Story/Deep Dive/E2-4 (Part3)/Script

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UMP9: The signal seems to have led us in the right direction. The drone really is here...
45, I completed the mission!
(Laughs bitterly) Not that you can hear me...

UMP9: Please be safe, 45. I don't want to go back...to how it was...

[Meanwhile. ]
[Destroyer is still dashing about on the battlefield.]

416: Last chance, G11.
I've already cleaned up the perimeter of the outpost. Time to give it everything you've got.

G11: Ugh... You make it sound so easy. But with only me...

Gd DSR-50: So I showed up right on time.
Hallo, little one. You on your own?
Oh dear...looks like you already have a date. I'm too late.

416: Let's get to business, Gd DSR-50.
Our target is that dog-shaped Sangvis Ringleader. Take it down, and the Dummies will stop as well, and we'll all be safe.
Now that you're free, make yourself useful.

G11: Simultaneous shots. Can you do it?

Gd DSR-50: You only have to ask.

416: These new elite T-Dolls... I sure hope she's as dependable as 45 said.
G11, can you make the shot yet?

G11: Don't rush it. To avoid making the same mistake, I have to wait until Destroyer comes to a stop.
She's already slowed down considerably after all the fighting so I think she'll soon be out of juice.
Then...we'll just have to wait for her to stick out her big shiny eye...

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Destroyer: Hey, Dreamer! I can't keep it up much longer!
Where the hell are your reinforcements?!

Dreamer: Oh dear... My forces are all busy defending the perimeter.
Don't worry, Destroyer, you're very close to completing your mission.
Keep running and don't let the sniper catch you.

Destroyer: What now?! UMP45 still hasn't turned into a Sangvis unit as you promised, and I'm under heavy barrage here!

Dreamer: Just get a bit closer. I can take care of the one in command if you just close in a bit.

Destroyer: What are you talking about? Hasn't the plan to take control of UMP45 already failed?

Dreamer: Well, UMP45... Heheh...
She IS a slippery one. She's keeping our connection open, so she must be up to something.
Whatever. We have a chance as long as the connection stays up.

Destroyer: A chance? What chance?

Dreamer: If she's using the same protocol as ours, it's gonna make our job even easier...
Have you forgotten about our offensive firewall?

Destroyer: You mean...the thing that can simply fry a neural cloud...?

Dreamer: That's the gist of it in terms of theory.
I actually used every single idle server at the base for this. That little minx's neural cloud should've been burnt to a crisp by now.

Destroyer: Oh, so we can now go get her corpse!
And capturing Squad 404 will only be a matter of time!

Dreamer: That's the only foreseeable outcome...
But...will it really be that easy...

Destroyer: Who cares! Let me go check out the outpost she's at!

Destroyer: But...what's her exact location...?
Hmm...this body is very inefficient in multi-tasking. I'll have to stop and think about it...

[Destroyer comes to a stop.]

Destroyer: Let me see...she should be...

Dreamer: Hey!

[BANG! BANG!]
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They've activated the safeguard program. You know what that means, right?

They're destroying our neural clouds.
So are we going to die here?

No, only one of us has to die. The program will stop running as long as one of us dies.

What...are you talking about?

Hopeless, isn't it? But that's the fate of all Dolls.
Which do you choose, life or death?
Answer me, UMP45!

Why...why does it have to be like this...

Raise your weapon, UMP45.
Don't pity yourself. That's only for losers!

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UMP45: Is that me in the past? Guess I can only access it this way...
If it can even replay that memory...then OGAS Protocol has some seriously scary computational capacity...
Still...switching back and forth is taking a heavy toll on me... Cough...
And these flashbacks don't seem very stable. Destroying the program won't be easy even with the help of OGAS.

UMP45: Huh? What now?!

UMP45: They spotted me even in such a small port... Damn S.F., are they trying to fry my neural cloud?!

UMP45: These attacks...are relentless!

UMP45: I'm NOT gonna...fall here... 40...

416: 416 hailing.
9, have you found 45?

UMP9: I found her. I'm right by her side.

416: How is she?

UMP9: I don't know. She's just standing here, eyes wide open, like a statue. Zeele, Deele, what do we do?

Zeele: Let's start by physically connecting her to the network with a cable. Any ideas, Deele?

Deele: It looks like...she was under the attack of an offensive firewall.
S.F. might've tried to fry 45's neural cloud but she was disconnected on the last second so it didn't work.

G11: Humph. My last shot saved her.

Deele: Other than the fact that she's still alive, I can't guarantee anything...

416: All the echelons that were aiding us are also out of action. They're standing by in their last-active positions.
That's not good at all. S.F. will definitely send in new reinforcements and we're sitting ducks.

G11: We're really on our own with no T-Dolls who can issue commands. We've got to think of something.

Zeele: We aren't entirely out of options...
Damage to the neural cloud can be repaired on Level II, but the repair is usually carried out in a maintenance pod...

416: Let me guess. Since we don't have a maintenance pod just handily lying around...
We have to risk being one-shot by S.F. and link up with her on the spot?

UMP9: Think about it. We can't make it out of the Sangvis barricade without 45's direction so we'll be dead either way.

G11: So...how do we wake her up?

Deele: We must first inspect the current state of 45's neural cloud on Level II before we can figure out how to repair her.
But we need your help. It's all on you, Squad 404!

UMP9: We practiced this before we set off...
I hope you still remember how it's done.

416: Tsk... To be honest, I don't like that place.

G11: Since when do you grumble so much?
You're becoming more and more like me.

416: Shut up!

UMP9: Alright, alright, get off each other's throat!
Let's bring 45 back and make it home together!