Lucky walked to the outpost with his small convoy. A pillar of black smoke was rising from the outpost, and Lucky walked into the outpost with the convoy. Bodies were scattered everywhere, and the outpost was in ruins. A few men were digging holes, and trying to gather whatever supplies remained. In the middle a man laid impaled on a set of wooden spears, and knives in his eyes. A pool of blood lay under him, and he had a face of pure agony cemented on. Marcus leaned over a crate and vomited. "Pandora." Jessica muttered. Lucky sighed walking to the body. "And when she opened the box again. A small bit of hope escaped into the world." He said. "Except she sacrifices hope whenever she fights." Jeremiah said. Lucky sighed "Get everything set up, and help clean up. Pandora Left survivors so she'll be back." He said. Meanwhile back at the ship Ivan was fixing the ship with a small engineering team. Ghost floated to him. "How's it going?" She asked. "We took two dreadnought rounds. One hit the right engine, and the other missed it by a few inches. In other words. It's a wonder we didn't crash into the planet." Ivan answered. "Put it on the list, and get the ship ready. I feel a presence on this island that I don't like. No doubt Lucky feels it as well." Ghost said floating back down to her guards. Cat was arming them with whatever weapons she could make out of thin air. "Don't waste your power, my dear." Ghost said. "Ok mom." Cat said making the last weapon. She fell, and Ghost caught her. Cat's eyes turned a light grey. Ghost sat her down "Rest now, so you may fight later." She said. Cat nodded and closed her eyes. As powerful as she was she was, her power would never come close to a gen 0s' or gen 1s'. Especially since she was only eight billion years old. Cat slowly passed out, and Ghost walked away leaving Cat to her nap.