"I'll miss you, bro," Ansel said as they saw Oslo off in the gate. Oslo laughed, copying him and placing his hand on the other's shoulder.
"Likewise," he said with a smile, his sights moving to the rest of the crowd seeing him off. His eyes somehow fixed on the beautiful woman with green eyes. "I will miss all of you."
And he turned back with his bike, heart filled with gratitude, looking forward to what he could possibly give them back.
As Oslo went out, another group was heading in from the southwest direction.
It was Gill's group, still much larger than the seven people who left Altera a few weeks prior.
The group brought a couple of new people with them, all with various emotions, unsure of what to expect of this new territory—a new village.
For example, in the Terran Mercenary team, there were the five aborigine team members they brought. They felt complex and were really unsure of what to expect of… a village.
