Aboard the<em>Hacienda</em>, Lucy and Vercile were conducted to a room a fair ways into the interior of the ship.  They would be confronted with five other egos - three female, one male, and...an octopus.  "Sentinel Naiad, nice to finally meet you," the one in the front - a girl, much like Lucy herself, but...a little different (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/D1e1888c61900aba7c28cc38b97f07dc.jpg).  "I'm Sentinel Tremor.  These are Rayearth," one of the other girls, "Stoker," the one male in the room, "Dio," the octopus, "and...well, you'll get an introduction, but that'll be the gist of it.  As we learned, you managed to find someone to help you complete your task," Tremor used the Firewall codeword for a mission, "who suffers from a decade-long case of lack."  Lack, of course, was having a memory gap - in Vercile's case, since she died in the Fall and only managed true death via a stored backup.<br/><br/>"As we've been made to understand, you had to inform your partner," Tremor indicated Vercile, "about Firewall.  That said, given your assessment of her post-mission, we've decided to take her for training and recruitment into the organization.  We're not sure what role she'll end up as, or where she'd be useful on a server.  But that's why Sentinel Goldfish - don't ask about the name - is here."  Tremor nodded, and Goldfish led Vercile away, presumably to exit the ship.<br/><br/>"Don't worry too much.  She'll be taken care of.  But her role in this organization has yet to be ascertained, and so, for the meantime, she needs to disappear.  Now, on to you.  Based on past performance, as well as a few strong recommendations, we've decided to recruit you.  Welcome to<em>Rhodesian Triarch</em>."  She named the server for Lucy.  "Don't worry, your old proxies will be notified that you're being transferred.  I suspect some of them already know, as one of your recommendations came from there.  Now, sit."<br/><br/>They headed over to a table, where set in the center was the familiar sight of a holoprojector.  "To bring you up to speed -<em>Rhodesian Triarch</em>was formed as a semi-black server three years ago, after Project Ozma attempted to sunder the organization through their pirated server Death Leopard.  Our basic job is that we do the work that other sentinels can't - or won't - handle, but we can't use an erasure squad to manage.  The server operates wherever transhumanity is - though the server itself is divided up into three co-equal parts: Triarch Sun, which handles Mercury, the Vulcanoids, Venus, Luna, and Mars; Triarch Belt, which handles...well, guess; and Triarch Rim, which handles Jupiter, Saturn, and Uranus.  Exoplanets connected via the various Pandora Gates are handled by those whose domain the gate on THIS side falls into."<br/><br/>The sound of the projector beginning to hum to life would reach Lucy's ears.  "As you might guess, this is the Sun co-server.  Although, officially, we can be called to anywhere within the system, though in practice, we never get much farther out than the Belt.  You've probably gotten used to egocasting for long-range, interplanetary trips.  That ends now, minus the most extreme circumstances.  The Sun co-server uses this ship - of which our friend Dio is the pilot," she indicated the octopus, "as its roving base.  We've got three full cells - over a dozen sentinels in total - aboard.  Facilities are aplenty - we've even managed to get a limited body bank aboard, so if needed be, we could reinstantiate you on this ship."<br/><br/>"Wasn't easy," the one that had been identified as Stoker noted.  "Needed over a year's worth of travel to get there."<br/><br/>"Your cell," Tremor noted, "will consist of the four of you - on the record, you are Rhodesian Triarch's<em>Liberty</em>cell.  Sentinel Dio has seniority, but I'm sure you know how leadership works around here.  Any questions?"