GFL2 Story/SL-1-2/Script

Poludnitsa: Welcome, welcome. It's been a while, Miss Groza~. So sorry, but those wild mutts outside just blew up my reception room. I apologize for the poor hospitality~

Groza: We're just here to pick up the supplies. Where are they?

Poludnitsa: All the supplies on the manifest are ready~ They're all here—except for the Doll frames.

Poludnitsa: We've been burning through a lot of frames over here lately. I only have one SST-model T-Doll unit left; it's in the armory just down there to the right. By the way, there's a neural cloud upload terminal in there as well.

Groza: There's only one Doll frame?

Poludnitsa: Mhm~. You'll have to wait a bit longer for the rest, okay?

Groza: ...After we take care of that "small trouble" of yours?

Poludnitsa: Exactly.

Poludnitsa: You don't have to wipe them ALL out. Just keep them off me for a while so that they don't pick my bones clean. If you do that, you'll get your Commander's 2% discount on top of the promised Doll frames.

Commander: Just 2%? I'm risking my life by lending you my only two Tactical Dolls, you know?

Poludnitsa: Plus free deliveries from now on.

Commander: Deal. Groza, Nemesis, bring Krolik back online. This will add to our fighting strength and bring Nemesis' best partner back to life.

Nemesis: ...

Groza: Krolik won't be too happy to hear that, Commander.

Commander: I'll keep that in mind.

Commander: Hey, Poludnitsa.

Poludnitsa: Ready for the free intel?

Commander: I'd like to hear about those strange rumors you were talking about.

Poludnitsa: —Just to be clear, these are purely rumors.

Poludnitsa: I'm not sure if this information will be "useful" to you.

Commander: Please go on.

Poludnitsa: ...Apparently, you weren't meant to be the original contractor for this job.

Commander: Wait, the "original" contractor...?

Poludnitsa: Orders made through B.R.I.E.F., or the Bounty Hunter Rights Expansion Federation, aren't supposed to have specified assignees. However, the client seems to have requested several bounty hunter teams specifically when placing this particular order.

Commander: Usually with contracts like that, wouldn't the client communicate directly with the teams in question through B.R.I.E.F.? —When I got this contract, it came directly from B.R.I.E.F.'s public contract pool and I didn't receive any special conditions stated by the other party.

Poludnitsa: And that's where the problem lies.

Poludnitsa: The bounty hunter teams that have been specifically named have many things in common. But within a month of that order coming in, the teams started losing one certain common characteristic, and your team becomes "the last one standing".

Commander: What are those?

Poludnitsa: Bounty hunters with years of experience, an underdeveloped team structure, and a desperate need for capital... These are all features you share with the other teams, but none of them are the "lost feature".

Commander: ...

Poludnitsa: All the named teams have either disbanded, restructured, or changed their registered location—they have all left their original area of operation within a short period of time. Since they no longer meet this "condition", they have been eliminated from the list.

Commander: —If we're the bounty hunters they want, why did they go to so much trouble? Why not just contact me directly?

Poludnitsa: Your guess is as good as mine.

Poludnitsa: I told you, these are just "strange rumors" of "questionable usefulness". Now why don't you try and think about what you've done recently that could invite this sort of attention?

Commander: ...If "area of operation" is one of the conditions, then I happen to have changed mine recently.

Poludnitsa: And why is that...?

Commander: There's no particular reason.

Commander: The purification work near the E_2072 line was about to be finished, and the new purification zones will be pushing further into the Yellow Zones. Therefore, I changed my registered location and decided to move here. It was a completely arbitrary decision.

Poludnitsa: Then it seems someone definitely has their eyes on you, Commander~. After all, you have enough people with a grudge against you to form a line stretching from here to Odesa, no?

Commander: ...I don't think that joke is in very good taste.

???: Yo, Commander.

Commander: Hm... Is best partner Krolik finally awake?

Krolik: —Best partner?!

Commander: Er... I mean, how does the new body feel?

Krolik: Feels pretty good. It's lighter than my previous one.

Nemesis: ...Humph...

Nemesis: ...The cracks of wisdom are finally pierced by ignorance...

Krolik: Do you WANT me to bust that low-capacity garbage neural cloud of yours wide open? Eh?!

Nemesis: ...Hmph... Interlacing weaves...

Krolik: No, YOU'RE trash!

Poludnitsa: You've recruited quite an interesting newcomer, Commander.

Commander: ...

Poludnitsa: Well, Commander—looks like it's time for you to keep your end of our deal, no?

Commander: Nemesis, Krolik, I'm leaving this assignment to you two.

Krolik: Yes, yes, I know!

Nemesis: ...A cleansing flame... Condenses and blossoms...

Krolik: ...She said she'll send those Varjagers to hell with her bullets!

Commander: I'll be counting on you, then.

Commander: —Also, Groza.

Groza: Commander?

Commander: Return immediately once the battle is over.

Groza: ...Is something wrong?

Commander: I can't be sure yet. Once you secure the supplies, lead the team back right away.