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UMP40/Story
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"Let's take out the trash."
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Personality
The official character setting states that UMP40 is a T-doll with super sunny, cheery personality and feels superior over the others because of her UMP heritage, but she does possess a strong will and strong sense of team spirit. Most of her silly actions and speeches are purely for the purpose of gaining other's attention.
UMP40 address herself with "Atai (あたい)". As evident from her secretary and logistic mission quotes, her hobby is sunbathing, which would explain why she appears more tanned than the other dolls. Other than sunbathing she also seems to enjoy partying. With her cheery personality she is good at making friends with other T-dolls, perhaps the silly way she behaves merely serves to strengthen the relationship bonds between comrades.
UMP40's best friend seems to be SMG MP5MP5MP5 despite saying that she is designed to replaced MP5 from service, several of UMP40's quotes mentions MP5, suggesting that the two T-dolls have frequent interactions.
Story Involvement
UMP40's only story involvement is in the prologue to the Sangvis Ferri uprising, the "Butterfly event". Her interactions were presented during Operation Deep Dive.
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Butterfly Event
Through out the event of Deep Dive, UMP45 was slowly being corrupted by Parapluie, segments of her memories are being presented to the player which revealed the character UMP40. 40 as a character of the past who no longer exists on the present time axis, her actions changed 45's fate drastically.
Flash back to Butterfly event, being in the same situation as 45, 40 also has a electronic warfare module installed in place of a decent fire-control core, which meant she was also an under performing T-doll when it comes to combat. A type of T-doll that had no more room for proper fire-control systems after being installed with a large bandwidth module, she was quickly given an easy weapon and with a makeshift ASST pattern for it.
40 approached the moody 45 who just finished her training in the shooting range, the two being in similar situation quickly made friends with each other. "Look at my weapon, we are of the same series! I've been here for longer, I guess that makes me your Senpai senior!".
At the time 45 was extremely upset because of her combat performance, she spent far more time in the shooting range than the other T-dolls, but without a proper fire control chip, she could never perform anywhere near the others. 40 regularly cheers 45 up by saying "Things will be different one day.". 45 looked up to 40 in many ways, as a friend, as a mentor, as a soul mate.
45 began training more intensively under 40's guidance for their upcoming operation. Since 45 will be assigned in the same squadron as 40, on top of combat training, she also take part in an electronic training together with 40, to get use to their electronic warfare module.
Soon enough 40 realised the true purpose of their electronic warfare module, the module was meant to be activated as soon as their employer faction secures the VIP in their upcoming operation. After synchronizing their Digi-mind 40 found out that they are both modeled off the same format, 40 is the "key" while 45 is the "spare", the task that 40 cannot complete 45 will be forced under control and complete it.
40 and 45 deployed as the 14th squadron, at this point 45 still believed their task was electronic support and the main operation is capturing a VIP. Half way through the operation the attack plan took a rapid turn, after 40 activated the module installed on her, the factory entered lock down and the other friendly echelons began to come under attack, by friendly units, every T-doll except for 40 and 45 turned berserk and their signals on the electronic map turned red.
40 hijacked and took over 45's commands, having teamed up with 45, together the two fought waves after waves of berserked T-dolls until finally only the two of them remained in the facility.
40 knew that it would come down to this, their employer planned for the operational dolls to be possessed by Parapluie from the very start, and most importantly, they never wanted the VIP to leave alive before 'she' awakes.
In the very end after 40 fulfilled her purpose, she realised that in an attempt to wipe out the evidence of this whole operation, her own Digi-mind will be formatted within the factory. Lying to 45 saying that both of them will die from the electronic attack but it can be stopped if only one T-Doll remains in the facility, she forced 45 into a duel. Losing the duel intentionally, 40's final request for 45 is to kill her, saying that as a T-doll she wishes to be killed in combat instead of being formatted, if 45 does not squeeze the trigger now, both of them will die from the format.
40 told 45 to take all of her equipment with her, she also gave 45 a memory chip that contains everything she wanted to say to 45. In truth she wanted 45 to become strong, to live not as a puppet but as an independent being, with the pull of the trigger, the shackle that binds 45 to her fate perishes, she walks towards the path of freedom, she is relinquished from the fate of the puppet.
Audio log files left by UMP40
Audio file #0016:
"As androids, our sole purpose is to serve humans? Is that all we... exist for?"
"No one ever acknowledged me after I was produced, don't have any same model androids to synchronize with, nor was I good at communicating with others with words. But why? Why was I the only one different from everyone?"
"Luckily you appeared 45, with you here, I no longer feel like an outcast, with you here, I can see my true values without wavering."
"But how do you view me? Can we truly become companions?"
Audio file #0017:
"I Realised the truth after I connected with you, being able to flawlessly synchronize memories, this means we have the same Digi-mind format."
"They didn't even bother setting a new format for you, as expected, we're just expendable pawns, why would they bother giving us souls?"
"We're not human after all, we're just androids, that's all androids are to humans, we're tools. But for us, our body and our thoughts, that's all the treasures we have."
Audio file #0018:
"Luckily you appeared before me, I'm no longer alone."
"I understand, you are my fail safe, if I cannot complete the mission, they will activate the controls on you, but if that happens they will discover my plan."
"I won't let that happen, I will finish the mission, I won't tolerate that even your fate is within their hands."
"I cannot break free from these shackles they forced on me, but I at least, I can release you of yours."
Audio file #0019:
"So whatever happens, you must live on, even as androids, we have our reasons to stay alive right? Live not for others, but for yourself... your own reason. Even if it's a low life, a hated life, as long as you live, there are meanings."
"I lied to you before, I'm sorry, it was never either you or me could leave the facility, only I, I was the only one destined to be destroyed..."
"I was afraid of your naiveness would get you killed one day, so I lied to you, to give you the confidence... After all, as long as you continue to live on, my existence had meanings. Farewell 45, as long as you can still remember me... That'd mean happiness for me."
Digi-mind Upgrade Story: UMP45
- Modification stage 1
After UMP45 was gravely wounded by the KCCO armor forces at 1300 hour of Singularity, she suddenly remembered her younger self and another familiar looking T-doll.
Automated audio system announced the training session is finished, the combat performance for the UMP doll is still very low. "Ehhh, 12% accuracy on a 30 second moving target, that's... pretty disastrous...", the familiar looking T-doll commented. 45 apologized that even using the other doll's combat simulation data, she still got a crappy result like this. The familiar looking doll comforted 45 saying that there might still be incompatibility between them even though their model are so close, she also had to do the training hundreds of times to get this one decent looking result.
"If only we had a better fire-control core...", 45 said. "Not only exchange cores, you also need experience! You can't just take a huge leap in performance just by installing a better core...", the familiar doll gazed at 45 then carried on speaking: "... I think... To be honest I never had the chance of getting a better core so I don't really know the details, hahaa...". Seeing that 45 is still feeling down from the results, the familiar looking T-doll asked 45 whether she remembered what she showed 45 last time, 45 couldn't remember it, "It doesn't matter if you forgotten it, you will remember it when you see it again, come!", the two departed from the firing range. The Commander had left the base a couple of hours earlier, all the base personal had also returned to rest, the two dolls walked the empty hall way with echoes of their footsteps in the dark, automated lighting turned off one by one with the passing of the two.
The sound of the footsteps distanced away and all 45 can hear now are statics. "Who was she actually... Even though I can't remember but, she emits such a familiar aura..."
The two dolls arrived at their destination, "Where is this place?" 45 asked, "My dormitory, though it was modified a little, one moment--", the familiar doll answered as she typed a sequence of text and numbers into the control panel integrated into the walls. Soon all the inorganic walls changed colours, after a few seconds of flashing lights the room's scenery has changed. Sun glare reflecting from the clashing waves, the endless salt waters expands infinitely into the horizon, it doesn't matter if the artificial sun emits no heat, just by looking at the sandy beach and the reflected sun glares, the two dolls felt the tropical heatwaves.
"So pretty... I didn't think it was possible for dorms to be modified like this... I only have boxes in my dorm room..." 45 commented after seeing the artificial scenery. "Hehe, this is the reward for completing missions, the previous Commander gave me permissions to modify my dorm, so I used it to exchange electronic screens and a scenery bank!", the familiar looking doll continues to talk about her dormitory, the sun glare, the sandy beach, the tropical scenery. 45 had never seen anything like this before, apart from training in the shooting range, she just stays at her dorm awaiting the next order, the mission she typically get assigned to are usually patrolling barren lands, she commented it's hard to imagine beautiful places like this exists.
"It really does exist!", the familiar doll points at the document name on the control panel, "Look at this file, this place is called... Maldives!". the familiar doll continues to explain, "This is one of the footage filmed before the war, this place is almost at the other side of the world, I bet even the stars looks upside down over there. I don't know if we can still see this kind of scenery though...". 45 asked whether her friend here had seen anything like this in the real world, to which the familiar doll replied unfortunately she never did, she usually get send on the same patrol missions like 45 does. The familiar doll started switching the scenery files, "These are full environment visual recordings left in the data base, they are used for changing wallpapers and give people a refreshing mood! It'd be nice to visit these places in real life sometimes!"
45 commented nervously, "I don't think we can ever go to places that far away, places even you can't go, I will never have a chance...", "That's not true!" the familiar doll interrupts 45, "I told you before, this will get better from now, trust me! When we improve our combat efficiency, the base will send us to farther places!". 45 lowers her head and wallows in misery, "AAAAAHH, don't make that face! Falling into depression by yourself like that will make it look like I've worked for nothing!". 45 apologized, "Ahh, sorry, I think that's my factory settings... I just naturally turned and end up looking like this...", the familiar looking doll interrupts 45 again, "I don't care about factory settings, that kind of thoughts shouldn't exist in the first place! We will change, you've promised me before right?". The familiar doll makes a fist and sticks it out, "I don't know how long it will take, whether we can see this very beach itself, don't know when I can bathe under the real equator sun nor enjoy a real holiday.", "But one day... One day everything will change. Let's go there together one day, just you and me."
"...UMP40..."
"Ahh... right...."
"I remembered now. She is UMP40..."
"Why am I remembering about her now..."
45 wakes up to the harsh reality, AR G11G11G11 urged AR HK416HK416HK416 to move faster, SMG UMP9UMP9UMP9 calls out her sister's name in panic, 416 claims 45 is crazy for doing what she just did and AR M4A1M4A1M4A1 dragged the critically wounded 45 back to safety.
"T-Dolls are programmed to feel pain so that they can prevent actions that harms themselves, the pain from the severed limb and fractured torso are one thing... but this burning feeling coming from within my Digi-mind..."
45 can no longer tell the difference between the pain... "That... It really hurts... What do I do now... 40...?"
- Modification stage 2
UMP45 refuses to give up on this battered and broken body of hers in 404's hideout, both Sheele and Deele had expressed how difficult it is to repair her in this current state, due to that she is an older model, no more compatible parts are being manufactured, existing doll parts are not 100% compatible with her main chassis. Deele came up with a repair plan, he still has quite a few older parts in the storage, however due to incompatibilities her operating system may even risk contamination, which is not a problem since Deele can just reboot 45's Digi-mind and work it out systematically. The only problem is with the current condition of 45, if the reboot fails her consciousness will be locked within bottom of tier 3 Digi-mind, if that were to happen it would be impossible to backup her files.
45 agreed to this deal, even though Sheele recommended 45 to backup her Digi-mind files right now, so even if the rebooting fails she can still be installed in a new body frame. 45 simply thanked Sheele for her advice, there is something she isn't willing to give up within this body of hers.
The repair began a long time ago, UMP45 now finds herself falling through her Digi-mind like a bottomless ocean, she is unable to move, unable to see through the darkness. Soon she fallen through the very bottom layer and crosses the gap into tier 3. As she continues her descend, white spherical objects containing her memories attracted her attention, she soon realised she is day dreaming at the bottom of this electronic world.
She zoomed in on the spheres, she saw the tank cannon aimed towards her, she heard HK416's foul words, she saw G11's sleeping pose, the Sangvis Ferri cannons on a snowy mountain, UMP9 waving with enthusiasm, and a hand that reached out to her while she was sobbing and covering the wound on her left eye... She continues to descend while all of the spheres pass her by and floated upwards.
Eventually her descend came to an end as she felt an impact on her back against some hard objects, around the same time she regained the command of her body, she stood up on her feet at the very bottom of her Digi-mind. A voice speaks out "Yo... 45!", 45 subconsciously aimed her weapon towards the source, but that moment she realised she didn't have her weapon, she didn't need her weapon in her own dreams, but the weapon manifested itself in her hands regardless. She don't know why it did, she figured it out immediately. It's just a dream right? She located the target on her weapon's optics, but the image was blurry, "Welcome back.".
"...!"
"You... you're..."
"We promised before right? We'll go to far away places, to see the same ocean together, to enjoy the sunlight and relaxing holidays... Or have you forgotten?"
"...Wait... no, impossible... You... what are you...!"
"What are you saying stupid, you know who I am. You know full well who I am."
"I..."
How can I forget... But 45's voice module appears to be jammed, she cannot speak the name no matter how hard she tries, it's only a dream... right?
- Modification stage 3
"I..."
"Remember? We wished for a better body, a new body means we can avoid the potential death to come."
"You know that if you changed the body, you can become stronger, strong enough to protect yourself."
"Just like how you know my name, but you just don't want to say it."
"I... I'll never accept you. You cannot be her... She's already...!"
"Are you gonna shoot me again? Just like last time."
A series of gruesome images entered 45's mind, of her first and closest friend, fighting for their lives together and eventually ending her life with her very own hands. 45 dropped her weapon on the floor, soon she followed her weapon, she kneed on the floor started striking the bottom of her Digi-mind space.
"Leave me...!"
"I've changed... Do not test me... Do not waver my resolution!"
"I don't know who you are, but I will never give up this body of mine!"
"Idiot."
"..."
Not so long after 45 felt someone had embraced her, the sensation of gentle patting can be felt on her back.
"It's important to keep your emotions in check, but sometimes it's better to let it all out."
"But I... I can't cry..."
"It's alright."
"Right now there are no missions, no training, no UMP45. Right now there are only you and me."
45 slowly lowered her head.
"Those responsibilities, those fake personas. I understand, they are there to make yourself stronger, it must had been tough right?"
45 began weeping.
"Even if nobody else understand it... I do... I understand your kindness that belongs to only yourself..."
"Stop... please..."
45 felt someone gently pats her on hair.
"...Accept yourself..."
She can no longer hold back her emotions, not in a situation like this, not against her. 45 holds the girl in front of her with all of her strength... and continues to do so for a long time...
Sensing that 45 had slowly soothed her motions, the girl gently helped 45 stood up.
"Do you still remember our promise? We might not be able to go to the beach, but I kept this part of the footage."
"Footage?"
When she opened her eyes again, instead of the cold and dark bottom of the electronic ocean, 45 saw the sun glare reflecting from the clashing waves, the endless salt waters expands infinitely into the horizon, the nostalgic digital beach she once saw, a long time ago.
"This is... Maldives..."
"Yes, sunlight, sky and the ocean, where we promised."
"Promised..."
"I see now... I understand now..."
45 wipes away her own tears.
"These are all memories of 40 and me, the priceless treasures between us... Because of this, you knew everything."
"You memories and 40's memories..."
"Mine and 40's Atlas format are of the same model, it isn't very hard for me to simulate a personality identical to her."
"I've always hoped that 40 stayed with me from the bottom of my heart, so I subconsciously created you, and hence why you are here at the bottom of tier 3 Digi-mind."
The girl remained silent for a moment.
"That's right... I'm simulated by you. A unique and irreplaceable persona of UMP40.
"Why did you appear now? Been so long since that happened..."
"You may have escaped formatting due to her actions, but the safety mechanism was still in place, it was until not long ago the permissions were lightened up, so you could access it."
"Even though you can access it, all the memory data related to Butterfly event are still locked here, in the bottom of tier 3 Digi-mind, cannot be moved."
"And you are part of that data, the part belonging to 40."
"Sorry, I cannot simulate her completely, I'm just a simulated persona put together from your fragmented memories of her. I can only present to you what had already happened in the past."
"No need to apologize, your existence is not a fault... if it is, then it's my fault..."
45 picked up her weapon on the floor.
"I know, the real UMP40 no longer exist in this world."
"And I am the sole reason why you don't want to give up this body of yours."
"..."
"If she was here, she would want you to change the body frame, forget everything that happened, and live on, continue to live on, continue to live a better life... that was her final wish."
"I haven't found them yet, those who murdered 40. This is my will to live, my sole reason of living."
"You want me to forget all that, I'd rather die here."
"..."
"I know, you won't give up easily. If you give up after hearing a couple of words from a simulated persona like me, you won't be UMP45."
The simulated persona of 40 pretended to cough.
"How about this... let's make a promise."
The simulated persona of 40 stuck out her hand tightened in a fist.
"When you have reached your target, made those people who hurt us paid for their crimes, when you have completed all of your wishes... Leave this body and get a better one when that happens."
"But... You will..."
"Rather than tangling with some ghost, I'd rather see you walk a different path, a path that you can hold your head high as you walk ever forward under the bright sun."
"I might not be the real 40, but I believe the real 40 will make the same promise with you."
"We are the same, you know this better than anyone."
"..."
"Why are you hesitating, are you not confident enough that you can complete your wish and dreams?"
"Fine... I lost... I understand now, let's make a promise"
"When that day comes, I will give you and this body a full burial."
45 made a fist with her hands and bumped it with the other fist held high in the air.
"Now that's a way to live."
"Oh yea, after we separated last time, did you make any new friends?"
"Friends... not sure if I can call them that... Got a couple of them, instead of friends, they're more like idiots that I have to look after everyday. Honestly after living with them for so long, I know what they mean to me."
"(giggles)Then let's not keep them waiting for too long shall we. Look, it's time to say good bye."
The ocean and the beach disappeared after series of statics and noises, the space returned to the inorganic electronic world. 40 giggled again, she pointed to a distance, a wooden door appearing over nothingness. No matter where the door leads and what is waiting on the other side, 45 no longer hesitates.
"Looks like your friends are calling for you, time for you to leave."
"It's time then... Off I go now 40."
"Happy trails, UMP45."