PNC Story/Standard 2-4/Script

(Still being added to. This is not a finished product. Over halfway complete.)

The past, on a battlefield.

Simo: Comm...communications established. Gaul reporting. Enemy Command has been suppressed.

Man's Voice: Ah, well done, Gaul. You always take care of business so quickly. Looks like Svarog's new technology lives up to its reputation. We definitely got our money's worth!

Simo: Thank...thank you for your approval. As for the losses on our side...

Man's Voice: No need for that. There are many possible guerillas dug into the terrain in and around Highland 875 near the base. Find and eliminate. Understood?

Simo: Sir...the data from the past three hours of combat has been piling up, and the risk of triggering an Inhibition Program overload is very real...

Man's Voice: Ahem. Gaul, are you trying to give me a lesson on the workings of AI? Did you presume my ignorance?

Man's Voice: You are a 540,000 ruble military machine. You might be special in the eyes of some, but over here, all your value lies in obeying orders, executing orders and completing orders!

Man's Voice: I have no need for your numbers. Or, are you perhaps saying that your figures are worth more than letting theses guerillas go, and sending our next truckload of troopers to the grave?

Simo: My apologies, sir... I misspoke.

Man's Voice: I can't hear you.

Simo: Gaul has received orders! I will complete the mission without fail!

Man's Voice: I expect to hear a mission complete report from you by 1600 hours.

Simo: ...Understood.

Simo strides over the body of the enemy leader without a word, leaving through the command post's door. The air is filled with the burnt smell of thermobaric explosions, soot in their wake.

The village where the enemy camp was hidden has levelled by the airstrikes he called in, and he just finished off anyone that could put up a fight.

Simo: Dammit, it's burning everywhere outside...How many survivors could there be in a place like this?

Simo: Twelve, fourteen, sixteen, seventeen... Wait a minute, wasn't there supposed to be a blonde guy over there...

Bang!

Simo:' Tsk! Give it up!

Soldier's Voice: Gah...

Simo evades the bullet from behind, then he uses the momentum to turn, pivot and tackle the soldier that has appeared from behind him to the ground.

Simo: ...Why? How can you still stand up with half your body burnt to a crisp?

Soldier's Voice: Bloody... Monster... Sorry... My comrades... I...

Simo: ...You humans really are hard to understand. Rest in peace... Uh?!

Distorted Voice: [Alert: Combat suppression program is about to overload. Please contact a supervisor.]

Simo: Overload...Piece of... [Purge program... Execute...] **^(()&*(^(^&*)&)*&)&)

Distorted Voice: [Alert: Combat suppression program has overloaded. Neural system suppression inbound. Please contact a supervisor.]

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???: ... mo... Simo...

???: Simo! You listening or not?

Simo: Ah! Oh... Croque...

Croque: Spacing out in the middle of a strategy meeting? Quite unlike what an elite Svarog Doll would do.

Persicaria: Are you alright, Simo?

Simo: I don't know. Some irrelevant data suddenly surfaced. I'm usually not like this...

Antonina: Simo, you really should let Persicaria have a look at your neural system.

Simo: ...When we're done with all of this.

Croque: Ahem, let's carry on, then! Anna, how much did you say the defensive strength of a single node of the wall was?

Antonina: 1.5Tb/s.

Persicaria: What a ridiculous number....

Croque: Hehe, yup, it IS pretty ridiculous - however!! It hardly bears mentioning in the face of my secret weapon!

Persicaria: You mean the one you accidentally mentioned just now?

Croque: Quiet, you. Anyway, the battle at th Oasis earlier made me realize that we are severely lacking in firepower..

Antonina: Indeed, and after that you locked yourself in your room more often that not.

Persicaria: Though that's nothing out of the ordinary in any other time.

Croque: Ahaha... You're pretty ruthless when you speak sometimes, Persicaria...

Persicaria: So, were you training inside your room, Croque?

Croque: Of course not! I was building a mecha in there!

Persicaria: ...? Why a mecha?

Croque: I designed it according to the transforming battle machine Dirac-(some character) from ARMOUR SUIT!

Persicaria: But can't your shield already turn into a mecha? Are you leaving your Aegis in the dust?

Croque: Hehe, this Dirac is different! It's way past the Aegis in terms of size and firepower!

Croque: Granted, it's only half-finished now, so I was planning to telll you when it was complete.

Croque: However! How could Dirac possibly stand and watch when a hero is needed?

Antonina: So you're saying this Diric you speak of can help us bring down that isolation wall?

Croque: Of course! That's because Dirac is capable of accumulating operands, making its peak output exceed 2.3 TB/s!

Croque: While there's still room for improvement, it's more than enough to crack a defensive strength of 1.5TB/s!

Simo: Sorry to interrupt you at a time like this. However, Croque, have you considered what would happen if the wall nodes employ CDN?

Croque: Haha, as if they would use such advanced technology.... Wait a minute, you're not saying...

Simo: Unfortunately, nodes on that isolation wall will support each other, and an adjacent node can support its neighbor with up to 1 TB/s of operands.

Simo: In other words, we'll need at least 3.5Tb/s of peak flow to break it.

Croque: Um... Ah... Well... ah...

Persicaria: You alright, Croque?

Croque: Why... My plans always... It's supposed to be an isolation wall in an old military zone... Why...

Simo: But, that has provided us with a breakpoint.

Simo: As it happens, the Monitors have recently developed a jamming device that can cut off the flow between nodes on the isolation wall.

Croque: !! You mean!

Simo: Yes. It was originally a byproduct of research targeted at the isolation wall transmitter, After all, the Monitors do not have high-output weapons in their possession.

Simo: Now, if we use the jammer to interrupt the CDN process, Dirac's firepower should be enough to bring down the wall.

Croque: Isn't that a heaven-sent opportunity? In that case, relax and leaves it to Dirac!

Antonina: Your mood sure shifts quickly