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Handler 1 to Undertaker.

Multiple enemy interceptor groups at points 30 and 50.

Battalion -sized units of Luvas and Growlwolves.

All juggernauts, advance immediately and take them out.

Gotta say, though, with that many of them, I don't think any of you are

back alive.

So go!

Hurry! Move, you pig!

Fight until your bodies break!

86, come!

What the hell is this?

Stop it!

Stay away!

As anyone outside today can see, it's another beautiful day in all 85

around the country.

Why not enjoy some fun with your friends and family?

The clear skies might not complete your whole trip tomorrow, but you can keep

those love rolls at home. Have a great weekend, everyone!

And now, for today's war update from Don Magnolia Military HQ.

The invasion of the Giardian Empire's mechanized infantry drone.

also known as Legion, attacked in Combat District 17 and has been repelled by

our nation's unmanned combat unit, the great and powerful Juggernaut. And this

blow delivered to their forces came at minimal cost.

Thanks to our advanced, ethically responsible drone unit, our nation has

suffered zero human fatalities. The day is near when our righteous and just

nation will finally smash the last remnants of the wicked empire.

Lauren's at Don Magnolia and the five -color flag.

Amazing.

Good morning.

They were really crying their heads off yesterday.

Goddamn pigs.

That fight was insane. I bet I lost five of the things.

Lucky for us that no people were on board.

Watch out, guys.

The doll -loving princess has given us the evil eye.

Come on, Major Millie Day.

Why the long face?

You shouldn't cry over a few busted -up drones.

Listen here.

Good morning.

Good morning, Annette.

You're up early today.

You usually sleep in. Work had me up all night. Unlike those morons, I do my

job.

Just forget about those jerks.

This isn't the battlefield. We're inside the Grand Muir.

And the enemy will be gone in two years.

If anything, you're the weirdo for taking all this military stuff so

I simply think this country's conscience has... I'm sure you do, Miss Sirius.

But I'm not awake enough to listen to another one of your speeches.

What's his problem?

He's just a processor.

A glorified gun.

Yeah, screw him.

Since when do District 1 men like us have to listen to the bitching of the

in District 86?

Why do you care so much about the drones and how they're treated, Lena?

We both know that they aren't drones.

Let me try that again, then.

Why is it you care so much about the 86?

The battlefield is calling, m 'lady.

Confirming ID.

Major Vladilena Milise.

Eastern Theater Forces, Combat District 9. Defense Line 3 Command and Control

Officer.

Pararate. Activate.

Synchronization target.

Pleiades. Processor.

Synchronization complete.

Handler 1 to Pleiades.

I'm glad to be working with you today.

Cleared it, the Handler One.

Sync channel clear.

Make sure you're ready.

The enemy's about to enter firing range.

So take care not to... The 86 aren't human, right?

So why are you always so kind to us?

It's very sweet, Miss Human.

You want to assign me to a new unit?

General Karlstall?

One of the unit's handlers is retiring from his post.

Therefore, a capable replacement is needed immediately.

If they can't leave their post until a successor is decided, does that mean the

unit's defending a key base?

Yes. Defense Line 1 in Eastern Combat District 1, a .k .a. the Spearhead

Squadron. It's made up of veterans from all across the Eastern Theater. They're

nothing short of an ace unit.

Incredible. But I only just made Major. I'm not sure I can handle a unit like

this. You say that as though you're not the youngest person ever to achieve the

rank of Major.

Being overly humble can turn people against you, Lena.

That's good advice.

Sorry, Uncle Jerome. I'm sure that Václav would be so proud.

If only he could see his daughter now.

How's Margareta?

Mother's the same as ever. She won't stop telling me to get married.

That sounds like her.

Back to business.

We can't find a single handler to take this post.

They're an ace unit, right?

Then shouldn't it be a high honor for any Republic soldier to take command of

such capable troops?

Hmm. On paper, yes.

One would think so.

But take a look at the commander's call sign.

Undertaker. There's a story behind that processor's name.

A story?

They've taken to calling it the Reaper.

It destroys any Handler who tries to take control of it.

The Professor destroys the Handler?

Not the other way around?

Correct. And that's not just an urban legend? I don't have time in my schedule

to share urban legends with my subordinates.

Almost every Handler who's dealt with a unit with Undertaker in it has retired

or requested to change units.

Some have even committed suicide.

I know it's hard to believe, but they claim to be haunted.

By the voices of the dead.

The dead?

You're more than welcome to turn this down, really.

You work too hard, anyway.

A handler's job is to monitor the unit. Keep their commands to a minimum. I'll

do it.

I'll be spearhead's next command and control officer, and I'll give it my

You don't need to be doing anything more than your job. For that matter, I wish

you'd stop trying to interact with the processors.

It's the commander's job to know her men.

I swear.

And one more thing. You are to stop including the number of fatalities in

reports.

Officially, there are no humans on the battlefield.

Which means that there are no fatalities.

That doesn't mean we should ignore them.

These things we're doing, they're completely immoral. You really

are just like your father, you know that?

Henceforth, Major Vladilena Milize, you're the designated handler for Combat

District 1, handling Defense Line 1. Make sure to get the paperwork done.

And best of luck.

I will give it my all, until my last mission.

And you accepted?

Do you even realize how weird you are?

Come on, it's an honor to be put in charge of an ace unit. It's an important

job, and that stuff about destroying handlers? That's gotta be made up,

I bet they didn't care about their jobs and just wanted a reason to leave.

Some of them did commit suicide, though.

One of the Spearhead Squadron's handlers went crazy and blew his own head off

with a shotgun.

Well, exam's all done. Another clean bill of health.

You're free to go.

But why commit suicide?

We got a request to look into it.

They thought it might be a problem with the para -raid.

Quitting isn't a big deal.

But a suicide needs to be looked into.

And?

Dunno. You don't know?

I mean, the handler was already dead.

It's not like we could interview him.

Pretty defeatist for the head of the development team.

Hey, we did our job.

Besides, there was nothing wrong with the raid device. End of story.

We told them that if they wanted to know more, they'd have to bring us the

Undertaker. But those idiots in transport were all, This flight has no

seating for pigs.

So, did you get to talk to Undertaker? We had to settle for its report.

A whole lot of nothing.

We told it about the dead handler, and its response was just, I see.

Well, it's an 86.

It's not entirely possible that a para -raid could cause insanity.

It puts extra pressure on part of the brain to allow it to share sensory data

with someone else.

Which is precisely why we only use it to share hearing. If you tried to think

your vision, too, it'd burn out your brain.

Too much load on the brain, and you don't come back.

Using the para -raid means accepting those risks.

Your father was one of the authorities in the field, and still... The

fundamental principles were all developed by someone else.

There's a lot I even don't know, to be honest.

Seriously, Lena.

You should join us in R &D.

Huh? The military is basically a jobs program right now. In two years, when

Legion are gone, ex -military isn't going to mean a thing on your resume.

Thank you.

But we're in wartime right now. Those processors are all nuts. You know that,

right? And who's to say what happens on those pararades? The 86 die all the

time, so I'm not worried about them.

But I don't want that for you.

Running away now would be cowardly.

Yeah,

yeah.

You really are weird.

I updated your settings for you.

Thank you.

Hold on, Lena. I made you a fine cake.

You want a slice?

I think I'll pass today.

See you later. Even if I used real eggs.

And real milk.

That's so good!

So? How'd you like the real thing?

It's amazing!

Well, I wonder if this is how it really tasted.

You forget when you only eat the artificial stuff.

I've got cream puffs, too.

They don't taste like cheese when you didn't put any in. Or look ready to spit

out black smoke, do they? You wouldn't be referring to the cream puffs I made

last time, would you, my dear Lena?

They'll be fine this time.

I gave him to a potential marriage partner yesterday, and he cried tears of

He seems like a good match for once.

Sounds to me like he really appreciates you. Of course he does.

I wrapped the whole batch up with a note addressed to my beloved and sealed it

with a lipstick kiss.

Then put him in the mailbox of the place he lives with his mistress.

What's wrong, Pleiades?

Come in.

Please respond!

Handler One to Pleiades!

Stop!

He's dead.

Hold your fire! Face the maneuvers!

Damn it!

Handler One to all members of Squadron Three.

The enemy unit has commenced its retreat.

Squadron Four will now take over your patrol mission.

Regroup at once, and return to base.

Roger.

About the summon we lost... About Pleiades... I'm so, so sorry.

As always, thank you for your oh -so -kind words, Handler One.

Just so you know, Squadron 3 is going to be re -established.

You're going to be reporting to a new handler from here forward.

Thank you for everything.

I will be the new command and control officer for Spearhead.

That's great news.

You have my deepest sympathies, Handler One.

What are you saying? Say hello to the Reaper for me.

Activate.

Synchronization target.

Beerhead processor.

Stop fooling around and start...

They're

sure having fun.

Our turn.

I got eggs!

Welcome back.

What's up?

I'm coming.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, have fun out there today.

Let's have fun out there, sir.

We've got more omelets if you want them. I want them.

Calm down. I don't even think he chewed the first one.

What do you think?

Here, kitty.

By the way, the guy went crazy, right? That handle of ours? Yeah, and

yesterday's battle.

There's no chance he's coming back.

I heard everything myself. He was all like, hold on, stop it, stay away.

Cut it out, you guys.

They never change, do they?

Those white pigs.

Whoever comes next is just going to do the same damn thing.

Right? Maybe so.

But at least everybody was able to go yesterday. Right, Shin?

Yeah.

Hard to complain.

Well, if we're gonna die anyway, having our beloved Reaper guide us isn't half

bad.

Huh?

You serious?

Here.

Was Cujo able to go?

Yeah.

Did you hear your brother's voice?

No. Let me see.

Nope, none left.

You suck!

I win!

Handler One to all Spearhead units.

Greetings. I am your new command and control officer.

A woman?

I contacted you tonight to introduce myself.

Hello,

Handler One.

This is Spearhead Squadron's combat commander.

Call sign, Undertaker.

That's great to hear.

It's a pleasure to meet you Undertaker.

Thank you for watching!