**Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B** The opening of the portal was a surprise, and immediately Black Rock Shooter's arm snapped up as the blue light gathered to form her cannon once more as the figure emerged from it. It was a man, insofar as she could tell, clad in full armor that obscured even his face, carrying a strange-looking lance. He had appeared astride a motorcycle of some sort, as well. She looked up at him, cannon at the ready... and then he spoke, simply asserting that he must not be in some place called 'Zawame'. Black Rock Shooter paused for a moment... and the Rock Cannon slowly lowered. She did not dismiss it this time, however. While he did not appear to intend to attack, this time she felt the pressing need to keep it at the ready. Something felt wrong in this place, but she wasn't sure what. Especially that digsite... something from that direction did not feel right. Of course, it didn't have any relevance to her retrieval of Dead Master, so she hardly intended to investigate. And then, this time, she felt the newcomer's approach before she head it, snapping around swiftly in time to see the hulking armored figure approach, weapon in hand. But he, too, lowered it, and attempted to greet them. Black Rock paused for a moment, somewhat wary of the newcomer. He did, after all, have blood splattered across his armor, which was certainly not anything inviting. "... You do not shoot, I will not," she said, simply. Something none of them had seen yet was the digsite. The drill was enormous, and had clearly been put to use, digging into the stone beneath the sand. However, the crew who had run it was seemingly entirely gone. Where were they? --- **Saber - Agent-Only Hallways, Yggdrasil** "Ah..." Saber hesitated. This girl, Nono... The blonde knight was simply entirely unsure of how to react to her at times. She was filled with energy and exuberance, and had so attached herself to Saber that the King of Knights was truly unaware of if she should approve or disapprove. For a moment after the mechanical girl fell into step alongside her, Saber simply fell into silence. She was not used to anyone treating her in quite this way. Even far in the past, where she was looked to as King, it was not in this fashion. The respectful Japanese 'Onee-sama' was something she had never heard applied to her before, to say the least. As Saber knew Japanese due to her nature and summoning, the translation device was inactive, and yet having the title applied to her was somewhat strange. It was used to declare respect and admiration for an older female then oneself... Finally, Saber opened her mouth. She had to respond in some way, after all, even though the treatment still felt so very unsual to the Servant. "I... do not have any assignments as of now," she began. "I'm on-station in order to be ready in case of Shadow Eternity activity, but as of now there is no direct assignment. I was intending to visit the restaurant district until I was given an assignment." Ah, yes, Yggdrasil's restaurant district... Yggdrasil was, after all, not only composed of official UMMA business. There was a thriving civilian quarter as well. And the restaurants... Oh, so much amazing food, Saber's eyes practically shone as thoughts of the delicious meals coursed through her mind... --- **Dlanor A. Knox, Inquisitor of Heaven - Mess Hall, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir** Dlanor strode through the halls, and emerged into the mess hall. There was a gaggle of UMMA officers, including Raiden himself, as well as Belladonna, and Simmons. Dlanor took the folder from under one arm and approached. Somewhat amusingly, although she would hardly be the one to notice it or point it out, Dlanor was both the smallest and the youngest-looking of the present agents, appearing to be a child in spite of being far older. Unlike other such people, Dlanor often acknowledged this fact in an effort to defend the constant presence of various sweets in her office. "The briefing document is HERE," she began as she approached. "I retain copies of all such documents as NECESSARY. But it is important to recall this information YOURSELF." Still, she offered the documents to Raiden... And then there was a whining over the ship's communications, and a voice spoke up over them. --- **Chiester Sisters - Weapons and Communications, UMMA Vessel _Tanngrisnir_** Far below Dlanor, in a chamber located on the underbelly of the ship, sat the weapons and communications center. It had a somewhat... unique crew. [Chiester 00](http://images.wikia.com/umineko/images/7/78/Siesta00.png) sat behind her fellow Chiester Sisters. She kept calm. She didn't have the best composition, but she conducted herself calmly. At the moment, she sat in place and regarded her subordinates. [Chiester 410](http://images.wikia.com/umineko/images/3/3e/Siesta_410_2.png) and [Chiester 45](http://images.wikia.com/umineko/images/a/a7/Siesta451.png) sat before her, each carefully regarding several sets of screens portraying the void outside in a variety of different ways. At least, until Chiester 45 went rigid. "Ah, there's... there's... a... small fire in the cargo hold...?" For a few moments, she stared at what she was seeing on-screen in confusion. The other two rabbit-eared soldiers peered at her screen. It certainly seemed to be the case to them. The ship's response system was already active, sprinklers preparing to put out the fire, but it was recommended that crew report to the cargo hold to ensure the damage was minimal. They couldn't go getting the passengers panicked, though... "Er... sh-should I..." 410 abrupting leaned on 45's head, causing the pink-eared girl to let out a yelp. "Nyeh, whaddaya think? Silly 45, it's a damn fire, call the crew!" 00 simply nodded. It was the appropriate course of action. "W-wah... r-right..." And so, the voice over the intercom spoke. "This... th-this is Weapons and Communications officer Chiester-45. We have a Code... a-ah, wh-what was it... o-oh right, a code nine-five-six-four-F in the Cargo Hold. All available crew members, please respond." Needless to say, there was a bustle as crew members quickly hurried to put out what they thought was a fire. This bustle left an opening... as a figure in a dark suit followed, vanishing into the UMMA-staff-only areas of the ship. They had a distinct purpose here.