So Soldier's VA died as I was writing this chapter, and by sheer coincidence I was planning to make this chapter focused on Soldier. You might even call it my tribute to Rick May.
May you rest in peace you magnificent bastard.
...Also XCOM: Chimera Squad was released, rip my free time.
More commissions in the author's note. This time I got HDD Nepgear with the changes made by the enhancements.
Interdimensional RED-Coded Contract
Highly Motivated Disaster
Soldier woke up comfortably tucked into his bed, with his Tactical Visor besides his bed.
And the world immediately felt safer.
He grabbed his Heavy Pulse Rifle, a cutting edge experimental weapon capable of shooting either pulse projectiles or spiral rockets, and also his bag of biotic emitters and he was ready to-
...Wait a sec.
...Wrong game, wrong soldier.
Soldier woke up with a disturbing smile on his face, and his old helmet besides his bed.
And that alone was bad news for everyone.
He grabbed his Rocket Launcher, a weapon that fired rockets which seemed to be filled with just air and held itself together with dumb luck and duct tape, and his trusty shovel that could spontaneously burst into flames at any moment and he was ready to keep America safe and sound. The safe and sound part was debatable.
He kicked the door of his room open, its knob punching a hole in the wall before the entire thing fell off the hinges. In addition the kick destroyed the door's lock.
The mercenary was awake for a solid minute and already something was broken. He was off to a good start.
"God bless America!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.
If somebody saw him they would notice him twitching at irregular intervals, and if they took a peek underneath his helmet they would see unblinking and unnaturally wide-open eyes.
He rushed for the teleporter, falling off the stairs and almost killing himself in the process. He continued on as if nothing happened. Scout and Spy, who saw the whole thing happening, watched Soldier with concern and wariness. They relaxed once their teammate disappeared, taking the stairs leading to the Resupply Room and the teleporters.
A moment later Medic came down asking if they knew who broke into his supply. They didn't, but they told him what they just saw.
Medic just sighed.
...
The teleporter took Soldier to the Basilicom, where he immediately hitched a ride to Lowee. And from their little Gingerbread House the mercenary ventured off into the wilderness.
But first he had to get through the doors, and the same solution as before applied.
However unlike the last time, this time he kicked the doors so hard his foot just went through it. In a comical display the mercenary cursed and hopped on one leg as his kicking foot actually became stuck within the door. The splinters scratched against his pants and skin as Soldier tried to rip his leg free, to the point where he lost balance and fell onto the floor.
To add salt to the injury, the door broke off as well and fell on top of him, his foot still lodged inside.
Words cannot express how much he hated doors right now.
It took some time and patience Soldier didn't have, but once he freed his foot there was nothing stopping him from venturing into the wilderness for reasons unknown even to him. Rom and Ram were playing outside, building snowmen together, and they saw everything; from Soldier kicking a hole in the door, to him spending 10 minutes trying to get himself out, and finally to him rushing into the snow, jumping over their snowman with a somersault, doing cartwheels, pirouettes and other fancy tricks. The mere sight of it was so surreal that Rom was getting nervous just by witnessing it.
Ram meanwhile was one bad jump away from trying murder the dummy. He gave her and Mr Snowballman a scare and she didn't like it.
"Watch where you're going you dummy!" She yelled, but Soldier didn't hear her. The guy was already weird normally, but he was being extra weird today, she thought to herself. Then a thought occurred to her, and Ram turned to her sister. "Rom, I think he was the one who who stole our candies!"
Rom blinked. "H-Huh?" Not knowing how Ram came to this conclusion.
The twins had woken up one certain day to find a good chunk of their sweets missing. They have failed to find the culprit of this hideous crime but now Soldier has been acting very suspicious. Ram would give chase but Mr. Snowballman needed his head, nose and eyes to live. And maybe a hat to look stylish.
These guys had lots of hats, they probably wouldn't notice if one went missing.
Soldier had no idea where he was going. He just went wherever his legs carried him, energy and motivation burned within his body, forcing it to take one more step forward. Snow crunched beneath his feet and his body shivered under the cold temperature, but he kept going. This communist snow and coldness was no match for his hot american body.
The hot part may be debatable.
He finally stopped at a small clearing in the middle of nowhere. Not because he reached his destination but because he had to stop, take off his helmet and rub his eyes in disbelief.
In front of him were walking bombs.
Living spherical bombs were goofing around in front of the mercenary. Dotted eyes and small legs gave them a cute exterior, while the fuse on top of their head was like a sign saying 'I'm a bomb!'. One detail that didn't match everything was the wind-up keys on their backs.
One of those bombs spotted him and started beeping. It turned red for a short moment before it disappeared with a loud 'boom'. Only a black stain was left.
Soldier intently stared at the remains of the explosion. He felt something pushing within his mind, nagging at his subconsciousness and demanding to be realized. He moved his gaze towards another Bob-omb, then at his own hands, and then…
He understood the truth.
A loud gunshot and then an even louder explosion, and another Killachine bit the dust, its body reduced to metal scraps. Sniper yawned at their thirtieth kill this morning.
The mercs, namely Sniper, Demo, Engineer, Heavy and Pyro, were gathered inside the World's Labyrinth, destroying Killachines one by one as the Mascot teleported them at their signal.
It wasn't as fun and awesome as you would think. One sticky trap with the Scottish Resistance, a few headshots from Sniper and a short burst from Heavy was enough to destroy each machine. Engineer kept them stocked and Pyro with a Sentry Gun were there as an insurance. And if things got really nasty then the Mascot could always simply teleport the Killachine out.
This was, ironically, the lowest-risk assignment they had so far. Even the assaults on ASIC's facilities were more dangerous, and the Mercs were protected by the Re;Spawn system at that time.
It was also very dull and boring.
The mercs had been doing this for days, taking breaks and/or switching members every few hours. The witness that Blanc assigned them didn't bother to show up after two days of the boring grind. They were expecting to see an epic battle between the mercenaries and an army of giant death robots, and instead she got a boring grind that, while efficient, safe and practical, was just boring to watch. After seeing enough she simply went to the Guild and said "Yeah, they got it handled."
However it brought results; despite not being done with the Killachines the morale within Lowee skyrocketed, and by extension Blanc's shares were rising pretty high.
A few mercs ducked and covered their heads as pieces of metal started flying. One con of using fourteen sticky bombs to obliterate a robot was having to deal with the rain of shrapnell, and after dealing with this for days the mercs started to become bored.
Demoman placed a new batch of bombs, Sniper and Heavy reloaded their weapons and then Lowee's Mascot teleported another single Killachine into the area. Its health went to 0 within seconds.
Reset the trap, reload weapons, summon a new Killachine and destroy it. Rinse and repeat. With an occasional break to eat and for the Mascot to clean up the place.
Having time to actually prepare themselves and the area made a world of difference. When Merasmus summoned them to Lowee the mercs were doing scratch damage, and then none once the Killachines realized the CPUs were in the area.
Now they could lay a bomb trap to demolish their armor and have either Heavy bring it down with sheer firepower or have Sniper destroy their head, or do both just to be sure.
"And that makes it fifty." The voice of the Mascot resonated through the whole dungeon. "Shall we take a break?"
Sniper immediatelyjumped at the chance, he needed to take a piss. "Fine by me." This snowballed into other mercs accepting the break as well, using this chance to eat lunch or rest. The Mascot, while forced to still constantly teleport the Killachines around, now was feeling relieved that her duty was soon to be over.
There was a big nice pile of destroyed Killachines near Lowee's gate. The citizens were staring in awe as the corpses of these legendary mechanical menaces were being dumped in front of their nation, one by one, all in pieces, and more just keep getting portaled through. Some children were even trying to climb the pile… much to the horror of their parents.
"Haaah." Demoman sighed as he collapsed into a chair, Scottish Handshake already open and in his hand. "Say, how many did we kill so far?"
"Including the fifteen Killachines in Lowee, 465 out of 1086 Killachines are dead." The Mascot replied.
While the Mascot couldn't be there with the mercenaries, she still had powers to communicate with them at a distance. Especially when with each dead Killachine she needed to divert less power into moving the Killachines around.
Demoman gave out a pleased noise, before taking a swig of his drink. "Easy money~" He sang.
"How much is Blanc paying you for this?" The Mascot asked.
"Fifty fer robot." Demoman said.
"Just fifty?" If the Mascot had eyes, they would blink in confusion. "That seems a bit-"
"Fifty-thousand bucks." The merc clarified. And with over 1000 machines to kill, the mercs are going to get really rich really quickly. With basically zero risk as well, thanks to the Emergency Re;Spawn System and the Mascot's protection.
Demoman didn't really do the math yet, but the first thing he'll do is to go to the bar. He needed a refill.
"Oh." Meanwhile the Mascot was left speechless. That much money for a single robot? The Mascot wondered if Blanc would be able to afford all of this.
...
Back in Lowee Blanc was currently balancing the budget and gripping her head in frustration. The reason for that frustration was her overestimating just how much money they have left. Because as it happened Lowee couldn't really afford paying the mercs, not unless they want to cut the funding of few other very important sectors.
She dug herself a hole and now she had to find a way to fix it somehow.
But the mercs didn't know about Blanc's current money problem, so they happily slaughtered the machines without worry.
"...I am in awe of how much capital you'll be getting."
Demoman laughed cheerily. "I know, right? Want a drink?" He reached out towards the sky, as he actually couldn't see where the Mascot was.
"Thank you for your offer, but I must decline. I don't drink."
Demoman wasn't bothered, he simply shrugged and put the bottle to his mouth. "Meh, your loss lassie."
For a moment they fell into a comfortable silence, with the sounds of other mercs as a background. Demoman was content with things as they were now; he had his drink, he was on break and he would be getting a lot of money. Life was good. Then everything changed when Soldier appeared.
...Actually nothing changed.
But the sight of Soldier running madly through the area, while carrying what seemed to be a bomb, raised a few eyebrows. Either because they've been wondering where he went or what he was planning to do with that thing. But no one actually raised a finger to stop or even interrogate him. They just let him be because they weren't his focus.
Once he reached the teleporter he was out of their mind as quickly as he appeared.
The moment she laid her eyes on him, Mina was already planning to drill the whole security department. If not her then Blanc. Because they failed at their job and now Soldier was standing there...
ゴゴゴゴ Menacingly.ゴゴゴゴ
And he wasn't alone, he was carrying a bomb and raising said explosive for her to get a good look at it.
"Look what I found!" He cheerfully exclaimed. His excitement comparable to Rom and Ram after they've finished their drawing.
At first Mina dismissed him because she had an important meeting, which happened in the previous chapter. "I'm sorry Soldier but I'm-" Then the Oracle took one off-hand gaze at the mercenary. "Is that a- T-throw it away!"
The grin on his face widened and Mina threw herself underneath the desk. Soldier grabbed the wind-up key and twisted it, and the Bob-omb in his hands immediately turned crimson red as Soldier kept twisting the key.
"Spinning, spinning!"
If someone had no idea what was going on, Soldier's laughter might as well resemble the sounds of an excited monkey. Mina cowered in fear as Soldier winded up the key on the bomb, putting up each and every barrier spell she knew in rapid succession.
Soldier never realized when, but he blew himself up… only that the explosion didn't kill him. It didn't even harm him, it merely turned everything black, as if the bomb was full of black paint and not explosives.
Soldier left the room satisfied.
However as he left he was met with not one, but both Lowee Candidates. Not very happy ones. "What did you do with our sweets!?" Ram demanded. Rom glared at him from behind her sister… she tried but she didn't look threatening at all, merely adorable.
"What?"
Ram stomped her feet and inched closer. "What did you do with them!?" She roared and Blanc, hearing Ram screams, started to hurry up. Now the Big Sis Apocalypse was en route faster than ever, and Soldier was about to get his ass kicked even if he didn't know it yet.
"What?"
Ram kicked him in the shin, Rom shook her head in disappointment. Soldier was still confused about what was going on. He knew however that his leg started to hurt. "Go back to your mama you unbehaved brat!" He pointed at her and left.
Ram yelled at Soldier to stop but he just jumped out of the window, breaking the glass with his bare hands as he did so. Rom and Ram shrieked at the broken glass fell against the floor and Blanc was with them just a moment later, roaring the name of the perpetrator.
"Soldier!"
The ground seemed to shake from Blanc's voice.
But the merc was long gone.
Continuing his reign of terror, Soldier roamed around the Land of White Serenity. Or rather he soared around the Land of White Serenity, as he traveled the city not by foot but via a chain of rocket jumps. Citizens watched the merc pass them in awe, and those who were in his way quickly moved or were accidentally tackled.
Rom and Ram were already chasing him, HDD letting them fly too.
Blanc, as much as she wanted to beat Soldier's skull, stayed behind to check on Mina.
The CPU Candidates had an advantage of agility and maneuverability, however Soldier kept gaining ground due to his raw speed and experience. Having just 4 rockets in his weapon didn't stop the merc from doing impressive pogo-jumps around the nation, and the momentum carried him far and high above the ground.
"Stop, you dummy!" Ram shouted at the mercenary, but that just fell on deaf ears.
"I don't think he heard you." Rom said to her twin.
In fact it would be weirder if he did hear her, as both the distance and loud explosions made it very hard to make any conversation. But Ram didn't want to talk to him, she wanted him to stop so she can kick his butt.
And if chasing him won't work, then Ram had a different idea.
"C'mon Rom! Let's set up a trap!"
The more outgoing CPU Candidate made a sudden U-turn, spooking her twin as she tried to catch up to her sister. They flew onto the outskirts of the nation, where the area was a bit more open-spaced. It was perfect because Soldier needed to actually see the bait to fall into the trap.
They picked a spot in the middle on a road, where there weren't any obstacles blocking the view. And it wasn't a road that cars used anyway, so there wasn't any risk of making a traffic accident. It was a path intended for travelers on foot.
After that they needed materials to actually construct the trap.
...That was harder, as the twins had no idea where they could even get this stuff. But after some asking around and making puppy eyes the twins managed to net themselves just what they needed; a good stick, a big cardboard box and some rope.
You probably see where this was going.
Ram's idea was to prop the box with the stick, and put bait underneath. Then once Soldier was in position the Lowee Candidates will start casting spells on him. And after that they can finally start demanding what he did with their sweets.
Ram already knew they couldn't trap him in a box. She was not a child anymore, she was twelve. That didn't make the box any less fun to set up though.
"But what would we use as bait?" Rom asked. This whole idea relied on the bait managing to attract Soldier's attention. This required something that would surely interest him enough to stop. There was one thing Ram knew he really loved.
Americ-
"Hats."
Hats.
The mercenaries loved hats.
Their collection of headwear was much bigger than their armory. For a group of mercenaries their wardrobe was ridiculously big.
Ram took off her own hat and placed it underneath the box.
Then her world went dark.
"I'm sorry!" Rom yelled. She had accidently pulled the rope and made the box fall on her sister. Ram yelped in panic and tripped, falling down onto the snow and getting half her body stuck under her own trap. She lashed out in a random direction, trying to free herself, however they glued some of Blanc's books onto the top of the box, which made the box heavier and harder to tip over.
Rom ran to help her twin and finally knocked the box off her. The box toppled over and its walls gave up under the weight of the books. "Rom!" Meanwhile Ram was irritated that her blue-clad sister messed up. "Why did you do that?!"
The other twin sniffed and almost broke down into tears. "I-I'm sorry-"
"Oh no!"
And before Rom could truly let the tears flow she saw a red blur just crashing into the ground. The suddenness and abruptness of this surprised her. Ram also turned away to see what just happened behind her, and she couldn't believe her luck. "Huh?"
Soldier was buried in the snow just one meter away from them. Ram turned back towards her sister, her expression screaming 'Are you seeing this?' before looking back at Soldier once more. He was still there, it wasn't a trick of her eyes.
It wasn't actually how Ram imagined them catching him, but this worked anyway. She grabbed her staff and walked towards the merc. "Aha! We got you now! Now give us back our sweets!" She poked him with her staff. Soldier gave no response.
"Hey! Say something!"
She tapped him on the head, and Rom was finally starting to see a few things that were just… wrong. Like... his neck shouldn't be able to bend that way. "Ram?" She said to her sister, just as Ram was starting to figure it out too.
"Soldier?" Ram put her staff down and crouched beside him. She put her hands on his shoulders and shook him, the merc still offered no response. Rom and Ram already forgot about the sweets. "H-Hey, are you okay? Say something."
Rom cast a healing spell.
It didn't work.
Because unbeknownst to them Soldier fell to a clumsy, painful death, caused by his repeated rocket jumps and a poor landing. Ram grabbed her staff and stood up. "R-Rom! We gotta call someone! A doctor!"
"Mhm!"
The Twins ran back towards the Basilicom, their high-speed maintained by adrenaline and leftover sugar from the sweets they ate. They gathered help and got Soldier back to Planeptune for Re;Spawn. Rom and Ram never knew they just witnessed Soldier's death and Blanc ordered everyone to not inform them.
Back in Planeptune Soldier woke up sober, unharmed and very confused. He had no recollection of what happened or what he was doing. The only thing he knew was that he was back in their Resupply Room back at the Hotel.
"What?"
"Oh, hello."
A chilling voice softly spoke from behind him, its tone sending chills down Soldier's spine. Those chills weren't actually caused by the voice, but rather by a needle entering his back. And the chills were both that, and his body growing numb.
His legs buckled underneath the merc and he fell onto the ground. Adrenaline started to course through his veins and he tried to gather his strength, but it was no use. His glorious american muscles wouldn't listen to him, whatever communist drug was in that communist needle was forcibly relaxing his muscles.
"You have been very naughty, you know zhat? Mein friend."
Medic stepped into his vision, his lab coat was pearl white and the rest of his body clean. He crouched besides Soldier and grabbed his head, shutting up the string of curses Soldier was about to unleash.
"You know zhere are some of my medicine missing, very important medicine needed for some of my experiments. Vould you know anything about zhat?"
Medic let go of Soldier to let him speak, Soldier had no intention of cooperating. "Go to hell you communist cream puff. Your nazi interrogation techniques are no match for my superior american spirit!"
While Soldier was ranting at Medic he was taking another syringe, this one empty. Then he inserted it into Soldier's neck, where a vein was located. Then the syringe was filled with blood. "Vell, a quick blood analysis will answer everything. And-"
A drunken Demoman stumbled into the Resupply Room, while that view wouldn't be anything special his loud cheer was enough to interrupt the german. "Ah Soldier! We still got some of that Glyphid Slammer stuff, wanna drink it with me?"
"Demoman, help!" Soldier cried out. "They got me!"
"Herr Soldier is a bit busy, Demo." Medic said at the same time. "Some of my drugs vent missing und people said herr Soldier vas acting veird."
"Caffeine pills?"
That caught Medic's attention. "Do you knov something?" Demoman laughed awkwardly and reached into his pocket. From that pocket he pronounced a bottle of pills, Medic recognized it as one of his drugs that went missing.
"Sorreh, I got a cool recipe from a pal at the bar. Really wanted to try it out but we've been missing a few things. Like sugar or caffeine."
So Demoman looted his cabinet in search for substitutes, Medic finally learned where his stuff went. He pocketed his syringe, still intending to analyze the blood, and reached out to Demoman. "Vell, vhere is it?" If he already turned it into beverage then Medic wanted some as well, after all it was made from his own supplies.
Demoman cheered and reached into his pouch, from there he pulled out a dark glass bottle with a white sticker stuck on it. The sticker had 'Glyphid Slammer' written on it with black marker. "Here ya go. But be careful, it's very strong."
Medic grabbed the bottle, opened it and sniffed the content. It smelled like beer and energy drink, an interesting combination that would spell trouble if someone like Soldier got his hands on it. Proven by everything that happened within this chapter.
The bottle was brought to Medic's lips and he took one hefty swig. It was enough to surprise him with the sweet taste and how… energizing this beer was. One swig was enough to force a disturbing smile onto Medic's face, one that prophesied an end of the world. Drinking more just made the situation worse.
Medic was now wide awake, and also drunk and highly motivated.
"How was it?" Demoman asked, not realizing what he has just brought into this cursed land. Medic stared at his hands, his eyes wide open and unblinking. And then slowly… he started to chuckle. He chuckled softly, barely audibly to anyone, then it grew louder before it evolved into a full-out laughter. Demoman only smiled at the fact his teammate liked his brew.
Medic grabbed Demoman by his shoulders. "I feel better zhan ever, mein friend!" He said to him, before running out of the Resupply Room and returning to his lab.
It took a mere 10 seconds for Demoman to hear… something happening. The walls were supposed to be sound-proofed as well, so the merc had no idea what Medic was doing back in his lab. He did not care though.
"Ah, so what were you up to?" Demo said to Soldier, as he took a seat on a bench.
"I can't move." Soldier said.
"Is that so?" Demoman hummed, seeing a syringe still piercing Soldier's back. The merc grabbed it and yanked it out. "How about now?" He asked. Soldier tested his muscles for a moment, he tried to stand up but he couldn't. His muscles still refused to listen to him.
"Still nothing."
"Welp, I'm outta ideas then." Demoman threw the syringe over his shoulder. It fell onto the floor and rolled into the corner. "Doc's pretty busy too. I'll ask Histoire."
Demoman turned around and left, leaving Soldier alone to rot in the Resupply room. "Damn you, Englishman. Come back here!" Soldier screamed at him, but Demo ignored him and stepped onto the teleporter.
The teleporter moved him to the Basilicom, where he was met with a feeling where something was wrong. He left the room the teleporter was in and the doors automatically closed with a click. That thing was weird too, because those doors were supposed to stay open. Now he couldn't go back.
The hallways looked the same as always, clean and tidy. However they were completely empty. Not a soul in sight. No one was patrolling. If that wasn't a clear enough sign that something was wrong, then the loud alarm ringing through the Basilicom was another hint. And if even that wasn't enough then there was an announcement going through the intercom.
"Security status RED. I repeat. Security status RED."
Demoman had no idea what status red meant. It was the first time he heard the security here even had statuses. However common sense told him that the alarms, completely empty hallways and even an announcement wasn't a sign that nothing was happening and everything was fine.
He wasn't actually ready for battle, and he couldn't go back for his equipment because the doors behind him were locked. All he had was the Eyelander.
"A dangerous individual has entered the Basilicom. This building is now on lockdown."
Individual. Just one person. Demoman's immediate thought was that he could handle just a single person with only the Eyelander. Then he blew up that thought after he realized there were a number of people he would certainly not handle alone. The fact that the whole building went on lockdown because of them said they were someone dangerous. Maybe a CFW.
Demoman fell onto the ground, dead. He killed himself to quickly return to base and gear up. Call his team too if he was able to.
"...Where do I begin." Machias Vanessa sighed. He had so much to say about that little cunt he had difficulties picking just one. "For starters: She would throw you under the bus the moment it benefited her. She already did so with me, that's why I'm here."
Did she give him a choice? Nope. She hauled him to meet the CFWs, mindfucked him to get information about Miss Pauling and then dumped him here, at the mercy of an adorably tiny fairy who could throw him away for anything at any moment.
"She wouldn't even give you a choice. It's her way, or none. Manhandles others into submission and orders them around, saying that this was the only way and there weren't other alternatives. She's mistaking 4D chess for checkers."
To Histoire this meeting was already becoming fruitful, as the man in front of her has painted quite a picture of their Mysterious Benefactor. The fairy would never have actually guessed it from just the letters she was getting.
There was a different side of her after all. And the True Goddess was for some reason supporting her.
"Mistaking 4D chess for checkers? Could you elaborate?" Histoire asked.
"She had a genius idea to try and kill Miss Pauling. As if others before her didn't already try." Machias said, crossing his arms.
"Mhm." Histoire nodded and turned her attention at 5pb. "What about you, 5pb? What do you think of her?"
The idol jumped at being talked to. Histoire had no idea someone who performed on stage (in such a skimpy outfit no less) even had the capacity of being so nervous. "S-She's not that bad... right?"
Right. 5pb wasn't even sure of her answer, nonetheless Histoire nodded. Even something like that was useful.
"She attacked us and tried to kill me just because I was with Miss Pauling, she forced herself into our life without giving us a choice." Machias said to the idol.
Histoire interrupted them. "You were working for Miss Pauling?"
"I was." Machias nodded. "That ended the moment she went ahead and tried to kill her. Now I'm basically branded traitor."
Histoire nodded at his answer. Then before they could continue Histoire has received a notification from the security. A moment later the sirens started blaring, spooking both 5pb and Machias. Histoire quickly glanced at the notification before pulling out the camera footage from the reception.
All of her thoughts ground to a halt.
"Mr. Vanessa. Wasn't Falcom with Samantha?"
The old man briefly stiffened at the question. A dark feeling growing within his gut.
"...She ran away, why?"
The letter didn't say anything about this. Histoire wanted to scream. Miss Neikan told her about everything but this.
Her receptionist was dead, and blue haired woman with the cursed purple blade went deeper into the building. The locked doors didn't hinder her at all, she cleaved right through them. It couldn't be anyone but Falcom.
"She's here."
Falcom has entered the Basilicom.
Interdimensional RED-Coded Contract
Highly Motivated Disaster
And it's finally starting. After 3 chapters of break I can finally move onto the good stuff. Falcom's assault on the Basilicom.
And this isn't even the main event. I have so much more to show you, you'll love it.
I started playing Deep Rock Galactic and I've fell in love with it. The Glyphid Slammer is actually one of the beers from this came. It's a combination of cheap but strong ale with energy drink.
Nepgear in her HDD: ht()tps:/i.()imgur.()com/uTIL8vw.()png
I also have a variation of that, with her having white hair. It's not canon though. ht()tps:/i.()imgur.()com/pPFoSFL.()png
Responses:
- Mustafao0
You're right. Mercs technology would come in handy, and very early in the story there was a scene where Histoire asked the Mercs to share their Re;Spawn system with everyone else.
Yeah I can do something with it, not now though. now we're in for a bumpy ride.
