Prosperity Atmosphere | Space Station "Heaven" - Hangar 10
BGM: Umineko OST - Haze (Yes, I loved it that much.)
http://listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=DGI1XWx1szM#Haze
Gaspard's eyes tracked the girl, and he lowered his head as she approached him. When she asked where they were going, he said nothing and simply turned around and led Terra through a nearby doorway into the corridors of Heaven. Their futuristic, mechanical, almost sterile looking surfaces contrasted sharply with the cloaks that the Guardian Angels wore, making Gaspard pop out from the background. He walked at a leisurely pace. Periodically, individual engineers would pass them in a hurried shuffle, most of them giving an offhanded greeting to Gaspard. It did not bother him that he was not greeted properly. They were not his subordinates: They were his family. He stopped in front of a window that gazed out at the planet's surface below and turned to face it. He then spoke so deliberately, that his random lapses into usage of French all but vanished, and all that remained was his accent.
"Right now, you stand upon the absolute pinnacle of technological, medical, and scientific development in Earth's Twenty-Second Century. This technology is centuries before its time, all devised by the Engineers that you see bustling past us from time to time." Gaspard gestured towards the view on the other side of the window. It was part Earth-like Terrain, part vast, empty Space, with several visible stars, as they sat on the edge of the void. "And we currently reside in the 80th-or-so-Century. Our technology has become... more-or-less obsolete... based on what I've witnessed. Sorry, let me explain who we are and what we do."
Gaspard turned once more, continuing down the Hallway as Terra followed by his coattails, "We are the Global-and-Human-Defence and Development Organization, or G-A-H-D-D. Colloquially known as "God," by those not aware of our true identity. Over the centuries, our organization has served many purposes, ranging from incognito intervention in international incidents, genocide, Doomsday Scenarios and so on. Our directive, currently, is to ensure the survival of as much life as possible, which include good people, and evil people Sometimes we have to kill either. Those of us that are members of this organization know ourselves as "Angels." Myself, Amanda, and Phenom are what are known as Guardian Angels. While we do focus on life-preservation as you saw earlier, we have a secondary function. Normally, that function is protecting individuals deemed... Imperative... to the survival of mankind in one way or another. We call these individuals "Charges."
Gaspard spoke as though he had rehearsed this monologue of his a million times, One might think with how much he was speaking, he'd forget where he was going, but he continued.
"Recent circumstances have, however, nullified that function and we currently work to carry out only our prime directive... until now at least. Phenom has elected to designate you as his Charge. This means that he will protect your life no matter the risk to him. It seems you remind him of someone he once knew. Anyway... you might be wondering why such an important organization has so few members, as evidenced by the lack of traffic through these halls. The truth is... what you will be seeing during your time here is only roughly 1% of our capacity. Far fewer than that, even, to be sure. However, we must maintain our directive: As such... we engage in combat with high-threat targets such as or Null down there on the surface."
"All that aside, however... you asked where we were going earlier? Why we're going to get lunch, of course! Surely you must be hungry. As long as you're able to walk, I figured I'd bring you to the Mess Hall with me and get you something to eat since you haven't eaten in a very long time. We have an expansive selection of dishes there. Then we'll go to the infirmary and have Ms. Sana examine you to make sure everything's where it belongs. You seem to be human at the very least, and even if you aren't, surely your anatomy is similar to ours. How's that sound?"