Story/Arctic Warfare/E1-2 (Part3)/Script

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M4 SOPMOD II: Haha! Look, another communication outpost!

RO635: Fantastic. The door isn’t locked either.
M16, could you please check the comms system inside?

M16A1: Fully functional and shows no sign of having been hacked. We’re really in luck.

M4 SOPMOD II: Woohoo! Then let’s go in!
We have to set up a new communication network and warm ourselves up while we’re at it. I’m literally turning into a popsicle!

[Three minutes later.]

Helian: M4…
Wait, no. M16, is that you?

M16A1: Yes, Miss Helian. We are all okay.
We found several survivors and are now contacting you at a communication outpost to the west of where we crashed.

Helian: That’s good news…
HQ has been doing everything they can to mount a rescue mission once they learned of your survival.
However, this is going to take some time due to the distance and poor weather conditions.

M16A1: We are relatively safe for now, but S.F. has probably already detected our presence.
We’ve been gathering our forces by searching for other survivors, but the weather is simply too terrible.
Low temperatures and strong winds are severely impeding our movements and replenishments.

Helian: I’m dispatching…
...aircraft to the heli...in the southeast...

M16A1: Pardon? Miss Helian?

Helian: ...to provide additional supplies…
But… careful...

[…]
[Connection broken.]

M16A1: (Slams the table) Dammit!

RO635: The blizzard must be interfering with the signal…
If there’s a heliport in the southeast, then they must be able to keep sending in supplies.
In any case, let’s move out.