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The Fourth
[The expedition in Antarctica had ended well. Bits of the tomb's antechamber being taken by the attackers was the biggest loss.
However, that leaves one, glaring problem right after the mission: the Horseman, or woman, who is still very much alive. Efforts were made by Abel Meyers and the Metis Group to take her back to their facilities to study her, since it was a rare opportunity...]

"...that being said, we would appreciate your cooperation in this-"

No.
[But each time the request was made, the girl refused, and instead hid behind the closest UG member present.]
***
[Some time later, once everyone has returned to base, the eccentric head of the Metis Group contacts the UG once again.]
"Ahem! So, after some...careful deliberation, we've decided that it is best to leave the Horseman in your care. She doesn't appear to pose any sort of threat, and we have at least managed to find out what those pieces stolen from the tomb's antechamber were.
"According to her, they contain location information on the other tombs; like coordinates, only fragmented! Unfortunately, this means that Stigma now has access to them...
"Not to worry. The Metis Group will continue to decipher our own set of information through the scroll that started all this. This is one race we will not lose!
"In the meantime, excellent work. We will surely be counting on you again in the future, Unity Group!"
[Despite his cheery disposition, there is a feeling of disappointment coming from Meyers as he ends the broadcast.]
--

1. [Almost immediately after arriving, the newcomer is having a self-guided tour (read: getting lost) around the Unity Group bases.
Nearly everything seems to pique her interest, and a number of things, she prods gently. It doesn't help that she has forgotten her temporary ID card, though...]
-
2. [As for where that ID card is...it lies on the ground just outside Sakihama Base, flanked by a black scythe embedded in the ground, and a horse of a cybernetic nature.
Should one try to lift the weapon, they will find that it isn't physically possible, no matter the physique and means.
Whether the person is trying the above, or just approaching for another reason, the steed just stares at them quietly.]
...
However, that leaves one, glaring problem right after the mission: the Horseman, or woman, who is still very much alive. Efforts were made by Abel Meyers and the Metis Group to take her back to their facilities to study her, since it was a rare opportunity...]

"...that being said, we would appreciate your cooperation in this-"
No.
[But each time the request was made, the girl refused, and instead hid behind the closest UG member present.]
***
[Some time later, once everyone has returned to base, the eccentric head of the Metis Group contacts the UG once again.]
"Ahem! So, after some...careful deliberation, we've decided that it is best to leave the Horseman in your care. She doesn't appear to pose any sort of threat, and we have at least managed to find out what those pieces stolen from the tomb's antechamber were.
"According to her, they contain location information on the other tombs; like coordinates, only fragmented! Unfortunately, this means that Stigma now has access to them...
"Not to worry. The Metis Group will continue to decipher our own set of information through the scroll that started all this. This is one race we will not lose!
"In the meantime, excellent work. We will surely be counting on you again in the future, Unity Group!"
[Despite his cheery disposition, there is a feeling of disappointment coming from Meyers as he ends the broadcast.]
--
1. [Almost immediately after arriving, the newcomer is having a self-guided tour (read: getting lost) around the Unity Group bases.
Nearly everything seems to pique her interest, and a number of things, she prods gently. It doesn't help that she has forgotten her temporary ID card, though...]
-
2. [As for where that ID card is...it lies on the ground just outside Sakihama Base, flanked by a black scythe embedded in the ground, and a horse of a cybernetic nature.
Should one try to lift the weapon, they will find that it isn't physically possible, no matter the physique and means.
Whether the person is trying the above, or just approaching for another reason, the steed just stares at them quietly.]

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Protect...the innocent?
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...
To stand up to this injustice, to grow strong so you can defend others. This is what it means.
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[Fyra contemplates this in silence. But because of that example, she can at least understand.]
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Well, that was easy.]
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[Sielje just realizes that she has been proselytizing for the last few minutes. Blush is starting to creep up her face.]
This is not an easy task, do you understand? Of course I am glad to see you make up your mind! However...!
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[And now she waits for Sielje to continue.]
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[Now that the fight's over, Sielje seems unhappy with how it went.]
Compared to others, my contribution was...
1/2
[Fyra looks on questioningly, unable to grasp this situation. But then...]
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Because an ally is an ally.
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There's still much to learn about the current world; and considering the situation, those who can help are what she needs.]
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...
Are you in honesty an ancient artifact of destruction? I wonder why people of old made you so human-like.
[And so cute, but Sielje is never going to admit it.]
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[She has heard this a few times already from others, but...]
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Destroy, to unmake things. Ruin them, end human lives... and so on.
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Some here called me...Death.
I...am not certain.
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But what you make of it is... well. You seem set on following your own path.
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That is why I decided on it.
[Hopefully, she'll find out whatever it is that is missing on this path, too.]
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[Sielje nods, but she seems to take it with a conflicted expression.]