Story/Night 8-4 (Part2)/Script

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Dreamer: I sacrificed some pawns on my way here and made a guess about what your inferior neural clouds were planning to do.

IWS 2000: She’s tracked us down already...?

Dreamer: You’re logging onto our communication device and overriding it... so that you can bypass the interference from Parapluie.
Aren’t I right?

AUG: Indeed.

Dreamer: Then what are you waiting for? The communications outpost is right ahead.
Plug yourselves in, save your Commander and your friends!

IWS 2000: (Whispers) AUG... Let her come closer...

AUG: Your reminder is appreciated, but we are not so foolish to do so.

Dreamer: Interesting. You never fail to entertain me, AUG.

AUG: You’re too kind.

Dreamer: Enough with the small talk.
Now then... should I start, or would you rather go first?

AUG: You hardly have to consult us about this, but thank you for being so considerate.

IWS 2000: SSG, G17, NOW!

SSG 69: Ha! You know, Baldy, there are two kinds of people I hate.

Dreamer: Oh...? The mortar...
I see. You’ve prepared a special surprise for me...

SSG 69: Drab people who are always dressed in black, and weirdos.
You happen to be both! Target, locked on!

Glock 17: Skill: Bombardment! Target: Baldy! Fire!

[...BOOM!]
[...The shell lands square on Dreamer.]

Dreamer: Phew... That gave me a scare...
Sheesh... You completely trashed my dummy. Now how am I supposed to enjoy watching you struggle till the end?

[...Dreamer’s dummy crashes onto the ground, crumpled into a heap.]

Dreamer: One of you will have to die today, AUG... and my dear IWS2000.
No matter whom you choose...

[...Bang.]

AUG: How rude to interrupt someone’s last words at their funeral.

IWS 2000: Finally... some peace and quiet.

Glock 17: Fräulein IWS! We’re not sure if we got her, but Sangvis forces are amassing again out here.
SSG and I won’t be able to regroup with you any time soon!

IWS 2000: Understood, danke schön... I’m giving you only one order - live.
That is... my final order.

[...]
[...IWS and AUG stand before the communication console.]

IWS 2000: What a bargain, don’t you think?

AUG: What a funny question. A T-Doll hooking up to this console, overwriting the communications protocol, connecting to the Commander’s channel...
...and not being turned into a Sangvis unit via the Parapluie virus. What are the odds?

IWS 2000: There’s about...
...a 93% chance of failure?

AUG: If you care to hear my opinion, I’d say it’d be better to simply post a warning on the dissing forum.

IWS 2000: We’d become a laughing stock if the only thing we do at a Sangvis communications outpost is posting on social media.

AUG: You adamantly refuse to harm an ally, yet shove dirty work onto me to clean up.

IWS 2000: These double standards of yours are hard to comprehend.
Most T-Dolls wake up in a repair bay even after suffering total annihilation.
I don’t know about others...but I think...I can get used to that.

AUG: You’re giving up so selfishly?

IWS 2000: For the sake of this mission... and for everyone’s sake... I am not letting go of what I believe in.
Not to mention... you’re here with me.

AUG: If so, please take the time to consider my feelings when I am left with no choice but to open fire upon you.

IWS 2000: Anyone infected by Parapluie is an enemy...
Even so, I won’t remember any of this after waking up, and you’ll keep it that way, right?

AUG: Wrong. I‘ll remind you again and again just so I can enjoy the sorrow and confusion on your face.
“It was all because of my indecisiveness,” the newly awakened IWS would say.

IWS 2000: Ja...I can imagine what I would say after hearing about what will have happened...

AUG: Then please remember what you’re supposed to.
I’m tired of having to remember stupid things for you.

IWS 2000: Can’t be helped, I’m afraid... I’ll have to trouble you one last time.
If you’re the team leader, I’m sure you’ll do a much better job than me.

[...IWS closes her eyes and connects to the communication console.]

IWS 2000: Ugh...

[...]
[......]

IWS 2000: ...Why is it not working?
Is the console... broken?

AUG: It isn’t. You’re just using the wrong port. That’s a deactivated server you’ve plugged into.

IWS 2000: Huh...?!

AUG: That’s very much your style.

IWS 2000: Huh...? So it’s not running? Then why didn’t you...

[...Bzzt...]
[...]

IWS 2000: AUG...?

AUG: ...Go on.

IWS 2000: Where...is the actual port?

AUG: Where it should be, of course. Can’t you even tell?

IWS 2000: Your left hand...

[...AUG lifts her left hand, exposing what she has been covering.]
[...The port is already in use.]

IWS 2000: AUG... Why...?

AUG: Pick your questions wisely. I’m already getting interference here.

IWS 2000: Why...must you defy me to the very end...?
I could’ve... I finally found something I could do for everyone!

AUG: To be honest, I’m tired of this. I’ve already heard most of what you just said once.

IWS 2000: But I don’t—

AUG: Of course you don’t remember...
You forgot all about it when you woke up in your repair bay.

[...AUG fishes out a device.]

IWS 2000: That’s...
...a combat record storage bank...?

AUG: SSG recovered it from your remains. I promised I would get it back...
So that you won’t end up poisoning the Commander, bumbling oaf that you are.

IWS 2000: You still remember...

AUG: You were actually quite endearing when you asked me to escape with the intel last time.
You knew that once you get out of the repair bay, you wouldn’t be able to let go of your failure no matter what others say...

IWS 2000: Well, I was right...

AUG: ”If I start spouting stupid things, just show this to me,” said the old IWS.
I was planning to pick a better time...

[...Click.]

AUG: Commander... This is an emergency transmission from Squad IWS...
The T-Dolls returning...from the Sangvis outpost...are carrying a kind of colorless and odorless poison...

[...Bzzt...bzzt...]

AUG: ...
Time is running short, Commander...

IWS 2000: AUG, stop it!

AUG: The Commander has acknowledged that... IWS...
As a result, I will be the only casualty.

IWS 2000: Why did you have to go so far...?
If only... I hadn’t objected to your suggestion of shooting down the helicopter...

AUG: You made that choice. Aren’t you going to stand by it?
Would you have obeyed me if I were the leader?

IWS 2000: That’s different... Compared to me, you’re stronger, more dependable, more... complete...
It’s pretty strange that I outrank you to begin with...

AUG: You seem enamored with Dreamer’s words. Is there something wrong with your head?

IWS 2000: Nein... it has nothing to do with Dreamer... I honestly believe that.
This thought pervades me... whenever you’re by my side... every time I look at you...

AUG: How unfortunate...
But leadership doesn’t really suit me.

IWS 2000: But if you were the leader... things wouldn’t have turned out this way...

AUG: I would’ve destroyed an entire Griffin squad. There would be no Parapluie, no Dreamer...

IWS 2000: Still... neither of us is actually responsible for any of that...

AUG: Oh my, I can’t believe you actually said that. Thank goodness I’m going to forget it straight away.
Do remember what you just said. Don’t go back to the way you were.

IWS 2000: After losing your memory... you’ll probably mock me first thing when you wake up.

AUG: Don’t let the first thing this heartless T-Doll sees when she opens her eyes be a bawling T-Doll. That would be extremely awkward.
Though I might have a sweet dream...who knows?

[...Bzzt...]

AUG: What has yet to come will always come in time... IWS2000.
Was it not you who said to always be prepared for it?

[...Bzzt... Bzzt...]

IWS 2000: ...What’s your current status?
Answer me, AUG!

AUG: “It’s raining on the plain...”
Tonight, the rain falls as well...
When raindrops splash upon a face, they turn into tears.

IWS 2000: It’ll be fine... Everything will be fine soon, AUG...

[...Bzzt...]

AUG: Signal re-authentication in process...
Are you... my enemy?

IWS 2000: It shouldn’t have turned out this way...
AUG, I promised I wouldn’t...

AUG: ...I don’t believe you.

IWS 2000: Please, I beg you...

AUG: We are out of options, it seems. This is your first mistake.

IWS 2000: And it won’t... be our last.

[...]

Glock 17: Advantage of bullpup rifles... allowing the shooter to shift their center of gravity further back, resulting in higher accuracy and lower recoil.
A revolutionary design of a new era... No arguments... Fire!

SSG 69: Why are you still doing this...

Glock 17: Didn’t Fräulein AUG ask us to flood the forum with comments whenever we have time?

SSG 69: That was to bury all the posts trash talking our leader for botching a mission.
We don’t have to do it this time.

Glock 17: There are still a lot of really mean posts on the forum though. They’re saying it’s an internal conspiracy that poison was found on some T-Dolls.

SSG 69: Just leave them be... Even our leader doesn’t give a damn.

Glock 17: Ah, here comes another T-Doll looking for her.

Welrod: Excuse me, would you two by any chance know where I could find Miss IWS?

SSG 69: Sorry... None of us know where she’s gone off to...

Welrod: Is that so...? I was hoping to learn what exactly happened during our last mission from her.

[...Welrod wanders off.]

Glock 17: Not long ago, she would probably have enjoyed this.
But now that she came back a hero, she’s nowhere to be seen...

[...]

Let me guess...
When you wake up, you’ll certainly ask what I’m doing here.
You’ll say that if I have so much free time to waste here, I should’ve been studying our combat records instead.

[...]

But I can’t study them even if I try...
Because I just can’t focus... I don’t even feel like reading other people’s comments...
Then you’ll say... “How could someone who can’t even focus on her tasks be a team leader?”

[...]

It’s hardly my fault...that it’s too quiet.

System Prompt: Neural Cloud backup download has been completed. Repair sequence has concluded. We wish you the best of health.