GFL2 Story/SL-2-2/Script

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All ELIDs have been exterminated, Commander. Contact the warrant officer. (I walk up to the projection screen.) Done already? Such astounding efficiency, Commander. You flatter me. And the supplies? Already dispatched. They're at the elevator AE_03 landing in Zone 0105. Groza, send the elevator number to Krolik and the others. Got it. So how's your memory doing? Port Vest—weather is boring there, basically a never-ending Collapse storm. The complexity in the terrain and the number of ELIDs should also satisfy your requirements. ...That does sound boring. That's probably the reason for the recent increase in the number of ELIDs. Even a Boojum has appeared, I believe. ...Any other locations? No. As I said, they're currently leveling the ground in the region in preparation for the new purification zone. The garrison has sealed off most areas with complex terrain to clear up the ELIDs. (On the screen, Vladimir peers down at his data.) The risk factor of Port Vest is extremely high. Barely anybody has been there lately, so the environmental data haven't been updated in a while. ... Get me the data on Port Vest, please. ...Have you gone barking mad? I mentioned a Boojum, didn't I? I've always thought you were smart enough to pick your battles. Perhaps you could provide some sort of aid? —I will pray for you every night before I go to bed. Thank you. That's very KIND and GENEROUS of you. I heard—What's a Boojum? A special amalgamation of multiple ELIDs. The reason and conditions for their formation are unknown. It's also unclear if they appear in groups. From the individual Boojums that have been observed thus far, their threat level is above level IV. Put simply, it's a kind of monster that'll send us to kingdom come if we ever run into one. ...Birds of all shapes and colors... Spread their wings and take flight... Huh? What? ...The grove far from the shore... The lingering of dawn... The end of the primordial... What?! Uh, what is Nemesis saying, Krolik? What do you mean alive... Dead... Moving...? Unmoving...? Something that will suddenly grow large—are you talking about Boojums? ... We have received information about Port Vest. This terrain... It fits the bill perfectly indeed. Fits the—Hold on, what exactly are we going to do now? The box is certainly a big problem, but the Varjagers chasing after us are also really bothersome. Just get Mayling to build a jammer. They can't come after us without a target, no? Jamming the signal is only a temporary measure. The Commander wishes to completely eliminate the Varjagers in pursuit. Groza, look— This topographical map of Port Vest. Here, here, and here. This is rather risky. The Varjagers may call for reinforcements. With our current strength and armament, even if we can reduce their numbers by taking advantage of the ELIDs, our own survival isn't guaranteed when there's a distinct possibility of encountering a Boojum. But according to the warrant officer, this Boojum doesn't show itself very often. Perhaps it's not in a state that allows it to wander about? Nemesis? ...Light streaks across the sky... Darkness falls... (Hearing no interpretation from Krolik, we all look towards her in unison.) What's that supposed to mean?! Don't look at me, I didn't understand a word of that either! It didn't sound like good news. Considering the risk of encountering the Boojum, we cannot stay long at Port Vest. We must withdraw as soon as we've taken care of the Varjagers. Commander, the drone elevator still needs some final testing, but the repairs are otherwise all done! Thanks for the hard work. Have we got the automatic turret and explosives? Yes, they're in the storeroom. Calibrate the turret and get it installed right now. Ugh... Does it have to be now...? Just hang in there for a little longer, Mayling. ...Identify yourself. Nice to meet you~ My name is Colphne, an ordinary civilian Doll. I came aaaaaall this way from Poludnitsa to aid the legendary Commander. I'm not with the bad guys~ Humph, and we're supposed to take your word for it? Hey, Commander, let's dismantle her and double-check with Poludnitsa. We can put her back together once we've verified what she said. Wow, is this really necessary~? Look, I'm not even armed. I am really here to help, cross my heart, so calm down. (Through the door, the Doll who identifies herself as "Colphne" is still lying in a heap on the floor. She produces several bottles of liquor from behind herself.) Rice... Rice wine?! Ah, so you're the cutie pie who loves her liquor. Poludnitsa mentioned you. Here, it's aaaaaall for you~ R-really?! My collection has only ever been plundered... I can't believe someone would actually help me add to it... (Sobs) ...Uh, Mayling, p-please don't cry... Miss Colphne has to be a good person! (Sobs) That's right! I'm here with the purest of intentions~ Why don't you let me in and we can talk? Let her through. Commander, we don't know if she's friend or foe. Doesn't matter. Even if she were stuffed full of explosives, she's so small the explosion wouldn't be enough to do us in. Krolik, let her through. Tsk. So you are the "little gift" that Poludnitsa mentioned? Wow, is that how Poludnitsa introduced me? Hm... That's right, I am a gift from Poludnitsa to you, Commander. Poludnitsa wouldn't sell her hen on a rainy day. What's her reason for sending you to me? Hm... Poludnitsa told me you're short on Tactical Dolls at the moment. It just so happens that I want to be modified into a Tactical Doll. This works out perfectly for both of us, don't you think? ...Modified into a Tactical Doll... You want to have a fire-control core installed? That's right~ Poludnitsa said you'd made a large purchase for those. Can't you spare one for me? Why? Why~? Why do I wish to undergo modification? Hm... Poludnitsa told me you could really use an extra pair of hands. Once I'm refitted with a fire-control core, I can help out in battles and ease the workload on your other Dolls~ I'll be of great help to you, Commander~ No, you could've become a T-Doll under Poludnitsa's employment. Why come to me? That's obviously because of the lavish— You're a medical support Doll at the Central Army Sixth General Hospital? Huh? The identification number on your left pupil is compiled by the Central Army Emergency First Response unit. The 736th Anti-Contamination Regiment of the Railway Force...? No, the 11th Medical and Chemical Regiment? ...! Wow, as expected of the Commander~! You're as amazing as they say, and suuuuper observant to boot! Which medical team do you belong to? I can escort you back to your unit if necessary. (As I continue to question this Doll named "Colphne" relentlessly, the smile on her face stiffens a little.) I don't belong to a team anymore~ Really? I remember the 11th Regiment got wiped out while helping the main force with an ELID extermination. Are you a surviving Doll? ... ...I do not belong to a team anymore. (She stares at me, the smile slowly disappearing from her face.) (Realizing that she is getting emotional, she hurriedly drops her head before she loses her composure.) I see. If you need to travel within contamination zones, I'll allow you to stay onboard my vehicle for now as a medical Doll. Hm... You're not quite like how Poludnitsa described you. You're both kind and smart, Commander~ ...How DID Poludnitsa describe me...? Hm~? You do look very kind and smart. Then what about the fire-control core? You won't say no, will you? Medical Doll—this identity alone is enough to earn you a place on the MCV. Yet you insist on being modified into a Tactical Doll—do you have an ulterior motive? Motive...? Wow, Commander, I'm really just trying to help~ After all, it's better if I can handle myself in a fight in a contamination zone, where we can come under attack any minute, don't you agree? (I let out a sigh then give Groza, who is next to me, a light tap.) (Groza nods and follows me over to the window away from the door.) What do you think? We're about to engage the Varjagers, Commander. Adding to our fighting strength could work to our advantage. But it doesn't have to be her. You're considering her request. ...I admit she may have convinced me. She must've gone through something. Right now, she's just wandering aimlessly. Like we once did. ... (I leave the window and return to address Colphne.) She comes with Poludnitsa's recommendation, so she isn't exactly suspicious. Of course I'm not~ Like I said, I just want to be of use to you, you understand? Um... Say... What's going on? Uh, Commander, I've just completed the repairs on the MCV, but the automatic turret still needs to be calibrated. If we add the tactical modification on top of that... Ugh... I'll have to burn the midnight oil again... Mayling, get some rest once you're done with the turret. You can install the fire-control core on Colphne after you wake up. Thank you. Oh, that... That's no problem! Oh~ So... You agree? Thanks, Commander! It's Mayling who'll be doing the work. Thank you, cutie pie who loves strange liquid! Hm, you really should take care of those dark circles around your eyes! I'll give you a massage~ Urk! Stay away... That took way too long—but now we'll have enough Dolls in a fight, yeah? ...The stars... travel along their trajectories... converging... Tsk, you seem quite happy about this? When Colphne's modification is completed, set off at 1430 to verify the environmental report about Port Vest... Perform an exercise to build up some teamwork and coordination in combat while you're at it. No problem~ Everyone, go get some rest. Colphne, you stay. Thanks everyone~ Catch you later~ ...Commander. (Groza hasn't left along with the others.) (She stays where she is and peers at Colphne.) Right. I'll be right outside. Colphne. Hm? What are your orders, Commander? I'm aaaaaall ears~ ...You can stop that. Hm...? I know life in contamination zones must have been very hard for you in the last few months. I understand why you feel the need to talk in such an exaggerated manner. But I have already agreed to your request. You can stay even if you drop the cajolery. ... I know you do have an ulterior motive. You believe the prerequisite of achieving it is that you get to stay on the MCV—I will not ask you about your motive. As long as you don't cross the line, I will not interfere with your activities. Hm... And what line would that be? This is where I draw the line. All the members on this vehicle, both humans and Dolls, are my family. I don't care what you want to do, but you must not harm them. If your actions put my family in harm's way— (I eye the Doll who calls herself "Colphne" evenly.) Your body—along with your neural cloud—will be wiped off the face of the earth. You can think of this as a "contract" between us. If you want to stay, make sure you don't cross the line. (After a brief moment of silence, Colphne drops her over-the-top smile.) ... Alright. See, you look so much more natural already. The dorm is just up the stairs to the left of the ops room. There are a lot of empty rooms. Take your pick. ... I sure hope... I'm making the right choice this time.