The landscape around is barren, all white dust and massive pockmarks of meteor strikes. The sky above is black, and the horizon curves too sharply to be anywhere upon a planet. Yet in this place is a massive construction site, a large reflective roof covering one of the giant pits in which it has been erected. A small craft, angular in shape, drifts past the outside with a small viewport able to be seen. As it drifts lower, through the gap a massive figure can be seen that is slowly being fitted with some form of armor--its obvious that the size of the pieces in question are the reason for the locale. Above other ships drift by, one set transporting some great long device wrapped tightly in protective tarps.

However, there is something strange. Upon one of the huge being's hands sits a young man, clad only in a pair of pants and sitting upon the tip of one massive finger. The shock of white hair, red eyes, and irritatingly smug expression prove it to be none other than Kaworu, though his hair seems to have been cropped slightly closer. He turns to look at the drifting craft, and two men can just barely be seen staring at him in blank confusion.

"Pleased to meet you, father-in-law."