The Ark

Finding Purpose Pt2

The metallic clanking of one's shoe was the main sound present. The stars and moon shone with a soft yet brilliant light making traversing the landship deck easy.

Kal'tsit in all her near infinite wisdom in the eyes of many and nonstop work ethic also needed momentary pauses to recollect herself. She walked to one of the high platforms of the landship and sat herself there with a small snack in hand, crackers.

She ate them slowly so as to enjoy the salty flavor of them, many of the children that she performed treatment on often gave her sweets as they didn't have anything else to offer her. Kal'tsit doesn't hate sweets but too much of it can get tiring so the crackers are a good palate cleanser.

As she looked up at the sky her graze bounced from one star to the next. As she looked more at the stars and was intoxicated she could momentarily believe that the landship she is on is not that of Rhodes Island, but belonged to its predecessor: Babel.

"Beautiful night wouldn't you agree?"

All of Kal'tsit movements stopped along with the reminiscing of the past due to the presence of another body.

"It is." Kal'tsit stood up wiping any crumbs that may have and landed on her. "What can I do for you Apollo?"

Apollo doesn't answer for a moment but rather looks up at the stars. "Oh nothing. Just here to admire the heavens, that's all." Apollo takes out a sucker and starts eating it. He looked back at Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit didn't turn around but that nonchalant voice is recognizable to anyone who's been around the man for long enough. Kal'tsit is always on guard in the event of a sudden attack it wouldn't be the first time she's gotten abused in a place she believed to be safe. There are only a handful of people that she can drop her guard around and that number barely changes with time.

The last time that number changed majorly was not that long ago when someone everyone trusted betrayed them, causing her already clenth hands to turn white. All she has now are Amiya, the Elite Op's, and a small number of allies outside of Rhodes Island.

Kal'tsit takes a deep breath to push those thoughts away to deal with the upcoming conversation at hand with a potential threat. Someone from an unknown land, someone who barely talks about his past, and someone who brings a power that no one has heard of. There were too many red flags in her mind, and in the mind of some of the Elite Ops.

Apollo strolls next to Kal'tsit and plots himself on the ground.

"Here Kal'tsit, do you like to travel?" Apollo asked not to take his eyes away from the sky.

The question caught her off guard, she expected something grander. "I don't mind the process of traveling, after all to help the infected I have to travel the world." She replied.

"It's good you have a goal in mind." Apollo said as he took out another sucker.

"Of course, everyone in Rhodes Island is here because they have a goal in mind. Whether that is to help the infected, receive treatment or anything in between." Kal'tsit said.

"Then I guess I'm the anomaly in that case." Apollo said as he sat upright. "Hell, I assume even though Marth is as lost as she is, I can already see her staying here for a long time. No rather I can guarantee she will, so get ready Kal'tsit because you are going to have a new Elite Operator soon." Apollo said.

"Then wouldn't taking care of Marth as both a teacher and brotherly figure not already be your goal?" She was curious about his answer now.

"If I'm being honest. I don't consider taking care of Marth to be my goal. If nothing else you all are already doing a better job than me. My only function at this point is to teach magecraft to the point my students have a good understanding of the fundamentals along with making sure Marth is happy with herself.