GFL2 Story/1-5/Script
(Groza's team takes out some of the restless Varjagers, and the drone seizes the opportunity to touch down.)
(Seeing that the drone is about to land, the retreating Varjagers rush forward again.)
(As the crowd charges ferociously, the drone deploys a large automatic turret and starts spraying them with bullets as it descends.)
(The Varjagers scatter under the unexpected barrage and the other drones, defended by the turret, land safely with the supplies.)
Poludnitsa: Hoho~ Objective achieved. You've obtained all your supplies, so shouldn't you be on your way now? Oh yes, make sure to ask after the Commander's health for me.
Groza: ...The Commander asked me to pass a message on to you.
Poludnitsa: What?
Groza: ...Hope.
Groza: The Commander hopes the Collapse storms will not consume the soul of Harpagon.
Poludnitsa: —Ha! Alright then, just for those words, I'll lend you a vehicle to transport those supplies.
Groza: Thank you very much.
Poludnitsa: I'll put the rent on your tab. Thank you for your patronage. May all your Commander's endeavors go well with the blessing of the storm.
Groza: ...Thank you.
Poludnitsa: Krolik—is that your name?
Krolik: Yeah.
Poludnitsa: The missing part of the team... I'm sure the Commander can breathe easy now that you're here.
Krolik: ...Uh... huh?
Groza: Krolik, Nemesis, come help me load the supplies.
Krolik: C-coming, Leader!
Poludnitsa: Give me a call when your comms equipment is fixed.
