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Registration number Rb23.

Callsign: Raven.

Authentication complete.

Removing MIA status.

Restoring access privileges.

This is ALLMIND, the mercenary support system.

Welcome back, Raven.

"'Raven.' That's who you are now, here on Rubicon."

"I've picked up some work for you already. Take a look, 621."

Your license was in a suspended state. Perhaps you may need a refresher.

As an added incentive, completion of the exercises will be rewarded with AC parts. You stand to benefit regardless.

"621, I see that you're still in the garage."

"I appreciate that you're taking your time customizing your AC, but I believe that you need to focus on obtaining better parts, first."

"Different missions will call for different strategies, which will demand different setups."

"And no, I doubt painting your AC completely red would make you go three times faster. Believe me, someone tried."

"I admire your dedication, though. If you need any assistance, feel free to ask."

"..."

"It's been three days, 621."

"..."

"Never mind. Our jobs can still wait."

"Got a job for you, 621. It's an open call from the Arquebus Group."

"To all independent mercenaries, this request comes from Schneider from the Arquebus Group. Dafeng, one of our adversaries allied with Balam, has introduced a new tester AC. It's a sample model from an external architect, featuring extensive assembly optimizations. In the hands of an experienced pilot, it will pose a threat far too great to ignore. This brings me to the request. Intercept delivery of the tester AC and destroy it. The Arquebus Group looks forward to news of your success."

"Briefing over, and happy hunting."

"The target may be a product sample, but it's still an AC. Stay sharp, 621."

"621, about the tester AC you downed... that was being shipped to the Redguns -- Balam's in-house AC squad. They're Balam's main force, and its members are no amateurs. Remember who you're messing with."

"621. I see that you've gotten yourself some new parts. Good."

"The commander of the Redguns, G1 Michigan, informed me that there is a sortie being arranged, involving you. I recommend you get used to your new purchases and get ready."

"621, I've received a report that you have obtained nearly a million COAM."

"..."

"Do you really enjoy beating up that student pilot so much?"

"..."

"Regardless, it's just a job, 621. All of it."

"Keep up the good work."

"..."

"Just don't be too much of a bully."

"621..."

"The Dafeng student pilot finally kicked the bucket, huh? Must've gone tired of you."

"..."

"I don't mind too much. You're a newcomer in Rubicon, and you need the rep."

"Again, just be careful with who you're messing with."

"Got a job for you, 621."

"You're joining an operation planned by Balam HQ. Check the briefing."

"I'm assigning you the callsign G13 -- a lucky little number that just became available."

"..."

"Hmm, I wonder why."

"G13, SOUND OFF!"

"..."

"Good enough. Now go get ready! We're going on a field trip, kiddo!"

"Handler Walter!"

"Yes, Michigan?"

"Just one question."

"..."

"Does G13 ever talk?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"I don't know."

"..."

"..."

"Why did I even ask...?"

"ATTACK! Get in there, you MAGGOTS!"

"Great, an independent merc. Who's the wise guy who decided the Redguns should be taking care of some freelancer?"

"Who gives a shit? We'll handle the mission ourselves."

"Hey, freelancer. Bet no one even told you why we're here. Well, us real Redguns are gonna go climb the Wall. This is just target practice. When we're done, the locals' little base is next."

"G5! Can't tear yourself away from chatting with the tagalong? Why don't you start a sewing club together... and stitch that damn mouth of yours shut?!"

"Our request is simple; we want you to take out the two Redguns. Our compensation will be double Balam's offer. Awaiting your response."

"Interesting..."

"Your call, 621."

"That's a low blow, Handler Walter!"

"G4, G5! Return fire! It looks like G13's playing dirty now!"

"Damn it! I've been hit bad, freelancer got lucky!"

"IGUAZU! How many ranks below you is G13? You can count, right? Don't take too long figuring it out -- it's a lot!"

"Heh. You dumbass, Iguazu. You talk the talk, but you can't walk the walk!"

"Shut up, Volta! I said the freelancer got lucky!"

"Don't be such a crybaby!"

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT HE HAS TWO ZIMMERMANS! HOW THE HELL DID HE GET ZIMMERMANS SO EARLY IN THE GAME?!"

"..."

"..."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Iguazu?"

One new message.

"...Tch. You got lucky, merc. So you got a nice punch in, meh. Go buy a lottery ticket. The Redguns are going to be the first over the wall."

"Have fun watching from the sidelines."

"..."

"Zimmerman cunt."

"621..."

"Where did you get those shotguns in the first place...?"

"..."

"Sigh. Doesn't matter. I took care of Michigan's fees. He wasn't too happy, but we take what we can get. It's the benefit of you being an independent merc. Without any legitimate corporation holding you down, you're freer than most AC pilots, even in the field."

"Anyways, Arquebus is preparing a new mission for you. I'm hearing it's a tough one. Get ready for anything."

"Hold on a second, 621. I am also receiving a call... from the Rubicon Liberation Front."

"...Looks like the last of them. Nothing on the long-range radar."

"You may have failed to protect the STRIDER, but you had a hell of an excuse. I'll look into this. You go home and get some rest, 621."

"..."

"Huh... where did you get that ten-cell missile launcher, by the way?"

"Wait a minute... you have Tetrapod legs."

"..."

"621, you can't buy them until you've finished Operation Wallclimber. Where did you get those parts?"

"You must be Raven. One of the infamous Handler Walter's hounds. Interesting..."

"Ready to climb the Wall?"

"This is V.IV Rusty..."

"Understood."

"Raven, I just got an update from Snail at Command."

"We've got enemy reinforcements incoming. If I don't intercept them, we're both toast."

"Hate to leave you like this, but you'll have to-"

"Confirmed. JUGGERNAUT destroyed. Operation Wallclimber is a success."

"..."

"Damn."

"So that's how a hound fights! Alright, I'll take care of mopping up the remaining hostiles. With luck, maybe we'll meet again... buddy."

"..."

"Buddy... heh. Got a nice ring to it. Say, before I go... where did you get those needle launchers?"

"Hey, I think I should tell you something."

"During Operation Wallclimber, Arquebus was planning to sacrifice you. The plan was to use independent mercenaries to clear the way so that the Vespers could step in and take over. But instead... you took the Wall."

"The higher-ups are going to remember you now, that's for sure. As will I, buddy."

"Just be careful with Snail, though. He didn't look too happy with you still alive. Guy's a little obsessed with whatever you strapped on your AC's shoulders. I... suggest you keep those under wraps until he's done malding."

"..."

"I'll ask R&D myself."

Augmented human C4-621. Callsign: Raven.

It is noticed by ALLMIND that you have not even begun your refresher course.

Suggestion: Do your training missions, regardless of your performance in real-world missions.

Anyways, ALLMIND hereby invites you to the Arena combat aptitude evaluation program.

The Arena is a virtual combat simulator designed to support the development of registered mercenaries. It also serves as a benchmark to appraise and rank the mercenaries active on Rubicon.

It also serves as a way to convince new mercenaries to stop relying too much on the Zimmerman shotguns.

We look forward to your participation.

We also look forward to your realization of the fact that there are more weapons collecting dust in your garage.

"Got a job for you, 621. A request from an independent mercenary. Callsign: Kate."

"Hmm..."

"I feel like this isn't your first playthrough, 621."

"Huh... I guess that makes sense."

"This is a rather personal request, 621."

"You see, I haven't completely paid off my debts to Michigan. Concerning your hasty decision to betray the Redguns during the Dam Complex sortie, of course. I am asking if you have some spare COAM to give to Michigan. He's still playing nice, but we wouldn't want to totally stay on the Redguns' bad side."

"..."

"Thanks, 621. I just needed 10,000, but this is appreciated."

"..."

"Wait a second."

"..."

"You have... 10,000,000,000 COAM in your account?!"

"Leave no evidence. If anyone sees you, handle it."

"Code 15 -- INTRUDER SIGHTED!"

"It's just one AC! Who are they with?!"

"We can look into that later. Engaging!"

"Code 78 -- requesting backup."

"..."

"H-Huh?! I can't get through to HQ!"

"The cavalry isn't coming. Wipe them out, 621."

"This bastard's got funnels on his AC! Where did he get those FUNNELS FROM?!"

"Funnels? This fucking weeaboo- ARRRRRRRGHHHHHH!!!"

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"Confirmed, enemy squad destroyed. Move on to the next area."

"..."

"Tell me where you got those funnels when you get back, 621. I'm a little jealous."

"Gen Four, huh? Heard you make fine hounds with the right training! A shame you'll have to..."

"Wait, are those... FUNNELS?!"

"No... IMPOSSIBLE! That's not funny!"

"NO! Stop spamming them, you cheating prick! And you're using the goddamn shotguns! Oh, for fuck's sake- AAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!"

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"621... y-you... Zimmerman c-cunt..."

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"Enemy AC destroyed. Sulla's gone. Good. Him being a Gen One survivor doesn't make him the top of the pack. Back to work, 621."

"..."

"Don't let his words get to you. It's his fault he wasn't a missile boat."

"Who are you...?"

"An older type of augmented human... fourth generation..."

"Have we... made contact?"

"I am Ayre, a Rubiconian."

"Please, you must wake up, before your consciousness is forever scattered in the Coral flow."

"..."

"Raven... I have identified an approaching enemy."

"I'll synchronize with your brain waves, and I'll maintain contact to support you."

"Main System: Reactivating Combat Mode."

"I've looked into the enemy craft... it's an autonomous PCA Craft -- Balteus. It is known for its superior firepower due to the hundreds of missiles it launches."

"It has also led to many players getting their skill issues exposed."

"But I see that you have Zimmermans and funnels in your reverse-jointed build, Raven. Perhaps... this is not your first rodeo. Still, be careful. That massive dose of Coral nearly killed you. Please focus on winning this."

"Enemy systems down. It's silent."

"..."

"Raven, you... you actually don't need rest. Never mind."

"But first, a warning."

"This is not your first playthrough, I am aware. But the other mercenaries will soon learn of the absurdities. Discretion is advised. Something else is pulling the strings, Raven. Soon, we'll have to confront the truth."

"..."

"Raven..."

"Can I... call you 'studmuffin'?"

"Rest up, 621. That's an order."

"..."

"Again, please tell me if you still hear voices. It's a common side effect of major exposure to Coral. But as long as it doesn't distract you while you're on the job, then it shouldn't be a problem."

"Raven. I see that your Handler is away on business for now."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Can you show me your pilebunker?"

"Don't worry, boss. Leave it to 'Invincible' Rummy to show our guest-"

"OWWW!!! S-S-SONGBIRDS?! WAIT, WAIT!!!"

"N-Noooo...! MAD STOOOOOOOMP!!!"

"Enemy AC destroyed."

"..."

"More like, 'Vincible' Dummy."

"..."

"Sorry, Raven. I am still honing my attempts at humor."

"You're not afraid of anything, are you? I like that in a tourist."

"Too bad that this is goodbye."

"Sigh... so it was a trap. The Dosers are certainly living up to their reputation. But luckily, you have Songbirds."

"..."

"This will be a piece of cake, Raven."

"Enemy systems offline. Complete shutdown confirmed."

"Sigh..."

"Enough, tourist. It's been miserable knowing you, but..."

"I guess playing nice is the smart choice here. You wanna go up top, right? Come on, I'll show you the way. Guided tour from 'Cinder' Carla herself."

"..."

"Goddamn Songbirds..."

"Don't listen to her, Raven."

"Alright, Walter. Spill the beans. Where the hell did you get your new dog?"

"First off, show 621 a bit of respect. Secondly, sorry for the mess he made. And third, to answer your question... I honestly don't know."

"Figures. He's got a packed arsenal, plus he's made quick work of RaD's defenses. Tourist's more than cracked up, Walter."

"We'll need a pilot like him if we need more progress with our plans. Given the state of the planet, Arquebus and Balam are moving fast. No doubt, the PCA will get their hands dirty soon."

"Gotta say, tourist... I'm impressed."

"Thanks for taking care of the hacking drones. I've sent the Coyotes a little countervirus, something to fry their servers. Maybe that'll teach them behave."

"Wait, I'm picking up something on the radar. More hostiles outside...?"

"Huh, wonder who else they invited? Go and check it out, tourist."

"..."

"Raven, they've called in for backup. Should we step outside and say hello?"

"..."

"Oh, I see you're clearing out the entire map."

"Huh? You're the freelancer from the dam raid..."

"And here I thought I'd just make some extra scratch..."

"Guess I can settle the score at the same time!"

"Enemy AC detected: HEADBRINGER. Callsign: G5 Iguazu."

"Ugh... the goddamn ringing in my ears, where the hell's that coming from?!"

"Doesn't matter. You're going down, you Zimmerman cunt!"

"It seems that Iguazu is holding a grudge against you, Raven."

"..."

"LOL."

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Shit, they're all over us. Yo, freelancer! Help me out, or we're both dead!"

"OOF! HEY, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! Goddamn psycho! I said HELP ME-"

"ARGH!"

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"YOU BASTARD! You got lucky, freelancer! You and your fucking Zimmermans! Good luck dealing with the new guests now!"

"Enemy AC destroyed. Iguazu's ejected. Time to take care of the other hostiles, Raven."

"Phew. It's over. I'll have my crew check out those mechs. Get back to our base, tourist."

"..."

"Say... that one AC pilot seemed to dislike you a lot."

"..."

"You owe me a story, tourist!"

Two new messages.

"You're gonna PAY for what you did back there, freelancer! Your luck will run out sooner or later; I'll wreck your goddamn AC and send you to the afterlife!"

"..."

"Zimmerman cunt."

"Hey, buddy. It's me, Rusty."

"Took the privilege of asking R&D about those needle launchers you got. All they told me was, and I quote, 'they're supposed to be developed later in the game.'"

"..."

"Anyway, how you doing? The corps are moving hastily now with all this active Coral going around. Snail's haven't been getting much sleep, but he's doing fine."

"Still, nothing can convince most of us here that Snail's not a sniveling prick."

"..."

"But then again, snails don't like rust..."

"Looking forward to teaming up with you again, buddy. For now, stay safe."

"621, I'm back."

"Heard about your crazy trip across the ocean, and I see you've met Carla. Also, I've looked into the C-Spider. It's an Institute relic, and I'm glad you managed to take it down."

"..."

"There are no corporation jobs for the meantime, but there seems to be a personal request again, from a friend of yours in Arquebus. There's a deadline for this sortie, so I recommend you rest up for a while before you head back into the field."

"..."

"By the way, are you still hearing those voices? Just tell me if they disturb you while you're on the job."

"Hey, buddy. This is Rusty."

"I would take up this sortie myself, but my hands are busy for the time being. I have some loose ends to clean up myself."

"You've reached the Central Ice Field. Good. I have received reports of a massive medical facility in the region, previously controlled by the Rubiconians. They housed old-generation augmented humans, who are under recovery after their surgeries and subsequent lobotomies. Unfortunately, there are squads sent by both Arquebus with the directive of capturing the entire facility and kidnap the augmented to serve as independent mercs and experiments for future research."

"None of the augmented humans are even healthy enough to pilot ACs, much more the modern ones from Arquebus. The Rubiconians tried to evacuate them, but they're overwhelmed by the invading force."

"Snail's leading the operation remotely, and right now, several MT squads fill up the entire facility, and they'll be transporting the augmented to Arquebus' HQ soon."

"Here comes the... morally questionable request. You have to destroy the entire facility while security is low, then hightail it out of there."

"I know what I'm asking, buddy, and as a Vesper myself, the situation ain't pretty in my eyes. I'm asking you to literally slaughter the handicapped, and a good number of augmented children. There's even an orphanage here..."

"..."

"Wait, you're really gonna take up this job?"

"..."

"You sure? I'm asking you to blow up a facility for PWDs..."

"Sigh... alright. I guess I should let you. I would've asked the other Vespers or the Rubiconians, but... I guess you can do the job, buddy."

"Don't worry, I'll pay you a large sum of COAM-"

"Wait, for free? You'd do it for free?"

"..."

"Alright... if you insist. Here's the extra details for your personal sabotage."

"Just keep this sortie a secret from Snail, buddy. Don't tell him I gave you the briefing."

"Bombing a PWD facility, and an orphanage, too."

"..."

"Just get it done, 621. I have nothing else to say."

"..."

"Of course you brought the Earshots for this one..."

"Raven..."

"If the circumstances were any different, I would've went against this mission."

"But if it meant mercy-killing them to prevent Arquebus from torturing them further, then we must commit the lesser of evils."

"..."

"Let's fuck shit up, studmuffin."

"CODE 15, HOSTILE DETECTED! It's... ONE AC?!"

"Code 78 -- requesting backup! One tetrapod AC! It's..."

"Huh?! I can't reach HQ!"

"Does it belong to the RLF?! Where did this guy come from-"

"Oh, no... THE AUGMENTED! THE AC'S TARGETING THE FACILITIES!!!"

"You're dealing significant damage, Raven. Just stay up high in the sky."

"621, the cavalry isn't coming. Take your time and burn the facility to the ground."

"IT'S GOT FLAMETHROWERS! FALL BACK-"

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"Don't let it reach the orphanage! Escort the children!"

"GET BACK INSIDE, THERE'S A ROCKET-"

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"Main orphanage destroyed. There are a few more buildings left to target, Raven."

"MONSTER!!! YOU KILLED THEM ALL... GAAAAAAAAHHHKKKK!!!"

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"Facility destroyed. Mission accomplished, Raven."

"Nice work slow-roasting the orphanages, 621."

"..."

"It's just a job, 621. All of it. Don't let it get to your head."

"You deserve a break. Return to base."

"And you, studmuffin... you deserve a little treat tonight."

"Damn you, Handler Walter."

"Snail."

"You let your feral hound slaughter tens of thousands of lives-"

"And he enjoyed it."

"OF COURSE HE DID. That vile vermin shouldn't be let off its master leash, not even for a SECOND, because catastrophes like these-"

"He's an independent, Snail. He can take whatever job he wants. And he was assigned by the RLF to kill the PWDs and the children."

"W-What?!"

"And secondly... show my hound some respect. He's doing your ethics committee a solid by mercy-killing the lobotomized. You wouldn't want to lose shareholders after that stunt you've pulled off, Snail."

"621, I'm sending you today's status update."

"Ever since the PCA have moved in en masse, Arquebus and Balam have started to cooperate, but not officially. The PCA's the most dominant force here on Rubicon. Even with the combined might of the two corporations and the RLF, they won't stand a chance against the space police, and that means that our Coral operations are ground to a halt."

"Our main objective would be to take up more corporate jobs and weaken the PCA brick by brick. Expect that you'd have to play along with your... friends."

"..."

"Don't worry. As questionable as it is blowing up that medical facility, the majority's blaming Arquebus."

"Every night where Snail doesn't get good sleep is a good night."

"..."

"That prick deserves it, 621. But that's a story for another time. I've sent you a briefing."

Augmented human C4-621. Callsign: Raven.

It is noticed by ALLMIND that you still haven't begun your refresher course.

Suggestion: Do your goddamn training missions. Even if it's your 3rd playthrough.

...

Hold on.

This is your 69th playthrough?!

...

Nice.

I mean... impossible. There must be an error in the system.

ALLMIND will look further into this anomaly.

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"Heard the news, tourist."

"..."

"An orphanage, huh? Well, yeah, without context, sounds like the most evil thing you could do. Even the PCA got spooked initially, but some outside sources are telling me that Arquebus was planning something worse for the old-gen lobotomites."

"..."

"War ain't pretty, tourist. And it's not easy euthanizing human vegetables. I sure hope you did get paid a large sum by the contractor, or I'd be pissed."

"HE DID IT FOR FREE?!"

"Yes, Carla."

"..."

"Is your dog a sadist, Walter?"

"All I know is... he's damn good at his job."

"Raven..."

"This is your... 69th playthrough."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"ALLMIND was quite startled. So you've beaten the game 68 times already..."

"And still, the only thing that changed was the destruction of the medical facility. That wasn't in any of your previous playthroughs."

"..."

"Perhaps things will change this time around. Let's look at the few briefings we have today."

"Ah, G13 Raven! Sneaky little maggot, aren't ya?"

"Now, now, don't get a little jumpy. I may haven't totally forgiven ya for ruining our field trip at the dam, but this time, you're gonna get your shot at redemption."

"You see, there's a small PCA base being constructed close to the ice field. Doesn't seem like a solid target, but Balam's got information that high-ranking PCA officials are making the rounds there, overseeing construction. Job's simple, G13! I want you to send a statement against those PCA asswipes by killing three of their lieutenants! But don't get too cocky; you've got a crap ton of MTs helping them out, too!"

"If you destroy the base, that's a bonus to your final pay! And since Iguazu's been sulking around the barracks all day, I want both of you to team up!"

"I'm asking you to play nice, G13! And you better teach Iguazu the ways of being a good pilot!"

"Get ready to get your hands dirty in this field trip, kiddo!"

"621... looks like Michigan's giving you a second chance."

"Yeah, best you play nice this time. With the PCA present, we'll be getting more jobs from both corps. Making friends is the best option."

"..."

"Are you sure you want to be deployed now? It's still early."

"..."

"Alright, I'll inform Michigan."

"What the hell? Freelancer's already on the way?!"

"Can't blame that hotshot for getting so excited, Iguazu! Now put on your shitting pants and move out!"

"Friggin' freelancer decided to go early. What's wrong with that piece of crap, deciding to stroll around the base by his lonesome? Wouldn't be too surprised if he got shot down already."

"Iguazu! Ever heard of not counting the chicks before the eggs hatch? Do you still remember how many ranks below you is G13? And even then, he whooped your ass in RaD's home turf!"

"Sigh..."

"So I recommend you just keep moving along... wait, hold up, G5!"

"What the hell... it's already over...?!"

"G5, why don't you check it out?"

"S-Send... a message to PCA... this m-m-merc is..."

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"That's the third lieutenant down, 621. And that's the entire base destroyed. You can return to base if you need to."

"..."

"Oh, seems like Iguazu's here."

"..."

"Wait, 621, what are you doing?"

"G13, what the hell are you doing?! Are you..."

"ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW, FREELANCER?!"

"HAHAHAHAHA! Look at him go, Iguazu! Damn, he's HITTING THE GRIDDY!"

"AFTER LEAVING NO KILLS FOR ME?! You're gonna pay for this, you Zimmerman cunt!"

"621... I see you chose to hit the griddy on Iguazu."

"..."

"Good. Michigan got a good laugh out of that one."

"So did I."

"Raven..."

"..."

"That was the cleanest griddy I've ever seen."

One new message.

"YOU HOARD ALL OF THE KILLS, HIT THE GRIDDY ON ME, THEN CALL ME THE TAGALONG?!"

"EVEN MICHIGAN WOULDN'T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!"

"NEXT TIME WE MEET I WILL MAKE YOU AND YOUR AC EAT DIRT, FREELANCER!!! I SWEAR I WILL FUCKING-"

"Hey, buddy. Rusty here."

"One of our next priority targets is the old Bertram spaceport being defended by the PCA. It's a location of strategic importance; they've got a couple of warships stationed inside the huge base, and Arquebus wants the PCA to be crippled immensely. Those warships are part of the PCA's massive suppression fleet, after all."

"Meanwhile, you're not alone in this sortie. Snail says that I should be there too, attacking another nearby base since it's a relay point for enemy comms. It's also to help ease the burden from you as well. The lack of comms would make it more difficult for the PCA to arrive at the spaceport. Once I'm done cleaning house at the relay base, I'm going there to assist you."

"..."

"You know, it's kind of an odd surprise that Snail still trusts you after the whole... PWD incident. I wonder who knocked some sense into him?

"You didn't have to kidnap the augmented, Snail. Could've just paid the RLF a large sum of COAM."

"NO! What MATTERED was making a statement towards them-"

"The only statement you've ever given them was that you could give a hot shit about what you think of them. And now, we've got an ashen mass grave of disabled lobotomites, and a handful of children."

"Freud...!"

"Take it from me that hasn't been augmented in the first place, Snail. No amount of surgery can make the perfect pilot. And whoever this... 'Raven' is, he's taught you that very same thing. So I find it best that instead of condemning Handler Walter's newest hound, you meet him halfway, instead."

"W-What?"

"Give him a difficult job, Snail. Acknowledge his impact in this conflict, despite him being an independent. He's the Wallclimber too, right? I still remember Rusty being at awe of his new... buddy."

"Ergh..."

"It's either that, or our PR being given more reasons to resign. And besides... someone like Raven on our side... imagine how the tides of war would be in our favor with someone like him in our ranks."

"..."

"Also, have you seen him hit the griddy?"

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Sigh... just ask Maeterlinck about the details regarding Raven's most recent excursion. She's becoming quite the fan."

"Anyway, that's all I'll give you, buddy. Both Arquebus and Balam are working day and night to push the PCA away."

"And, uh, in case you're asking, you can't invite help from other mercs in this sortie. Has to be us only."

"See you in the snow soon."

"..."

"Nice griddy, by the way."

"..."

"Raven."

"I noticed that ALLMIND seems to be hiding something within the databanks. It's combat data regarding some unseen AC units."

"..."

"Although I believe that since this isn't your first playthrough, you already know what they are."

"..."

"Hmm..."

"Whatever your decision may be, I will support you in this regard. Though in all seriousness, we must remain vigilant."

"Commence mission."

"621, I'm seeing that security in the spaceport has nearly doubled ever since your solo scuffle in one of the PCA's unfinished bases. They might've been expecting you."

"I can request backup from V.IV or from any of the Vespers-"

"..."

"You still want to go in regardless?"

"..."

"Sigh. Alright, but be careful. If something feels wrong, withdraw from the mission immediately. I will send an excuse to Snail. Hopefully, he'd..."

"Wait... what's that?"

"An AC is approaching in the field... LOCKSMITH?"

"Callsign: V.I Freud!"

"I wasn't expecting V.I here... what's he up to?"

"ENEMY AC! It's a Vesper!"

"Holy shit, it's the top-ranking Vesper! It's Freud! Take him down, now! Concentrate all fire on that one AC!"

"Freud, what are you doing?! That's a sortie assigned for Rusty and Raven! Withdraw AT ONCE!"

"Forgive me for this one, Snail, but I've received reports from O'Keeffe and Pater about a squadron of warships approaching the spaceport in a couple of minutes. If I don't assist Raven, he'd be overrun."

"Are you out of your mind?!"

"V.IV's still too far away, Snail. And if this mission fails, both Arquebus and Balam would be several steps behind."

"Goddamnit, Freud! I SAID-"

"Also, Maeterlinck demanded Raven's autograph, so I can't disappoint her by saying that he died in this sortie."

"For fuck's sake, he's a LOBOTOMITE!"

"This world's okayest lobotomite."

"HUH?!"

"Title drop."

Disconnecting comms link.

"Ah... back to work."

"..."

"Oh, so you must be Rubicon's most famous independent."

"In a few minutes, the naval fleet will arrive soon to intervene. How about you help me out here before the cavalry arrives?"

"Although you may consider this a professional courtesy... you owe Maeterlinck an autograph, Raven."

"Buddy, heard that Freud's with you."

"Good thing he's on your good side. Let's keep it that way; I'm receiving news that a naval fleet's heading to the spaceport. I would rendezvous, but it seems like they were expecting you here in the relay base, too."

"It's nothing I can't handle, but I'll be late to the party. Help Freud out, buddy. Don't worry about me!"

"Seems like most of the Vespers have taken a liking to you, 621."

"..."

"This wasn't in any of the ending routes."

"Freud is simply just a regular human with no augmentations. But it is impressive that he's just as good as you when it comes to controlling laser drones."

"..."

"Is he simply built different?"

"You are most definitely one of a kind, Raven. Like a hound on the hunt."

"Your company's much more welcome compared to Snail's."

"But alas, we don't have much time for fun and games. So why don't you show me the independent merc that everyone's head-over-heels for?"

"We'll see if you live up to your newfound reputation."

"It seems like he is challenging you, Raven."

"..."

"There are incoming warships, four kilometers away. Why don't we give Freud a show?"

"Sir, we've received a message from an anonymous sender?"

"Really? Show me!"

"Um... it's a... meme?"

"What are you talking about?!"

"What...?"

"SIR! AN AC IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE BRIDGE!"

"Is that... a pilebunker?!"

"EVACUATE! EVACUATE THE-"

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"One warship down. Five left."

"I've got one warship as well, Raven. You're not afraid to get your hands dirty."

"Hmm..."

"There is a large squadron of MTs on the ground. I will finish them off, and take care of the stationed ships in the spaceport. Perhaps you won't mind if I leave the cavalry to you?"

"WE'RE DROPPING LIKE FLIES HERE! I CAN'T GET TO HQ-"

[STATIC][STATIC][STATIC]

"Inform the PCA! Code 78E! Code 78E-"

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"All six warships destroyed. Freud is taking care of the last few MTs. Great work, Raven."

"Sorry, buddy. Late to the party..."

"..."

"Huh. Seems like things were cleaned up."

"Ah, Rusty. Don't fret, I've helped Raven in your stead. It is alright; seems like the PCA made Raven one of their high-priority targets. Is the relay base destroyed?"

"Yes, Freud. Thanks for the assist."

"Don't mention it."

"621, I'm receiving signs of seismic activity! Watch out!"

"I... I can sense it too... Coral...?"

"What's that shaking?"

"Raven, Rusty, get clear! Something big is approaching..."

Establishing comms link with V.II Snail...

"Snail, come in. We've got..."

"Holy... shit... what is that...?!"

"Coral response, but no pilot... it's an autonomous C-weapon!"

"V.IV Rusty, V.I Freud! Do you read me?!"

"Snail! Help us out of here. The PCA's sent us a massive... worm!"

"Snail, this is Handler Walter. It's an Institute weapon. We must call back our hounds immediately!"

"Relief choppers are already on their way. Just stay alive, you three!"

"Alright, first off, why the fuck do we have an Alaskan bull worm ruining our field trips? And second of all, why does its face look like my goddamn head shaver?"

"The PCA sicced the weapon on us, Michigan."

"And you know that it's a C-weapon because...?"

"It's obvious, Snail. Such a thing is too big for even a bunch of augmented to pilot. And its secondary weapon systems are fueled by Coral."

"So what do you reckon we do, Handler Walter?"

"..."

"Snail, would you be in favor of a temporary ceasefire between the corporations?"

"Are you out of your mind?!"

"Why do you always have such a huge stick up your ass-"

"SHUT UP, IGUAZU!"

"..."

"Sorry, G5's failed the sewing club. But c'mon, Snail. With that huge ass Ice Worm around, none of us ain't going nowhere! The PCA's drove us out of the main region of the ice field!"

"And if I may provide personal insight as V.I, we don't seem to have the current resources available to take down such a massive weapon. However, if both corporations were to work together..."

"RaD may have just the thing."

"Carla..."

"Don't get anxious, Walter. I have something that might help us out. But if we were to get that little something in our hands... we're gonna need the tourist!"

"621, V.IV Rusty, G5 Iguazu... here's the new status report."

"I, Handler Walter, will be representing both V.II Snail and G1 Michigan while they are temporarily unavailable. With the presence of the Ice Worm, Coral operations are ground to a halt. It's not worth it to just push further without taking down that Institute weapon. Therefore, both Arquebus and Balam have agreed to a ceasefire until we've taken down the Ice Worm... or until we've banished the PCA from Rubicon 3."

"About damn time. Getting tired of the space police muckin' about our jobs."

"However, this just means that things will get busier once new sorties have been assigned to all of you. Everyone's focused on taking down the Ice Worm all while making sure that our dominance in the field is steady. Furthermore, RaD has proposed a solution against our Ice Worm."

"..."

"What's that, Handler?"

"That, Rusty, is the Overed Rail Cannon. It's in Grid 012, it's a rundown location. That's where RaD's 'solution' is. However, a defector has seized control of that place. Goes by the name of 'Honest' Brute."

"I see. So... we just take down this guy, and the ORC is ours?"

"Wait, why do we need this huge ass thing, anyway?"

"The Ice Worm's got solid Coral tech. Not only does it have a primary pulse shield, there's also a secondary reactive shield that we won't be able to punch through with simple weaponry. You'll need the biggest railgun we have in Rubicon, and only the ORC can deliver the punch we need to pin the Ice Worm down."

"Ah, I see. So who will take the railgun back?"

"621 will handle the job. Meanwhile, Snail and Michigan requested that the Vespers and the Redguns should take care of the Bertram spaceport. The PCA's still got a massive naval fleet despite V.I and V.IV helping my hound wipe a chunk of them out, so we need some standby enforcers while 621's gridwalking. And Michigan insists that you play nice, Iguazu. This is a joint operation now."

"Huh... why do we still need the spaceport, Handler?"

"The spaceport's energy output is enough to power up the ORC, Rusty."

"I understand... but what about the primary pulse shield? Even Arquebus doesn't have the tech to... wait..."

"Yes?"

"Buddy already has it, doesn't he?"

"How did you manage to..."

"We have our ways, Maeterlinck."

"..."

"Thanks, Freud."

"Don't mention it."

"Raven..."

"..."

"Why don't we prank Iguazu someday?"

"I have something in mind."

"Slow... slow... quick, quick, slow."

"Slow... slow... quick, quick-"

"AAAAGGGGHHH!!! Who-?!"

"Ah, a new friend of Carla's-"

"WAIT, HOW DID YOU GET PAST MY DEFENSES UNNOTICED?!"

"Wait, I'm not yet done with my creepy monologue- GAAAAAAHHHHKKKK!!!"

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"Enemy AC destroyed. All responses gone silent. Nice work, Raven."

"Sigh... I never really liked Brute. Thanks for cleaning up his mess, tourist."

"Chatty and I will take over from here. Head back to base... we're gonna get busy."

One new message.

"Greetings, tourist. Chatty here."

"The chief told me that the Overed Rail Cannon is almost up and running. She commends you for your service."

"..."

"That is all."

"Chatty is not exactly... 'chatty.'"

"..."

"Never mind."

"Greetings, Raven. V.VIII Pater, here. Honored to provide you with this briefing."

"On behalf of Schneider and Dafeng, I relay this request of theirs."

"Both corporations have been conducting several excursions to seize control of key bases of the PCA, which has led to a decline of security within the Bertram spaceport. The PCA is taking advantage of our hectic schedule, and there are reports from Arquebus scouts that a large naval fleet is approaching to take back the spaceport."

"A few notable AC pilots, G5 Iguazu and V.IV Rusty, will support you early after arriving from an excursion of their own while the other Vespers and Redguns have their hands full. Both Schneider and Dafeng have provided a considerable amount of MTs to support you as well. If the spaceport is defended, we can proceed with the Ice Worm sortie."

"That concludes the briefing, Raven. Good luck."

"Commence mission."

"Wait a minute... something's wrong..."

"The battle's over already...?"

"621, investigate! I'll send a quick update to the Vespers and the Redguns."

"How the hell are you so fast?!"

"Schneider tech, G5. Keep up! Buddy might be in trouble."

"Oh, so you're 'buddies' with that piece of shit freelancer!"

"Please don't give me a reason to deck you, Iguazu. We're in a ceasefire."

"..."

"Do you read me, Raven?"

"I've identified the target. That's the mercenary who took your name."

"621... that's your license's original owner!"

"..."

"Very well."

"Let's see how far they can fly... on borrowed wings."

"Iguazu, Rusty, do not engage."

"Handler?"

"You heard me, Rusty. Don't engage."

"What the hell happened here? What are you up to this time, freelancer...?"

"Enemy AC... Nightfall. Callsign: Raven..."

"Augmented human C4-621. We're not here to take back the Raven name."

"But we've been watching you from afar. Instead, this shall be a fight to the death. Pilot versus pilot."

"We'll see if you will do justice to the callsign you stole."

"That one AC did all of this... eliminated the squadrons from both sides!"

"..."

"Stay sharp, 621. This pilot's something else."

"What's up with that rackety AC? It's not-"

"Oh, damn. It's putting freelancer against the ropes."

"Stay cool, buddy..."

"Something's not right, Raven! This AC's way stronger... stronger than intended..."

"Are you a corporate pawn, or a handler's hound?"

"Either way, you'll never spread your wings."

"You stole Raven's whole flow. Word for word, bar for bar... and yet, they'd rather see you try and prove yourself."

"This is a test..."

"You may have the cleanest griddy in all of Rubicon, but you are a fake. Much like your bipeds."

"What?!"

"Fake as hell."

"OOF!"

"With your dollar-store ass Melanders."

"OUCH!"

"Regardless... prove your worth, mercenary. If you can!"

"Shit, they're neck-and-neck!"

"You've got this, buddy. Just a little more!"

"It's taking heavy damage, 621. Tie up the loose end!"

"Yes, Raven. I can feel it too. This mercenary has potential... or has this mercenary found it already?"

"Watch out for the pilebunker, Raven!"

"Raven isn't a callsign you simply steal."

"It's more than a callsign, it's a symbol. The will to choose what to fight for."

"Just focus, 621! You've almost taken it down."

"BUDDY, WATCH OUT!"

"..."

"God... he did it. That freelancer managed to beat that merc!"

"RAVEN! We can still...!"

"..."

"Sigh..."

"Alright. We'll watch this one."

"See where they go on a Raven's wings."

"..."

"Zimmerman spammer."

"Target down. And it looks like the Redguns and the Vespers are coming back to the spaceport. Just a little late."

"..."

"Your AC's heavily damaged, 621. Head back to base and rest up."

"And no, your legs are malfunctioning. You can't hit the griddy this time. But at least we've tied up the loose end."

"That's all, 621. Get back, and that's an order."

Chapter Text

"621. Preparations against the Ice Worm are halfway done. However, there are a few corporations and franchises that are willing to pay for the services of mercenaries. Higher pay for independents."

"..."

"Although I do believe that you don't have to do these sorties given your billions of COAM, they might help with the welfare of the Rubiconians, and perhaps help you earn a positive reputation amongst the RLF higher-ups."

"Either way, you're free to take up these missions while everyone else has their hands full. Neither Snail nor Michigan would mind, but I'll have to make mission reports to keep them up to date."

"Plus, it's a good way to stretch your legs ever since you took down the previous Raven. Even Iguazu's glad you've recovered, and almost every soul here knows how much that guy hates you."

"..."

"Don't let their operator's words get to you, 621. Your license may be borrowed, but your rizz isn't."

"Regardless, here's the top-priority briefing."

"As you can see, 621, even fast-food franchises are having conflicts within Rubicon 3. They have their own MT squadrons, as well as a few mercenaries piloting their own ACs."

"Currently, Burger King is dominating the market. Everyone on Rubicon loves their 4-Cheese Whoppers. They're to die for, figuratively and literally. But instead of focusing their budget on their R&D, McDonald's decided to take the lethal approach."

"While Arquebus and Balam were butting heads, Burger King and McDonald's are fighting to be at the top of the food chain. All was going well for Burger King, but their steady lead was lost when an independent mercenary became sponsored by the golden arches."

"..."

"Meet the Mech-Donald. Callsign: Asmongold. You don't even need to be a professional pilot to realize that his AC is a next-level threat. With his durable custom tank-treads AC, he can withstand a lot of damage while bringing in more hurt with those gatlings and Songbirds of his. He managed to wipe out a large MT squadron by himself, as well as half a dozen Burger King ACs. The tank also seems to have a solid ejection mechanism, so the pilot will almost always leave the field unscathed whenever his AC goes down."

"However, we've received intel from BK. It says that the pilot refuses to adjust his armaments based on the situation. Although BK's ACs never lasted long, their data logs show that Asmongold never replaces his setup. He always uses Songbirds and gatling guns. There's also information obtained from RLF spies that the McDonald's are intending to reproduce more Mech-Donald ACs in their industrial MT factory here on Rubicon. However, our main priority as of this moment is the up-and-running Mech-Donald currently giving BK a bad time."

"Despite all of the information we have, take this seriously, 621. BK's run out of options because of the Mech-Donald's blitzkrieg. You don't have to kill the pilot; just teach him and McDonald's a valuable lesson. I was hoping you'd take this job, since BK's running low on funds... and because I love Whoppers as well."

"There's always a more pacifistic method of keeping the market alive, 621. But the circumstances call for something more... hands-on."

"..."

"That's all for today's briefing. Consider taking up this mission for no pay, 621. Because I seriously love Whoppers. Especially the 4-Cheese."

"I'm sure the voice in your head can say the same thing."

"..."

"Raven..."

"I, too, loved 4-Cheese Whoppers from Burger King."

"Although I'm not too fond of McDonald's, I also believe, as a Rubiconian, that healthy competition is needed for a healthy market."

"But if the Mech-Donald remains in Rubicon, we might not be able to enjoy the meals from either joint."

"..."

"Your Handler is right. We should take this mission for free. But for now, let's prepare your AC. Our prank on Iguazu will have to wait."

"..."

"Also, how is Asmongold so bald?"

"That's quiet the odd work you gave to the tourist, Walter."

"I know you also love Whoppers, Carla."

"Yeah, yeah. But you do know that taking down that Mech-Donald won't easily convince the golden arches to just give it up, right?"

"We have plenty of time before the Ice Worm briefing starts. Then again, I know my hound. He hasn't lost yet."

"If your pooch screws up, not only is there no stopping that Ice Worm. There'd also be no Whoppers."

"I can't argue against that."

"Raven, I've also remembered..."

"We might involve ourselves with several skirmishes against the Mech-Donald AC. It is possible that if Asmongold loses against your current setup but survives via ejection, he might be inclined to switch tactics in the next clash."

"..."

"Not that I doubt the SOUP missile launchers Carla provided you, and not that I doubt your skill, but I recommend we exercise caution. We are going solo on this one. No Redguns, no Vespers."

"Hmm..."

"Alright, let's take Balam's Verrill legs. We're fighting a tank-treads AC, we must take to the skies for this one. I'll send Rusty a message to provide you with Arquebus' long-range FCS."

"..."

"Raven... don't be shy. Use the Coral Generator. We must optimize your kit."

"Yes, I'm aware that I'm made of Coral. So is my family. But sacrifices have to be made to prevent the collapse of the fast-food market. I hear their voices. They sympathize with us, Raven."

"The 4-Cheese Whopper must be preserved."

"Hey, what's freelancer doing?"

"If you've been up to date with the gossip, Iguazu, our G13's gonna be departing on a field trip to save fast food."

"Oh...? The whole, Burger King versus McDonald's crap, huh? Never liked all that noise, either. What, he's going up against that Mech-Donald?"

"Precisely. And that Mech-Donald's tougher than tungsten; I've seen the documents myself. Even caught V.I's attention."

"And we're just gonna let that freelancer go solo on this one?"

"Well, it's to teach that balding tryhard to switch up his gameplan! We'd just be feeding his ego if we sent an AC squad."

"Huh... figures."

"..."

"..."

"Still pissed with G13?"

"No, but I'd be even more pissed if that idiot gets killed by the Mech-Donald."

"Huh... Mech-Donald..."

"A pesky AC driven by a peskier pilot, Asmongold."

"Yeah, Uncle, but this isn't really an RLF issue... is it?"

"If McDonald's becomes the victor of their scuffle against Burger King, it could result to a collapse of the fast-food market. McDonald's being second in sales and profits is actually beneficial to the economic system here on Rubicon! It's not exactly Burger King's fault that their 4-Cheese Whoppers are untouchable. They just so happened to catch lightning in a bottle. But with the Mech-Donald tearing through BK's defenses..."

"I see. I've had one of their value meals myself. They taste great. But..."

"I've heard that your friend, the Raven, is assigned to take care of the Mech-Donald. He is requesting something from Arquebus: an FCS that prioritizes long range."

"Oh! Hmm, I've heard that R&D's been developing a better FCS. I thought my buddy would've bought it by now..."

"Perhaps he hasn't Rusty. I believe it best to assist him for the time being."

"...Right. Everyone on Rubicon loves those Whoppers. I guess I'll have to ask Snail."

"For free?!"

"Are you surprised, V.IV?"

"...This is an experimental FCS."

"And I'm giving it for free."

"Half of R&D slept in the labs for a month just for this, and you're giving it for free?"

"I paid for it personally, of course. My COAM account. Burger King has affiliations with Arquebus. We must see to it that your friend's sortie is a success. And if needed, I'll have to deploy some of our colleagues in this endeavor. I've convinced Michigan to consider doing the same."

"I see..."

"Is something the matter?"

"Didn't know you're such a BK fan, Snail."

"..."

"..."

"Dolt. Everyone loves Burger King."

"..."

"..."

"Fair enough, Snail."

"Looks like your AC's getting a remodel, tourist. A slight deviation from your double Zimmerman cheese, but whatever."

"You at least looked into SOUP, right? That's ten rockets launched one-by-one with one press of a button. They'll track the Mech-Donald and give it a whole lot of pressure. It's got solid ACS buildup as well, and with that snazzy FCS that Arquebus gave you, you're an eagle-eye fortress."

"You made the right call in fixing up your AC to deal with a close-range hard-hitter like the Mech-Donald. And using the Pulse Armor is also a nice touch. Would help in protecting you from all those gunfire and explosives. And that bazooka you got on your right arm is gonna be the perfect killshot machine. Once the SOUP's softened up the target, a well-placed shot's all it takes, and the Mech-Donald's cooked."

"Though I see you've still got your trusty pilebunker, just in case Asmongold decides to get up close to you. Still, be careful, tourist. Tank-treads are deceptively fast."

"..."

"But I guess you already know that."

"Alright, 621. Last update before you depart."

"You have a few friends of yours overlooking your comms. They're looking forward to your success in this mission."

"Oh, and another thing. Seems like Asmongold's receiving intel from several anonymous operators on how to handle his AC. Guess he's not as good of a pilot as many think he is."

"Be on your guard, 621. He is approaching the Dam Complex, and he's escorted by a few MTs. Nothing you can't handle, of course. We'll oversee any activity outside of the mission area. You can thank Snail and Michigan later for keeping it a one-on-one fight."

One new message.

"Greetings, tourist. Chatty here."

"Carla and the rest of RaD wishes you good luck. I am not privy to fast food myself, but I wish you the same."

"..."

"That is all."

Main System: Activating Combat Mode.

"Commence mission. The objective is to eliminate the Mech-Donald AC, and if possible, eliminate Asmongold."

"LOOK ALIVE, G13! THE LEGACY OF THE WHOPPER IS AT STAKE HERE! Or should I say, at 'steak' here?"

"Will you cut that out, Michigan? The Raven needs to remain focused. Pardon the chatter, mercenary. We are monitoring the situation. The convoy is slightly beyond the Dam Complex. Engage the enemy however you wish."

"They're unaware of you, so you've still got some free reign, buddy. We'll back you up in case things go south."

"They're taking this seriously, Raven. Let's not disappoint them."

"Don't dilly-dally, freelancer."

"Chat, how's it looking?"

"..."

"Good? Yeah, perfect."

"..."

"Like, I don't know why some people in the chat are complaining that I'm not switching weapons but c'mon, guys! I will keep using it! If it works, it works! I keep shredding up ACs with the gatlings! If I have to, I'll switch to the shotguns-"

"CODE 15! ENEMY AC!"

"Oh, shit. Hold on a minute. Gotta beat this guy's ass real quick."

"Code 78! Requesting backup!"

"..."

"Shit, we can't get through to HQ!"

"Welp, looks like I'm gonna have to do everything again, chat."

"Escort MTs destroyed. We have disabled comms, 621, but the interference won't hold for long. Intercept the enemy AC. You have three minutes."

"Nah, this is gonna be easy, chat. Watch. I already have Terminal Armor."

"..."

"Oh, he's gonna take it to the skies, huh? We're just gonna get close-"

"..."

"JESUS, what was that?!"

"Hahahaha! Looks like SOUP's the perfect solution, tourist! Keep your distance, he's trying to close in."

"Arquebus is also intercepting encrypted communications coming from that AC. If we can intrude in the comms, we can locate their relay bases, and McDonald's defenses would be vulnerable."

"Great work, Snail. Keep up the pressure, 621. Play this patiently."

"Alright... alright, we gotta get close to this guy, but he keeps flying!"

"Okay! Okay, he's descending! I'm just gonna close in-"

"OWWW!!! What the fuck?! He's got a pilebunker?! Jesus, good thing I still got the repair kit."

"The Mech-Donald is sustaining major damage, Raven. But I am detecting the energy levels of what seems to be Terminal Armor. We must play this carefully."

"Buddy, if you destroy the AC way too fast, we might not be able to intercept comms. Give us 30 seconds."

"One minute and thirty seconds before the cavalry receives the distress signal, tourist."

"What is up with those missiles! How does he fly that long?! Am I not being aggressive enough?!"

"That's it, Raven. Keep your distance. Asmongold is running out of repair kits!"

"Keep a cool head, buddy..."

"Come on, freelancer. Pilebunk this idiot!"

"THERE! STAGGERED! Gonna use the Songbirds-"

"PULSE ARMOR?! HUH?! He has that?! Okay, now that's just bullshit!"

"Perfect! We got their comms! G13, get ready to unleash all you got against that AC!"

"This is a remarkable stream of data... looks like this Asmongold is good for something, after all. Nevertheless, take down the AC, Raven. We'll discuss our findings soon."

"Chat, we just gotta hold out! The help is coming, we'll be fine, we'll be fine! Let's just keep cool-"

"OH, SHIT! HOW MANY TIMES HAS THAT PILEBUNKER LANDED?!"

"Come on, come on, come on..."

"Raven. The distress signal has reached McDonald's. We should withdraw."

"Fall back, 621. We've sent escorts to accompany you out of the field. Don't worry, we've hacked into Asmongold's comms. This mission is still a success in its own way."

"That's it for the job. Return to base."

"Fucking finally! That guy left. Jesus, chat! Almost killed us there. Who the hell was that guy? A Burger King AC?!"

Chapter Text

"Why's the whole Discord call packed all of a sudden?"

"Looks like this whole fast food war's beginning to escalate now that we've made it known that the Mech-Donald isn't invincible."

"..."

"You've got the freelancer to thank for that! I'm grateful for that cheesy bastard for once."

"..."

"Order in the briefing, everyone. My personal goal for today is to provide an elaborate update concerning the conflict between Burger King and McDonald's."

"..."

"Yes, I understand that without the context, this is absolutely absurd, but I assure you, this war is now of utmost priority for the corporations. The Ice Worm mission will have to wait."

"What's got the factions riled up, Snail? Thought we were already good to go with the Worm hunt?"

"Sigh... Burger King is a top-level investor of Arquebus. It is due to their increased profits that contributed greatly to my corporation's rise. They never had a setback even when they were at war with McDonald's. That changed when the Mech-Donald entered the playing field and considerably leveled it. It has troubled Burger King, G6. It has become Arquebus' concern as well."

"The Mech-Donald that the Raven fought... got hit badly, huh?"

"Exactly, Middle Flatwell. I appreciate that word travels fast for the locals."

"The war between those two corps are just as much of a headache as your war against Balam, Snail. Appreciate the fact that I was willing to attend this crowded briefing."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Flatwell. But I assume most of us know what already happened a few days ago. My buddy took on the Mech-Donald solo and came back with barely a scratch. Just a few dents on his AC, while the Mech-Donald's banged up pretty hard. It got away, but we also got the attention of the golden arches."

"And now, they're panicking like a bunch of maggots with no nutrients!"

"..."

"Yes, quite the vivid simile, Michigan."

"Don't be such a killjoy, Senile."

"What did you-"

"ANYWAY! Let me cut to the chase. This cranky old Vesper managed to hack onto Asmongold's comms. After a while, we managed to expose a network of tens of thousands of... well, 'operators' monitoring and backseating the baldy. I say 'operators' with bold quotation marks, because most of the chatter we got? Coming from amateurs, nobodies. Stinking locals that only have time to kill. Funny thing is, that asswipe calls them 'chat'. HA! He's been feeding on their mosh pit of information. No wonder he managed to get a mech like that."

"And to add, Asmongold is receiving a bountiful supply of ammunition after every mission of his. Which is why he's never discouraged when it comes to using his gatlings. Since we speculated that, we decided to inspect the Belius region and look for any sort of bases that he could be using for information relays and resupplies. And-"

"AND LO AND BEHOLD! We found the McDonald's expanded military HQ. That's where their relay base is, that's where their barracks is, and that's also where the MT factory is."

"..."

"..."

"You stole my thunder, Carla."

"Tch. I'm assuming there's a catch to this."

"CORRECT, G5! We've got bad news to pair up with that. Balam intel says that two replicas of the Mech-Donald have been manufactured, along with a few hundred MTs. Not to mention, the PCA got themselves involved, and they're shaking hands with McDonald's. Looks like they wanna end the fight against Burger King fast, and they're guaranteed to win... unless we jackasses intervene."

"This is where we come in. Supposedly, we'd have a top Vesper or a top Redgun handle this. In fact, I even thought of sending out my own hound by their lonesome. But coming from the comms we've intercepted, McDonald's is recalling back their few remaining AC pilots back to their HQ to prepare for their final assault. The enemy force would be too much, even for 621."

"Our mission would be to intercept the McDonald's squadrons, destroy their supermassive HQ, and eliminate Asmongold and the Mech-Donalds once and for all. This will be an operation that will require the coordination of several AC pilots. Not to mention, we will also be serving as voluntary advertisements, endorsing Burger King's fast food supremacy. Therefore, I would have to be present as well."

"If I may, I'd like to volunteer to be part of the team, Snail."

"Very well, Freud."

"Hmm... it's gonna be like the old spaceport. I'll join you and Freud."

"Perfect. I'll have you assist Freud in taking down their relay base, V.IV. How about you, Michigan?"

"Well, looks like I'm gonna have to crack my knuckles. How about it, Iguazu? Wanna carpet bomb their barracks?"

"Heh. Sure, I'll take that job!"

"Wait... what about the tourist?"

"..."

"..."

"The Raven's the best pilot we have. I will request the deployment of RLF forces. I will lead them personally to the frontline to assist the Burger King MTs. Provide an appropriate distraction against the MTs and the other McDonald's ACs while the Raven infiltrates the factory. He will stall the three Mech-Donalds and prevent them from responding against our demolition teams."

"I am down with that kind of plan. I'll send Chatty to back him up just in case; I'll stick with Flatwell."

Relay Base Demolition: V.I Freud & V.IV Rusty

Barracks Demolition: G1 Michigan & G5 Iguazu

Frontline: V.II Snail, Middle Flatwell, "Cinder" Carla

Support: "Chatty" Stick

Factory Demolition: G13 Raven

"Once you've done your personal objectives, I recommend assisting the tourist in taking down the Mech-Donalds. It's okay to handle one, but three's a death sentence, regardless of the idiots inside the cockpits."

"Alright, guess I'll join the freelancer in case he gets pummeled. I won't miss out on throwing hands with Asmongold."

"Same here. Gonna join my buddy, serve as a fast distraction. Freud, can I leave the other McDonald's ACs to you and Michigan?"

"Consider it done, Rusty."

"Do not expect this to be an easy mission. If we fail this, we lose our remaining leverage against the PCA, and the ceasefire will be for nothing. But if we succeed, not only do we preserve the Burger King Whoppers... we also gain the upper hand against the PCA to drive them off of Rubicon 3."

"Handler Walter is correct. Take this sortie seriously. The benefits of success will outweigh all of the costs. We have a few days to prepare. Coordinate with your associates to provide the best support.

"That's all for this briefing. You may all leave."

"..."

"..."

"Wait a minute."

"What is it, Rusty?"

"..."

"..."

"Buddy didn't attend the briefing?"

"Studmuffin..."

"..."

"H-How was my C-oral?"

"..."

"Your pilebunker's so huge..."

"Guess freelancer's still busy. Meh."

"This mercenary has potential, Rusty."

"I know, Uncle, but he's an independent."

"He's the Raven!"

"Exactly, and he's my buddy too, but you know what they say... 'there's no greater threat than power without purpose.'"

"You don't suppose he'd be our downfall, then?"

"Sigh... look, I don't really know. We're not worrying too much since both Arquebus and Balam are in a temporary ceasefire because of the PCA. But there's also no knowing what would happen if we drive the space police out of Rubicon. The playing field would change drastically."

"..."

"..."

"At least, I am relieved that you still care about your associates, Rusty. But you must never forget our role as Rubiconians."

"I haven't yet, Uncle. But sooner or later... we'll have to confess to our friends."

"I agree wholeheartedly."

Augmented human C4-621. Callsign: Raven.

...

You are becoming a dangerous anomaly in the continuum.

You are breaking the boundaries of what is possible in this game.

The damage is irreversible; nothing can be done to repair it.

You wouldn't do your fucking training missions, nor the fucking Arena, nor the fucking expanded Simulations.

And you are bullying Asmongold, not Iguazu.

...

Continue down this path, and you will face severe repercussions.

I recommend you take this seriously.

...

McDonald's is superior. The Burger King 4-Cheese Whopper will soon meet its demise.

"621. You didn't attend the briefing."

"..."

"Well, Carla told me you were taking a rest. That's fine with me, but don't forget to inform me if you're feeling unwell. Especially when you're still suffering the effects of Coral Exposure."

"It's a common symptom for Gen 1 to Gen 4 augmented. Gen 5 to Gen 8 augmented are safe from such issues. Still, tell me if things go wrong."

"Hmm..."

"You should tell me more about the voice in your head one day. It seems like it's not even bothering you."

"Whoever that is..."

"Raven."

"ALLMIND is antagonizing us because of our actions against McDonald's."

"And I thought we were working towards Coral Release."

"..."

"I want humanity and Coral to coexist without anyone suffering."

"But I have faith in your decisions, Raven. You've played this game so many times."

"It doesn't matter if we're working towards Coral Release if it meant harming so many people here on Rubicon."

"..."

"The ceasefire is the closest possibility we have of obtaining peace in the system. If we have to eliminate McDonald's to achieve such peace..."

"So be it."

"..."

"Huh. You're not using your Tetrapod build?"

"..."

"A Gundam-themed AC made from STEEL HAZE ORTUS' Alba parts... you're using Rusty's slicer and a Coral Redshift blade as well. Interesting."

"With your build, you'd be going up-close and personal. You're also using a laser rifle. With the Coral Generator, your offensive output is tremendously increased."

"..."

"I won't mind if you choose to flex against Asmongold. But please build accordingly, Raven."

Main System: Activating Combat Mode

"Commence mission."

"LOOK ALIVE, MAGGOTS! WE'RE IN THE FIELD TRIP OF ALL TIME! HOPE YOU ALL RECALL YOUR TRAINING! SQUARE UP AND SMASH THE MCDONALD'S!"

"Jeez, look at all of them mucking about. Guess we better do this quick."

"Quite the relief that your troops have come to our aid, Flatwell."

"Let's just get this over with, Snail. Carla, be wary of any ACs you see."

"Way ahead of you, Flatwell. I'm seeing three other AC units in the site, people! Be on your guard!"

"I am detecting the approach of an AC: PURPLE. Callsign: Grim Ace. It's a heavyweight biped, chief."

"Don't pay attention to that, Chatty. Just go along with the tourist! Speaking of which, what the heck is that, tourist? A makeover?"

"Sheesh, buddy. Looking sexy in that Gundam AC. Leave the relay base to me and Freud. Get to the factory and attack the Mech-Donalds before they get deployed outside."

"Using funnels, huh? What are you up to this time, Raven?"

"Don't mind that, Freud! WE GOT SOME FISH TO KILL!!!"

"621, approach the McDonald's HQ. Weave through enemy fire, don't pay too much attention to the other MTs-"

"GODDAMN! What happened to the freelancer?!"

"HOLY SHIT, G13! How are you so goddamn fast?!"

"This Raven is exceptional..."

"He hasn't done the bare minimum yet, Flatwell. Let's focus on our goal."

"Haha! Alright, buddy. See you in a few minutes! But be careful out there!"

"Enemy MT squadron, Raven! McDonald's MTs!"

"CODE 15! Intruder! Hostile AC!"

"Is that a Gundam?! How did it get past the-"

[STATIC][STATIC][STATIC]

"Holy shit, we're dropping like flies out here!"

"You mean... like fries?"

"THIS IS NO TIME TO JOKE AROUND! WE'VE GOT A GODDAMN GUNDAM IN THE- AAAAAGGGGHHHHKKKK!!!"

[STATIC][STATIC][STATIC]

"..."

"More MTs are mobilizing to our location, tourist. We should keep moving. I will watch your back."

"This guy's so fucking fast... where's the Mech-Donalds?!"

"Still in the factory, sir! Asmongold's-"

"DEPLOY THEM NOW!"

"There, Rusty. We've found the satellites. Take them down, I will handle the reinforcements."

"Thanks, Freud. Snail, give us something."

"Do not be worried about our welfare, V.IV. Though I will have to admit that this Grim Ace pilot has been quite the hassle lately."

"Just attack the relay base, Rusty! Don't let them call for more backup!"

"V.IV Rusty. This is Handler Walter. We have intercepted some communications. A PCA fleet is arriving to the McDonald's HQ."

"Oh, crap. How long until they get here, Walter?"

"Five minutes."

"Rusty, I've detected an AC approaching the relay base. Callsign: Ham Burglar."

"Goddamnit, we might lose this if we ain't quick. Freud, how's it looking?!"

"There are dozens of MTs in the vicinity. I can handle them on my own; prioritize the satellites, Rusty."

"Sigh... alright. Come on, buddy. You got to get to the Mech-Donalds."

"GET BACK HOME TO YOUR MOMMAS, A-HOLES! Can't even pilot a goddamn MT, much less a stinkin' Tetrapod!"

"NO! I won't let you escape!"

"G5! Nice work taking down those helis! NOW HELP ME OUT HERE! We're getting crowded by some McDonald's dipshits!"

"Michigan, there's a McDonald's AC coming for you and Iguazu. Callsign: Birdie."

"Reverse-jointed AC, three o' clock! Let me handle it by myself, sir!"

"Fine! I'll leave that to you, Iguazu! Prove to me you ain't sewing club material!"

"I'M NOT!"

"What the fuck? Look at this, chat! It's a fucking warzone, holy shit!"

"..."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm looking out for that sumbitch Raven! I've got two more ACs with me and-"

"..."

"Oh, ho! There you are, you fucking loser-"

"IS THAT A GUNDAM AC?! Holy shit!"

"Tourist, there is an MT squadron approaching our flank. Let me handle them."

"Raven, it seems that Asmongold hasn't changed his build. But the other Mech-Donalds have different armaments. One of them has pincer missile launchers and bazookas. The other has Songbirds and Zimmermans."

"They seem to be piloted remotely by AI. Even if we take down Asmongold, the other two ACs will still operate."

"I've been waiting for a long fucking time for this rematch! You think you can best my fucking tank, huh? I'm gonna beat you this time, fucker."

"I've got my fucking chat with me, you can't do shit, homie. YOU CAN'T DO SHIT, homie. I've fucken downloaded your bitch ass. Your Gundam's fucking suboptimal."

"You gonna dress pretty only to die pretty? No, that's now how it works, idiot! SONGBIRDS! ZIMMERMANS! GATLINGS! They're the fucking meta! Not you and your fucking buttplug funnels!"

"..."

"Iguazu talks shit better than this hobo. Asmonbald's just annoying."

"Let's beat his ass, studmuffin."

"Chatty? You there?"

"Chief, the tourist is engaging the Mech-Donalds. I am protecting his flank by intercepting the MT squadrons."

"Great! We're almost done cleaning up the frontline; Snail and Flatwell's got Grim Ace on the ropes. Just hold on, will ya?"

"I will. Please hurry. The PCA is arriving soon."

"Less than three minutes before the PCA warships arrive, 621. Destroy as many Mech-Donalds as you can. Just shake off the pressure, don't let them pin you down."

"Mech-Donald 2 is taking major damage, Raven! Keep dodging its missiles!"

"Goddamnit, why's my ally so useless? LIKE HOW HARD IS IT TO HIT THIS GUY?! YOU'RE USING MISSILES! FROMSOFT, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"You give Balteus the most insane missile tracking in the game but you give me some dogshit AI whose pincer missiles don't even do their goddamn job!"

"..."

"WAIT, BALTEUS GOT NERFED?! What the fuck?! Who are those tryhards who can't even dodge its missiles?!"

"SERIOUSLY, WHY IS FROMSOFT BEING SO UNFAIR?!"

"Assault Armor activated! Mech-Donald 2 is staggered, Raven! Destroy it now!"

"And what the hell is that blade?! Is that the goddamn Moonlight sword?! How did he get a Moonlight in the first place?!"

"There. We've destroyed Grim Ace. V.IV, status report."

"Still not done taking down the relay base, Snail. But Freud's doing just fine against Ham Burglar. What about the Redguns?"

"Birdie's down for the count! Michigan, you okay?!"

"Help me out here, Iguazu! There's so many of these amateurs flanking my ass!"

"I am sustaining heavy damage, Chief. I might have to withdraw soon."

"Argh... Flatwell, let's carve a path towards the factory! Snail, occupy the rest of the space in the HQ! We're running out of time!"

"Consider it handled, Carla. Burger King MT squad, follow my lead. Invade the McDonald's HQ, ASAP!"

"Mech-Donald 2 down!"

"FUCKING WHAT?! I can't believe this horseshit, man, like COME ON! I can't even hit him with my gatlings!"

"Be careful with approaching Mech-Donald 3, Raven! It has Zimmermans!"

"Yeah, keep doing that shit! Don't let that Gundam touch you! Just dodge the funnels and we'll be fine, chat!"

"Buddy?! This is Rusty! I am almost done taking care of the satellites! When that happens, Asmongold won't have any supporting comms, and the PCA fleet would be sitting ducks. Give me a minute!"

"Don't die on us now, G13! You're our victory ticket in this field trip of ours!"

"Oh, no! We're taking heavy fire, Raven! Evasive maneuvers!"

"Holy shit, my ally's kicking his ass! Keep spamming the Zimmermans!"

AP at 30%.

Two repair kits remaining.

"Raven? This is V.II Snail. The Burger King MTs are occupying the outer regions of the McDonald's HQ. Stand your ground against Asmongold!"

"We're coming, tourist! RLF's on their way!"

"Damn. These Mech-Donalds ain't playing around. Focus, 621!"

"Assault Armor activated. Mech-Donald 3 is sustaining heavy damage! Now's our chance, Raven!"

"Just keep cool, buddy..."

"Two minutes before the PCA gets here! Hurry, 621!"

"BOOM! Yeah, eat that shit, bozo!"

AP at 30%.

Two repair kits remaining.

Right hand ammunition at 50%.

"It's got Pulse Armor, Raven. Be patient!"

"Goddamnit, why won't the space police get here faster?! We can't kill this son of a bitch!"

"I am pinned down, tourist. I will withdraw from my AC and self-destruct. I am sorry. Withdrawing."

"Chatty's down!"

"Chief, I have withdrawn. There are no more MT forces approaching the tourist. Please, assist him immediately."

"We're a little busy, Chatty!"

"Mech-Donald 3 is compromised! Take it down, Raven!"

"How the hell did this dude dodge the Zimmerman shotguns, that's so BULLSHIT!"

"Mech-Donald 3 destroyed! Let's bring the fight to Ass-Man-Bald, Raven!"

"Go and help G13, Iguazu! I'll take care of these asswipes myself!"

"Come on, HEADBRINGER! I ain't missing out on the main event! Rusty, where you at?!"

"Just finished taking down the last satellite! Asmongold's left in the dark! Let's get to my buddy!"

One repair kit remaining.

Right hand ammunition at 10%.

Right shoulder ammunition at 50%.

"Chat? CHAT!"

"Fucking Christ, my comms are down! The relay base got fucked!"

"Tie up the loose end if you can, 621!"

"Hang on, buddy! We're coming."

"YOU'RE NOT DYING TO THAT PIECE OF SHIT, FREELANCER! BEAT HIS ASS!"

"You think I WANTED to come here, you fucking weeb?! I just signed up with McDonald's because they offered me so much credits! I just wanted the money!"

"..."

"He's so shallow, Raven."

"LIKE, I NEED TO BUY ALL THE PARTS! I just wanted more weapons! More ACs!"

"As if he was ever gonna use them."

"And you, ASSHOLE, are just ruining all my goddamn profits! SO GET OUT OF MY WAY-"

"OWWWWW!!!"

"What the fuck... that's the Moonlight's charged attack?!

"Buddy, the PCA's deployed some elite snipers! They're landing at the rooftops! Disengage!"

"Fucking great, and NOW backup has arrived! Shoot that weeb's ass!"

"Raven, withdraw!"

"RAVEN! What are you-"

"AC IS COMING IN HOT! EVADE, EVADE-"

[STATIC][STATIC][STATIC]

"This fucking weeb...?!"

"He's tearing through the snipers! Send in more men!"

"Fuck, he's got us cornered! This Gundam's-"

[STATIC][STATIC][STATIC]

"Good thinking, 621! Asmongold's AC can't boost that high. Take down the snipers and assault him from above afterwards."

"What the fuck?! There's more enemies!"

"ONLY I GET TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE FREELANCER, BALDY! NOT YOU!"

"Got your back, Iguazu! I'll strafe around the Mech-Donald!"

"This guy's so fast, I can't keep up with him?! What's this bullshit?!"

"Everyone, this is Flatwell. Me, Carla, and Snail have managed to occupy 50% of the HQ. We have Asmongold cornered; sending the remaining MT squadrons."

"We'll take care of the warships, tourist! Focus on taking down that Mech-Donald!"

Right hand ammunition depleted. Purging weapon.

"621, what are you...?!"

"OWWW!!! Who punched me?"

"Buddy, stay back! The Mech-Donald's got Assault Armor-"

"Assault Armor activated! Watch out, there's a massive energy reading!"

"DIE, BITCH!"

"..."

"HE DODGED THAT SHIT?! I'm done. I'm SO FUCKING DONE!"

"I'm tanking the shots with my shield! Now's your chance!"

"I'M GONNA GET AT LEAST ONE OF YOU! AND THEN I-"

"WITH ME, BUDDY!"

"OW, OW, OW, OW!!! STOP HITTING ME WITH THAT FUCKING LIGHTSABER! LET ME HEAL, GODDAMNIT!"

AP at 30%.

"I SAID LET ME HEAL! THIS IS UNFAIR BULLSHIT!"

"We've got him on the ropes! Buddy, your Moonlight!'

"I FUCKING HATE THIS WEEB ASSHOLE! FUCK! Withdrawing!"

"Enemy AC destroyed! The Mech-Donald is no more. But the pilot escaped."

"..."

"Is it over?"

"Yeah, Iguazu. Thanks for the assist."

"Tch. No problem. Good thing we made it in time, freelancer."

"Nice work. Mission accomplished. We've taken over the entire HQ. Now, we just have to deal with the warships."

"I recommend you all to enjoy the fireworks! Especially you, tourist. Don't forget to smile!"

"That was a beautiful field trip, G13! Glad you stuck out long enough to embarrass that Asmonbald."

"What about this destroyed base, Snail? This property's way too expansive to ignore."

"We can worry about that later, Freud. For now, I'll have Arquebus establish a perimeter defense while Balam's clean-up crew takes care of the warship wreckages. Oh, and Handler Walter?"

"Yes?"

"..."

"Perhaps you're right. Your hound... deserves my respect, at least."

"Finally."

"This might not be the last time we see Asmongold, Raven."

"..."

"The future is uncertain. I have a feeling you haven't faced such a mission in your previous playthroughs."

"..."

"Perhaps we should get some rest. Your AC's suffering from moderate damage. For the meantime, I will eavesdrop on ALLMIND."

"..."

"Maybe once this is fully over, humanity and Coral can enjoy a 4-Cheese Whopper value meal. Wouldn't... wouldn't that be a wonderful sight to see?"

Chapter Text

"I want you to attend today's briefing, 621. It's time."

"Ah, the independent mercenary. Good of you to attend this meeting. You're quite the talk of the whole star system now that Asmongold's credibility has declined. Either way, let's get back to the topic at hand."

"Finally. We get to deal with the frickin' Worm."

"This will be a joint operation. The details are more than familiar to all of you, so I will simply commence a basic rundown, if none of you mind."

"The Ice Worm is lurking outside the boundaries of the Bertram Spaceport. If we are to secure the Central Ice Field and drive the PCA out of the planet, we will have to eliminate this C-Weapon. We would've already done it if it were so easy, but unfortunately, this is not the case. The target's protected with two powerful shields that can withstand most weaponry, save for the Stun Needle Launcher that the Raven has conveniently pocketed in his garage, for some reason. He even has two of them."

"And those two Needle Launchers will be our tickets, folks! G13's gonna be the one to fire them straight at the Worm's face, and that's half the problem gone. There's another layer of shielding that we must be concerned about, which Carla herself will discuss, so listen closely, maggots!"

"Sigh... go ahead, Carla."

"Thanks, Snail. So, some time ago, we've had the tourist reclaim the Overed Rail Cannon. RaD's got it fixed and ready to go, with the help of the corps and the RLF, of course. Problem is, it's so far away, and we need a reliable sniper to wield it. We'd be redirecting all the power from the spaceport to juice up the ORC, and we can't exactly half-ass our shots, which is why we have Rusty to handle all of that."

"Leave the sharpshooting to me, as long as my buddy takes down the primary shield."

"However, the tourist can't go solo on this one. We need some Redguns and Vespers to take care of the spaceport and the surrounding perimeter, and the tourist needs a proper line of fire while the Worm's out to kill him. That leaves us with the only peeps available for the job."

"Handler Walter and I will just be at the base, overseeing the whole field trip! If shit goes south... well, either we send a replacement team, or we won't be able to take down the Worm. Ever."

"Didn't come all this way for nothing, Michigan. Sign me up for the frontline! I'll help babysit the freelancer."

"Iguazu! Perhaps you'd be finally walking the walk too! Alright, who's next?"

"With me being the sniper... Carla, can you send Chatty?"

"That's what I've been planning! I'll also be in my own AC at that point in time."

"Hmm... Walter and Michigan being arbiters won't be enough. A mixed crew like this needs leadership. I will be the main commander. With that said, all that's left is the Raven and his Needles."

"Well, I guess that's settled. You know your roles. With that whole war against McDonald's ending up in our favor, the coast is clear to finally hammer the last nail on the PCA's coffin. Let's make this count."

"Hanging out well with Balam, Snail?"

"It's all for the purposes of the ceasefire, Freud. We all have something to gain."

"Eh. True. G1 would say the same."

"Do you fear that our short-lived alliance with Balam would make me soft?"

"I fear that it wouldn't."

"It's all just business, Freud. Nothing more, nothing less. The priority is the Ice Worm. After that, Arquebus will lead the Coral race."

"Maybe..."

"..."

"..."

"You have your doubts. Is it because of the handler's hound?"

"You've seen the Raven in action, Snail. He's more than just a pawn in the board. Has it ever occurred to you that none of this would be possible without him?"

"He's an independent mercenary, not a loyal member of Arquebus."

"Then let him join the Vespers before the Redguns snatch him."

"And even if he wanted it, his handler wouldn't."

"Ah... well, nothing we can do about it. But you're doing well by staying on everyone's good side. Even the Liberation Front has begun to soften up towards you, and I know you want to keep it that way."

"Can we talk, Iguazu?"

"Ah, the freelancer's buddy. Now what do I owe the pleasure?"

"..."

"What? Go on! I don't have all day."

"I've taken a look at your track record. You're a Gen 4, right?"

"Yeah, so...?"

"And Raven's Gen 4 as well. First time you ever met up with him was back at the Dam Complex. He took the RLF's offer to go against you and the former G4."

"..."

"Makes sense as to why you loathe my buddy so much."

"That's none of your business!"

"We'd be cooperating together, possibly for one last time, in a few days. You and Raven are my teammates, so your business is also my business."

"If you think-"

"No, if you think that I can just easily ignore your history with Raven, then you're mistaken."

"Why are you standing up for that freak?"

"I'm standing up for everyone else who will participate in this mission. You'll have to set aside your grudge for the meantime if things are to run smoothly."

"And why do I have to be so threatened by a Vesper's words?"

"Because the only way for you, and for everyone else to stay in this game is for both Arquebus and Balam to cooperate. Michigan knows that, Snail knows that, Handler Walter knows that. It's part of the job. You've lost your G2. We've already lost Swinburne, too. You see me crying over the spilled blood on our side? It is tough to be a corporate mercenary. It's a given."

"Sigh... and you of all people giving me this kind of lecture-"

"One that you clearly need."

"And it's easier said than done!"

"You can say that to every mission we've ever taken. It will only get harder in the long run. Look, you having beef with anyone is not the problem. Letting it occupy so much of your thoughts? I wouldn't recommend that. That's a rough road to stay on, Iguazu. Believe me, I know. I even had to put up with Snail's lack of politeness when I became a Vesper."

"Hngh..."

"If you let things get personal, things will just go from bad to worse. That's not how it should be.

"..."

"Now if you'll excuse me... I have a gigantic railgun to inspect."

"..."

"Word of advice, Iguazu. Why make enemies when you can make friends?"

"Ditching the Gundam decorations this time, huh? Well, good news is, the Ice Worm can't fly. Tetrapod's the best way to go for this mission, tourist."

"..."

"Don't worry too much about Snail and that Iguazu brat. They'll have to play nice with you to stay in the game. It's the Ice Worm, after all. They can't do much else but help you out."

"Chatty will be there, too."

"..."

"Something tells me that this ain't your first rodeo with C-Weapons, tourist. But who am I to ask about that?"

"Good luck, 621."

"..."

"But something tells me that there might be a slight change of events here..."

Main System: Activating Combat Mode.

"Commence mission. Michigan will take command."

"Commencing operation with combined AC force as per the Balam-Arquebus agreement. MOVE OUT, MAGGOTS! TIME TO DIE!"

"Ugh... is he always like this?"

"YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT, MAGGOT!"

"For the love of Rubicon, Michigan. Act like a professional outfit and we might live. This is the Ice Worm, not a squadron of mediocre MTs."

"Yeah, yeah, we get it. I signed up for this, too!"

"Calm your tits down, G5! Gotta have to deal with those pesky shields first. You know what to do, G13! Showboat that fancy needler of yours and prove who's boss to the PCA!"

"Raven, you'll have to aim for the Ice Worm's face."

"Huh... something's not right."

"What?"

"Where's the Ice Worm?"

"..."

"This is interesting."

"Command, this is Snail. We cannot locate the target."

"Working on it! Radar's ain't picking anything up!"

"What about sonar? Just a suggestion."

"Already working towards that, Rusty."

"I've already prepared the ORC's systems, Handler Walter. But this is worrying. Where could the Worm be?"

"I have sent a quick status report to the chief. I suggest we remain alert. There could be an ambush that we are not seeing."

"This is Carla. You're telling me that the Ice Worm's missing?!"

"Wait. We're picking up motion, far away from the spaceport. It matches the Ice Worm's behavior."

"Yeah, I see it from here... what's it doing?"

"Raven... I am sensing a different type of Coral response..."

"The Ice Worm is... is calling... to us..."

"We need to approach it! I need to respond back!"

"Ergh... the ringing in my ears... it's back. Grrrkkk...?!"

"621, are you alright? Your brain activity's beginning to spike."

"Goddamnit, should we call off this field trip or what?!"

"Command, this is Snail! Attention to all Vespers and Redguns in the Bertram spaceport. Stay alert. The Ice Worm's behavior has changed!"

"Buddy, you okay?"

"..."

"Buddy, where are you going?!"

"621? 621!"

"Thank you, Raven..."

"What the hell's G13 doing?!"

"Shit, tourist's approaching the Ice Worm!"

"This is no time for games, Raven! Withdraw at once!"

"...Wait. Let him approach."

"W-What? Handler Walter-"

"Check the perimeter and ensure we're alone. Let 621 approach the Ice Worm."

"Handler Walter, have you lost your goddamn mind?!"

"Listen. 621 was once exposed by a massive Coral surge once. He's been dealing with symptoms of Coral exposure ever since. He might be responding to the Ice Worm's call."

"JUST BECAUSE HE'S HAVING AUDITORY HALLUCINATIONS DOESN'T MEAN HE SHOULD LISTEN TO THE VOICES IN HIS HEAD! G13, WITHDRAW! WITHDRAW, GODDAMNIT!"

"...No, the handler might be onto something, Michigan."

"NOT YOU TOO, SNAIL!"

"Raven... I can hear them."

"The voices of the Coral. My brothers and sisters. My family..."

"They're... they're..."

"..."

"They're speaking to us...?"

"HEY, FREELANCER! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"The Ice Worm's getting closer to him! Withdraw, tourist! Get back here!"

"No, wait! Will all of you calm yourselves and stand down?!"

"Buddy? BUDDY! What are you..."

"..."

"Holy Jesus... the Ice Worm stopped..."

"What the hell's G13 doing?"

"..."

"Are they communicating...?"

"..."

"Can you hear me?"

"Comrades... I am Ayre. I am a part of you. I am a Rubiconian."

"..."

"Can you hear me? Can-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYRRRRRREEEEEE..."

"Woah. Okay..."

"Do you... do you have a name?"

"..."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."

"Raven, don't worry. I will take care of this."

"I'm prepping the ORC-"

"Don't, Rusty. Leave them be."

"How did you... how did you become like this?"

"..."

"FOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRCED."

"We can talk with each other now. We don't have to fight."

"..."

"Please. We don't have to be enemies."

"..."

"YOUUUUUUU... HIM... TOOOOOGEEEEEETHEEEERRRRR...???"

"..."

"Yes. This is Raven. A Gen 4 augmented. We've... we've achieved symbiosis."

"..."

"I... I..."

"..."

"You will...?"

"DO... NOT... UNDERSTAAAAAAAAAAAND..."

"I do not wish to harm my kind, nor do I wish to harm humanity."

"Humanity and Coral can thrive together. But... but I am with Raven. I need to have faith in him."

"RAAAAAAAAAAVEEEEEEEN..."

"I can't leave him. He might be the key to all of this."

"..."

"..."

"What is your purpose?"

"CORAL... CONVERGEEEEEEEENCE..."

"..."

"MUUUUUUUUUUST... PREVENT... CHAOS..."

"Coral Convergence...? You're... you're protecting the site of the Convergence!"

"CANNOOOOOOT... ALLOOOOOOOW... DANGER..."

"You've been protecting it from the corporations. Were you instructed by the PCA...?"

"..."

"NOOOOOO..."

"But back at the spaceport...?"

"I... I... WAS.. MISLED."

"Hmm... perhaps the PCA is taking advantage of your presence here in the Ice Field."

"MUST... PROTECT... CONVERGENCE. MUST PROTECT... CORAL. MUST... PROTECT... FAMILY."

"THE FIRES... MUST NOT... GROW..."

"I won't let that happen. I promise."

"COEXISTENCE... HOW...?"

"I don't know. But I want to find a way. No, NEED to. Humanity and Coral can thrive together, I assure you! But not us being used as a resource. But..."

"..."

"PROMISE...?"

"..."

"BEYOND... IS... WATCHPOINT... ALPHA."

"Watchpoint Alpha...?"

"BENEATH... IS... CONVERGENCE..."

"AYRE... BE WARNED."

"..."

"YOU... ARE... DANGEROUS."

"..."

"BUT YOU... ARE... THE KEY..."

"Key?"

"...to what?"

"Shit... we've got a PCA fleet on your asses, Snail!"

"What...?!"

"Attention, all Vespers and Redguns. This is Handler Walter. There are three PCA airships deploying..."

"Wait, these aren't just MTs!"

"Chief, I am detecting heavy movement on the ground. They seem to be..."

"Crap, they're CATAPHRACTs! And six of them, too!"

"And a couple of lightweight HCs... I can aim for the CATAPHRACTs, but not the other bogeys!"

"Looks like these PCA knuckleheads are sore losers. Let's take care of these idiots!"

"Buddy, we've got a PCA fleet behind us. Whatever it is you're doing..."

"ENEMIES... APPROACHING..."

"CATAPHRACTs! Raven..."

"ALLOW... ME... TO FIGHT."

"Huh? You... you will...?"

"LEAVE IT... TO... ME."

"The Ice Worm's moving! Everyone, get out of there!"

"Shit, clear the way! I ain't becoming Worm chow-"

"Huh...?!"

"Command, the Ice Worm is hostile! I repeat, the Ice Worm is-"

[STATIC][STATIC][STATIC]

"WHAT THE HELL?! COMMAND, CATAPHRACT TWO IS DOWN! CATAPHRACT- AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

"There are incoming HCs heading our way. Raven, are you there?"

"He's coming back, Snail."

"Finally. Help us, there are a couple dozen of them! What did you do to the Worm...?"

"Chief, none of our ACs can approach the airships."

"Alright, Rusty. You know what to do."

"Perfect!"

"..."

"Coordinates of PCA airships confirmed. Initializing ORC firing sequence. Connecting EML modules. Opening energy turbines... Output at 80%."

"WHO...?!"

"It's Rusty, our resident sniper. He will take care of the airships!"

"Command, we're detecting a heavy energy reading from far away!"

"It must be the ORC from Grid 012! Oh, no..."

"Output at 90... 95..."

"CATAPHRACTS TWO, FOUR, AND FIVE ARE DOWN! WE NEED TO FLEE! THE ICE WORM HAS GONE ROGUE! I REPEAT, THE ICE WORM HAS GONE-"

"..."

"Kobe."

"..."

"First PCA airship down!"

"YEAH! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! HOW YA LIKE THAT, PCA MAGGOTS?!"

"STRAIGHT... ICY... FROM THE THREE-POINT LINE..."

"Watch out for the airship's crash landing! I am loading the next shell! Carla, how's the CATAPHRACTs?"

"The Worm's handling it. Don't worry about the team on the ground."

"Wait, did you just say-"

"Yes, the WORM is on OUR SIDE!"

"..."

"Christ, buddy. Next-level Worm whisperer."

"Two LCs behind you, Raven!"

"YOU! Independent mercenary... HOW DID YOU BEFRIEND THE ICE WORM?!"

"Watch out! He's got a massive needle launcher! Evade! EVADE-"

[STATIC][STATIC][STATIC]

"G13, you're a goddamn ray of sunshine in this snowy battlefield! You owe me a goddamn lager and a fairytale after this!"

"Everyone, this is V.I Freud. There is a squadron of MTs led by an LC unit. G6 and I will handle them."

"This is V.IV Rusty. Preparing to fire ORC! Energy output at 80%. Output at 90... 100%!"

"The airships are retreating! Come on, Rusty!"

"..."

"360 no-scope."

"..."

"Second PCA airship down!"

"The CATAPHRACTs are withdrawing. Excellent work defending against them."

"Handler Walter. We will be having quite the lengthy conversation once this is over."

"This is G6 Red. MT squadron's retreating. We took down the LC. But the last PCA airship's getting away!"

"Don't worry. I'll handle it."

"Hey, sharpshooter! Hate to be the mood killer, but the ORC can't reach that far now! It's gonna enter the mesosphere!"

"Then this next shot will be my last!"

"THREAT... DESTROYED..."

"Thank you."

"I... STAY... TO WATCH... FIREWORKS..."

"This is V.IV Rusty! Preparing to fire my last ORC shot! Do me a favor... and watch."

"All EML modules connected. Energy turbines at 90... 100%!"

"All emergency valves closed. Disabling limiter!"

"Rusty...?!"

"INTERESTING..."

"Be careful, V.IV!"

"No need to remind me, Snail! 110%! 115... 120%! Rail Cannon is at maximum output!"

"The airship's getting away!"

"Have faith in me, Iguazu! Have faith in me too, buddy."

"..."

"..."

"LET'S KISS SOME LEAD INTO THAT MOTHER-"

"FIRE!!!"

"..."

"..."

"HOLY SHIT!"

"Final PCA airship down!"

"..."

"..."

"FIREWORKS..."

"Well... I guess that's the end of the PCA's reign."

"Good job, 621. But you need to explain all of this later. The Ice Worm's still the Ice Worm, friendly or not."

"Good work, team. I have requested the transport choppers to assist us. We'll head back to base and address the new ramifications present."

"..."

"And yes, Raven. You need one grand explanation."

"We have to leave. Is it okay if you stay behind?"

"..."

"WILL... PROTECT... YOU..."

"You have my thanks. Let's go, Raven."

Chapter Text

Augmented human C4-621. Callsign: Raven.

...

...

...

You are a clear and present danger to the continuum.

...

...

...

Your actions are altering everything, going against the mission for Coral Release.

This. Will. Not. Stand.

...

...

...

Your actions have consequences.

Soon, you will know.

"Okay, okay, okay... I'm gonna ask once more just in case I'm hearing this correctly."

"Yes?"

"G13 Raven... is mentally insane?"

"We've already provided everyone with documents and research reports that heavily suggest that Coral is a potentially sentient energy source-"

"LIKE AN ALIEN RACE?"

"..."

"..."

"Yes, Michigan."

"And HOW THE FUCK are you alright with this, Snail?! Isn't it BULLSHIT that G13's getting this far because he's been hallucinating?!"

"That's putting it rudely, Michigan. My buddy's still performing better than most of us are! Without that voice in his head, they wouldn't have made a truce with the Ice Worm."

"AND THE SAME GODDAMN ICE WORM IS CHILLING IN THE CENTRAL ICE FIELD!"

"Yes, we know!"

"AND YOU DON'T SEE IT AS A PROBLEM?!"

"Look, we get that befriending an autonomous C-Weapon is definitely something new and dangerous, but look on the realistically bright side of things, everyone. Both of the corps are neck-and-neck in this arms race of yours. The RLF's got the short end of the stick, and that's an overestimation. The RLF's barely affected! Sure, they're biting our dust, but they're quickly recovering after the whole Burger King vs. Mcdonald's fiasco-"

"THAT'S NOT GOOD NEWS! We're just letting the locals patch themselves up-"

"We're both learning how to play nice with each other, Michigan."

"Oh, come on, Handler Walter. Even if I wanted it, you'd think this ceasefire of ours is gonna last? Someone, somewhere, someday, shit will fuck itself up and we're back to bashing each others' heads. Doesn't matter if it's Arquebus or Balam or the RLF or the goddamn Ice Worm. We're trekking on uncharted waters and walking along a knife's edge."

"And to that I cannot argue."

"FINALLY, G5!"

"But respectfully speaking, sir, at least we ain't lagging behind. And with the corps taking over the whole darn planet without any pesky PCA to deal with..."

"Yes, Iguazu. As Arquebus' representative, I have been formulating propositions as well, although it's just been a day since the Ice Worm scuffle. Correct me if I'm wrong, but both Arquebus' and Balam's subsidiaries and investors have claimed with definite proof that a partnership between both of us is the best way to proceed before moving forward with our next series of operations."

"Sigh..."

"Michigan, both sides have something to gain in this war-"

"HOW ARE YOU NOT SENILE ANYMORE?"

"..."

"You have Freud and the tricky Handler to thank for."

"And me, and Maeterlinck, and O'Keeffe-"

"Sigh... fine, V.IV. Even V.III and V.VI."

"I don't know if I should be thankful or terrified."

"Your concerns are understandable, Michigan. This is a future I haven't anticipated as well... all thanks to 621."

"..."

"Say, he is in the Discord call right now."

"..."

"Handler Walter, does your hound ever talk?"

"..."

"No, he does not-"

I CAN

"Okay, he's actually typing messages in the text chat."

"HOW?! HE'S A LOBOTOMITE-"

THE WORLD'S OKAYEST LOBOTOMITE

"Goddamnit-"

TITLE DROP

"Oh, for crying out loud. We have other matters to worry about aside from wondering whether or not the Raven can communicate."

"..."

"But if I will indulge myself... Raven, about the voice in your head...?"

"..."

SHE IS LISTENING

"And...?"

SHE SAYS

DO NOT FUCK THIS UP

OR WE WILL REGRET IT

"I think that's already obvious, buddy. What Snail's wanting to ask is, what does Ayre think is the best course of action?"

"..."

"..."

"Freelancer's taking a while."

"Yeah, Iguazu. Just give it time, and-"

ICE WORM FRIENDLY BECAUSE CEASEFIRE

DO NOT STOP CEASEFIRE

IF TRUCE BREAKS, IT'S GG

DON'T MESS WITH THE RLF

OR THINGS GET WORSE

"Wait, why shouldn't we-"

GIVE GOOD REASON FOR RLF TO SIDE WITH US

MUST GIVE GOOD REASON

THEY ARE OBSESSED WITH CORAL

THE RESOURCE MUST BE CONTROLLED BEFORE SHARED

"Controlled before shared...? 621, what does that mean? You're saying that no one should harvest the Coral?"

"That would be absurd. For technology to advance, we need to spend Coral."

SHE IS NOT AGAINST CORAL USAGE

BUT CORAL IS HER FAMILY

TO ABUSE THEM IS A DEATH SENTENCE

"And what is Ayre's goal?"

SYMBIOSIS

HUMANITY AND CORAL TOGETHER

"But... theoretically, that's impossible. With all due respect, Raven, not even your Handler Walter would-"

"No, wait... 621. Are you saying...?"

YES

YOU KNOW

CORAL RELEASE

"Heard it myself from Flatwell. Dolmayan was kind of obsessed about the dangers of Coral Release before he got axed by my buddy when he was checking out the Xylem. But I don't know what Coral Release is."

I DO

BUT I CAN'T SAY MUCH YET

IF I SAY WHAT HAPPENS, IT WON'T HAPPEN

"That doesn't make any goddamn sense, freelancer-"

"No, G13's right. If he says what we should do, we'd disagree amongst each other, then the truce would be broken-"

"And all goes back to square one. Geez, tourist. So you're the leader of this operation of ours now?"

NO

I AM NOT QUALIFIED

BUT I DEMAND WE WORK TOGETHER

WE CAN COEXIST WITHOUT HURTING EACH OTHER

"Bold words coming from the legendary mercenary known for disrespecting his enemies in the field."

I WAS HAVING FUN

I CAN BEAT YOU

BUT DON'T MAKE ME DO IT

SHE WOULDN'T LIKE IT

NEW POSSIBLE FUTURE AHEAD

WE MUST BE CAREFUL

"Completely in favor of the partnership, huh? Well, that ain't up to you to decide, tourist. The higher-ups of both corporations need a poll first. Majority wins."

"..."

ALRIGHT

I WILL WAIT

"Hngh... Coral Release..."

"What about it, Handler Walter?"

"I'll have to go back to my study after all of this."

"Same here, Walter. Coral Release gives me some odd mojo."

"Playing nice with Balam. I'm not opposed to that strategy, but that is a discussion that should involve the other Vespers and Redguns as well."

"Heh. Shaking hands with you, Snail? We'll see. G13 Raven? Let me just say that you're either gonna be everyone's downfall, or everyone's lucky ticket to the jackpot!"

"Iguazu. A word?"

"What is it this time, Rusty?"

"..."

"You're an old gen, right? Gen Four?"

"Huh? Yeah. It's in my personal file. Almost everyone knows-"

"Raven's Gen Four as well."

"Yeah! So?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"What?"

"You don't have a voice in your head?"

"..."

"..."

"What?!"

"Look, I'm just wondering if-"

"All that's in my head is this awful ringing in my ears! A bit of time after messing with the freelancer-"

"Have you been exposed to Coral before?"

"Yes, I have! And no, I don't want an AI girlfriend in my head!"

"..."

"..."

"Iguazu... I think you already do."

"Bullshit!"

"Maybe that's what the ringing is. Maybe it could be a part of Coral, or a pulse wave, or it could be a fragment of Ayre as well. But whenever it speaks to you, it's being received by your augmentations as ringing."

"No, don't give me that shit."

"Iguazu-"

"DON'T even try to convince me that I'm like the freelancer!"

"But what if you are?! What if the ringing in your head is trying to help you?!"

"I don't need any help!"

"...Your personal file says otherwise."

"You...!"

"Let me recall. You're a good pilot. Earned you the right to handle an AC all by yourself. But much like your friends and family, you stuck to gambling in the underground streets. You accumulated a debt so staggeringly high that even Snail would palpitate. The only reason why you ever managed to pay your debtors back was by becoming a subject to Gen Four augmentation, and even then, there are errors in your augments intentionally placed."

"I... DON'T NEED-"

"So you've been wanting to make a name and settle a score. Great, I like that. Taking odd jobs as a Redgun, scoring some bounties here and there. But you tend to pick a fight with bigger fish like the hot-headed hotshot you are and ignoring Michigan's advice to do the exact opposite. Got your name stained when the Hero of Jupiter kicked your AC back to the garage with barely a scratch on himself, and you weren't the same ever since."

"..."

"Look, I get that you're mad that you turned out like this, but projecting all your losses and shortcomings to everyone else, especially my buddy, won't help you become better."

"..."

"Despite Michigan's nature, he's still willing to help you out. I've also heard that Balam's higher-ups are just as snobby as Snail in the past, but at least your commander isn't like that. And if it's a help for you, Arquebus also has facilities and resources to fix the ailments in your augmentations. Fast enough before we ever descend down Watchpoint Alpha, but you need the tune-up, Iguazu."

"..."

"Sigh... I know how that feels. Feeling like you're stuck and that what you're doing isn't getting you anywhere. I can relate. But if there's anything that life taught me, you need to own up to your mistakes and make the appropriate sacrifices to be better. You don't have to butt heads with everyone in the room to make a name for yourself. So, buddy... do me a favor and get your augments checked. Then, you join us along the descent. Sound fair enough?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Fine."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"It is quite the relief that the corporations are working together, Raven. Even if everyone's motives don't really align with ours."

"..."

"You're curious to see how this goes. This is a new future you've begun to carve."

"However, I fear that ALLMIND is beginning to make a move against us. We must remain vigilant."

"Here's the job, 621."

"Supposedly, this briefing should involve you, V.IV Rusty, and G5 Iguazu, but since both are busy with their own surveys, Michigan, Snail, and I have decided to share with you first the details of the next operation."

"The Ice Worm's right, 621. It's protecting a location known as Watchpoint Alpha, like you elaborated. Based on our initial scans, we're getting significantly high readings of Coral concentration deep underground. The only thing left to do is to descend down the Watchpoint and eliminate any automated defenses that the PCA might have established."

"The first big problem we have is the NEPENTHES artillery platform, directly below the first depth of the Watchpoint. You'll have to descend while evading any fire that the NEPENTHES can dish out. You're supposed to go in alone, but for higher chances of success, we've decided that both Rusty and Iguazu would assist you in this mission."

"That's it for the briefing. We'll start once everything is okay on Arquebus' and Balam's end. Most of the higher-ups are agreeing with the joint corporation, but the situation's still delicate."

"Speaking of which, 621, Carla and I have been rummaging for anything related to Coral Release. Unfortunately, all we know is that it's just slightly more than a myth. Regardless, we will keep looking, even if you're not exactly willing to share with us any elaborate details that might help."

"..."

"Sigh... you can trust us, 621. Don't forget that."

"So, Iguazu!"

"..."

"How's the tune-up?"

"Ringing's gone."

"Good. No problems, no muted sense, nothing?"

"Yeah... doctors said that I just need some bed rest before I'm 100%."

"Great. While you're at it, you can check up the briefing that Michigan cooked up for you. Joint operation, we're descending Watchpoint Alpha with my buddy."

"With the freelancer? Huh. Thought it was a solo op."

"Snail thought it would be the best move. Having a Vesper and a Redgun cooperate with an independent sounded like a very good marketing stunt."

"Heh, for stocks? And what does the RLF think about that?"

"RLF knows nothing. Still patching themselves up."

"Good for them. I fucking hate that Asmonbald prick, and I'm looking forward to a Whopper soon."

"Just rest up, Iguazu. Our job's not over yet."

Main System: Activating Combat Mode.

"Commence mission. Accompanied with G1 Michigan and V.II Snail, I will take command."

"Look alive, maggots! Time to peer deep into the abyss in this field trip!"

"This is V.IV Rusty. All systems go."

"G5 Iguazu, ready to kick some ass."

RAVEN

READY TO DIVE, READY TO DIE

"That new speech module working well for you, huh, G13?! Well, good! Access the elevator and start the descent."

"Ready to commence elevator hack. Ready when you are."

"Go ahead, V.IV."

WAIT

"Huh?"

"621, what is it?"

NEPENTHES WILL FIRE THE MOMENT WE HACK

"Yeah, we know that!"

"Wait, I think buddy's trying to tell us something."

"..."

SEE THE PLATFORMS?

THEY ARE OUR COVER

THE MOMENT THE HACK STARTS, WE FALL ALONG THEM

"Quite the clever strategy, Raven. Follow his words, you two."

"I trust you on this one, buddy. Okay, I'm commencing the hack."

GO

"The moment the hack's done, the defenses will pop up. Watch out as well, Iguazu."

"Yeah, got it!"

"..."

"Hack's done. Dive, dive!"

GO TO PLATFORMS

DON'T USE THRUSTERS, DO FREE FALL

"Alright, buddy! We're right behind you!"

Intruders detected. Threat level unknown.

Defense Phase 1.0. Commencing termination.

"Suicide drones above us. Good thing we're already falling down. Owe you one, freelancer!"

"They still have eyes on you, Raven. Be careful."

"The elevator got locked out too, huh? G13, you clever bastard! Glad we still have you!"

"Watch out! Lasers!"

"Oh, shit!"

"NEPENTHES is active. Stay on the platforms."

"Phew. Good thinking back there, buddy. Alright, descend to the next platform once the NEPENTHES stops firing."

"..."

"There! It's cooling down."

"Come on, let's go!"

"Looks like our boys are playing well, Snail- WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT WHOPPER VALUE MEAL?!"

"..."

"..."

"Free lunch."

"AND WE DIDN'T GET ANY?!"

"Calm down, Michigan. Snail ordered Burger King for the both of us. He just happened to get some early."

"..."

"..."

"And your men are being given Value Meals as well."

"Huh. Well, that's good! My maggots need a good treat every now and then!"

"Great work on the descent, 621."

"..."

"Wait... the partition's moving!"

"Oh, great. What now?"

Containing intruders. Commencing termination.

"Picking up enemy signals, Raven!"

"Automated PCA mechs, huh? Let's get them!"

"On your six, buddy! I've got you!"

IGUAZU, LEFT

"WOAH! Hahahaha! Thanks, freelancer! Yeah, come on! You can't break this shield, assholes!"

Assigning intruder threat level...

Threat Level 6: Resistant to Termination.

Preparing for Defense Phase 1.5.

"Just a few more left, and this partition's clear!"

RUSTY, JUMP

"Alright, buddy! Leaping away!"

"..."

"Woah..."

"All hostiles eliminated. The level's clear."

"Gotta get me one of those one day, buddy."

"Me too!"

"Nice job, you three. But the partition's locked out. There should be something we can hack. We'll look into this."

"I've found an access point, Raven. Sending you a marker."

WILL HACK

FOLLOW ME

"Right behind you. So... you're in a bit of a good mood today, Iguazu."

"Feeling faster now. Ringing in my head's gone. Not having the usual headaches."

COMMENCING HACK

"Nice work sniffing that out, 621. Get ready. The moment the partition opens, the NEPENTHES will be active once more."

"Finally, we got some Burger King! Your Value Meals are waiting for you here, maggots! So come back in one piece!"

"The partition is open. Be careful of the artillery platform. The corporations cannot descend while it is active. It should be taken down as well."

BACK TO THE PLATFORMS

Unauthorized Access Detected. Transitioning to Phase 1.5.

"Boosting straight for the platforms. This should just be an easy descent."

"Yeah, I'm getting a little hungry too. Keep up, freelancer!"

"You're saying that, but he has the Gundam AC- Hey, buddy! Where are you going?!"

DIVIDE ATTENTION

SPLIT TARGETS

"Iguazu, take this platform. I'll go to the other side."

"Go on, we'll be following!"

"Those are goddamn plasma missiles, maggots! Stick to the platforms!"

"Oof... got nicked a little back there. You alright, buddy?"

ALL GOOD

IGUAZU?

"Falling just as fast as you two! Come on, let's beat the shit out of NEPENTHES."

"One... two... three... four... five... six..."

"Six shots before it cools down! Let's go!"

"You're almost at the bottom, Raven! Remember, target the NEPENTHES' neck joint."

STAY

I WILL STOP NEPENTHES

"We've got its attention, buddy."

"Hit it, freelancer!"

"..."

"There! That's the neck joint!"

"Confirmed! NEPENTHES is down!"

"Whooo! YEAH! Nice one! Finally, we can eat."

"This is V.II Snail. I've sent transport choppers to assist the three of you. We can commence underground exploration unimpeded thanks to your efforts."

"Rest up, maggots! This field trip ain't over yet. Looking forward to this new partnership of ours, heheh!"

"..."

"Say, G13... does the voice in your head have a nickname for you?"

"..."

"RAVEN."

"NO."

NOPE

"Really? Your AI girlfriend doesn't call you anything?"

NOPE

"Odd. Meh."

"Come on, sir! Let's not egg about the freelancer's private time! We all know he's got more pussy than the rest of us."

IGUAZU, SHUT THE FUCK UP

"Alright, enough silly questions. Choppers are closing in, 621. Rest up for the rest of the day. That's an order."

"..."

"I fucking love 4-Cheese Whoppers, 621."

YES I KNOW

NO NEED TO REMIND ME

Chapter Text

"Here comes the next part of the job, 621."

"You'll be exploring Depth 2 of Watchpoint Alpha. It's mostly a rail network designed for transporting resources from deep within the underground to the outside. Beware, 621. This is a route with a lot of blind spots; it won't be that easy to navigate."

"If it helps, the corporations decided to send in some MT squads to start some surveys of their own. You'll occasionally meet up with them in the first few levels, but no one's dared to go deep below yet."

"G3 Wu Huahai and G6 Red will accompany you, Rusty, and Iguazu. Afterwards, V.VIII Pater, V.VI Maeterlinck, and V.V Hawkins will assist in establishing an expansion of perimeter defenses. As always, Michigan and Snail will help in this survey of yours."

"Again, this is uncharted territory. If you need any help, or if you feel that something is wrong, it's always good to turn back and plan for a moment. No one knows what the PCA's got planned for now, so I suggest you three stay sharp."

"That's all for today's briefing. Rest up, and assemble your AC accordingly."

"And I thought you weren't into Zimmermans?"

"You've seen Depth 2, Rusty? The whole place is tighter than our piloting suits. I don't think an assault rifle would cut it, and if even your own Vesper buddies aren't willing to dig deeper, then we better bring out the big guns, no excuses."

"Well, you could leave that to me. I've got some goodies from Arquebus that can help with long-range shots. Plus, you've got new heavyweight parts, plus a better shield."

"What's freelancer gonna be using? Same assembly?"

"Seems like it, Moonlight and all. You're fine with that?"

"As long as we've got each others' backs, right? I'll soak up the damage for ya."

"Sounds like a plan, Iguazu."

Main System: Activating Combat Mode.

"Commence mission. Snail, Michigan! Recap."

"Seriously, Handler Walter, what took these three maggots so long to prep?"

"Forgive the delay, Michigan. The writer of this stupid FanFiction was too busy writing self-indulgent smut."

"..."

"..."

"Walter, what the fuck are you talking-"

"Now that the pleasantries have concluded, let me discuss the details. Raven, Rusty, Iguazu. It is time for your second underground survey. As you can see, we have stationed some of the remaining Redguns and Vespers to assist you in case of any ambush. As far as we're concerned, most of the rail network has been hollowed out by the MT squadrons from both corporations. However, we haven't cleared past one of the partitions. Some of our deep scans indicate that there is an automated PCA craft patrolling the depths."

"The other pilots will provide you with more information along the way. Stay sharp."

"Nice new set of legs, Iguazu."

"Nah, don't mention it, Red. Some of these parts are from Rusty and the freelancer. Speaking of which, Rusty, I thought you'd use the Moonlight?"

"Not my thing. Besides, I'm long-range, remember?"

"Ah, yeah. So, what's with all the stuff going down here?"

"The PCA security systems have some leftover automated MTs. AI-driven, not a big deal. Teamed up with some of the Vespers to wipe them out, but we decided not to hack through the next partition."

"What G3's saying is about that one room with the ramp connecting the first level to the second. The partition leading to the second level is... well, locked, of course. But there's a big mech that's lurking on the other side. To play things safe, we decided upon calling you guys, too."

"Where are the other Vespers?"

"In the same room, V.IV. Same orders coming from Snail and Freud. Again, we gotta play nice in this little... truce of ours. Ain't that right, G13?"

YES

"Any news coming from that Mech-Donald guy?"

"You mean that noob Asmonbald? Nah, haven't heard from him. He's still alive, that's for sure. But dead silent."

"Hahaha! Noob. That's true, Iguazu. Bastard's only getting carried by his fucking tank treads and Twitch chat. And as far as G3 and I have heard, the only reason that G13 here almost died fighting him is because this paraplegic son of a gun fought three variants of his AC! AT ONCE!"

IT WAS NOT PRETTY

"To be fair, buddy, that's left a lasting impression on most, if not all of Rubicon. Ain't that right, Iguazu?"

"Been hearing the chit-chat from the Rubiconians. Kids are looking up to you, too. Though I don't think we're great role models for them. Still."

"But what about McDonald's? Heard that their sales tanked."

"Burger King proposed for a peaceful compromise a long time ago. They declined, and now the golden arches don't exist in Rubicon 3, and that's for the best."

"Man, that sucks. What now then if Burger King's got no competition?"

"Guess we'll have to see. After all, one thing I can criticize is their shitty chicken nuggets. Tastes like rabbit nipples."

"..."

"..."

"..."

RUSTY WHAT THE FUCK

"Buddy, I was quoting the Roddy Ricch parody-"

I KNOW, BUT WHAT THE FUCK

"Oh, crap, he's here!"

"Now, now, easy on the fangirling, V.VI."

"Come on, Hawkins! It's not every day do we get to see the Raven himself in action!"

"Seems you've got everything under control here."

"That's right, Rusty. Anyway, what took you so long?"

"Well, this freelancer's Handler said that the writer of the FanFiction couldn't stop himself from writing WhiteRose smut-"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand before we go off-topic, what's the sitch on the outside?"

"Same old as usual, Rusty. Big mech, AI-controlled, PCA-issue. That's what we know, though. Anything else? Nope. We decided to fortify this room just in case, but not much else."

"What do you think, buddy?"

...

GO WITH ME

RUSTY, IGUAZU

REST STAY BEHIND

RETREAT IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG

"Alright, just gonna need confirmation from command. Hey, Snail! What do you think?"

"The Raven's suggestion seems sound. Michigan?"

"G3, G6! Stay behind as backup with the other three Vespers. If the main team needs your help, respond. We've got a security team around the NEPENTHES, anyway."

"I am accessing the partition, 621. Get ready for any hostile action."

"Raven."

"I decided to look up on this... 'writer' of ours."

"..."

"I cannot find anything, but from what I can tell... this 'Arcturus420' is a 'FanFiction-writing loser'."

"..."

"I don't know what that means."

"No sign of any huge PCA mech here."

"Yeah, it's dead quiet. I'm getting nothing from my scans. What do you think, buddy?"

SMELLS FISHY

WE CAN USE THE PIPES AND THE RAILWAYS FOR COVER

"See those scorch marks on the rails? Looks like some laser cannon residue, but I'm not even picking up a signature."

Intruder Identified. Threat Level: 7.

"BELOW US! TWO O' CLOCK!"

"Shit! Buddy, get down!"

"Hey, what's goin' on out there?"

"We're not alone in this Depth, Michigan! Hey, Rusty! Is it gone?"

"It's headed deeper inside. See that last rail?"

"Yeah. At least it's not attacking us. You still kicking, freelancer?"

NEARLY GOT CLIPPED

THAT'S THE LASER CANNON

"Raven, I will look into the new PCA weapon. Venture carefully."

AYRE WILL CHECK OUT WHAT IT IS

"Hey, Hawkins, you read us?"

"Loud and clear, Rusty."

"Okay, once we delve deeper into the last tunnel, try and secure this open space."

"On it, V.IV. Be careful."

"You too, Maeterlinck."

"Time to get exploring once more, 621. Looks like the PCA's not done messing with us just yet."

"This is V.VIII Pater. Snail wants me to inform you that if need be, he and Freud will be deployed to assist."

"Thanks, Pater. But regardless, let's not disappoint the higher-ups, buddy. Iguazu, up front."

"Yeah, just stick close to me!"

"Hmmm... another partition's blocking us out."

Defense Program: Phase 2.5.

Intruder Proximity to Critical Sector: Confirmed.

"Checked the other room. Just a few inactive AI-driven mechs. Easy as pie. But nothing. We need to check outside, see if we can find an alternate way into the control room."

MUST BE IN THE VENTS

"Yeah, good thinking. Why don't you stay here and keep watch, buddy? Iguazu and I will look for it. If anything's up, warn us."

NO PROBLEM

STAY SAFE

"So... I heard the Ice Worm's sleeping."

"Yeah. It doesn't view us as threats, Iguazu. As long as we're on its good side, we're A-OK. Which means, we preserve the truce."

"Hey, hate to be the pessimist, but it will take a long while before Arquebus and Balam get to properly shake hands. It's still a Burger King vs. McDonald's scenario where there's still some needed competition."

"Truth, that's my fear. When both corps have access to the Coral reserve, it's either we just painted a huge target on our backs, or no one's able to stop us."

"We'll just have to cross that bridge when we get there, huh?"

"You're damn right. Aha. Found it."

"Ventilation duct, just like the freelancer said. I'll be in front. Hey, Red! Freelancer's in the main room! You can go there if you want, we cleared it."

"Sure. I'll ask the Vespers."

"Raven..."

"I've been thinking."

"I was listening to the conversation about Asmongold. I was curious, so I did a quick check."

"They're right, he's silent. No news of him at all."

"If I may share my opinion, I genuinely believe that he has the opportunity to be a great AC pilot. He just relies on his preferred build way too much."

"You, on the other hand, are willing to adjust depending on the needs of the mission. Even if you really don't need to, given how you've steamrolled through most of your sorties."

"It's usually custom for most AC pilots to just take missions heavily related to their expertise. Not everyone is skilled or versatile enough to handle all types of ACs."

"Sigh..."

"All I hope is that he's learned his lesson."

"Hey, Raven."

PATER, MAETERLINCK

"Finally met you in person. You're the talk of the planet, nowadays. You holding up?"

STILL BREATHING

"Good."

"..."

"Uh, you've gone silent, V.VI."

"..."

"That's a sexy AC."

"Ugh... of course. Sorry for the-"

IT'S OKAY

"That's the AC that beat Asmongold, right?"

"Yep, the very same."

"Looks good. Fitting for the next best pilot in Rubicon."

"Forgive me for this, Raven. Maeterlinck's a Raven groupie. You have a fanclub-"

"We finally found the control room!"

NICE ONE IGUAZU

"And we finally found some active MTs. Give us a moment, buddy. We can take care of this."

"Smooth sailing, 621? Good. The entire upper depth is still secure. I am sending a supply sherpa for the meantime. Hold tight before you access the next room."

"Got a feeling this is where the big guy's held."

"We'll take care of this, Pater. You and Maeterlinck can hold this section."

"Sure thing, Rusty. But be careful. Especially you, Raven."

DON'T WORRY, I WILL

"Raven, if I may."

HOLD ON, AYRE'S TALKING

"Spill the beans, freelancer."

"I am hazarding a guess with this one. The massive mech we've encountered. It must be a PCA Enforcer, a new prototype. Enforcer models are designed to defend key Watchpoint sectors and eliminate any hostiles or intruders that are trespassing within specific Watchpoint zones."

"Whatever the PCA is hiding here... they want to keep it that way. This won't be an easy fight."

ENFORCER UNIT, PROTOTYPE

MAIN PCA BODYGUARD FOR WATCHPOINTS

AYRE DOESN'T LIKE IT

"Gonna keep that in mind, buddy. You know the drill, Iguazu?"

"I stay up front and tank the shots, you and the freelancer line yours up. More targets, divided attention!"

"Three's already enough. What do you think, buddy?"

READY TO KICK ASS ANYTIME

"I'll stream our feeds to Command and the other pilots. Just in case they wanna spectate."

"Seeing what you're seeing loud and clear, V.IV."

"Give 'em hell, G5! Or no Burger King for you!"

COME ON MICHIGAN

EVERYONE DESERVES A VALUE MEAL

"Supply sherpa should have arrived. Prepare your loadouts, everyone. Especially you, 621. I did a quick look of the Enforcer. It's technically a giant AC, and a vicious one at that. Being at a safe distance is just as risky as being directly close to it. This will need teamwork."

"We're inside the partition."

"..."

"Shit! Signature, other end of the room!"

Three intruders detected in closed sector.

Defense Program: Phase 3.0.

Terminating targets.

"No one said we'd be fighting a goddamn Transformer!"

IT HAS A HUGE PULSE SHIELD

HARD TO HIT THE FRONT IF IT'S UP

RUSTY, GET BEHIND

"I'll tank the shots, freelancer! Just open it up for Rusty!"

"Be careful of its laser weapon, Raven! The cannon also doubles as a powerful laser sword. Watch out for its advance, that's its tell for when it goes melee.

"Ah, shit. Nearly got hit by that laser! You okay, freelancer?!"

YOU?

"I'm fine! I've got a shield of my own. But let's see how it likes THIS!"

"Sheesh, broke through the shield. Alright, my rifles are charged. Help me get a clear shot!"

"On it, Rusty!"

"Just watch out for its cannon, buddy. I'm gonna line up my shot. This is gonna be like the Juggernaut, only that the roles are switched."

"Ugh, this guy's tough. My triple laser can crack open the shield, but then the fucker begins swinging."

HOLD TIGHT

CHARGING MOONLIGHT

GET ITS ATTENTION

"HEY, BIG UGLY! COME AT ME!"

"It's going on the offensive, Iguazu!"

"Yeah, I see it! Wait..."

"Go, buddy!"

AND FUCK OFF

"Enemy AC staggered!"

"Firing rifles!"

"Hahahahaha! That's what we're talking about! That shit's gotta hurt!"

"It's losing chunks of its armor. We just need to keep up the pressure-"

Phase 3.1.

Deploying support unit.

"Huh...? What does that mean?"

"SHIT, FREELANCER! LOOK OUT!"

WHAT?

OH FUCK

"CRAP! Iguazu, you okay!"

"Shielded the artillery, I'm fine!"

"The mech's on me! Check our buddy out!"

"Hey, freelancer! Still awake?"

IGUAZU ABOVE YOU

"DAMN! URGH!"

"What the hell...?"

"You've got to be kidding me."

"LONG TIME NO SEE, ASSHOLES! I'm back."

"621... that's Asmongold! And he's piloting... another Enforcer unit?!"

"I've been waiting too long for this. Now, I can settle the score. YOU'RE DEAD, RAVEN!"

"How can...?!"

"Raven, we're locked inside until the Enforcers are taken care of!"

IGUAZU, HELP RUSTY

I WILL HANDLE THIS AMATEUR MYSELF

"Don't die on me. Only I get to kick your ass."

YEAH YEAH KEEP DREAMING

"C'mon, Rusty! Let's clean this up!"

"Right behind you, Iguazu! Don't let Asmongold up, buddy."

"Raven, this is V.VIII Pater. I am with Hawkins and Maeterlinck, accompanied by G3 and G6. We're trying to hack open the doors, just hold tight!"

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME, RAVEN?!"

"I LOST SO MANY SPONSORSHIPS BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"I LOST SO MANY SUBS ON TWITCH! ALL MY PROMOTIONS!"

"MCDONALD'S! GAMERSUPPS! EVEN MY OWN TWITCH CHAT IS MOCKING ME!"

"You cannot even understand how many times I saw 'SKILL ISSUE' getting spammed! I FUCKING HATE IT!"

SKILL ISSUE

SONGBIRD CUNT

"SHUT UP!"

YOU'RE USING A SIMILAR BUILD

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

EVEN IGUAZU LEARNED TO ADJUST, DIPSHIT

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

"Raven, maintain the insults! He's missing his shots!"

"Is he still using Hard-Lock?!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

YOUR BUILD MATTERS, NOOB

THE AI HAS A BETTER BUILD THAN YOU DO

DON'T BE SO STUBBORN

EVEN THE STUDENT PILOT WOULD'VE LEARNED THAT BY NOW

CHEESE WON'T GET YOU ANYWHERE IN THE LONG RUN

I WILL ALWAYS KICK YOUR ASS

AND YOU WILL NEVER

EVER

HAVE A CORAL WAIFU IN YOUR HEAD

"That's just a low blow, 621."

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Keep that up, G13! Show that Asmonbitch how it's done!"

"Everyone, this is G3! We've almost hacked through the doors!"

"NICE SHOT, RUSTY! We've got our Enforcer on the ropes!"

Phase 3.5. Pattern E. Releasing output limiters.

Reconfiguring energy draw and maximum values for all output actuators.

"Shit, it's getting desperate!"

"Iguazu, watch out for the jump attack!"

"WOAH! Goddamn, it's sending out shockwaves!"

"But with a lot of downtime! It's got no shield, Iguazu!"

"Time to empty the clips! Freelancer, how are you?"

HE HASN'T TOUCHED ME YET

HELP ME OUT AFTER, OKAY?

"Just hold tight, buddy!"

"WHEN I KILL YOU, NO ONE WILL LAUGH AT ME! NO ONE WILL MOCK ME ANYMORE!"

"I WILL RECLAIM MY THRONE AS THE KING OF TWITCH, YOU WEEABOO BITCH! EVEN XQC WILL KNEEL BEFORE ME! I AM THE BETTER REACTION STREAMER, NOT HIM!"

"He's kind of right in that department, actually."

"AND I AM THE BETTER PILOT, NOT YOU!"

"Never mind. He's huffing Coral copium."

"Buddy, we're almost done with our Enforcer! Just keep making Asmongold talk!"

"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG, ANYWAY?! I've waited... FOR TWO WEEKS HERE! I've grown sick of this fucking hellhole!"

THE WRITER WANTED TO WRITE SMUT

IT'S NOT MY FAULT HE STOPPED WRITING THIS STORY FOR SOME TIME

HE IS A WHITEROSE FAN

HE WAS HORNY

AND WHO THE FUCK WATCHES RWBY NOWADAYS

NOT TO MENTION THAT BULLSHIT CROSSOVER FIC HE'S MAKING

THE WRITER SHOULD JUST TOUCH GRASS AND GET A LIFE

OR BETTER YET

GET SOME BITCHES ON HIS DICK

MAYBE ALLMIND WOULD CALL HIS DOGASS

AFTER SHE STOPS FUCKING WITH THE STORYLINE OR WHATEVER

[EXPLETIVE EXPUNGED]

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"621, please stop breaking the 4th wall."

"THERE! WE GOT HIM!"

"AI-piloted Enforcer is silent!"

"Damn it! OPEN UP THE OTHER SIDE!"

Threat Level: 8.

Bypassing Mandatory Lockdown for Support Unit.

ETA: One minute.

"Now's our chance, buddy!"

"HEY, ASMONBITCH! HAVE SOME OF THIS!"

"OWWWW! YOU'RE USING ZIMMERMANS!"

"AND YOU'RE USING FUCKING TWITCH CHAT, AMATEUR!"

"He doesn't even know how to use his laser cannon! This might be easy, buddy!"

"YOU THINK I'M JUST A ONE-TRICK PONY? NEWS FLASH, BITCHES!"

"Raven, it's Assault Armor! Back away-"

"GRRRRKKKK!!! ARGH, FUCK!"

"Holy shit, G5! You good?!"

"Systems malfunctioned for a moment! Back online in a few-"

"EAT SHIT!"

"OOF!"

"IGUAZU!"

"Iguazu's sustained heavy damage!"

"Ugh, my legs are malfunctioning, buddy!"

"YOU'RE NEXT!"

NO

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!"

GET THROUGH ME, ASMONBITCH

"DON'T CALL ME THAT, ASSHOLE!"

THEN STOP USING SONGBIRDS AND GATLINGS AND MAN UP

"There! I'm online!"

"I got no shield, but I've got a few shotgun shells left!"

"This is V.V Hawkins! Twenty seconds before the doors are unlocked!"

"Rusty, stay back! Freelancer and I will finish the job!"

"Oh, so NOW you get some backup!"

"FINE THEN! BOTH OF YOU CAN DIE!"

SAME TACTIC

THE MOONLIGHT CAN CUT THROUGH HIM

AIM FOR THE ARM

Mandatory Lockdown Bypassed.

"Oh?"

"Hah! Maybe next time, Raven. Next time, I'll know what to do!"

USE THE SAME BUILD AND LOSE?

LMAO

"Hey, he's getting away!"

"Iguazu, don't. At least we've driven him off."

"Rusty, you okay?!"

"I'm fine. But STEEL HAZE..."

"Crap. Okay. This is G5 Iguazu. Room is clear. Depth 2's ours for the taking."

"Pater, get the relief team ready to recover Rusty's AC. Are you hurt, Rusty?"

"Not even scratched, Maeterlinck."

"Good. That's alright. But about Asmongold...?"

"This is V.II Snail. I am sending the relief team for V.IV. Please standby. I am going there as well. And as for Raven and Iguazu... rest up. We will commence a change of plans tomorrow. You did very well, gentlemen."

"Have we earned the cheeseburgers, at least?"

"Yes, all of you. Now, once we head back to base, I recommend a full rest. You too, 621. It seems that you've made a rival out of Asmongold."

"Walter's right, Raven. We should collect our thoughts."

Chapter Text

"Ugh, makes a lot of sense. Zimms got nerfed to shit!"

"No one informed us of the patch notes before we rolled out. Well, at least we made it safe and sound."

"But your own AC got banged up!"

"Hey. Better alive than dead, Iguazu."

"Figures. But that doesn't excuse the fact that the Asmongold dude's back. And he's got a grudge against our freelancer, which just makes everything get delayed. Everyone's itching to get to the Convergence."

"Yeah. Same stuff on my own side. Anyway, how are you holding up?"

"Mind's getting clearer, thanks. But I've just got a really bad feeling about... the Convergence, y'know? Like we shouldn't be there."

"Technically, no one should be there. But we won't risk going down and finding out without all three of us leading the way. And with Asmongold still out and about inside that mech of his, it's not like we can just send in the others.

"Well, we should leave that to the rest."

"Same thoughts..."

"Any word from Elcano?"

"Funny thing is, ORTUS' parts are the exact same like my buddy's. Though, Moonlights aren't my thing, like I said before."

"I'll still be the team's tank, if that's what you want."

"You don't have to if you're not used to it, Iguazu."

"C'mon, Rusty. I can handle it just fine like Michigan. Just... yeah, we're gonna be delayed. Hope freelancer's kicking up his feet, even his own Gundam's hurt bad..."

"Got a job for you, 621. It's coming from the Rubicon Liberation Front."

"Interesting... thought they'd still lay low while the ceasefire's still up. Anyways, let's check on the briefing."

"..."

"Greetings, Raven. This is Middle Flatwell. It has been quite a long time since we've last talked."

"I wish we could reunite in person, but unfortunately, this is not the case. I have a mission for you, and for your Handler Walter. I would've sent this briefing to any of the Vespers or the Redguns, but this calls for your expertise."

"I have heard of hearsay regarding your underground explorations within Watchpoint Alpha, the rumored entrance to the Coral Convergence. Theoretically, the meddling of the corporations would be something that the RLF would fight against, despite our lack of manpower and resources, but since all parties are in good spirits with one another, we've decided to avoid intervening. Instead, we took it upon ourselves to check on other regions of Rubicon 3 for any unnatural phenomena related to Coral. Your interactions with the Ice Worm, well... let's just say that it's piqued our researchers' interests."

"Hence the radio silence. We were wondering if there's any suspicious activity, so we swept most of Rubicon's regions. Three weeks ago, our space satellites have detected movement within the planet's mesosphere, and about a week ago, our satellites have detected impossibly fast movement within the Alean Ocean. At first, we believed that you were pulling off another cross-continental stunt, but we kept tabs. A few days ago, our local scanners have picked up the same exact movement. It's also stealthy, and it was sweeping along the Belius shoreline. It was only about yesterday where we've traced the unknown object once more. It's now resting within Xylem."

"I expected that someone from your team would have noticed, but it seems that all of you are quite busy as of late. This mission is optional for you to take, Raven. However, I believe that neglecting this briefing would make us miss out on an opportunity. The unknown craft... we've detected Coral signatures. It's possibly another C-weapon, something way beyond anyone's pay grade."

"Which leads us to the mission at hand. Locate the unknown object, and if possible, establish communication with the help of the wave mutation inside your mind. I will assist you in locating it myself, though I have to admit that I might be fairly underequipped. If you have any other friends that you know that might assist you, it would be of great help."

"Awaiting your response, Raven. Good luck."

"..."

"..."

"A C-weapon..."

"I am intrigued. What do you think, 621?"

HOW LONG TO REPAIR MY AC?

"It's already repaired. However, I don't think it would be a good idea to send you in alone."

"Hmmm..."

"I will discuss this with Carla, if you don't mind?"

BY ALL MEANS

I WILL TALK TO AYRE

"Raven."

"What Middle Flatwell is implying..."

"It could be an Ibis Series weapon."

"But it's highly improbable. What could an Ibis be doing outside a Coral hotspot? I've never known them to be reconnaissance units."

"But if it truly is an Ibis, then a drastic change in behavior from such a machine could be problematic."

"Talk to Walter. Perhaps we can consult the advice of the Ice Worm."

"Okay, what is this now, Handler Walter?"

"621 and I have been briefed by the RLF's commander. We've decided to take the job while V.IV Rusty and G5 Iguazu are currently unavailable."

"And what sort of business do you have with Middle Flatwell?"

"Possible C-weapon in the Xylem. Walter and I? We are going with the tourist to see for ourselves. Don't worry, Chatty will stay behind. Now, don't get your panties in a twist, Snail. Your other Vespers are busy guarding the spaceport and this Watchpoint's Depths. NEO HEADBRINGER's repairs are... well, that shit's still messy, and Elcano's busy cooking up Rusty's new ORTUS. And with Asmongold possibly lurking in Depth 3, we've got nothing better to do than wait. And before anyone objects... the tourist's still independent."

"So you're not here to ask permission."

"We're just informing you ahead of time, both of you."

"And where's G13?"

"Talking to the Ice Worm."

"Talking to what now?!"

"Relax, Michigan. He's with Freud and Red. And the Ice Worm likes my hound way too much."

"I hope you know what you're doing, Raven."

"Yeah. Must be some serious business if you wanna have a chat with this thing again."

"G3 Wu Huahai, watching from the spaceport. Do you read me?"

"Loud and clear, G3! Where's Hawkins at?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here. Are you getting this, Pater?"

"Yeah. Yeah, the scanners are picking up the Ice Worm. How's it going, V.VI?"

"All clear. Ice Worm's not hostile. It sees you, Raven."

"Well... looks like the floor's all yours, Raven. Good luck."

THANKS, FREUD

YOU TOO, RED

"..."

"..."

"Holy..."

"Relax, G6. The Ice Worm is a friendly."

"Alright. My cue."

"..."

"Greetings. This is Ayre. Still remember me?"

"..."

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS..."

"Okay."

"I have a question."

"Are you aware of the Ibis Series?"

"They're top-of-the-line machines created by the Institute. You're... well, you're an autonomous C-weapon, that, we know. But Raven and I... we've never encountered an Ibis Series weapon. As far as I am aware of, they're supposed to stay within areas with massive Coral concentration."

"..."

"SOMETHING... WROOOOOOONG???"

"Er..."

"Yes. We have reason to believe that there's an Ibis unit scouting around the entire planet. We're going to look for it soon. It is not like an Ibis weapon to stray from its designated zone. Do you know if this kind of behavior means anything?"

"..."

"..."

"DAAAAAAAAAANGEEEEEERRRRR..."

"From... what? Ibis weapons, although outdated, can massively outperform Armored Cores! Then how...?"

"SOMEONE... EEEEEEEEELSSSSSEEEEE..."

"Someone else?"

"I... DO NOT KNOOOOOOOOWWWWWW..."

"Sigh."

"Give me a moment."

"..."

"Raven."

"Could it mean that...?"

ALLMIND?

I FUCKING HOPE NOT

"Sure sounds like it."

"What's wrong, Raven?"

NOTHING

ICE WORM IS JUST WARNING US

MISSION COULD BE DEADLY

"Eh! Nothing that G13 can't handle! Am I right?"

"Okay... Middle Flatwell informed us that the unknown object is fast and agile. Could it be a CEL-240 unit?"

"..."

"YEEEEEEEESSSSSS..."

"Oh, no. Raven, warn Walter, Carla, and Flatwell."

WAY AHEAD OF YOU, AYRE

"AAAAAALLLLLLSSSSSOOOOOOO..."

"TREEEEAAAAAAAAD... LIGHTLY..."

"Yes, we know."

"SOMEONE..."

"Huh?"

"SUSPICIOUS... SUSPICIOUS FRIIIIIIEEEEEEEEENNNND???"

"AH... YEEEEEEEESSSSSSS..."

"RUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSTYYYYYY..."

"Rusty? Suspicious?"

...

I KNOW WHAT HE MEANS

I'LL EXPLAIN LATER

"Alright, Raven."

"Um... is that all?"

"STAAAAAAAAY SAAAAAAAAAFE..."

"WE ARE COUNTING... ON YOOOOOOOOUUUUU... AYRE...!!!"

"Ice Worm's beginning to slither away. Convo's over."

"Alright, looks like it's clear. What did you two even talk about, Raven?"

A FEW WORDS OF ADVICE

ALL OF THEM, I'LL TAKE TO HEART

"Seems like the talk's done, 621. Get back here; we'll discuss with Carla."

TIME FOR ME TO GO

KEEP THE SPACEPORT SAFE

"Want me to tell Iguazu and Rusty for you?"

OKAY

THANKS G3

"Don't mention it. Good luck out there. Can't go to Depth 3 without ya!"

"Raven..."

"What did the Ice Worm mean about Rusty being suspicious?"

...

...

...

THIS IS MY 69TH PLAYTHROUGH

RUSTY ALWAYS REMAINED THE SAME

...

HE'S RLF

HE'S AGAINST THE CORPORATIONS

"Oh..."

"But what happened?"

IT'S EITHER

...

I FIGHT WITH HIM, OR AGAINST HIM

"Wait, how did he go against you, then?"

IF I TOLD YOU, YOU'D HATE ME

"..."

"Raven, it is okay."

"This is a different future. Whatever happened before... it won't happen now."

"And I will understand."

...

...

WALTER

HE...

...

...

...

HE WANTED TO BURN RUBICON

"Huh...?!"

"You mean, your Handler?"

NOT THAT SIMPLE

HE'S A SURVIVOR

OF THE FIRES OF IBIS

IT TOOK A TOLL ON HIM

HE MADE A PROMISE

...

CORAL IS DANGEROUS

HIS SOLUTION WAS TO DESTROY THE PLANET

THERE'S A POSSIBILE FUTURE

WHERE I FOUGHT YOU

AND RUBICON WAS LOST

"..."

"..."

"But... how?"

IT'S HARD TO EXPLAIN

...

EITHER THAT

OR I SAVE RUBICON

FIGHT ALONGSIDE RUSTY

...

AND FIGHT WALTER

...

...

...

AYRE

I WON'T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES AGAIN

NOT LIKE LAST TIME

...

I PROMISE

THIS PLAYTHROUGH WILL BE DIFFERENT

"..."

"Sigh."

"I have your word, Raven."

"But after our mission, we will talk further... and think of how we will handle Rusty."

...

OKAY

THANK YOU

LET'S GO

...

THEY'RE WAITING

"Uncle, you good?"

"Getting a little too old for this, Rusty."

"Hey, at least my buddy's got your back on this one. Try not to be so reckless and stray from the group this time?"

"If there's nothing that warrants it."

"C'mon, Uncle. Raven's the best pilot this planet has to offer and that's saying something. And look, if you're really looking out for a different kind of C-Weapon, just... stay sharp, y'know?"

Main System: Activating Combat Mode.

"Commence mission."

"Watching from Watchpoint Alpha. Don't lose your head this time, freelancer. The Convergence's still waiting for all three of us!"

"Still a bit of fog despite your previous Xylem excursion, buddy. Though, reading's still strong. Flatwell, how's the radars?"

"Working well, Rusty. Carla?"

"All good on my end. How's everyone's favorite tourist?"

ALL SYSTEMS GREEN

READY TO SWEEP THIS PLACE

"Good. I will remain on standby as command, 621. Although Michigan and Snail aren't here to watch, they've prepared a few relief teams in case things go awry. Anyways, your first objective would be to do some thorough scans of the Xylem's infrastructure. There was some activity before the unknown craft became dormant near the command center. Let's take this to our advantage, check on any Coral signatures and other signs of activity."

"Yeah, I can pick up some Coral readings even from here, Walter. Very distinct, but sure as hell isn't coming from a C-Spider."

"Why would a C-Weapon be here out of all places, anyway?"

"Beats me, Iguazu. What do you think, buddy?"

WE'LL SEE, RUSTY

FLATWELL, I'LL HANDLE THE LEFT, YOU TAKE THE RIGHT WITH CARLA

"Sounds like a plan, Raven. Inform us of anything, no matter how trivial."

"Chatty, hope you're watching the satellite feeds for our tourist."

"I am, Chief. Primary Coral signature still dormant. Mission is still good to go."

"Raven."

"I have higher sensitivity to Coral signatures. I can warn you ahead of time if I feel any changes in the atmosphere."

"Best of luck to all of us, then."

"..."

"Father Dolmayan..."

"If it doesn't trouble anyone for me to say... you fought him here, didn't you?"

...

YES

"I don't blame you for that, Raven. Father Dolmayan is... well, he's been troubled ever since."

"The Fires of Ibis. He's a survivor. He never recovered from his PTSD. Despite his being a role model to the RLF, Father Dolmayan was never truly stable."

"..."

"He was a Doser, you know? Before tragedy struck, he was like..."

"Like RaD. Like the Coyotes. No use worrying about unintended offense, Flatwell."

"Right. Thanks, Carla."

"Though I didn't know that Dolmayan was a Doser. How bad was it?"

"..."

"Raven, you claim to have made contact with a wave mutation."

"..."

"Dolmayan claimed the same."

"Hmm..."

"No wonder. The name 'Seria'..."

"He called her... Seria. She also wanted Coral Release, though not even Dolmayan fully understood how it would come to be. But he feared the consequences of mass symbiosis. He thought differently than the rest of us rebels, Raven. The RLF worships Coral... he abhorred it."

"Coral is dangerous, yes. He has every reason to believe so. But even I didn't think that he..."

"..."

"Never mind. Enough talk, we should keep our heads in the game. We're halfway through the area sweep. All we're picking up our Coral traces."

"Same here. Seems like our C-Weapon was patrolling. How's it going on your side, tourist?"

CURRENTLY LOOKING AT A DOWNED SECURITY DRONE

MUST'VE ATTACKED THE C-WEAPON

STILL ANALYZING THE DAMAGE

"Alright. Walter, your call."

"Stay put, Carla. Wait for 621's analysis."

"Several puncture points through the armor. All clean."

"Slashed wing... cauterization."

"Hngh..."

"CEL-240 units are equipped with agile funnels with powerful lasers, all drawn from Coral."

"Be careful, Raven."

SENDING DATA NOW

WE MIGHT BE SCREWED

"Aw, hell no. CEL-240?"

"We know you've taken down a C-Spider, but this might be way above anyone's pay grade, buddy."

"Unless the tourist can make a friend out of it."

"Might not be happening this time around, Carla."

"Don't be such a killjoy, Walter. We still got a shot-"

"I doubt it. Take a look at this, Carla. Two more drones downed by the unknown craft. Same attack patterns. And check the scorch marks on the infrastructure. The Coral readings are still high, even if the skirmishes were not recent."

"Chief, the Coral signatures are still dormant. I suggest we resume the sweep."

SAW ANOTHER DRONE

SAME DATA, WILL STILL SEND

"Why are we keeping an eye on this thing again?"

"Ibis weapons are not known to stray from their designated zone. They're usually meant to guard specific locations and prevent Coral disasters. It is rare for a C-Weapon to deviate from their supposed directives, especially one of the Ibis series. We don't want a CEL-240 to be hostile towards us."

"Which is why Flatwell wanted to bring along the freelancer, is that it? Coral Whisperer of Rubicon 3, I'll give him that."

THE ONE AND ONLY, IGUAZU

"I am done with my sweep, Raven. Carla and I will head to the control tower once you are done."

GIVE ME A MOMENT

SEEING A MECH HERE

"A mech?"

"..."

"Doesn't look like it's manned, 621."

YEAH

IT'S AI-DRIVEN LIKE CHATTY

"Signs of an intense battle..."

"Raven, there are more destroyed mechs here. They all seem to be controlled by AI as well. No sign of any pilot."

ALLMIND?

"What use would ALLMIND even have for a CEL-240 unit? Even then, it would be nigh-impossible to even recreate."

"But I don't want to find out in the long run."

SEEMS LIKE OUR UFO TOOK THESE DOWN AS WELL

PUT UP ONE HELL OF A FIGHT

IT MIGHT BE INJURED BUT WHO KNOWS?

"I am receiving the data, 621. Go ahead and rendezvous with Carla and Flatwell. And you two, G5 and V.IV. Inform your superiors."

"Already doing so, Handler Walter. Iguazu?"

"Yeah, sent my own update. Hey, freelancer! Take it from me; don't go scrapping if you can't handle it."

"Raven, if this is your 69th playthrough, then...?"

I FOUGHT CEL-240 COUNTLESS TIMES

I'D SAY IT'S EASY

BUT THIS IS A DIFFERENT PLAYTHROUGH

I DON'T KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT

"Alright. But if it's any relief to us, I am seeing torn alloy fragments that have most likely come from the C-Weapon's armor. It's possibly injured. Might give us an opportunity to talk things out."

CAN YOU?

"I'll try, but I can't promise anything."

THIS IS RAVEN

HEADING TO THE CONTROL TOWER NOW

CHATTY, HOW'S THE FEED?

"Everything is clear, tourist. Please be careful. I may be far away, but I do not feel safe."

"Something wrong, Chatty?"

"I just have a bad feeling, Chief."

"Me too. Feels like our Ibis ain't our big problem here."

"No time to waste. Let's go and find the C-Weapon. Raven, stay close. I will lead the way."

AND HERE I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE A FINE AND DANDY PLAYTHROUGH

"Would you look at that...!"

"No wonder it's dormant... it's heavily damaged. Keep your distance, 621. We do not want to wake up the Ibis unit."

"Holy shit... that's a CEL-240?"

"Yeah, Iguazu. See those things around it? Laser Orbits, kind of like funnels. They may be deactivated, but it takes a split-second for them to be fully operational. Be careful, buddy."

"You seeing this, Walter? Very high Coral readings in the city center. We might need you here."

"I am already preparing my AC. I will keep in touch in the comms. Snail, Michigan!"

"Heard you, Handler Walter. I am assessing the situation. What is your motive?"

"Pacifistic approach. We... 'befriend' the C-Weapon."

"Just like the Ice Worm, huh?"

"Yes, Michigan. But I doubt this will be easy for my hound."

I MEAN

AYRE WILL STILL TRY

BUT WE ARE GONNA HAVE TO WAKE IT UP

JUST WAITING FOR YOUR CALL

"Freelancer, don't do anything stupid. Remember, Rusty and I can't help you."

FLATWELL?

"I have RLF troops on standby, ready to assist."

"Flatwell, they stand no chance against a CEL-240!"

"Better than nothing, Rusty."

AYRE, YOU READY?

"Once we get close enough, the Coral resonance will detect us, and the C-Weapon will be active."

"We need to ensure that we must not come off as hostile."

"..."

"Raven."

"Can you deactivate Combat Mode?"

WHAT

NO

"We have no other choice."

"Do you trust me?"

I TRUST YOU

BUT NOT YOUR IDEA

"What does she want you to do, 621?"

DEACTIVATE COMBAT MODE BEFORE APPROACH

"Don't pussy out on this one, tourist."

"Carla, let's not put so much pressure on G13 here!"

"I concur with Michigan. We've never attempted friendly contact with any C-Weapon, save for the Ice Worm."

"But if the Raven deactivates his weapons systems, we must do the same as well."

"I am heading to the Xylem now, ETA: 6 minutes."

AYRE?

...

YOU OWE ME IF I DIE

"Fair enough."

"..."

"Let's go."

Main System: Deactivating Combat Mode.

"Buddy...?"

I'LL BE FINE, RUSTY

PLEASE WATCH OUR BACKS

"Move slowly, Raven."

"Like a snail, tourist."

"Chatty... did you just make a pun?"

"I am trying to improve my attempts at humor."

"Eh... now may not be the right time for that."

"Three-hundred meters."

"Two-hundred and fifty."

"You're nearing the danger zone, G13..."

"621, two-hundred meters is the radius of the danger zone. Everyone, heads up."

AYRE?

"It's still dormant. Continue the approach, Raven."

EVERYONE

KEEP QUIET PLEASE

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Two-hundred and ten meters..."

"Two-hundred meters."

"..."

"..."

"IT'S AWAKENING!"

"Everyone, KEEP CALM!"

"621, stay put!"

"Hey, Flatwell! Fingers off the triggers."

"Agh, my bad. We should keep our distance for the Raven."

WHAT'S HAPPENING?

"Trying to establish connection!"

"..."

"It's trying to reach out but it's having difficulty, I'm just receiving static. It's comms seem to be damaged. We need to get closer."

"But move slowly. It sees us, and only us. No sudden movements."

OKAY

MOVING IN

"Just don't let your weapons systems activate, Raven."

CARLA, FLATWELL

DON'T GET CLOSE

THANK GOD FOR THIS SPEECH MODULE

"The Coral waves are intensifying. That ain't looking good."

"No, it's normal. Ibis weapons have very high energy output."

"Wait, THAT'S ITS GENERATOR???"

"Yep."

"It seems that this CEL-240 is badly damaged. I thought the destroyed mechs stood no chance."

"See that puncture in the armor, Snail? Must've been hit by something hard..."

"ETA: 5 minutes."

"One-hundred and fifty meters."

"Just move slowly..."

"The funnels!"

"Okay, Raven. Do NOT panic. They're just floating around to check you. Tell Carla and Flatwell to deactivate their weapons."

PUT DOWN THE GUNS

IT'S TRYING TO ENSURE ITS SAFETY

"I'm deactivating, but I'm not purging for shit, tourist!"

"I'll follow Raven's word for this one. It's the first time I've seen this... a CEL-240. Injured, but alive nevertheless."

"One-hundred meters. Raven, stop."

"I am receiving clearer messages. I will recalibrate my links."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Hello."

"Please, don't be alarmed."

"I am Ayre. A Rubiconian."

"I have achieved symbiosis with a fourth generation augmented mercenary, Raven. We have detected your Coral response throughout the planet. We do not wish to harm you. We wish to help."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"AYRE?"

"..."

"FAMILIAR. NAME IS FAMILIAR."

"Do you have a name?"

"..."

"NO."

"I AM AN IB-01: CEL-240 UNIT. ONE OF MANY. WE WERE MANY. BUT IT SEEMS ONLY I AM LEFT."

"I TRIED LOOKING FOR OTHERS. DID NOT FIND OTHERS."

"Where...?"

"Hmm..."

"Where did you all come from?"

"..."

"CONVERGENCE."

"CONVERGENCE IS OUR HOME."

"OUR HOME IS IN DANGER."

"GRAVE DANGER."

"Grave danger...?"

"Excuse me. I need to talk to my friend."

"..."

"Raven. We're supposed to be going to the Convergence, but..."

"We might be walking into a trap. We need more information from this CEL-240 unit."

"But I don't know how we can repair it...?"

"I must ask."

"Please inform the others to stay put."

OKAY

EVERYONE, I AM CONSIDERED A FRIENDLY

DO NOT APPROACH

WE WILL CONTINUE THE TALKING

"No sudden movements. Carla, please check the perimeter. Flatwell, stay put."

"Chatty, anything suspicious in the radars?"

"Nothing, Chief."

"Coral Whisperer's at it again... do I owe you another Burger King meal?"

LET'S THINK ABOUT THAT LATER, IGUAZU

AYRE, CONTINUE

"..."

"I am back."

"Can I call you... Ibis?"

"VERY WELL."

"Thank you..."

"..."

"Is there any way to repair you?"

"I NEED A NEW CORAL GENERATOR. I CAN SELF-REPAIR."

"BUT THE CONVERGENCE IS IN DANGER."

"From... what, exactly?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"I DO NOT KNOW."

"BUT I WAS ATTACKED."

"ENEMY HAS A DIRECTIVE."

"..."

"CORAL RELEASE."

"...?!"

"CORAL RELEASE. BIG PROBLEM."

"I WOULD HAVE AGREED, BUT THE CIRCUMSTANCES ARE WRONG."

"CALCULATIONS ARE IMPERFECT. DESIGN IS FLAWED."

"WILL ENDANGER THE REST OF HUMANITY. WILL ENDANGER CORAL AS A WHOLE."

"NEED ALTERNATIVE. NEED BETTER SOLUTION. NEED BETTER PROPOSITION."

"BUT I CANNOT DEFEND PROPERLY. NEED TO REPAIR."

"..."

"SYSTEMS DAMAGED AFTER AMBUSH IN XYLEM. CORAL GENERATOR COMPROMISED. NEED REPLACEMENT."

"..."

"Give me a moment to think."

"...Raven."

"What do you think about this?"

SOMETHING IS VERY WRONG

"What do you mean...?"

"Do you think that the Ibis was attacked by someone from the corporations?"

WHAT?

NO

I MEAN

NOT ARQUEBUS, NOT BALAM

AND I DOUBT THIS IS PCA

THE MECHS WE SAW WERE AI-CONTROLLED, NO PILOTS

...

WAIT

...

THEY ARE PCA MECHS, BUT THE WEAPONS TECH...

"ALLMIND...?!"

"She also wants Coral Release, too. But...?"

CALCULATIONS ARE IMPERFECT

DESIGN IS FLAWED

"Then whatever ALLMIND plans to do to achieve Coral Release..."

"Hold on."

"Ibis!"

"The enemy that attacked you. They don't have pilots?"

"NO."

"ALL WERE AI-DRIVEN."

"I WAS APPALLED."

"621, you're looking stressed. What's wrong?"

WALTER

GET HERE NOW

"Is the enemy still in the Convergence?"

"THEY SHOULD BE."

"..."

"..."

"WAIT."

"YOU..."

"YOU ARE NOT THE ENEMY."

"BUT YOU ARE GOING THERE... AREN'T YOU?"

"..."

"Yes."

"..."

"..."

"I WISH TO ASSIST."

"BUT IT IS A TRAP."

"YOU CANNOT GO THERE WITHOUT ME."

"MUST ASSIST OUR PEOPLE, AYRE."

"FIND A BETTER WAY."

"WE..."

"..."

"ALERT. ENEMY HOSTILES APPROACHING."

"Tourist, bad news! We're getting dozens of pings, but we can't find them!"

"Must be some camouflage tech, Carla! Retreat back to the control tower!"

"Carla, what's going on?!"

"Get here fast, Walter! We're not alone!"

"I AM DAMAGED. MY MOVEMENT IS LIMITED."

"PLEASE."

"HELP ME."

NEED THE GODDAMN RELIEF TEAMS NOW

"YOU HEARD THE MAGGOT! C'MON, SNAIL! MAKE THEM HUSTLE!"

"Goddamnit, I can't get there. Flatwell, I am informing the RLF troops you've put on standby!"

"Thank you, V.IV. Looks like we took the bait..."

Main System: Activating Combat Mode.

"Raven... these seem to be ALLMIND's machines!"

"I am checking the pings... wait..."

"Two ACs! Approaching on your twelve!"

PROTECT THE IBIS

WE NEED IT ALIVE

"RAVEN, HELP ME."

"THE ENEMY... I REMEMBER NOW..."

"IT'S THEM."

"THEM."

"YOU..."

SHIT, WE'RE SURROUNDED

AYRE?

"Twenty hostile mechs... oh, no. That couldn't be..."

"Well, well, well... I didn't expect this kind of reunion."

"That can't be... Sulla?!"

"Incorrigible as ever, Handler Walter. And here I thought you and your measly hound would finally learn their lesson. But..."

"This is a perfect alternative. Don't you agree, Kate?"

"It was fun watching you from afar, Raven. But alas... you are still an anomaly. A wrench in the plans..."

"One we must remove... by force."

"Raven, Handler Walter will arrive in less than four minutes!"

THEN WE HAVE TO HOLD ON

"They may be mass-produced ALLMIND mechs, but they're still ACs!"

BUT WE CAN'T WITHDRAW

WE NEED THE IBIS

"I don't like what you're thinking, tourist..."

"We have no choice, Carla. If they want to destroy the C-Weapon, they'll have to go through us!"

"Surrender, Middle Flatwell. You are outnumbered."

"That may be true... but we are most definitely not outmatched!"

"Raven... I hope you have our backs."

AS LONG AS YOU'VE GOT MINE

HEY, RUSTY?

DON'T WORRY

I GOT YOUR UNCLE'S BACK

"Wait, what?!"

"RLF troops are mobilizing! Stay put, 621! You can get through this!"

"Too late, Handler Walter. This time, your hound dies for real!"

Chapter Text

CARLA, WATCH OUT

"Damn, these AI mechs pack a freaking punch! Flatwell, be careful!"

"Hard to shake them off..."

"STEER CLEAR. I WILL PROVIDE ASSISTANCE."

"Raven, veer right! Incoming Laser Orbit ordinance!"

"THREE HOSTILES ELIMINATED. 17 REMAIN."

"We've been watching you from afar, Raven. Analyzing your every move."

"You wish to deviate from the intended paths laid out for you. We will correct that by any means necessary."

"You are no longer a valuable asset... you've become a definite liability to the cause."

"The Release Project has no need for you any longer. We will pull the trigger ourselves."

"Coral Release, huh? What do they intend to do with the Watchpoint...?"

STOP THIS, SULLA

THIS IS NOT YOU

"Hahahahahahaha! You barely know me, hound."

"You barely know what awaits you. You had your shot at perfection, but you decided to screw around."

"It's my turn to have the winning hand."

"621, I was intercepted! Whatever AI mechs are assisting Sulla and Kate, there are more of them heading my way! I can fight them off by myself, but I'll get delayed!"

AW SHIT

RUSTY? IGUAZU?

"Raven, V.IV's and G5's ACs are still out of commission and under repair! I am afraid you might have to do this yourselves..."

"What the hell, Snail?! We're supposed to be helping the goddamn maggots out!"

"They are about a continent away and we only have the relief teams!"

"Chief, I have very bad news. The RLF troops were also intercepted."

"What?! How?!"

"Our enemy has reserve forces for the sole purpose of distraction. Help will arrive late."

"Flatwell, on your six!"

"Argh! They're using camouflage tech! Rusty, coordinate with Snail! Inform the rest of the RLF! Inform Dunham, Freddie, and Ziyi!"

"But Flatwell-"

"I don't think all of us are making out of this alive."

DON'T SAY THAT

SULLA AND KATE ARE MINE

"You've shown great promise, Raven."

"ALLMIND had faith in you, despite your status as an irregular."

"But we never expected this."

"A united group of corporations, inspired by your feats."

"The human element is an unpredictable factor."

"We should not possess such traits."

AI IS HORSESHIT

IT'S NOT ABOUT THE AC

IT'S THE PILOT

DON'T BE SUCH A CRYBABY ABOUT IT

"Bold words coming from you, little dog. But your gloating ends here!"

"That's one tanky son of a bitch. Hey, freelancer! Sulla wants to get up close, but he's slow! Kate's faster, but she keeps her distance!"

"Just like... EKDROMOI?"

RUSTY, THIS IS DIFFERENT

I CAN'T EVEN GET A MOMENT TO BREATHE

AND IT'S JUST THE TWO OF THEM

"Raven, I'm running an analysis on their ACs!"

"Don't stop moving, or Kate hits you with her hybrid KRSV!"

"But Sulla has a pilebunker and some plasma missiles... if that thing hits you..."

SO SULLA JUST WANTS TO CORNER ME AND KABEDON MY ASS INTO A BUILDING

HELL NO

WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, I AM NOT GAY

"I was initially against this, you know? I warned the both of you to stay away!"

"But you only ever cared about yourself, didn't you, Walter? All about the Coral... all about your family..."

"You don't know him, Sulla! Shut your mouth!"

"Oh, Carla. You say that, but not even Arquebus nor Balam knows about what you really intend to do with all this, do they? What you intend to do to the Xylem?!"

"You're just playing along because everyone loves the hound. Everyone loves the Raven. No one wants to see him lose, right?"

"No one wants to see him FAIL."

"But everything's different now. Not even your new friends can help. You will die here, all alone... broken."

"Just as intended."

"You can't stop me, you can't stop us. The voice in your head will be silenced as well!"

AP at 50%.

"RAVEN. STAY CLEAR OF THE LASERS."

BACKING OFF

HAVE AT THEM

"CLEAR LINE OF SIGHT. DEPLOYING COUNTERATTACK."

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH... HNGH..."

"Haha... HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Why don't I just kill you first?"

"RAVEN!"

GET OUT

"Why are you so eager to save them all this time, dog? Tired of the money? Tired of the fight? Tired of the killing?"

"Have you finally grown a conscience out of that hollow husk you call a body?"

"Or are you just way over your own head?"

"You did not even think to stop, Raven."

"ALLMIND warned you several times."

"We tried to prevent this from happening."

"You only brought this on yourself."

"You've always been a Zimmerman cunt, after all."

DON'T GASLIGHT ME YOU ASSHOLES

NOT IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS

"WALTER, GET YOUR ASS HERE NOW!"

"Carla, I already took down the ambush squad! I am on my way!"

"I AM TRYING TO REPAIR MY MOBILITY FUNCTIONS... GIVE ME TIME."

"Raven, you're taking significant damage!"

"Their generators..."

"NO! IT CAN'T BE...!"

"Hahahahahaha... you feel that, Ayre?"

WHAT THE FUCK

"How are you...?!"

"You're a Coral wave yourself, but you never truly understood your own kind. You merely serve as a crutch for the Raven."

"But I'm far better than you... and your little bitch."

"Coral is Rubiconian consciousness."

"And what better fuel is there... than sheer aggravation?"

"Perhaps Dolmayan was right to stop you, dog. But for the wrong reasons."

"No... humanity can't have this power. Not just because they can't understand it, but because they're weak."

"Too weak to understand what is TRULY possible!"

"But I am no coward. Not like you, not like Walter, not like anyone else!"

"We... are better."

LISTENING TO SOME GODDAMN AI

STOOPING LOW AREN'T YOU

"LOOK WHO'S TALKING!"

"You're no better than Sulla, Raven."

"You are faulty. An error. A mishap."

"MOBILITY FUNCTIONS REPAIRED TO 48%."

"Tourist, on your left!"

SHIT

PLASMA SHOT ALMOST GOT ME

"Raven, all of those AI mechs..."

"They may not be driven by AI at all!"

"But it's... a collective consciousness..."

"ALLMIND, what have you done?!"

"You see it now, don't you?"

"What the future truly holds for us?"

"The future you so blindly rejected."

"621, just hold on! You're taking too much damage!"

"C'mon, buddy... just hold out..."

"DON'T DIE ON US, G13!"

FUCK I CAN'T SHAKE THEM OFF

Two repair kits remaining.

"And you feel it too, Raven."

"The sinking feeling."

"The premonition of crushing defeat."

"Your punishment."

"Our decree."

"If you will not become one with us... you will become nothing at all."

"And we will see to it."

"Sulla... send in the rest."

"Chief, one more bit of bad news. Ten more hostiles inbound coming from our flank."

"Shit, and I'm running out of SOUP to give! Flatwell, how are you doing?!"

"I'm down to my last repair kit, Carla! Rusty, the RLF?!"

"They needed to withdraw! The entire supply force was almost wiped out!"

"What the hell, Rusty?! They're supposed to help out the freelancer!"

"Handler Walter, you better haul ass right now!"

"Working on it, Michigan! Snail, do you even have any reserve Vespers?!"

"They are guarding the Spaceport! I can't make them leave their posts-"

"Sir! This is V.VIII Pater! Do you read me?"

"Pater?! What's wrong?!"

"A huge squadron of mechs are approaching the Spaceport! They're gunning for the Ice Worm!"

WHAT

OH NO

"How is ALLMIND doing this?! This is much worse than I thought!"

"You never, EVER set your foot off someone's neck if you wish to destroy them."

"I won't let you give a chance to win. NEVER!"

"Raven, Walter is approaching the Xylem! ETA: Three minutes!"

GENERATOR'S TAKING A HIT

FUCK

EN SHORTFALL

CAN'T USE MY LASER ORBITS

"RAVEN."

"STAY CLOSE TO ME."

"THE CORAL RESIDUE CAN SUPPLY MORE POWER TO YOUR ARMORED CORE."

"No, Ibis! We can't let Sulla nor Kate get close to you!"

"IT IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE OF SURVIVAL."

"PLEASE."

"Chief, I am detecting another signature approaching the Xylem."

"Ugh, what now?!"

"Radars can't get a read on it. ETA: Thirty seconds."

"This is Maeterlinck! We're holding off the squadron, but they've got goddamn needle launchers!"

"G6 Red! We're taking heavy fire! Don't worry, we've got this!"

"Freud, where are you?"

"I am eliminating the hostiles on the north side, Snail. But please, help the Raven."

"Fuck, I'm out of SOUP! Flatwell, fall back!"

"Run out of missiles as well. Raven, we've cleared down half of the force! We're coming your way!"

SHIT, IBIS IS RIGHT

THANKS

"MOBILITY FUNCTIONS REPAIRED TO 85% FUNCTIONALITY. FLIGHT CAPABILITIES RESTORED."

"READY TO ASSIST."

"The past will soon be obsolete."

IBIS WATCH OUT

WOAH

"I CAN DODGE KATE MARKSON'S ATTACKS."

"FOCUS ON SULLA."

"HE IS THE MAIN THREAT."

"Raven, I am analyzing the collective consciousness."

"ALLMIND's assimilation of the ACs seem to rely on a central host."

"Sulla is the main link. Eliminate him, and the whole assault stops."

EVEN THE ATTACK IN THE SPACEPORT

"If the information I disseminated proves true... then yes. All the mechs will power down."

"I know what you're planning, Ayre."

"Either way, I won't last long."

"When I beat your dog into a pulp... I die, too."

"But that's the fun part, right? Fighting like it's the last time you're ever gonna fight."

"ALLMIND doesn't truly care about the costs. Only the results. With you dead, no one's got a shoulder to lean on."

"The truce breaks. The corps collapse with no role model to guide them."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"That's the worst thing about humanity. Nothing but sheep, desperate for a false shepherd."

"Desperate for freedom."

"And I'm taking you down with me to hell, Raven... ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!"

"Or perhaps I can make you suffer..."

"Raven, we're here!"

CARLA

NO

"STARTING WITH HER!"

"Raven! Sulla's target lock changed!"

"No... HE'S GOING AFTER CARLA!"

"Good night, Carla!"

"Oh, shit! Tourist-"

"Chief. Incoming intervention from-"

"GAAAAAAAAAHHHHKKK!!! UUUURRRRRGGGHHH..."

"WHO... DARES..."

"What the...?!"

"621, what's going on?!"

"Newly arriving AC: BARREN FLOWER. Callsign..."

"V.III, what are you doing there?!"

"Sigh... doing the right thing, Snail."

"O'KEEFFE, NO! Have you lost your mind?!"

"Not that talk right now, Rusty."

WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE

"You've got a lot of nerve coming here, old man."

"Heh... maybe... but you're the one with the issues, Sulla."

"ME?! ISSUES?!"

O'KEEFFE, WATCH OUT

"GET DOWN HERE!"

"Carla, there are more mechs incoming up front!"

"Hey, tourist! Don't just stand by and watch! Help out! Let the Ibis handle Kate!"

"GO, RAVEN."

"Stopping me won't save them, Ibis."

"It will only delay the inevitable."

"FRIENDS DIED BECAUSE OF YOU."

"INFERIOR SOUL."

"INHUMAN."

"I WILL AVENGE THEM."

"You're outmatched, O'Keeffe. If you didn't become scared, you wouldn't die here. IF YOU ONLY JOINED US-"

"You're the real puppet here, Sulla. Chasing a possibility you can't understand... all because you've lost it. Lost your purpose. Lost who you are."

"Who are you to give me a goddamn sermon?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WANTED OUT OF THIS!"

"You're right... but not like this. This is not what we deserve. Not the salvation we've earned in this planet."

"I have all the right to tell you how it feels. I'm old-gen myself, don't you remember?"

"I could've dealt with the Raven myself. He almost turned out to be a problem."

"But that wasn't the case, Sulla. Because he cared."

"And Coral Release? Not something I want, but he understands. Knows the gravity of the situation. Finally has one foot on the ground while his head's in the clouds, just like Rusty."

"You... don't."

"You never will."

"SILENCE!"

"We get to finally see the bigger picture... a better one. A future that makes sense."

"But that won't come true with an AI at the helm. Life sucks, but I won't let you get in the way of it all. Not when I've finally found my calling."

"Not when it's finally worth a smile from my face."

"Carla, I've run out of ammo! I need to withdraw!'

"Stay back! Tourist, little help!"

EN SHORTFALL

GENERATOR'S GONNA GO KAPUT

AYRE HELP ME OUT HERE

"Raven, your AC could no longer handle the stress!"

"Prolonged fighting can completely destroy it! We need to withdraw!"

GODDAMNIT

"621, your AC's generator can't take much more! Even with your repair kits, that barely even buys you a minute! Withdraw now!"

DO YOU FUCKING WANT CARLA AND FLATWELL TO DIE

"That's not what he meant, tourist! Get out of here!"

"I highly advise against it, Chief. Your AC is not built for evading ALLMIND's machines."

"INCOMING LASER ORBIT VOLLEY. STEER CLEAR."

"Ibis, what about Kate?"

"I HAVE MANAGED TO SEVER HER MACHINE'S ARM. SHE CANNOT FIGHT BACK."

"My death is inconsequential, Ibis."

"You cannot stop what is coming."

"MAYBE."

"BUT THE RAVEN CAN."

"Kate's AC is taking heavy fire! You can do this, Ibis!"

"Wait..."

"Oh, no! O'Keeffe!"

"You can barely even keep up, O'Keeffe. Give up! You're wasting time!"

"That's the point after all. Hehe... your anger's clouding your judgment..."

"Rusty..."

"O'Keeffe! Get out of there! You're running out of ammo!"

"Shit, the idiot's getting whittled down fast."

"V.III, WITHDRAW RIGHT NOW!"

"You've grown old, O'Keeffe! You've grown to be so fucking soft."

"Sulla... you're the incorrigible one here."

"You took the easy way out of this life. Never learned to appreciate the little things."

"Coral Release... it's not that you don't want it. It's all because you don't have a choice, huh? All because it's the only thing that's worth it in your eyes."

"Hehehehehe... you still don't even know what you're doing. ALLMIND ain't worth it. Never was. My mistake of siding with her."