock Shooter paused. Indeed... it was a girl. In a hat. Who appeared... perhaps a few years younger than Mato's age, and her own, physical age. The otherself stared in silent confusion for a moment, before lowering her Rock Cannon. She cocked her head to the side, and worldlessly questioned what she had seen. "...?" She simply didn't understand. But no sooner then she had begun to attempt to discern what had happened then a voice called from further into the ruins. Black Rock Shooter turned, and in the distance saw a man, in some form of armor. It was certainly not Dead Master, nor did it appear to be the one who had taken her. As such, she simply turned back to face the hat-girl who had fallen on her, kneeling down. "..." Black Rock Shooter outstretched her free hand. She should help her up... Of course, anyone who was not so distracted may possibly have noticed the shimmering in one of the abandoned ruins, through a fractured window.

**[ Blackout: Shadow Eternity main hangar ]** In a poorly lit section hangar bay, a massive MH-53J Pave Low helicopter loomed in the darkness, making it appear almost sinister. Of course, helicopters couldn’t be sinister, as they were merely machines. Of course, this one could be, as it was no mere “machine”. No, this was actually an ancient alien, one of immense power and strength. A living machine that had existed for far longer than any normal human could hope to live. A cybertronian warrior who had fought a war so vicious it poisoned their planet and doomed their race. Blackout silently observed the goings on about the base using his advanced sensory systems. Although he was grateful for these people for bringing him back online, it didn’t mean he fully trusted them. No, it was unlikely the large Decepticon would trust anyone except his master, Lord Megatron. The powerful and just lord of the great Cybertronian Empire. The rightful possessor of the Allspark. Blackout soon realized he was reminiscing too much of his past leader. After all, the terrifying lord of Cybertron had been slain, his spark annihilated by the very power he sought to control. The death of his leader had deeply hurt Blackout, down to his very spark, his soul. The leader he had sworn to follow to the bowels of the pit and back had been slain by a mere human. Of course, he only knew this because he had felt his master’s spark fade. He had already been defeated by that time, crippled by the humans and their missiles. Looking back, he should have let the Prime and Lord Megatron fight it out themselves. Trying to back up his leader was a mistake. He should have aided him by eliminating the humans and their annoying jets. He also should have terminated that *traitor* Starscream while he had the chance. Oh, he knew what the “loyal” second-in-command had done. He knew that Starscream was indeed among those fighters, unleashing his missiles at their leader in some deluded attempt to regain control of the Decepticons. He would love nothing more than to crush the life out of that annoying sycophant, to hear his pleas for mercy fade as the light faded from his optics. Perhaps he would have time for that later. For now, he owed a debt to the leader of this “Shadow Eternity”. To be allied with non-cybertronians was a joke. Well, it was to most cybertronians. There were only two types of cybertronian personality that would even consider it. One was the Autobots, who felt that freedom was the right of all sentient beings. The other was like Starscream. The non-cybertronians were a means to an end. Nothing more than foolish gnats with the potential to be molded into an interesting tool for striking at one's enemies. However, he maintained third opinion. He didn’t particularly care about non-cybertronians, seeing them as lesser. However, that had changed. Now he knew that they shouldn’t be underestimated. Some had great power, while others did not. This “Shadow Eternity” was a good example of this. Their power had impressed him, for insects. To be able to repair him to a functional state was no small feat, and as such he had owed a debt. However, let it be known that once the debt was paid he had full intentions of wiping them all out. After all, Lord Megatron would not be pleased if he found out that one of his most loyal servants had worked with *organics*.

"Owowowowow..." Suwako said, rubbing her head in pain. "I'm so sorry about that- I can't seem to fly in this place at all." Taking the girl's outstretched hand, Suwako brushed the sand off of her dress and adjusted her hat before looking over her with a worried face. She seemed to be fine and all, but the stitches across her abdomen weren't exactly the most reassuring thing. "Thanks. My name's Suwako Moriya. Did I end up hurting you at all?" Suwako asked worriedly as she ran around the girl who she had seemingly crashed into earlier. She seemed to have been uninjured by the impact, but... "Are there any bones broken or anything?" Suwako asked, walking back in front of the girl and examining her again. "I can't heal you or anything like that, but maybe I could get you some water if there's any inflammation, or maybe some sort of plant for setting bones in place..." -------------------- Dio turned his head up as a notification appeared on the screen in his room. Seeing such advanced technology was a bit strange, but intriguing nevertheless. Casually glancing over the message, Dio slid a bookmark into his book before standing up and placing the book to the side. "Though I'd rather not fight the way I am right now... I guess it'd help to test my current strength in actual combat." he stated to himself as he left the room. Moving around the base and making his way to the hangar, Dio glanced at the time glowing dimly on a digital clock on the wall. "Hm. Still daylight. I won't be able to move freely outside in this state..." he said to himself as he walked around. Rapid transport at a time like this was of the utmost importance, after all.

Of all the things Masamune had seen during his life, this definitely topped a lot of them. As he made his way through the ruins, he came to what appeared to be two girls lying on the ground - one, the one he heard call herself "Suwaki Moriya" seemed strange enough, but the other one looked like she was showing more skin than Uesugi's bloody ninja. And did he see one of them falling from the sky? Seeing the first girl fretting over the second, he wondered if he should call out to them and make his presence known. Heck, he probably already did with his shout earlier. "Hey," he said as he rounded a corner and approached the two girls, his eyepatch and swords probably giving off a less than pleasant impression, "Are you two alright?"

**Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B** Black Rock Shooter stared down in confusion at the smaller girl as she fretted. She wasn't sure why, the otherself didn't think she was injured... Quietly, she looked herself over. No, she did not appear to be injured in any way. Of course, Black Rock Shooter was less easy to injure when compared to the human she reflected. So her only real response to the girl, 'Suwako', was to quietly shake her head. She did not feel any injuries, or at the very least if there had been any they had healed so quickly that the pain had been indistinguishable from the pain experienced from the impact. Seeing that everything was well, the otherself made to turn and walk away. After all, the girl was clearly fine, the man seemed fine, and she had to rescue Dead Master. ... The man was approaching. Why? "..." Black Rock Shooter turned to face him. He was asking if they were alright. He was armed. The girl was immediately on her guard, almost unconsciously stepping in front of Suwako and readying Rock Cannon. Finally, her mouth opened. "... Fine," she began, before her eyes quickly snapped to the swords he carried, "... You are armed." Of course, with this distraction, it was impossible for her to notice the dark shapes flitting through the windows of the tallest ruined building.

Suwako breathed a sigh of relief as the girl seemed to be alright. Just as she was about to follow her to wherever she was headed, Suwako's attention was immediately pulled by a man wearing an eyepatch and a samurai helmet. As she was about to respond to the man's question, the girl from earlier jumped in front of her and summoned some sort of... Well, she didn't know what exactly it was. "Er... I'm fine." Suwako said before looking the man over. He seemed familiar somehow- maybe it was the clothes he was wearing... Or maybe it was something else. Maybe it was the eyepatch. She couldn't really tell, honestly- though something kept nagging her in the back of her head, it didn't look like she's remember anytime soon. "Mmm... You look familiar. What's your name?" she asked, casually sending a smile his way. The weapons weren't that intimidating- after all, she had seen plenty just like them all those years ago... And far scarier ones, like that half-ghost's dual blades.

Seeing one of the girls bring up some sort of canon, Date could not help but be reminded of some of the Demon King of the Sixth Hell Oda Nobunaga's firearm weapons. However, the fact she stated a comment "You are armed" gave Masamune the impression that she viewed him as some sort of threat. Well, he had no intention of being one, but he was fine with being one if he had to. Seeing the girl ask who he was, Masamune turned and gave her a grin. "I'm Oshu's number one, Date Masamune." he said. "I'm not picking a fight here," he said to the girl although he meant for its meaning to be conveyed to the other girl pointing a weapon at him, "But I'm more than willing to take on a fight that I'm being picked for, get it?"

**Isaac Clarke- CMS Terra Nova, Bridge** Isaac stared out into the vast expanse of space in front of them. Zyland was working on the busted ShockSpace Drive, and Carver was keeping an eye on the radar for any sign of approaching hostiles. He wanted to jump as soon as possible, but he knew that would be a few hours. If anyone else who was a part of this "S.E." was coming for them, then they would definitely have to fend them off until Zyland finished. He looked down at the planet below them. Mostly jungle and water, by the looks of it. Great place to hide a storage building. It was lucky that they wound up here and not in the void that existed between planets. Had that been they case, they'd have certainly starved. He sighed, becoming aware that, wherever he was, it was no safer than where he was from.

**Raiden and Blade Wolf - Crew galley, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir** The nearly empty and silent mess hall, only the quiet flipping of pages over the hum of the engines, was about to have its silence slightly disrupted. "I do not see the point in reading a book when I can simply download the contents to my neural network." A robotic tone was heard, as well as the repetitive tack-tack-tack of metal on metal. "Just knowing what's in a novel isn't the purpose. Sure, that's fine for technical manuals and the like, but a good book is an experience, a journey." A deep baritone responded. "... I will try it, then, we have an abundance of time." Blade Wolf and Raiden now visibly entered the room, both coming over to a table adjacent to Blake's. "Speaking of time and reading, do you happen to remember what we supposed to be guarding this ship against? And what parts of the ship? I wasn't paying attention at the briefing." Raiden slid a few books that he was holding onto the table. Neither of them had brought any food. "Raiden, I am an AI. I am incapable of forgetting such data." "Oh, so you weren't paying attention in the first place either." "..." "I'll just call up Dlanor." Raiden put a finger to the side of his head, and his codec began dialing. "Hey, Dlanor, you happen to have a recording of the mission briefing or a document you could send me. I need to review our objectives and mission details." Blade Wolf looked away from Raiden, towards the only other person in the room, Blake. Taking one last glance at Raiden, busy with his call, he padded over to her. "My sensors indicate your bow is heated. I am unsure as to the purpose of this." Blade Wolf's head tilted slightly, and one could almost see the parallel between the murder machine AI, and the canines it was named after in this look of confusion.

**Shadow Eternity Secret Laboratory** A mess of machinery fills the large room, with only some walking space between each one. In the center of the room lies an operating table, with an unknown creature strapped onto it. It should be dead, judging from the fact that its ribcage was open and organs were missing from its insides. However, there was a red beam from a device that was attached to the ceiling, and it was flowing into the creature, keeping it alive and in pain. There was a man wearing a lab coat standing to the left of the table, reviewing a clipboard with notes on it. The man placed the clipboard on a table, which had a few bowls filled with the missing organs, and picked up a bonesaw. The man's name was unknown, and he is known by his codename: Medic. However, you'd hardly think he was a medic judging from his maniacal grin on his face and the evil glint in his eyes. Medic chuckled evilly, then began to extract another organ. Purple blood splattered all over the place, and the creature screamed, but the Medic did not seem to care. "Oh, don't be such a baby, it only stings for a moment," the Medic gently scolded the creature, as if it were only a small child getting a shot. Medic placed the extracted organ into another bowl and opened a fridge, which had quite the collection of organs in it. Selecting a few he thought was just right, he replaced them with the organs he extracted from the creature, then began placing the organs from the fridge into the creature. Once he was done, he grabbed his Medigun, the device attached to the ceiling, and set it to full power. At once the creature's rib cage began closing, and the gaping hole that was once there closed, as if nothing had ever happened to it. "Haa ha ha haaa, another successful procedure," Medic exclaimed. The creature looked at its chest, wary of what the Medic had placed into it, but it did feel somewhat stronger for some reason. Before it could do anything though, the Medic grabbed a syringe from a table and plunged it into the creature's neck, emptying the contents into the creature and knocking it out cold. The Medic then went over to the sink and washed his hands and face, then took off his lab coat and placed it on a coat rack. Medic grabbed a device on yet another table and opened it, revealing it to be a communication device. "Ah, hello?" Medic greeted. "Zhank you for ze new experiment, it was exciting. Please send more, and remove ze one here." There was some muttering from the device, and the Medic responded, "Oh, yes. Zat will do nicely. Danke." Hanging up, he left the lab and went off to get some air.

**Blake Belladonna - Crew galley, UMMA Vessel _Tanngrisnir_** Blake looked around when she heard the approaching voices, her slight irritation with the interruption easing as she heard the subject of the pair's conversation. She smiled and nodded in approval with the baritone's statement, turning in her seat to look at the door as they entered - and bit back a gasp. It wasn't the heavily mechanised human she was staring at, it was the decidedly unsettling profile of his robotic companion. If she'd had fur, it would have been standing on end. As it was she could feel her ears bristling under her bow as she forced herself to calm down and not leap up onto a lighting rig. _It - He's only built to look canine, he's not actually a dog... I think..._ By the time Blade Wolf was heading her way she'd calmed down enough to give him a nod in greeting, placing her book down with one finger keeping her place. "It's not exactly heated." She said politely, hesitating for a moment before reaching up to flick one of her ear out of her bow. She wiggled it for a second, then carefully slipped it back into the cloth.

"Date... Masamune..." Suwako repeated to herself before her eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh, do you mean THAT Masamune? The one who ended up working under Hideyoshi? I haven't seen you since you were a little kid!" she exclaimed, slipping past the girl from earlier to get a closer look at him. Unable to reach his height, though, Suwako looked up at his face before quickly causing a giant leaf to sprout from the ground and carry her up to his eye level. "Hm... You look different somehow." she said, hopping off the leaf and letting it disappear back into the ground. "I thought you'd be dead by now, though. It's been centuries since then..." Shrugging her shoulders, Suwako took to examining Date's swords. Six swords seemed a bit... Unwieldy, after all. Two blades was hard enough, but... Six? "Ah, I almost forgot!" Suwako said before turning back to the girl from earlier. "I never got your name. Would it be all right to tell me to me?"

**Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B** Black Rock Shooter lowered her cannon. Slowly, it dissipated into blue light again, leaving her unarmed. If he was not going to fight, she would not as well. Her only response to this was a simple, short word. "... Unnecessary." And that was that. When he introduced himself, Black Rock Shooter realized he was someone Mato had learned about in her history lessons. How strange. What was such a person doing here? ... Well, regardless, it was not her duty to discern that. Her duty was in the rescue and return of Dead Master, nothing else. However, before she could leave, Suwako stopped her again. Black Rock Shooter turned to face the girl, cocking her head to one side once more. What was it that was so important about telling the other girl her name? ... Well, there was no reason not to give it. "... Black Rock Shooter." The shapes in the ruined building had vanished. This was only because they were moving to the ground level. They were moving towards these newcomers. --- **Dlanor A. Knox, Inquisitor of Heaven - Dlanor's Office, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir** The universal communicator kicked in, and projected the holographic interface it interpreted the codec call as on Dlanor desk. She swiftly looked up, the small girl's yellow eyes fixing on the cyborg man in the projection. On one hand, it was an interruption, and the cyborg obviously should have known already... on the other, it presented an opportunity for a break from this blasted paperwork. The small girl nodded to Raiden's inquiry, reaching to the side of her desk and raising a folder up. The briefing had been simple. Their task was to defend the vessel in case of attempted Shadow Eternity attack. "I have the record of the briefing in this FOLDER," Dlanor began, rising from her seat. The projection followed the angelic inquisitor as she placed her quill aside and placed the folder carefully under one small arm. Her right, the one without the golden gauntlet. "I shall deliver it PERSONALLY." With that, she strode out of the room. Raiden was likely near the lounge, which featured a variety of options for both the civilian passengers and the agents defending it. The _Tanngrisnir_'s purpose was specifically for transport. Naturally, this did not necessarily mean only civilians, as there were certain materials in the hold that required safe transport. However, it was believed to be nothing that would place the civilians in danger.

 Sylvester had just gotten back from another course of training. Upon hearing some new recruits have joined the group, Sylly decided to visit them and welcome them to the fold. He went into the cafeteria where he could see a black-haired girl with yellow eyes, a cybernetic man and what seemed to be his robotic pet dog. Sylvester waved to Raiden. "Hey there! You must be the new guys here, right? My name is Sylvester. I've been a member of the UMMA since my teen years. I feel like I should welcome you three here. So, I hope you enjoy yourselves here." Sylvester said to Blake and Raiden. He wasn't sure if Blade Wolf could listen to him too or if it was like a dog.  A portal near Black Rock Shooter split open like a blooming rose as a man in yellow, banana-themed armor drove out of it in a green and red motorcycle with a rose in front of it. The Rose Attacker landed on the ground as he spun the bike around. On one hand was a long white spear that, with the handle, looked like a banana fresh from its peel. He got up and wandered around the building before turning to the black-haired woman with blue eyes. "**So, I take it I'm not back in Zawame?**" Kumon Kaito asked. He had been trying to find a way back to his world for about a week now. He could remember it clear as day. One day he was taking care of Hase's poor attempt at maintaining power, the next he's wandering Helheim Forest trying to get an exit. Was someone tricking him by changing where he's going? Someone's going to pay for this, that's for sure.  Eternal walked through the darkness of the Shadow Eternity HQ. He felt like he had wandered this maze forever. He stopped over by an equally dark room as a person began to talk about how it is still daylight outside. Eternal looked over to the vampire. He looked around the darkness. Even as a Gaia Memory, his eyes felt like a human's eyes. A disgusting human's eyes. Which reminded him of the very scum he was chosen to squash. UMMA. Not much was said about them from what he was told. Then again, he joined with just a simple interest from the leader. All he knows is that people stand in his way, and that he will ensure that they will enjoy hell.