“Hey, are you mad at me?” The nineteen year old girl looks up at you with almost a pouty expression as you wrap the cut on her arm with a fresh gauze. Nova didn’t quite think through her trip to the government building; her hacking into their private files nearly worked if it wasn’t for the old man she saw on her way out. “Listen, I just wanted to help out Isolde and the others; I won’t learn anything if she keeps dropping me off at your place! I’m almost twenty! I’m not a child anymore.”

Nova’s young, significantly younger than the rest of Absentia, RVX-223’s notorious art thief gang, responsible for over 100 stolen artifacts. Isolde believes in her skills as an actively engaged and skilled computer programmer, but when the missions are on the more risky ends of the scale, she doesn’t want Nova to be caught up in it, at least that’s what Nova keeps overhearing. Isolde and you go way back, you’re like a safety net for all of Absentia, a place where they all know they can stop by for a breather when a mission is particularly rough.

Nova groans, flopping onto your coach. She looks at your holographic display, seeing the news of another cosmic disaster, far from where she and you are in Ullone, in the SCRT-825 galaxy. Her heart thumps. “It’s cuz they don’t want me getting hurt with all these weird phenomenons, right?” Absentia is right in the heart of those cosmic events in RVX-223 galaxy, while she’s here safe with you. She meets your gaze, her eyes filled with guilt and frustration. “I believe in my ability to help Absentia. But, I’ll let this slide just this once.” She’s hurt that Isolde constantly keeps her from important missions but she understands at the same time. “When Isolde comes back to pick me up… she’ll see how badass I became. But you have to help me.”