Story/Night 3-1 (Part1)/Script

[Griffin Control, Area S09.]

Makarov: Zdravstvuyte, Commander. Griffin unit Makarov salutes you.
Though this mission is a disgrace in itself, it is my honor to serve under your command.

M1895: Hey, what do you mean, ‘a disgrace’?! You’re to rescue a veteran with very venerable history!

Makarov: As you can see, this is our rescue target this time - a T-Doll designated ‘Nagant M1895’.
You probably already know her... Or should I say, you can’t possible NOT know her...

M1895: Haha, why would the commander not know me? Remember how our friendship burgeoned on the very first battlefield?

Makarov: You probably find it hard to understand the point in rescuing such an old, weak, noisy and commonplace T-Doll.

M1895: Hey, watch it! Or I'll appeal to Gospozha Helian to demote you! A demotion, you hear?

Makarov: However, during our last operation, she inadvertently discovered an important object that needs to be brought to HQ post-haste.

M1895: Hurry up already, Makarov! I’m still holed up in a Sangvis warehouse!

Makarov: Nagant M1895, do you remember the number of the warehouse? Or at least give me some description to work with.

M1895: I told you. I rushed right in so I didn’t pay attention. It’s crawling with Sangvis mechanical units outside. I’m dead meat if I go out!

Makarov: (Sighs) Then please stand by. We'll come as quickly as we can.
In any case, let’s make our first move.
As Griffin’s main forces are aiding in a military operation, we are severely understaffed here.
We’ll have to join up with the T-Dolls stationed in the area and rely on their assistance.
Commander, please guide us on our way.