Namek
The Three Guardians join up again, outside the station. Aios is breathing hard, not because he's out of breath, but because of the injury. It left a decently sized wound on his arm.
Malia touches his arm, causing a green light to wash over his arm, healing the wound.
Aios: "So... did we win or did we lose?"
Malia: "I don't know. On one hand, Zaa and his lot got away. And a lot of people died. On the other hand..."
Ophus: "They don't have the key."
Aios: "A win all around, ay?"
Malia: "No, not really. Looks more like Zaa won this round."
Aios: "Probably. Though that doesn't change the fact their name is stupid. A blatant copy of the Bloodcult."
The Three Guardians walk off, disappearing in a flash of white light.