PNC Story/Standard 2-4/Script

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

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.