Soshika Lypha is sitting on a bunk in the barracks, writing in a spiral-bound notebook. "It's been a while since I've written. I promised I'd keep up with this. I'm in the army now. Going against the Rulerists. They want us to convert or join their cause. After what happened... To you, to mom and dad... That just didn't appeal to me."

Flint: "Medic Soshika Lypha?"
Solla Flint appears, holding a piece of paper.
Flint: "Oh, good. You are here. I'm Solla Flint, your new commanding officer. You have been signed to a garbage run. How quickly can you be ready?"
Lypha: "I remember you. From Intelligence, right? Didn't I treat you once for radiation sickness?"
Flint: "Good memory. Why are you not packed yet?"
Lypha: "But isn't a garbage run to... pick up..."
Flint: "Discarded Rulerist supplies and weapons, yes. If you are wondering why we are taking a medic... It is the nature of our object of recovery."

The paper Flint is now holding up in front of herself reads "Bio-Weapon Retrieval." Lypha: "... Okay, I'm ready."