Justitia wakes up in a dark metal hallway, the lights are out, and the oxygen in the air is thin. Floating debris show signs of major damage, but with oxygen in the hallway the damage can't be too bad. She doesn't know how she knows this, but she knows it doesn't matter. What matters a little more are the black-armored corpses floating around the hallway, their reason of demise completely unknown to the young [Angel].

She looks at her left hand, finding an object being held firmly in her hand, which she doesn't remember picking up. A set of large golden scales, which she loves on contact. She loves how the scales look, and how they feel. She loves how the scales give her a sense of purpose, and how they tell what's wrong and what's right. Not only that, but she knows that together with the scales, she will overcome anything, but the scales are not a weapon she could use to dispense justice, she would need something else for that.

While looking around, she sees a large window in a room. The window gives her a perfect view of a beautiful planet. What appears to be 2 moons circling the planet however, is apparently only 1 moon, and a large ball of black. The planet itself as well, appears wrong on closer inspection. There are pieces of land clearly torn, and some areas are a dull gray, rather than the lush green. The empty space surrounding the planet doesn't seem so empty anymore either, and she could swear that the stars are watching.

That's when she sees her own reflection, she would call herself the very image of justice, if it weren't for those eyes. Rather than stare at the reflection any longer, she tears of some of the tough black clothing from one of the unarmored corpses, and wraps it around her eyes. She can still see good enough thanks to being an angel, and now she won't scare anyone. As for the corpse, whoever they were, clearly doesn't need the fabric any longer. Moving back to the armored corpses, she notices they were carrying a suitcase of sorts. One the long metallic rectangular suitcase, big words are printed.

WARNING: EXPERIMENTAL EQUIPMENT

Justitia appreciates the warning given, and takes the metal case. She feels like this could be a weapon fit for justice. Checking through the corpses, she finds numerous items that are all worthless to her, and sees a symbol on the shoulder of them as well. None of the items had her interest, but the symbol has her attention.

U.N.

The symbol speaks to her, but she doesn't know how to listen to it. What is her relation to it? Why can't she truly break her attention on it? Then the realization hit her. This is a faction marker, and she is a member of this faction. She feels satisfied at this realization, and tries to rip off the patch from one of the armored corpses. Except it doesn't come off, and if she were to try to use magic she might damage the patch. She thinks of going back to the unarmored corpse to further desecrate it, but is stopped by another thought. Maybe the case can help?

She slams the case against the floor a few times, to no avail. it seems that whatever the case is made from won't just budge from a few smacks. Then she thinks some more, if she is from this factions, and this is theirs, doesn't that mean she should have a key? Yeah, that makes sense. She looks at the sides of the case, and sees a finger sized plateau at one of the points. Putting her finger on the plateau, the suitcase makes a hissing sound, along with a voice coming from the box.

That confirms it! She has a rank! This means she is with these people... these dead people. Suddenly she is no longer as excited as having a team. No matter, the importance at hand here is clearly the weapon inside. Picking up the tool, she finds a manual next to it, on the manual are 93 pages of instructions on how to safely use it, she skips to the part of turning it on. She is a corporal, she knows what she's doing. She does read some of the specs of the blade in her hands.

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[U.N.E._Plasmacutter_Nuclear]

U.N.E._property_Terraspark_welder_thermonuclear_heatcancellationprojector

The text looks a bit odd, but it is completely fine. All she understands from this is that the blade is very hot, and has a built-in system to protect the user. A bit unreliable maybe, because she does distinctly remember anything with the word nuclear in it not being great to hold in your hands, but she will have to do with what she can gather now. Walking down the broken hallways of the former battleship, she can tell the vessel isn't truly dead. Crippled beyond repair maybe, but as she can tell that energy still sparks with purpose within the walls. It is most likely the ship A.I. trying to keep things together, maybe it can help?

She holds her scales close, and thinks of that poor planet down there. There are those who need the help of an angel much more than the A.I., and it is standard procedure to evacuate the ship in case of an emergency. Before embarking on her grand quest, she looks at what she actually has in her arsenal.

[Scales of Justice (UNE_Lawbook)]

These scales weigh the crimes of the target. Targets are dependent on the lawset applied to the scales. The lawset provided must be from a recognized lawbook. Current lawset is: UNE_Lawbook. When a target is considered guilty by the scales, defense is reduced based on how guilty they are considered. Strips facades in addition to defense. This item is bound by fate to Justitia. All interactions between this item and Justitia are empowered. This item is more likely to stay in the hands of Justitia as long as she lives.

[Last One Standing T3]

This trait is awarded to individuals who are almost alone. Organization/Species needs to be of significant strength before having been cut down in numbers. Significantly increases all capabilities of this individual. This trait is at Tier 3, it has reached this level because of [Angel] [United_Nations_Officer_Rank_Corporal] and surviving long enough during [The Forgotten Planet] incident while on either of the Titans.

[Angel]

You are of the Angel species. Angels are naturally inclined to virtues, and abhor sins. You are also much more attuned to light magic, and have a weakness to dark magic as a result.

[Angelic Flight]

As a member of the angel species, you are an exceptional flier, and flight speed is increased during daytime.

[Angelic Light Magic]

As a member of the angel species, casting light magic comes naturally, and strength of all light magic is increased during daytime.

[United_Nations_Officers_Rank_Corporal]

Survival_UNE_Stalwart_promoted_rank2_

[Last Angel]

The Angel species is dead, having been killed for their valuable materials long ago. Greed knows no bounds, and the greedy have marked you for death. Your feathers are the softest in the realm, and your skin would make for the finest of anti-light magic leather armors. Your hair would make for a fine wig, and could also be used as a powerful catalyst in a potion. Your flesh and bones are powerful enchanting tools, and your blood could fuel the finest rituals. Taxidermists love you, but you won't love them back. This curse is visible as long as someone knows you are an angel.

The traits seem rather nice to the young aspirant of justice. She looks to the sign that says 'escape pods' which never managed to launch.

She's not sure if these traits are really that good because she has no other examples...yet.