Story/Arctic Warfare/E3-4 (Part3)/Script

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UMP45: Too long…
Why are they taking so long...

UMP9: We can’t afford to wait any longer, 45.
Their power supply and comms are coming back online in three minutes max.
Once they have auxiliary power, none of us will make it out!

UMP45: We’re running out of time. Let’s withdraw.

G11: Huh? Are we abandoning the mission?

UMP45: We’ve cleared the way.
If everything is going according to the plan, the AR Team is on standby somewhere close. They’ll have a chance to make their way through.

HK416: Hey, 45!
What about the others? M1887 and her troops are still in the field.

UMP45: That’s not our objective, 416.

HK416: …
How about you, 9?
What do you think?

UMP9: I… I only listen to 45…
I don’t have anything personal against the AR Team…
But…business is business, right?

HK416: …

G11: I…I just take orders. Don’t ask my opinion.

HK416: But the AR Team won’t agree to this. They’re not like us.

UMP45: They can’t say no. This is their only chance.
Either they leave with us alive, or die here with them. We can’t save everything.

HK416: Has this been your plan all along?

UMP45: Is there a problem, 416?
You yourself don’t plan on staying behind either, right?
Mind you, you can’t go back to M16. That “squad” no longer exists!

HK416: …!

UMP45: Let go of your pathetic pride and join us for real…
Only if we be their stain will they truly value us.

G11: 45…

UMP9: 45…
The three minutes are almost up, but RO still hasn’t responded…

UMP45: …? Check their coordinates. They should be nearby.

UMP9: No, they’re not even in our surveillance area…

G11: What? Are they...not coming?

RO635: Sorry to keep you waiting, 45.
There’s been a slight change of plan.
We didn’t raid Architect’s base and went for an outpost in the other direction instead.

UMP45: What…the hell are you doing?
Doesn’t that put us in grave danger?
Once the power comes back online, we’re gonna be the first to die.
Have you considered the feelings of your saviors, RO635?

RO635: Don’t worry, 45.
Someone will be taking our place. We won’t be putting anyone at risk.

UMP45: …!
Gunfire behind the door!

Thompson: Dear me, looks like we’ve barely made it in time.
Time to clean up. Make sure you keep the dirt away from me…

WA2000: Save your breath, Thompson.
I’ll kill everything that gets in our way. Focus on your job

[...!]

Architect: YESSSSSS! My power is finally back online!
Gager, did you hear me?! Now’s the time to flush out the rats!

Gager: Architect! Do you copy?!
Large Griffin reinforcement is coming from behind the base! Withdraw at once! Hurry!

Architect: Huh…
Huhhhhhhh?! Why are there so many of them?!
Hey, my lady knight! You can’t just ignore your superior officer when she’s in danger!

Gager: You’re strong. You’ll make it out alive.
I’ll meet you outside, so just get out of the base. Quick!

Architect: Alright, I’m running!
But you better hurry up yourself, ‘cause I might get lost in-

[Bang!]

Gager: Architect?!
Answer me, Architect!

Agent: Save it. She failed.
Griffin has dispatched a field commander. Their troops have already started mobilizing.
Your cannon installation drones are no match against those T-Dolls.

Gager: Agent…
You found out…

Agent: I never expected much from Architect, but…
If you had notified me sooner, it would not have come to this.

Gager: I didn’t expect them to be so swift.
This is all we could do…

Agent: This was my mistake in job delegation…
I had hoped the two of you could acquire more experience in this operation, but my plan was ruined by these trespassing rats…
Thank you for everything you have done. Leave the rest to me.

Gager: ...Understood.
I am handing my command authorization to you, Agent…
But as you said, these troops are no match against the Griffin field commander...

Agent: Don’t forget that I have my own forces...
Hundreds and thousands of units…
It is time to make your acquaintance, Griffin Commander...

[Meanwhile, in the Sangvis command post.]

Architect: Whoa! Why are my comms down?!
Huh? Don’t tell me…they wrecked the equipment?!

WA2000: Quiet, Architect.
If you so much as twitch a hair, the next thing to be wrecked is your head.

Architect: …
Jeez, so the sniper is already in position?
But don’t underestimate me. I can pack quite a punch!

Thompson: Really? Perfect…
I was just thinking this job is way too easy.

Architect: W-Who the hell are you?!
You have so many T-Dolls with you! That’s not fair!

Thompson: I’m just a lowly wall plasterer.
But I can’t really start working until I see what’s been splashed onto the wall.

Architect: ...
Fine. Happy?

Thompson: Oh? Surrendering just like that?

Architect: I’m not obliged to fight to the bitter end anyway.
So long as I have food and water, I don’t care where I go.
Well? I’ll cooperate, so don’t worry!

Helian: Capture her first. Have her completely restrained, then bring her back!

WA2000: Careful, Thompson. This could be a trap.

Thompson: I’ve never seen any trap. All I’ve seen are a bunch of corpses who tried to be clever.
You’re not very clever though, are you, Architect?

Architect: Ahaha… That’s right, I’m an idiot!

WA2000: This is the first time I’ve seen a Sangvis turncoat…
Who the hell are you? Why do you have such ludicrous authorization?

Architect: Uh… Well…
There must be something wrong with me…?
So please be nice to me. I know a lot of interesting things.

[...]
[RO635 and all T-Dolls have regrouped safely and are withdrawing to the heliport with the Commander’s aid...]

UMP45: …
You finally showed up, RO.

RO635: …
Should I apologize, 45?

UMP45: Why should you? You were in command.
It’s just that…
How is your choice any different from M4A1’s?

RO635: You mean contacting Helian?

UMP45: I mean trying to save everyone.
If this Commander hadn’t listened to you and rushed here at all cost…
All of our deaths would’ve been on you.

RO635: I think I now know…
...why you always do things your way.

UMP45: …
Then are you content to lose your sense of self and become someone else’s substitute?

RO635: But…what exactly is my “sense of self”?

UMP45: …

RO635: I was...created for this to begin with.
I will not abandon those who M4 wants to protect.
And I will believe in those who M4 believes in.

UMP45: …
In any case, you did the right thing in this operation.
Congratulations, AR Team. We may not be able to celebrate with you, but surely, we can have a handshake at the very least.

RO635: Of course. I also think you are all exceptional T-Dolls.
It has been an honor knowing you, UMP45.

UMP45: Really? But, unfortunately…
You won’t know us anymore very soon.

RO635: …!
What is that in your hand?!

UMP45: No reason to fear. Just a small authorization program...
...that will access your neural cloud and delete something…
...about us...

RO635: UMP45, so this is how...

UMP45: Ja, this is how Squad 404 has survived this long…
Can’t be helped. Even if we didn’t do this, HQ would…
While we still remember each other, RO635, let me tell you one last thing...

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UMP45: Plan Parapluie is far from over…
Goodbye then, young autonomous Doll…
I envy you, truly...

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[Ten minutes later]

M4 SOPMOD II: RO! RO!

RO635: Huh?

M4 SOPMOD II: What are you still doing here?! The operation is about to begin!

RO635: Operation? What operation?
M4 SOPMOD II: Agent is launching a counteroffensive with a large force! We must repel them!

RO635: Repel?
Aren’t we withdrawing?

M16A1: Change of plan, RO.
We have to hold on until the large freighters arrive to carry that thingy away.

RO635: Thingy? What thingy?

M4 SOPMOD II: The thingy!
Jupiter, duh!

RO635: Ju...piter...?!
Are you…kidding me…?

M16A1: I’ll explain later. Agent’s forces are coming!

M4 SOPMOD II: The Commander is also here!
Let’s have a proper brawl and bring that thing home with us!

【HINT】Operation Arctic Warfare concluded. Hidden stage unlocked.