The escape pod rattles loudly from the inside, but the [Angel] within will be just fine. She has already started practicing her magic, and is able to easily cast a solid barrier of light around her. It keeps her safe against cruder forms of dealing damage. This does not stop her from holding on for dear life, as the escape pod loudly slams into the trees below, and the sound can be heard for kilometers. The escape pod makes a hissing sound, and the door slowly slides open to reveal a blindfolded winged woman.

Justitia has never fallen out of the sky before, but she thinks that this is something she would rather not repeat. It was a very bumpy ride, and all in all not a great experience, at least she thinks so. She still doesn't actually know if falling out of the sky is so bad compared to other things. Maybe people fall out of the sky for fun? She does not know, but that is not important. What is important is finding justice to bring. Pointing the scales at everything around her, they don't respond to her immediate surroundings.

[This is a [Tree], U.N.E. law does not see this as an entity that can be judged]

[This is a rock. U.N.E. law does not see this as an entity that can be judged]

[This is a [Human] corpse, U.N.E. law does not see this as an entity that can be judged]

[This is a [Wrecked U.N.E. Escape Pod], U.N.E. law sees this as its property, and falls under jurisdiction of its owner. Current owner: Justitia]

Justitia quickly notices that nothing here can be judged, and the odd spacing of anything relating to the U.N.E. has also disappeared, sure enough when she checks out her U.N.E. stuff it all has proper descriptions. They don't mention anything she doesn't know yet, so it's all unimportant. The manual had more detailed information on the plasmacutter, and she knows that was just standard procedure. Regardless, none of that is important. There is no justice to administer here, and thus no sin. This place is clean.

Leaving the forest, there are voices approaching, and an instinct Justitia didn't know she had kicks in. She leaps upward into a tree, and stalks the voices approaching.

"It has to be here! I heard it land here for sure!" Three men walk through the foliage, their excitement at having found something is palpable. One is carrying a basket of fruits and roots, one is carrying an axe and one is carrying a welder. In addition to the variety of tools, the forager has a rifle, the lumberjack has a shotgun and the man with the welder carries an assault rifle.

"Of course you heard it, you buffoon! We all heard it land! Rather hard not to!" The lumberjack smacks the welder over the back of his head.

"Look! Is that a spaceship!?" The forager points at the escape pod, and all the men stare at it for a bit, as if seeing something only they can see.

"U.N.E.? It looks advanced, there should be some good looting in it if it came from one of those sky thingies." Despite the welder carrying the most advanced tools, he is unaware of the possible danger a crashed space-vessel can hold, and their entire conversation was monitored by an angel hiding in the trees.

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Justitia points her scales at the lumberjack, and checks to see if these men are in need of justice.

[You judge [Hans Haverstadt] using the scales! He is found guilty of 1337 counts of illegal logging, he is found guilty of unregistered firearm ownership, he is found guilty of untrained firearm usage, he is found guilty of disregarding first contact protocols with (9) alien species, he is found guilty of destroying materials relating to first contact protocols (8), he is found guilty of 3746 parking violations (parking outside of a designated parking spot), he is foun-

Justitia barely reads the wall of text as it comes by, she doesn't know what most of this means, but she doesn't need to. All she knows is that the scales are NOT happy, and heavily tilt. The other men all have comparable results. Are these monsters unleashed on the unsuspecting world? Are these men the standard for this world? Justitia does not know these things, but the scales know. They tell her that they have sinned greatly, and need to be punished for their sins, but how will she punish them? She doesn't know many punishments, and lacks the resources to enact the ones she does.

Just as she thinks of how to set up a prison in space to lock these men up so they can never see the light again, she looks at the plasma cutter in her hand. Of course! Death penalty is a punishment! She doesn't have any other options, so she simply descends behind the men.

"Fritz, what the fuck is that?" The forager asks the welder as a beautiful woman descends on them from above, but the welder doesn't respond to his inquiry.

"I-I don't know! She looks like some kind of mutant?" The welder shakes in fear, and doesn't break eye contact with the plasma cutter in the hands of the woman.

"H-hello lady, no need to worry! We aren't with The Lost Men, and have no quarrel with mutants. Is this yours? Don't worry if it is, we will just head on our way." Hans shakes a little as well, and he feels the tension in the air. He tries to defuse the situation to no avail, as the woman keeps approaching.

Just before the welder can get his assault rifle out, the lumberjack gets slashed with the sword, and disappears into dust.

"HANS! HE HAD A FAMILY, YOU BITCH!" The welder fires his [Ancient-pattern assault rifle], but the bullets ricochet off a thin barrier of light that lights up with every bullet that hits it. Before any words of protest or begging come from the welder, he is slashed into featureless sinless ash as well. The forager took the time to run, desperately trying to reach a car in the distance. He is stopped by a bright beam of light piercing his hamstring, and falls to the ground.

"Oh, god... aahhh fuck... that... stings!" Clutching his leg, he stutters in shock. Unaware, or uncaring of his impending doom. A woman with a pair of wings lands next to him, and he looks at her blindfold.

"Why?... Why do this?" Justitia doesn't respond to his inquiry, and reduces the forager to ash as well. The blade going through him with no resistance, as if he is simply transported to a no doubt happier place.

Justitia straightens herself at the demise of the men, she has done well. Justice has been administered to three horrible men, and the world has been made a little more just.

The death of only a single sinner is a tragedy, but the death of a million sinners would be a good start.