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[Griffin troops arrived at a base.]<br> | |||
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M1911: Thompson, you’ve got a good field of vision over there. Have you picked your sniper?<br> | |||
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Thompson: M21, you’re up. Give me some bullseyes.<br> | |||
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M21: Sure. But who should I aim for, the military or Sangvis Ferri?<br> | |||
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Thompson: Now is not the time for jokes...<br> | |||
Still, seeing that you’re a civilian T-Doll, occasional mistakes are unavoidable, aren’t they?<br> | |||
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M21: Heheh. How about...raising the barrel by 1cm on the premise of not endangering the operation?<br> | |||
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Thompson: As long as it’s within permissible range of the contract, you can have all the fun you want.<br> | |||
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M9: Hello?! Thompson, are you listening?!<br> | |||
Um... They’ve started fighting over here all of a sudden! Where are you? Come and get me, quick!<br> | |||
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<br> | Thompson: Hey... You said you’d be fine on your own.<br> | ||
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M9: But the military opened fire without even a word! Even my base got hit by shells!<br> | |||
There are Sangvis everywhere! I can’t hold on for much longer!<br> | |||
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Thompson: It’s no use asking me for help since I’m also on the field myself. Go and beg 1911.<br> | |||
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M9: (Sobs) ...1911, I’m sorry! You win this time!<br> | |||
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<br> | M1911: (Sighs) ...I never even thought of it as a competition.<br> | ||
Then time to move, backup team.<br> | |||
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[...]<br> | |||
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M9: Huh? All the Sangvis...are destroyed?<br> | |||
A-Are you one of us?<br> | |||
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Super SASS: SuperSASS, new recruit at Griffin. Glad to be of help, Miss M9.<br> | |||
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M9: Th... Thank goodness...<br> | |||
You’re my hero, Super...whatever!<br> | |||
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Super SASS: It’s SuperSASS, Miss M9.<br> | |||
And you’re squishing the breath out of me...<br> | |||
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Thompson: Phew, thank goodness you’d prepared for backup beforehand. Otherwise things wouldn’t have ended pretty for M9.<br> | |||
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M1911: (Sighs) It only worked because it had quieted down where M9 was, Thompson.<br> | |||
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Thompson: True. But SuperSASS is right on time. I was just thinking who to send this time.<br> | |||
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Super SASS: Hmm? Where to?<br> | |||
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Thompson: To bring Griffin honor and glory, SuperSASS. The organization needs you.<br> | |||
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Super SASS: Huh? What? ...Me? | |||
Latest revision as of 17:48, 17 August 2022
[Griffin troops arrived at a base.]
M1911: Thompson, you’ve got a good field of vision over there. Have you picked your sniper?
Thompson: M21, you’re up. Give me some bullseyes.
M21: Sure. But who should I aim for, the military or Sangvis Ferri?
Thompson: Now is not the time for jokes...
Still, seeing that you’re a civilian T-Doll, occasional mistakes are unavoidable, aren’t they?
M21: Heheh. How about...raising the barrel by 1cm on the premise of not endangering the operation?
Thompson: As long as it’s within permissible range of the contract, you can have all the fun you want.
M9: Hello?! Thompson, are you listening?!
Um... They’ve started fighting over here all of a sudden! Where are you? Come and get me, quick!
Thompson: Hey... You said you’d be fine on your own.
M9: But the military opened fire without even a word! Even my base got hit by shells!
There are Sangvis everywhere! I can’t hold on for much longer!
Thompson: It’s no use asking me for help since I’m also on the field myself. Go and beg 1911.
M9: (Sobs) ...1911, I’m sorry! You win this time!
M1911: (Sighs) ...I never even thought of it as a competition.
Then time to move, backup team.
[...]
M9: Huh? All the Sangvis...are destroyed?
A-Are you one of us?
Super SASS: SuperSASS, new recruit at Griffin. Glad to be of help, Miss M9.
M9: Th... Thank goodness...
You’re my hero, Super...whatever!
Super SASS: It’s SuperSASS, Miss M9.
And you’re squishing the breath out of me...
Thompson: Phew, thank goodness you’d prepared for backup beforehand. Otherwise things wouldn’t have ended pretty for M9.
M1911: (Sighs) It only worked because it had quieted down where M9 was, Thompson.
Thompson: True. But SuperSASS is right on time. I was just thinking who to send this time.
Super SASS: Hmm? Where to?
Thompson: To bring Griffin honor and glory, SuperSASS. The organization needs you.
Super SASS: Huh? What? ...Me?