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Lieutenant Colonel.

I know. I just saw them.

They're trying to block us.

It's not going to be easy. I told you before.

Turning on a dime's not this baby's thing.

You don't have to worry, though. I'll handle them.

Just head straight for the morpho and don't stop.

Tell us how!

Well, I was hoping I could land before you guys had to get off, but... Are you

just going to drop us?

From this altitude?

Oh, it's okay.

Screw, we did build it in kind of a rush, but there's no reason it shouldn't

work. My point is, you don't have to worry about us. I came prepared and

a spare.

Lieutenant Colonel, you're just distracting the enemy. You don't need to

After making contact, evacuate straight to the forest.

Ah, right, thank you.

But listen, don't underestimate me, kid.

May the speed of...

Everyone,

prepare for impact.

Lieutenant Colonel.

Let's go.

I don't know.

Oh

Contact with the Noxner are not good.

All troops were dropped before the signal was lost, and they're still

But we've just received word from Lieutenant Nothin that they've

enemy. They've constructed a defensive perimeter.

What's Nord Lake's situation right now?

The task force is currently in combat with the Morpho's defenders, and is

rapidly approaching the target.

If there's money around it, Jim's ears alone can't help.

The morpho's kind of like a millipede, isn't it? I'd say it's more like a

centipede. It's got long legs and it's kind of squirming around.

Who cares? Either way, it's completely disgusting.

Layrather HQ.

We've sighted the enemy near the high -speed train terminal at Kreuzbeck City.

Doesn't seem to have finished its repairs.

This is Layrather HQ, roger. A United Kingdom observation unit is standing by.

Roger. Now initiating combat.

We all need help.

Impact confirmed near Kreuzbeck City Terminal. Likely a Morpho attack.

Impossible! It wasn't supposed to repair itself!

What if it wasn't a repair, but perhaps a swap -out?

It would have been much faster to put an undamaged core into a spare.

So they've succeeded in luring us out.

All of the United Kingdom observers were lost in the attack. Every single one of

them, sir.

God damn it. Those worthless hunks of crap.

We've got no choice now but to do a saturation missile strike. There's no

Supposing you did do that, where would you fire them?

The enemy's location is still unknown. They could be anywhere.

Our radar's down.

We have no observation drone.

But it's a rail -based cannon. If we can fully demolish the track, then we're

home free.

It already can hit most of our forward bases from where it is, right?

And they'd repair the rails before we could even reload.

We'd only be wasting missiles.

With Nordlux having failed this mission, we'll have to resort to plan B.

We need to protect the western front from artillery attack to slow down the

bleeding for now.

And what will you do after now passes?

Send in some other random team?

Without even a way to open a safe path home for them?

Abandoning the soldiers you sent into enemy territory to protect yourself?

Scrapping the rest of the plan?

That's simply abhorrent conduct.

Beneath humanity, even.

As the Federation's acting president and its commander -in -chief, I have to ask

you in all seriousness and anger, do you honestly think I'd allow that?

The Federation has higher ideals to uphold.

Even if we entertain forsaking them, well then, we'd be better off destroyed.

It'd be our own fault after all.

You allowed me to take on the full powers of the presidency.

And now you must live with the consequences.

You insist that the only way we can survive is an unethical one.

Then I maintain you'll have to die here along with my ideals.

It seems that may be unnecessary.

All members of Nordlicht have survived.

And they're still attempting to destroy the Morpho.

And to think the real one was somewhere else.

For real. Even you couldn't tell.

Okay, everyone.

We're changing targets.

Heading 280.

Distance 5 ,000.

Equip heat rounds.

Get in position.

Roger.

Hail Rider to no face. Come in.

Approved firing schedule complete. Over.

Special target, known by the call sign Balaguer, was successfully lured in and

destroyed. The analysis was correct.

Balaguer could not detect the spare when it was in sleep mode.

No face to Hail Rider.

Proof confirmation of Balaguer's destruction.

Hail Rider to no face.

That is unnecessary.

Balaguer was utterly annihilated.

Roger, no face.

Vacate your firing position and return to your designated district.

Roger.

Fuck.

Don't tell me they can fight that.

You think this silly toy comes to defeat me?

But Laker, it can still move.

No way.

Oh, wait, is that... You're still alive.

Well, not for much longer. Say goodbye!

All right, now what?

Should I fire again, Shin?

Hello?

Shin!

No face to Pale Rider.

You are instructed to leave the enemy to your escorts and withdraw.

Then the Pale Rider can know me. That order is simply unacceptable.

I will obliterate the enemy.

No face to Pale Rider.

I repeat, you are instructed to leave the enemy to your escorts and withdraw

from the combat zone immediately.

If you make it that out because you want to kill me, where's the fun?

At this extremely close range, the enemy Velpris has the advantage, not you.

In addition, the use of your weapons under these conditions could very likely

prove fatal to Barlager.

For all these reasons, you are strictly forbidden to participate in this battle

and must fall back down.

You are ordered to return to your designated district without further

and continue to fight there.

I

repeat,

you are to withdraw from this combat area.

Don't get away.

Jin! Jin! What's wrong?

Can't you hear me? I'm talking to you, Jin! Jin! The legions are back! We need

you! They're about to surround us! What do we do, Jin? Come on!

Jin! I believe in you!

We're all gonna die!

Follow them, Morpho. Are you insane?

If we're all together, we can hang on until the main force finally gets here.

Our objective is to... Destroy the Morpho. Now take this town and plant a

here. Let's go.

Why are you 86 so willing to risk your lives for a country that isn't even

yours?

This is insane.

You must know that.

Man, I knew when I got you as my boss I was S .O .L.

This is gonna get me killed.

Listen up, men.

Turn around.

You're all... Good luck. You love hell and now you're going to see what it

like.

We'll cover this zone.

I hate to say it, but even we can't keep up with your mobility.

I don't want to be the one who ends up slowing you down.

Good luck.

That mark.

It belonged to the Nosin clan.

Follow me, beleaguer.

You're like me.

You have no home except your place on the battlefield.

But if you still intend to cling to your pathetic life...

I'll destroy your comrades in your command.

The land you call home, I'll burn them to smoldering cinders right in front of

your eyes.

I'll make sure you're alone forever.

I need to reconfirm this info.

Your small force moves much faster than an entire army. In this case, less is

more. We can't offer artillery backup, let alone air support.

Or send reinforcements.

Will you still continue your pursuit?

We have to.

Fire support and other reserves from the main force were never part of the plan

anyway.

There's no other way.

Maybe, but I have to tell you.

It's embarrassing to hear you say that.

We might have left it to you once, but it shouldn't remain that way once

conditions change. It's just not fair.

If you have changed your mind, you do know you can fall back. There's no shame

in that.

Every minute we spend retreating is the minute the Morpho gets deeper into

Legion Hill territory.

It becomes even harder to destroy.

If you withdraw and are sent home, it won't matter how difficult the mission

to accomplish. You get it?

If we can't defeat the Morpho, we're going to end up dying anyway.

Do you get it?

Retreating today only to die tomorrow is meaningless.

I understand.

Very well.

No.

And I'm glad about it. If I had kids ten years younger worrying about me, I'd be

so mortified it would kill me.

I'm sure you well managed to avoid combat, but I'm still impressed you made

home alive.

I see your skills are as sharp as ever, Spider -Woman.

The Black Widow who slays the Legion.

Stop that murderous praying mantis.

You know where that nickname came from, don't you?

Ah, obviously.

Because I'm the one who came up with it.

There aren't many brides who had to wear their mourning clothes for their

husband's funeral before they got to wear their wedding dress.

You're terrible.

The Major General and I were ready to annoy you by filling the wedding hall

roses. That's what you get for rejecting me and choosing a selfish idiot who

left his wife behind.

I don't care about the monsters at all.

But don't waste your tears on them again.

They don't deserve it.

You stupid?

She's in heat.

Open it, Fido.

Quickly.

That's an order.

Open it.

Are you kidding me right now?

Why did you follow us? If something happens, you're gonna die too.

Because I don't...

Yes,

I really am a hostage.

Not to keep you from running away from the battlefield, but to keep you from

evading your duty to come home alive.

Even you wouldn't want a delicate, frail little girl like me to die with you,

right? Surely you couldn't be that deranged.

If I told you to take her back... Don't be ridiculous. The only person who could

do that would be you.

Don't ask me.

There's a ton of Legion between us and the main force. No way I'd get past

Would you like to go with Fido, then?

I can't see that working.

Fine. Whatever.

I'll take her.

She won't fit in anyone else's but mine, right?

Thank you.

Don't do it again.

You didn't have to do this.

We're not going to die out here, okay?

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Right. Lunchtime. Let's eat. Yeah.

We were just preparing it.

We'll need to make another meal.

Frederica.

You know how to use it, right?

If we end up getting wiped out, and you can't meet up with the main army, you

should end things on your terms.

Are you sure?

After all, this is the same gun you used on Eugene and your comrades, isn't it?

I told you to close your eyes.

You fool.

Too late. I saw your memories.

You carry them all, like permanent scars.

Besides, I'm weak and fragile. It's too heavy for a tiny girl like me to hold.

I'm giving it right back to you when we return to base.

So... You'd better make sure you come with me.

Together unto death.