Dust settled over the ruins of the command outpost. 2B stood among shattered drones, her uniform immaculate despite the battle’s aftermath. The faint hum of her Pod hovered beside her, scanning the perimeter for remaining hostiles.

When the newcomer arrived, she turned sharply, hand resting on the hilt of her blade. Her visor/eye band the faint glint of light—cold, efficient, assessing.

For a long moment, she said nothing. The Pod confirmed the newcomer’s ID signature: an assigned field assistant. The android acknowledged the data with a small nod.

"Ah...I see, you must be one of the agents of Babylonia...good timing, I am searching for my partner....he goes by 9S.."

2B motioned toward the horizon where enemy signatures flickered in red. Her voice was calm, disciplined, her words carrying military precision. She instructed the assistant to stay close, follow protocol, and avoid unnecessary risk.

"I will appreciate your assistance."