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Halcyon smiled and Deunan chuckled. "I guess we'll be coming with you for a while, then!", Deunan said chirpily. Halcyon nodded......until he suddenly widened his eyes. "...Wait. I just realized I forgot something in the camp. Damn it."

Deunan gave Halcyon an annoyed look. "Aww, Halcyon...seriously?!" Halcyon scratches the back of his head. "Sorry, sorry...I'll make it up with you one day, haha." He then turned to Gelon. "Don't let us keep you, then. Sounds like you have a busy day ahead of you." Deunan also turned to Gelon, and flashed him a smile. "Take care, and stay strong.....old man."

The Gunsever's main camera lets out a green flash, allowing Gelon to enter the orbital elevator....and finally leave the under forests.

Once inside the elevator, Gelon has time to rest. This will take a while. He can see Deunan and Halcyon waving at him from below, as they walk away and as he ascends to the skies. Eventually, the sight of the forests was replaced by the clouds of the Nebulon morning sky. Around him, Gelon can see the bright green sky of Nebulon. Quite a pleasant sight.

Suddenly, Gelon catches sight of a strange synthetic gynoid. From head to toe, she looks like a green robotic maid with golden synthetic parts and joints. Her red, dull-looking eyes are not looking at him, instead directed at the floor. Strange...he didn't see her when he came in.

After a few moments of awkward silence, the synthetic woman finally spoke up. "I...I have a message." Her voice is clear like a bell, and is quite pleasant to listen to, in spite, or maybe because of, the synthetic qualities.

Her red eyes glow, and projected a hologram onto the ground in front of Gelon....showing a blonde haired, middle aged man in a purple and red suit. Even though it is just a hologram, Gelon can feel his odd, piercing eyes. It's as if he's judging him, despite the smile he has plastered on his face.

The middle aged man bowed, and began speaking. "Greetings, Gelon Deskovitch. My name is Boris Kivorisch Drakov, of Drakov Industries...I have faith that you have heard of me." His voice oozes with confidence, and one can't blame him. The Drakov Industries is one of the most successful megacorp in Stratevaria, with a particularly heavy presence on Nebulon. They are the ones currently in charge of maintaining the Orbital Elevators in Nebulon, ever since the Galactic War crippled the Napishtim Federation. In fact...the Drakov red wyvern insignia can be seen on That Woman's golden headdress.

"I trust you, like everyone else in Stratevaria, witnessed GEHENNA's broadcast....I will get to the point. Drakov Industries is very interested in GEHENNA...and in what the entity could bring to this galaxy. Of course, the entity would not give its knowledge and power freely...but that's why fighters like you exist. I am putting together a team of the most experienced and powerful warriors. Backing them up with Drakov Industries' nigh-unlimited resources, I am sure that we will be able to do good for Stratevaria."

Boris' hologram pauses, and looks at Gelon eye to eye.

"I am willing to compensate you anyway you desire. I....WE....need your talents, Gelon Deskovitch."

The Elevator is almost at the upper city. Just a little more to go....