Justitia was swarmed for a short while by the underground refugees, all of them wanted healing, and all of them had disease to purge. Turns out that living in a sewer for a while is bad for the body, and Justitia was determined to leave it. She guessed Alura would be fine, since she has that rock of justice to back her up. Justitia planned to go up to the surface, and the refugees insisted she hides her wings beneath a cloak while she's there. She didn't like having her wings be covered, but someone planning to gather information needs to be unrecognizable according to the refugees. She decided she would defer to the experts at living beneath people's noses for this.
Just as she was about to go, the radio crackled with noise.
"Warshawa enclave, come in, Warshawa enclave." One of the men quickly takes a seat at the radio and responds.
"10-4 Lost command, what's the situation?" The old man answers with practiced professionalism.
"The brass authorized civilian targeting, Warshawa will be hit with a bombing run later today. Make sure none of your people are in the city when it hits, over." The man on the other side of the radio says it as if he's saying that the sun will rise tomorrow.
"Copy that command, we will make sure none of our people will be in danger." Some of the refugees are looking at the fully prepared Justitia in mild dismay.
Justitia senses the worry oozing off the refugees, and decides to make it easier for them as she leaves. "Not to worry, the weapons of The Lost aren't highly effective on me, I'll be fine."
Before the refugees can process that statement, Justitia leaves the compound, deftly weaving her way past the landmines.
"Who the hell was that?" The man over the radio asks the refugees.
"That was someone who visited us today and healed some ill people, I think the Central Governor referred to her as an [Angel]?" Some drawer noises are heard from the radio, and then the shuffling of paper.
"I swear I have seen that before hold on... [Angel], [Angel], here it is! Let's see... Ostkampf incident... oh god. Holy shit... Warshawa enclave, you have to get away from her!" The refugees look in confusion at the radio.
"She left just now, she is going topside." Some relief is audibly heard from the radioman.
"Thank fuck, listen here, Warshawa enclave. Do NOT come into contact with entity 4-1 again, avoid all contact. Evacuate if need be! If she didn't kill you, you might be fine... for now."
The refugees give each other terrified looks, who the hell did they just meet?
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Entity 4-1, better known as Justitia is walking through the streets of Warshawa. An exit from the sewers was easy enough to find, and the few people that saw her exit the sewers didn't care too much. With Justitia's wings covered, no one knows if she is an angel. She quickly goes into an alley to get the smell of the sewers off her, no one notices the bright light in the alley purging her of foreign substances. The few homeless people that did see her blast sewage off herself quickly distance themselves. A light mage that strong cannot be a good sign in an alley.
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Justitia isn't blind to the numerous issues already plaguing the city, despite most of these people coming from at least one other world to settle here, the only thing these people truly have in common is a desire to leave their old homes. Exiting the alley, she makes her way over to a small market. Various goods are on display, and from nearby conversations she can guess that they appear to use raw gold, silver, bronze and copper as currency. Roughly in that order regarding value. Here in the market the diversity is also much greater than for the downtrodden, the homeless are all humans, most likely because the main connecting world is human. The various demihumans around all seem to be successful, because the unsuccessful couldn't make it this far.
Justitia overhears a heated argument within a store, she quietly enters without alerting the people talking.
"You still owe us 5 gold and 3 silver. How do you plan on repatriating us!?" some armored men are harassing the store clerk.
"I already paid yesterday!" The store clerk responds.
"That was the fee's for the store itself, the fee's pertaining to the protection of this area hasn't been paid yet." The soldier's hand rests on the pommel of a mace as he says that.
"The transfer tax was high enough as is! I can't pay that yet! I'll go bankrupt!" The store clerk is visibly distressed, and Justitia inches ever closer.
"Listen, I know you are in a tough spot right now, so I'll throw you a bone. We can delay the payment by another month... for a price." The soldier rubs his fingers, eyeing the merchant greedily.
"This is extortion! If you love money so much why didn't you sign up with the eastern armies to go rampaging across the cultist land there!? I'm sure some of their artifacts sell nicely." The merchant pleads desperately, but it has the opposite effect as the soldier gets incredibly agitated.
"I singed up with the western armies looking for the same! Instead, we get held back by command while all those blasted adventurers take the spoils! Don't overstep your boundaries, Gremtall!" The soldier attempts to stab his dagger into the store clerk's desk to intimidate him, but only succeeds in scratching the paint as the blade is deflected by the stainless steel desk.
"Calm down, or you will be found guilty of noise pollution." Everyone present flinches slightly, as a cloaked woman suddenly stands behind the soldier. Only her chin is visible through the cloak.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Instead, of responding, the woman just stands still. The soldier tries to stare her down, only to realize that when he looks really closely... is she blindfolded?
"Whatever, Gremtall, you have 1 month." The lead soldier storms out of the store, followed by his entourage of government thugs.
"H-hello ma'am, can I help you with something? Maybe an odd job to help an old man stay afloat?" The shivering merchant just now realizes what kind of spot he was in, and brings out a napkin to wipe the sweat off his brow.
"I am looking for a source of income, I was hoping a dealer of wealth would be able to supply me with an opportunity." Before the merchant can respond, a loud noise is heard from outside, like the sky is falling on the world below.
Above Warshawa a bomber squadron roars its defiance against [The Veil], and its hatred of the planetary invaders on the city below. Before anyone in the city can respond, bombs fall on several important pieces of infrastructure. After the first bombs hit their targets, subsequent bombs are shot out of the sky by elemental magic attacks. The interception rate against the falling bomb isn't perfect, but it's good enough for the people below. Several mages ascend from the city, and attempt to shoot down the bombers. Their attempts are met with a hail of lead spat out by furious fighter jets, some of which get blasted out of the sky by the mages. The air raid quickly concludes, and the fires below are fought by mages capable of dealing with fire.
Justitia looks impassively through a window from the store.
"Mr. Gremtall, about this business opportunity you told me. I think I'll accept."