With the sound of metal soles hitting the tiled floor, a young woman stood there once she stopped... No, not a young woman, a brilliant supercarrier stood there with her arms folded in a stance that radiated a sense of authority. With a low voice, she speaks up. "Hmfp... What were you expecting? My decrepited corpse of a sister? Well, tough luck because she is busy. I'm Justice, the eighth of the Judgement-class." Ah... "Judgement's Clone" as the Eagle Union likes to nickname her. She does seem like a carbon copy of her older sister in terms of personality and looks. Soon Justice steps off to the side of the room, leaning on the table and speaks out once more. "You heard the roundabout once before from my sister Judgement, but let me remind you... We will not take it lightly if you insult or belittle our mother in any way." She huffed out. "Got it? Good."