On a ridge of the yet unnamed World Zero One, Priest had carefully placed the transceiver into the rucksack behind his armor after completing his report.
"There's no need for such haste, leader." Alchemist could not help giggling leisurely, having watch as Priest made his report grimly and carefully while holding the transceiver as if it was a chicken egg. "Haven't we tested that thing's durability before? That thing could actually take Rider's full-powered blow."
"Fool! Leaving aside the fact that there are many stronger beings than rider, the transceiver is our only link to the motherworld!" Priest retorted angrily at his teammates' lackadaisical attitude. "If this 'thing' is damaged, we wouldn't be able to call for help if anything unexpected happens. Leaving that aside, is the antacid potion brewed?"
