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Docking with Olam Ha-Ba, Judau slams his fist against a wall as he is faced with recruiting those he had intended to shield from warfare into yet another struggle for the Earth and space.

>Asherah:...You know even she is upset about doing this.
>Judau: That is why it pisses me off so much! If this was just about finding this Amuro guy and taking him out, we could do that just fine! We don't prove anything to the Normals! Let them ruin their own lives!
>Asherah: Judau...
>Judau: I'm sorry Asherah, I just...I want to give them the chance we never had. She's not wrong about this being our only real chance to save those innocents who are being used on Earth.

As Judau and Asherah are escorted to the grand complex containing hundreds of liberated Newtypes collected from the colonies, one of the Prospects lazily lounges on the roof of his Academy, staring out into the artificial night sky of the closed-type colony.

>Ple Clone 1: If you are going to break curfew, would you at least get a pass so I don't have to write you up every time I find you up here?
>Banagher: Any way I can buy your silence on it?
>Ple Clone 2: You can buy us desserts tomorrow~!
>Ple Clone 1: Fo, stop it. I am just worried you are going to be deprived of sleep if you keep this up. If reporting you is the only way to get you to go to sleep properly, I will have no other choice but to-

Taking her cloned sisters glasses, a more fit framed Ple clone takes a seat next to Banagher, setting the glasses over his eyes.

>Ple clone 3:...Yeah, you'll fit in well with those other nerds in the Maintenance department.
>Banagher: Remember, i'll probably be the guy making sure you diving equipment is in top shape.
>Ple clone 3: Is that a threat? I might just have to test how long you can hold your breath underwater next swim practice~.
>Ple clone 4: P-pardon, everyone? We were asked to come speak with miss Asherah...y-you too, Mister Links...