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"Uh? What is this?"
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(There's also Himehorn's Daily Life and a little wiki in there.)

This is a one-man quest! Only Nyandemo's posts count towards it.

Like all fire, it dies down... after a while. It ends with Roomba and Atma giggling against a wall
next to each other, with the hornmother running around wearing Moody's mask, with Lumina
simply standing there with her right arm cast in white and held in place by a cute black rag
wrapped around her neck. Trash and Vaal are nowhere to be seen. Same with Preah.

You walk up to the toaster, who may or may not have forgotten she just landed a Support Center
amidst the blue version of the wild west.

"So what next Toast?" you ask, drawing the attention of both cute midget ladies. "We have
a ship in the hangar with a taking Hat for a pilot and it's panic-stricken Legs along with an
injured mechanic so far. Do we go out looking for more trouble or should we deal with what we
already have on our plate?"

Roomba seems to pause as she looks at you, yet her eyes aren't slow to dim. "I think we
should wait and see if Wallace is still too scared of everything. I don't think they'll last
much longer out there if we send them off like this."

Your eyes wander to Atma "hmming" to herself. "The Second does this all the time," she says,
looking at Roomba, who glances at her. "They need the surface dwellers to keep on delivering
food into the Second, so they force them to accept goods or services in exchange for it.
And when they refuse... they like to let everyone know what they did. It's kind of funny,
in a very twisted way; they have to keep feeding the same force that holds them down."

"My," Roomba adds, pensibly. Then she just walks past you, caressing your shoulder as she
does, straight up to Lumina, who's standing in front of the wooden wheel. The mechanic
meekly lets the Fake check her meaty cogs and screws, and Roomba grimaces once she
unwraps the bloody hand.

She suddenly looks at the girl's face. "Does it still hurt?" Roomba asks, and Lumina shakes
her head. "I can give you more medicine if you want. We've got plenty."

And Lumina replies, calmly; "I'm ok".

"Nielly, would you mind looking for Trash?" It's Atma, her green beret almost falling from her
silver hair. "We should test the Friend's functionality as soon as possible. I'd go, but
Roomba is still learning how to pilot and the hornmother may have never piloted a class
mega Roamer before."

>>1339494

Omake: Heat

"Really?"

The Captain, a human woman in her early thirties and kibd of plain looking raised an eyebrow.

"Yes I have a female personality and body and my name is Heat. Bucking holes all of them. There are way too many fire themed names they say, buck, I would have taken a serial number but nooo, who cares what I think? I am just the machine."

"Careful, saying those things..."

"What? I can't even say my name is stupid now? I bitch all the time, is in my profile! Anyway new Boss, what's the mission?"

"We have lost communication with the ship Greenland, is classified to hell and back. But most of the robots and Fakes there were build to stand very cold temperatures so they don't have heat resistance."

"Is no fun if you make things too obvious for a joke."

Wait... Greenland... that was a country on Earth right... cold resistance... right.

"So the ship is in one of the poles? Or cool zones or whatever?"

"They were investigating something about a Pocket a witch had made that was basically a greenhouse."

"That myth? Really? How many ships were lost looking for that fairy tale?"

"Way too many. Amyway since you are based on something the Shunsui called Heat Man or something like that and you are a specialist Fake designed to use and support high temperatures while also have some resistance to cold until you run out of... what kind of fuel you use for that fire stuff you do anyway?"

"Plain chemical plane fuel or so the formula says. Is a bitch to get the right chemicals but is not water and those idiots were in they "Make Fakes based on videogames phase." Heat then grins. "I am also classified as an industrial robot, so that means I got the strength limiters released but I need a human handler or I will literally explode in a ball of fire."

"Yeah, weird that they cared to make an user manual for you."

"They had to after their "Proto girl" blew up a ship due to an faulty nuclear power source."

"They used nuclear on a Fake? Christ!"

"And chemicals and fossil fuels for me."

"Those guys are really screwed in the head."

"Tell me about it. So you are registered as my user, do you want a back rub?" Heat winked making the captain blush.

"Eh... you are a Fake so..."

"I have no sexual organs or machine that works like that. But you are my user so you get free backrubs.

>Stare at Toast and feel jelly, then deny it.

>>1339494
"May have never piloted a mega class roamer... Right. Fine, I'll go see where Vaal dragged her off to. Might be awhile before she's free though. Say, the second tends to get rid of anyone who tries to organize the surface don't they? Or at least anyone that does to good a job of it. If the scavengers unionized the second would be royally fucked... That or the second kills them all, takes their ships, crews them with fakes, and solves that problem once and for all."

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>>1339531

"May have never piloted a mega class Roamer..." you ponder at the thought, the
sweet- even cute- image of a hornmother singing from the top of the Greathorn quickly
fading to white. "Right," you stare at Atma, maybe a bit too hard, "fine. I'll go see where
Vaal dragged her off to. Might be awhile before she's free though."

"Remember to knock," Atma adds, carefully.

Yet you ponder a bit more. "Say, the Second tends to get rid of anyone who tries to organize
the surface, don't they? Or at least anyone that does too good a job of it."

Atma deflates in a sigh, her eyes still fixed on you under her green beret. "The surface
dwellers are too busy fighting each other. Their factions betrayed each other so many times
that no one can no longer afford to trust, down here. Of course, the Second had a hand in
that." She glances back at Roomba, who's leaning a bit too close to Lumina as she talks.
Lumina just nods every so often. "And the cities going dry means they end up scavenging the
same places, which leads to even more fighting. To be honest, I think food would have
lasted at least ten times more weren't for the Second... but those are people up there. People
with kids and families." Atma gives a sad grin.

You nod, only once, and only slow. "If the scavengers unionized the Second would be
royally fucked... That or the Second kills them all, takes their ships, crews them with Fakes,
and solves that problem once and for all."

Atma tilts her head. "I don't see that happening, though. Fakes are very expensive and a lot of
people are very afraid of them. And while the Second does have Judges, Armas, Void
triggers, and such... it's not a warship." Atma shakes her head. "It wouldn't stand a chance
not even against a tenth of the Surface together. Not to mention the First, but it's like
my dear sisters are out of the picture, lately. They fend off on their own." She shrugs

>>1339526
>Shunsui

Also, the Toast is plain, too, in that regard. Nananannana!

The omakes are getting better!

>>1339605
"Fakes are expensive, but if you break them right paying them is entirely optional. But I get the picture now, who needs to keep a lid on a bucket of crabs if they'll keep each other from escaping with their in-fighting"

>>1339623

"It's clearly a mess as you can see." Atma shrugs, again, this time widely. "They will fight
each other regardless because they need to eat. Not to mention the petty grudges some of
them manage to come up with, sometimes. And that's a relief. If they joined together, a lot of
people would die. People with happy families that work every single day without rest." She
seems to trail off. "A lot..."

Behind her, Roomba seems to have engaged in her conversation with Lumina. She seems a bit
worked up, as if emphasizing her word, gesturing a lot with her hands and going as far
as to pat the meaty thing and play with her hair. That makes you raise an eyebrow, for some
reason.

>>1339653

"And let's not get started about how many greenhouses projects went down the drain due to politics. Not to mention water recycling is a thing everyone should do yet they don't."

>>1339667
I can't imagine anyone not recycling water in this universe, it'd be like whipping your ass with $20 bills if you didn't.

>>1339653
"Yep. We'll see just how fast the second and all the other capital ships can wise up and get their priorities straight. Stupidity at that scale has an impressive body count to go with it. On that bright note I'll go find Beans then, and see if I can talk Lumina into some aspirin if only to calm down Toast"

Atma nods. "Remember to knock. Also, we should have tea sometime."

------------------------------------------ :O -------------------------

The Friend is a big ship when compared to other mega-class ships. It's spacious,
expandable, yet given its nature, it can't afford to be wide. So it's tall. Very tall. A thick glass
pipe acts like an elevator that goes all the way across the ship, it works by creating a vacuum
and then sucking the elevator in from side to side. The Friend comes included with, as far as
you know by now, a perfectly circular and very wide hangar where the workshop is placed, a
shower room at the same level, an elevator, a cockpit with a wide surrounding window, a very
spacious main room with three floors and a central lobby area, living quarters for six
persons, five entrances, a terrace with an EKE generator, a balcony, the AI-Core room at the
top-back corner of the head of the ship, a radio tower, a warehouse, an engine room, a sick
bay, a TEMPO trigger mechanism, closets for brooms and cleaning tools, the anima core room
at the bottom, a water reservoir, a pipe system for false water, a torpedo deployment
mechanism for underwater deployment, a ventilation system scattered across the ship a
kitchen, sewers, an arsenal room for weapons and such, small rooms and compartments to
store small, controllable mechanic critters for cleaning, management, and repairs, a wide
storage room, a room entirely devoted to the hover system at the bottom, small
compartments where Fakes can connect into the ship and replace the AI in order to
manipulate the turrets and various functions of the ship... a camera room... filter rooms to keep
the oxygen in... hatch doors... air-deployment mechanisms for very small ships...
bathrooms... and more. It really goes on.

So, after being to everywhere in the ship, after checking it's little dark corners and deciding
that leaving the ship like this, untested, unprotected, in order to do meatbag things in
the dark is not only utterly unprofessional but also retarded to an escalatingly annoying
degree, you realize there is still one room you forgot to check.

And that's when you find them. When you return to the cockpit. As soon as Trash looks at
you, her eye twitches.

"The fuck you've been?", she asks. "We sent Preah after your cold little butt like twenty
minutes ago." Her features go soft, suddenly. "We are about to test the shields. Atma and
Vaal is out there on a hovercraft, they are going to attack from the outside and we'll see
how much the auto-diagnosis of this ship sucks. IVA-NOVUS's self-diagnosis tools are a
running joke everywhere, those guys from the Sixth fought till the end because they never
knew when their ships were on fire. We just thought they were brave. An-"

"We are right on position," it's Vaal's voice, coming from some part of the large panel at the
cockpit. "And I'm riding!"

"Hey, Skullfucker!" Trash asks loudly, "how do Corny's tits feel on your back?"

"W-what?!"

(Cont!)

"I told you I'M! riding didn't I?!" Vaal's voice sounds harmonic, yet, sturdy. "You loooove
saying I can't ride one of these- but too bad! Sorry, but that joke is DEAD!"

"What do you get in exchange?" Trash answers, a little smile on her face. "Did she
threaten you? Ask for a favor? Told you she'd hook you up with Toasty?!"

"No! What?!" Atma's voice is hard to recognize. "Are you stupid or something?! I'm ri- she's
riding the hovercraft, come on, this is really dangerous we are very vulnerable right now!"

"You lovely cunts /do/ realize I can see you, right?" Trash drags her every word, then slowly
licks her lower lip. "Although, I can't see that much of you, the one who fucks skulls."

Trash and you share a look as the machine delivers loud mumbling and whispering from the
other side.

"That's BULLSHIT, the telescope or whatever is at the radio tower!" Vaal booms. "And no way
you can see us from there. I have a cute little templar here to prove it!"

"Nielly can," Trash spits, almost as a whisper, yet loud enough to be heard.

The radio goes dead. At least for five seconds.

"What?!" It's Vaal.

Trash winks at you. And no; you can't see them from there. The Friend is really tall, to the point
the hovercraft is almost a dot to your Fake eyes, at this distance.

>>1339887

"If you two are done playing around, can we get back to work before the inevitable group of idiots decides to attack this ship for real? I wanna test the AI of this ship if only to have an excuse to have the What work on it later... if he or she can. Otherwise we will default to have two or more Fakes plugged in to handle the defences."

>>1339605
this sucks

>>1340119
us re a ass hole :v

>>1340156
long live to lince s army

>>1339887
"Yep. Hey Blankey, wanna get this show on the road or shall I see how well the ships turrets and your TEMPO work?"

Just because I can't see them in any level of detail doesn't mean I can't see them! :3

>>1340297
Bugger forgot my trip when moving from phone to laptop.

Squee! New title splash

>>1339971

We should also mention that more Fakes means more expenses and dealing with porcupine headed douche canoes

>>1340356
>>1340297
"...If you wanna to be a real fridge, then be my guest!" Vaal's voice falters at times, and that makes Trash smile, and she smiles hard.

"Hey, you can't see them, right?" she whispers in your ear.

>>1340479
>porcupine headed douche canoes
Stealing that.

>>1340553
"Sure I can. Just because they're like 5 whole pixels big doesn't mean I don't see them. Good enough to fire a few warning shots at least"

>>1340571
Trash raises an eyebrow, then looks away from you. "Alright Corny, on your mark."

"Screeeeeewww yooooouuuu..."

Trash nods to herself, smiling. "Lumina, just checkin'."

"Ready." Her voice comes out as mechanical as usual.

"Great! Ok," Trash leans closer, "hit it!"

You hear a particular... aural sound. Omnious. It's hard to describe; the best comparison you
can find is that of the unsheating of a sharp sword, if the sword was made of water.

"EKE Field on," Trash says, suddenly more serious. "Lumina?"

"Seven, six, five... EKE at full capacity," you hear, from somewhere in the cockpit."

Trash nods, again, and looks forward. "Hit it, Erika."

"Screw you!!" You see, from your very high seat at the top of the Friend, how a circle
slowly starts forming around the massive ship, two bright blue lines going left and right. Once it
starts shining blue, you know both ends touched on the other side. Or at least you
assume that.

"OK Corny," Trash almost shouts, "hit it."

A very loud sound is heard; for a split second you notice the water around the Friend going
VERY deep, then bursting up like a raging geyser. Trash is right next to you, looking down
at the scenery from the side of the cockpit's window. She whistles.

"Lumina, report."

"Bottom was 35%."

"Corny, what the fuck, you took 65% of our shields. And would you look at that," Trash
leans closer to one of the screens and squints, "I'm getting a 43% bottom right here, for the
EKE. The legend is true."

"I've hit it with a 35%. Our shields are deficient," says Vaal's voice, with a little hint of
worry for something.

"Actually," It's Atma's voice...

"Whatever, I made my point. Self-diagnosis sucks," Trash states. "Lumina, clear shield.
Corny and Skullfucker, get back."

Only then you realize Roomba and Preah are both around you; the little Fake waves at you, smiling.

>>1340959
I really need to work on my situational awareness. Toast is way too damn good at sneaking up on me. Preah has hax so she doesn't count, but Toast? Really?

"So what the fuck was that? Some kind of pulse AD? If Blankey can calibrate her attacks that well then it shouldn't be hard to do the control engineers job for them and re-calibrate everything... unless the whole mess lacks precision in which case that's going to be a fucking pain in the ass. Hey Beans, get Blankey to do that one more time would you? The shields are back up to full now right Lumina? Lets see if it we can get consistent readings here."

>>1341009

You turn to stare at the Toast, not waving back. The contrast between her size and Preah's is,
at the very least, comical, given how both their faces seem as round. Yet you give your
attention back to the templar.


"So what the fuck was that? Some kind of pulse AD?"

"That is basic EKE gravity enforcement," Trash says, neutrally. "You declare an EKE
around an area, spawn it, then use your anima to increase the gravity inside of it. The bigger
the EKE is, the more the anima it takes, the stronger the gravity, the more the anima as well. And those values multiply each other."
Trash nods, and nods. "I can cast an EKE twenty-five times less stronger than Vaal just
barely big enough to surround you, and that would be strong enough to turn you into a
garbage can lid."

"So... then..." Roomba blinks a lot, "Vaal is pretty strong, right?"

"She's not strong," Trash warns, "she's retardedly overpowered."

You whistle, smiling. "If Blankey can calibrate her attacks that well, however, then it shouldn't
be hard to do the control engineers job for them and re-calibrate everything... unless the whole
mess lacks precision in which case that's going to be a fucking pain in the ass."

"We just confirmed it does," Trash states, giving an empty grin. "The whole system is
reading the EKE so fucking badly it was off by a whole 8% just now. And Corny is very
precise- when she tries."

"Ooooooooh," Preah adds to the conversation.

"Meaning, we could sue Atma's ass," Trash says. "How about it?"

"We are beating your ass so hard when we get back," the intercom states, politely, through
Vaal's voice.

"Hey Beans, get Blankey to do that one more time would you? The shields are back up to full
now right Lumina?"

"35, 34, 33..." It's Lumina's voice across the intercom. It sounds a bit monotonous.

"Lets see if we can get consistent readings here", you say.

"Fine by me," Trash replies. "Also Toasty, did you know Corny here just tried to blow your
ship sky high just now? She landed a 65% and didn't even apologize for it." Trash leans closer
to Toast, getting a hand over her shoulder with a shit-eating grin. "I'd be mad."

"Sweetheart, teach Trash there how to pray," the intercom says, dryly. "I know you don't
believe in anything other than Algis, but I can't think else that could save your ass from me
five minutes from now. Maybe I'm not smart."

"Maybe?" Trash asks, cheekily.

"Shields at 100%," says Lumina's clinical voice from somewhere else.

"Alright Corny, Toasty wants her ship wholly and happy," Trash says, a bit too happy. "Pretty
please don't blow into ten thousand million pieces."

You /hear/ gravity going down. It's hard to explain, but when you look through the main
window you see, for a brief, blessed seconds, water splashing towards the sky.

Trash squints her eyes at the screen. "I got a 72%. Lumina?"

"Between 65% and 66% shield remaining."

"And all because Toasty was watching," Trash nods, then nods, happy.

>>1341211
"Two percent is good enough for me. We just have to figure out what adjustment is needed to and Skullfucker can just write it off as "maintenance". Maybe it just reports everything as 30% less than it should?"

>>1341211

"Get our little What to fix it, I don't want to waste anima all day and we have other things to check."

>>1341875
"You'd think so?" Trash wanders, looking around. "Could be, first time it reported 35%,
and then 65% with a margin of 8... Corny, how many rage did you put on that one?"

"Cero rage!" the intercom replies. "It was 35% both times!"

"First time it was the shields that were at 35%," the templar's voice dims. "What's going on?"

"I've hit it both times at 45%, it's not my fault!" Vaal sounds as if something's biting her.

Trash glances at you. "You mean 35%?"

"Yes!"

"30% margin... can't be." Trash shakes her head. "Fuck it, get back in here, we'll run the
hover engine test. Could you? Atma?"

"O-ok," you hear the tiny templar say, as, at the distance, the hovercraft grows slightly bigger by
the second.

Something tugs your arm. You turn; it's a Roomba, she leans very closer. "Can I talk to
you?" She looks around, ensuring Preah is at a safe distance. The Arma simply does her empty
grin. "In private," the Toast whispers.

"Nielly, Vaal says she's turning you into a real fridge once she comes back," Trash says,
turning to you from the wooden wheel. She turns back at it, again. "Lumina, get in here.
You've been on FEMA liquid almost the whole day."

"Ok," a neutral voice says.

>>1342235

>Hug Roomba, mine!

>>1342235
To Trash: "Tell her that if she's willing to follow directions I'd be glad to have her help me install a new cooling system."

Then to Toast: "Sure, let's take a little walk then"

quest in ause! jeyboard is broen! TT__TT

>>1345046
PANIC!!!!

If anything, no one will ever complain that the Friend lacks space. It doesn't. It more than
clearly doesn't. While the Second looming above you might be the home, country, and
blender for fifty thousand bags of meat, if each of those had as much room as any of you have,
then the sky would be a solid ceiling of gray steel and pipes. A walk with Roomba around
the Friend, through the vast balconies that surround the main room, feels like taking a walk
through the streets of a coastal city near the sea.

And even though you are a Fake, the breeze is there; cold and gentle. Even though your skin is
as sensitive as a bouncer on steroids after someone attempted, unsuccessfully, to bury a
bottle of cheap wine into his skull. Even so.

"I don't think Vaal meant to install a new cooling system into you, haha," Roomba says,
reminding you that she's there, a head below between you and the railing. Over her head,
there's the big line splitting cyan and blue.

"Trash said that she either forgets or will be too busy raping her to remember," you say, bending
your head almost entirely to look at the Toast, "and that It's pointless anyway since I'm so
cold."

Silently, Roomba giggles."I know you've been made for that, but... you know, I still can't see
it."

"No rush," you almost sing.

"I'm... maybe a bit too excited," she looks away, but you can see the hint of a smile from
the side of her face. "And maybe just a little bit scared," she admits, looking at you from the
side, "but the way I see it I couldn't have ended up any other way. Not trying your very best for
the rest is selfish, don't you think?"

"What do you want to talk about?" you say, with a hint of static.

Still walking, the toaster pauses for a bit. It's like the balcony is endless, but in reality, you
both are almost reaching the corner.

"Can we talk for a while? Just talk," she says, smiling at you, and it reminds you of Preah- "I
mean, we really barely know each other if you get to think about it, and I umm," she gets a
hand behind her head, "kinda dragged you into this, haha."

>>1348192
"Taunted I believe is the term you're looking for. Not like it matters why. I'm here and I'll give you my best, not because I agree with you, but because I don't want anyone saying it was something I did or didn't do that caused your downfall. Besides, it's a perfect excuse to try out some inventions on whatever fucks decided this whole thing is far too noble and intelligent to be allowed to exist and we all get assassinated... But we'll burn that bridge when we get to it. Anyways what did you want to talk about Toast?"

>>1348192
>Hug the toast dammit!

>>1348611
Remember what happened to Lumina's hand? Let's not kill our boss and 1/3rd of the crews girlfriend.

>>1348659

Our Boss is a Fake, are you saying she can't endure a hug from another Fake?

>>1348692
Our boss is a tiny soft little thing designed to be so utterly harmless that even humans who don't trust fakes at all can relax around her. She's also build to be energy which so she literally weighs 1/7th of what my heavily armored, hydraulic powered, fake supremacist shell does. I might not _Kill_ kill her, but the odds of making more work for myself if I hug her is pretty good.

>>1348761
*She's also built to be energy efficient.

Her peaceful stare took a subtle hit as you said "downfall" and her eyebrows went slightly up
after you said "Besides...", somewhere along the road.

"But we'll burn that bridge when we get to it," you say, your lips arching in something some
would call a grin. "Anyways, what did you want to talk about Toast?"

"Well, everything." You think you saw her eyes roll, but maybe it's just your imagination,
Sansui's greatest triumph. "But there will be time for that, right? A lot of time. Time enough
to get sick of each other!"

You both finally reach the face of the ship by the balcony; glancing back, you notice little
bubble hearts getting lost in the distance, spawning from Roomba. Fucking. Hearts. You
shake your head to modern human civilization, which draws some blinking from the toaster that
you quickly quell by shaking your nose at her. Looking ahead, you realize this must be the
balcony right above the cockpit's glass barrier. Across the heavy clouds, a brown sun
illuminates a toaster and a fridge over a tall ship surrounded only by water. You let Roomba take
in all the view; if she wanted to talk, she'd talk. And she's not talking.

Then Roomba mouth twists into a pout. "It's going to rain, again." If anything, you would bet
she's scolding the sky if you heard that out of context. You look above; the clouds seem like a
menacing roof of wet concrete, assembled in half the time by severely underpaid hornmothers
with yellow hard hats.

Roomba turns to you; yet after looking at you in the face, she starts fidgeting with her fingers.
"I've been thinking... remember that thing Atma used to say? That-"

OOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Both you and Toast look at each other with wide eyes, then lean on the railing to look at the
cockpit below. Only Trash is there, merely feets away, moving frantically from side to side.

"Oh, they must be testing the alarms then!" Roomba chirps, eagerly. "It-"

OOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO

Yet it won't stop.

>>1348829
Do we have an intercom system on this ship? If not we need to put one in.

"So. Given how smoothly everything has gone so far I'd place the probability of that siren being some kind of warning for some kind of bullshit abomination being ready to attack us at about 70%, Vaal knowing how to turn it on for testing but not knowing how to turn it off 20%, and anything else in the remaining 10%. Come on, let's get down there and find out. You can finish your thought in the elevator"

>>1348886
"Elevator?" you hear the toaster wonder, as you rush ahead of her towards the cockpit. You
scratch your head, still in motion; you were just above the cockpit right now, why would you
take the elevator?"

----------------------- :O -----------------------------------

"It's the Greathorn," Trash says between gasps, like a tired lion. "The mother-fucking
Greathorn." The templar pauses, likely to study both of your looks of surprise. "How in the ultra
giggly-ever fuck of the why in the what did they find us is NOT a question for today."

Preah's footsteps behind you draw your eyes towards the Arma, her being the only one late to
the meeting. Seems the alarm means "everyone, get in here, NOW!" and you got the
point at once. Lumina is holding her mask with the other hand, as the hornmother grabs onto Atma while Vaal is standing next to Trash, gasping slowly as she inspects the team. You notice a fat drop of sweat running through the side of her face.

"We've got ten seconds to make a choice," she booms, "to jump or not to jump. Roomba!"

Yet the toaster, you guess, must be going through a simple blue screen of death.

"Jump- jump, jump, JUMP!" even the corn mother is raising a hand.

>>1348963
"Why is the Greathorn going to be a problem again? And why jump if we're going to get attacked, or at least don't want to be noticed?"

>>1349050
Trash keeps counting down as you talk, staring at you in a frenzy.

"We have already been noticed!" It's Vaal that booms to you. "We picked up their EKE, and
it's heading this way!"

"seven, six..."

"And you ask why jump?!"

"five, four..." Trash slowly turns towards Roomba; the Fake is frozen solid. Vaal walks
up to her, impatiently, yet when she shakes her shoulders she does so with care.

"Toastyyyyyyyy!!" she whimpers.

>>1349121
"Just pick at random if they're not going to explain themselves Toast."

>>1349397
Now it's your shoulders Vaal is shaking. "What the hell is there to explain, the Greathorn is
coming for us, are you joking?!" Only your clothes are moving, of course, as you dead
stare her politely.

"Four... three..." Trash mumbles, her eyes /very/ fixed on the tiny screen, her hand
hovering over the button.

"ONE"

"Wait."

You turn to look at her, and you aren't alone in that. It's the Toast; seems she finally spoke.
Trash looks at her, then at the button, then sighs. She doesn't say a word as Roomba
walks towards the balcony door right at the left, which is right behind a sealed chamber. One by
one, everyone follows.

And soon, everyone in the test team, Trash, Vaal, the Toast, you, Lumina, Atma, and Preah,
are on the terrace of the ship, right at the pinnacle of the Friend, staring at the class-Giga
Hybrid-craft Greathorn coming straight for you, no longer a dot on the horizon, and you wonder
if it will ever stop growing.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
fffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk" you hear Trash mumble,
quietly, under her breath, as the Greathorn grows bigger and bigger or maybe the Friend is
getting smaller. You find your hand squeezed gently, and it's Toast, and it's not gentle at all
you just can't feel shit and her hand is pretty much clawing yours.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh.....!" And Preah seems almost eager as the Greathorn
draws near, walls white as bone, and you imagine how the first half of the Turbo-Mega
Titanic would look like if it was white and coming for you and it makes just so much
sense.

And with an ominous roar, the Greathorn stops. It's still fairly away from the friend, across the
dense blue, yet it's so massive you can't be sure just how far it is. You consider squeezing
Toast's hand just to be polite, then realize she might need it later. Later, as in, as soon as
those three small black dots at the distance, that you can clearly tell are Armas, get big
enough. Once close enough, you can see the sharp gas bubble surrounding each of them, as
if air was a blade and they used it like a chopper.

Then they land. One after the other, right in front the Friend's EKE generator where Lumina
likes to pray. Absolutely dark bodies with white metal scattered in odd parents, all sharing the
one that seems like the mix of a reactor and medieval armor in their chest. They are all
small; small as the hornmother with the bandana, with dense, metallic headbands
instead of bandanas. As they walk near, and your team takes a collective step back, you
read the names: "H A P P Y", "Strawbeery", and the last one has a... a raisin, carved on her
headband. They stop, and stare; and for a while, nobody moves.

"Yet Trash seems... comically flabbergasted. "You fucks can fly, now?!?!"

"YES"" one of them shouts in anger, the one with a raisin

(Cont!)

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>>1349685
Squeee! Its Raisin!

Armas always have this heavy, divine look to them. Even Preah. Divine doesn't really fit as a
description, however; since their very flesh screams "logic" at every corner, details over
details on their matter the more you zoom in. It is as if their metallic parts were capital ships,
complex like miniature Seconds or Greathorns or Firsts, and their utter dark body was the sea.
More than anything, though, the very concept of Armas screams humanity far stronger than
flesh ever could.

So, naturally, the Arma's reply leaves you astonished: "YES, I CAN FLY, AND I CAN FLY
VERY VERY HIGH! YOU DUMB-MY!"

The one with the "Strawberry" headband chortles. "Dumb-my!", she blurts out. A
hornmother, you think.

"I can fly, too," HAPPY points out. She is- was - a haremhorn.

"We are VERY good at it," Raisin points out, puffing her chest exclusively towards Trash,
giving her one very obvious, yet defective, cold stare.

And Trash nods, and nods, as she walks towards them. "Good, good. Fly away." She
just... walks around happy, then /pushes/ her away. Which, of course, means the Arma is
obliging.

The other two give her comrade a big scowl. "Hey! What are you doing, we have a
MISSION!"

"But she told me to go away," Happy says, meekly, as Trash gives her a gentle kick in the
butt.

"C'mon, off my fuckin ship, c'mon," it's like Trash is mumbling to herself as she grabs
Strawberry by the horn, who struggles a bit but finally just... floats behind Trash.

"You two CAN'T be serious!" Raisin explodes, her tiny arms waving up and down. "She's not
our boss anymore, you dim-silly-billies!!" Atma actually giggles, which in turn makes Roomba
giggle and the Arma turn towards them. "WHAT?!"

"Tell White," Trash states, this time grabbing Raisin by the arm, who sticks in place and
makes a point of standing as stiff as a mastiff, "that if she wants to say something, she can
bring her big, white, dirty Arma ass over our ship, and talk it over tea or whatever the fuck
she drinks."

"NO!" Raisin shouts. "We have a mission! We have to bring a Fake to our ship!"

"And I'm proud of you being loyal and all," Trash nods, pensively, looking away, "now shu.
Let the big guys do the talking."

"HEY!" The other Armas shake and whelp at Raisin's booming voice, both already GOG-gassing
their way back to their ship. Instead, they slowly turning to look at her. "MISSION.
REMEMBER?" Raisin says, still standing as if she was born to support a table over her horns.

"But I just want to play," Happy states, plainly, without the slightest hint of irony, remorse,
sarcasm, or anything that could twist the meaning of those words.

Roomba takes a step forward, but is promptly stopped by Vaal's hand to her chest; you look
at them then at Trash talking with the trio.

>>1349799
"So White was who you should have mentioned during that countdown for future reference Beans. Also Toast not freaking out at that news should have told you something. Anyways...

Ms. Raisin, will you be joining your friends? If so would you be kind enough to pass on word that we'll be lisening on 88.1 MHz FM."

>>1349799

"Oh now they want Toast back after what... years of sending her away and closing down the ... Himehorn Support Center? What it took you idiots that long to figure out why the Broken Horn Leader didn't let Roomba here die in her place?"

>>1350262

Trash gives you a truly confused stare, her mouth arching as her eyebrows arch like a
camping tent, as you walk up to the Arma with the raisin.

"Ms. Raisin," you start, "will you be joining your friends? If so, would you be kind enough to
pass on word that we'll be listening on 88.1 MHz FM?"

"NO," she booms instantly at you, flailing both her balled up fists towards the ground. "We
leave with a Fake. Or we don't leave. And that goes for the both of you too!"

"Ok," both HAPPY and Strawberry say, the latter almost chanting it.

Trash waves a hand in front of Raisin's face, crudely drawing her attention. "Go back there,
ask White to come here. Worst case scenario, you get sent back here. Go."

"No."

"Go!"

"NOOOOooooOOOoooooOOOOO!!!" Raisin yells, her eyes close shut, waving her arms up
and down frantically as if Trash was about to spill hot water over her neck... if she was an
actual hornmother.

"You aren't an actual hornmother," Trash rumbles, one of her eyes twitching, "you don't
need to be as retarded as one of them."

"Or as you," you hear the actual hornmother point out from a distance.

Trash nods. "Or like me. In fact, you don't even need to be retarded. Cool, right?" She grabs the
Arma's shoulders and turn her around. "So don't be retarded, get White, and bring her here.
Grown ups have to talk boring stuff."

"But I'm as old as she is!"

"So you want boring adult conversations?" Trash waltz with her voice, right next to
Raisin's ears. At her lack of response, Trash gives the Arma a gentle kick in the butt, which
draws an unintelligible curse from her as she triggers her GOG gas and darts out of the ship,
actually so fast that the air sucks the air and clothes of everyone around for a while.

Once they are far enough into the Greathorn, Trash turns towards the team. "We've got like
five minutes. Toasty?"

Everyone looks at her. "I... um..."

"Toasty," One of Trash's eyebrows rises, "this is your job. Making calls. Choices. It's not
easy, isn't it?"

"How about JUMP?" Vaal blurts out, drawing all the glances. She looks worried. "Just one BIG
jump and we rush back to the Second! They won't chase if we go full speed!"

"Unless White herself comes after us, and you bet your glorious ass she /will/ give chase if
she has to," Trash says, simply. "Atma, input."

"We don't know what she wants," the tiny templar says, her big eyes fixed on Roomba.
"White knows about the Support Center since she knew about Roomba- but she knew that
this was the Friend, somehow, that this was the Support Center." She's grabbing her head.
"How could she know?"

"Eh, that ain't hard. Spies and shit," Trash shrugs. "Thing is I've got no fucking clue, at all,
about what she could possibly want from us.

>>1352292

"Maybe something to do with the Broken Horn leader? Who the fuck nows... maybe is about miss 'If I die so does the planet' that by the way is fucking Hax... whatever that means."

>>1352292
I think we should talk to her.

Granted last time I suggested talking, I got someone killed.

>>1352292
"Well the fact we're still here having this conversation means she doesn't want us dead just yet. If she was here to turn Toast into a fake pancake she wouldn't need to bring the whole damn Greathorn here for that and risk the Second attacking them, she could have just gone with a strike force of Armas to fuck us up, had her fun making Roomba beg and cry for mercy, and then fucked right off to do important political things.

So that means she has some use for us. Information, connections, whatever. She asked for "A Fake" which, unless she doesn't know about me, is rather vague. Not caring which fake she got would make it pretty likely that she would want to install a hidden protocol for some nefarious purpose. If she legitimately wants to speak with Roomba as the head of this mess then it's probably something relating to the prisoners. Roomba still hold some allegiance to the horns, and if White was in contact with Captain I could see her being mentioned as someone who could be trusted to help... assuming she's willing to ask that of someone she didn't part on the best terms with. I'd give slim odds to her wanting us to broker a hostage deal but it's also the best guess I have given the current situation.

Whatever she wants, Toast isn't going over there. I don't particularly want to either. If she doesn't want to talk on the radio she can write a damn letter and have one of her Arma-horns deliver it.

We should be ready to get the fuck out of the way if things turn ugly between the second and the Greathorn though. Void weapons sound cool and all, but I'd like to watch them from a respectable distance if possible."

>>1354277
"Yeah, showing her face like this... it's crazy," Trash seems slightly dazed as she talks, her
eyes wide. "The Second could nuke the fuck out of them from the other side of the planet,
but going right the /fuck/ under it..."

Atma "hmms", glancing at you. "I don't see those three killing anyone anytime soon. Armas
don't kill; especially the second-gen ones. They don't get mixed in wars unless it gets that
bad... and that would be suicide for everyone involved."

"I do hope White is like that, too..." Roomba almost mumbles towards Atma, "she's a two
gen too."

"I guess you don't remember the part where she crushed a whole battalion on live TV, then,"
Trash reminds her, shrugging, which makes Roomba visibly grimace. "But, yup; we've still
got all of our limbs."

"So that means she has some use for us," you resume, almost ignoring the templar.
"Information, connections, whatever. She asked for "A Fake", which, unless she doesn't know
about me, is rather vague."

"Actually..." Vaal suggests, taking a little step forward, "I think she doesn't."

"I think so, too," Roomba says, still a bit shaken. "Why would she want Nielly there?"

You gaze at the Greathorn. Not only is the thing big, but the angle seems to suggest it's looking
/straight/ at you. Staring back without worry, you keep on talking. "Not caring which Fake
she got would make it pretty likely that she would want to install a hidden protocol for some
nefarious purpose. If she legitimately wants to speak with Roomba as the head of this
mess..." drizzle fall over your head. You turn around; almost everyone has a palm open
towards the sky- "then it's probably something relating to the prisoners."

"Fuck, that makes sense," and you don't think Trash is frowning because of the rain.

"Roomba still holds some allegiance to the horns," you say, "and if White was in contact
with Captain, I could see her being mentioned as someone who could be trusted to help...
assuming she's willing to ask that of someone she didn't part on the best terms with."

A toaster seems crestfallen."You think Captain is betraying us?" It's not as much a "hint" of
sadness than a sealed staple of a hornmother crying over her words.

"She wasn't that much of an ally, to begin with," Trash says, "but, oh well, guess it's starting to
rain metaphorically."

And literally. Fat drops of water blow into your crimson hair, more dark than red. It's still
slightly more than a drizzle, but it makes itself felt.

"I'd give slim odds to her wanting us to broker a hostage deal," fake water slips into your mouth
as you talk, "but it's also the best guess I have given the current situation."

You glance behind, on a whim. Preah is easy to forget, yet she's there- and with that very seem
dead stare and dead grin. She slowly turns your her head to you, dragging her long, bright blue
hair; then waves her hand. You look forward again.

"I'm fucking lost here," Trash states, shaking her head.

(Cont!)

"Corny?" Trash asks.

And she shakes her head and hair, gently splashing everyone around with water from her
hair. You wonder how dEKE fields work.

"If I do something... it has to be extremely subtle. Extremely," she emphasizes, with
energy. Then, she turns to the Toast, walks towards her, and grabs both her hands. She's
not smiling; yet, still, she gestures hard and wildly. "Toasty, I can't afford to be found out
here. Not even if the Friends depends on it." She pauses until Roomba nods at her dimly. "It
goes like this, so listen carefully." Vaal's eyes look solid; she waits until Roomba nods, again.
"I can; a) Wipe the whole Greathorn and everyone in it from the face of the planet, and
then everyone who could possibly be a witness- except for us. And I know you don't want that."
You guess she noticed the sudden looks of dread from everyone but you, Preah; even
Trash seemed stiff. This makes Vaal pout and frown. "b) If I can be absolute, positively sure
that nobody will ever find out about the source, I can pretty much do anything you want. Think
miracles and such; think about coincidences." Roomba just hugs Vaal. Suddenly, the oldest of
blondes isn't gesturing and her face went into a cute blank, like a little kitty suddenly under
highlights. But when she hugs her back, her face twists as if she was tasting something
very delicious. "c) I can completely casual stuff if they are seeing me, and you can bet that, no
matter what happens, nothing bad will ever happen to me. But please, hear me out of this
one." She pushes the toaster away, gently, then looks at her straight in the eyes; a bit too close
to her face, in fact. "If something bad is about to happen to any of you, and I can make it look
like a coincidence, I will save you. But, if I can't... there are very big things at stake.
Bigger than the Friend; things that can make a lot of people happy. Do you understand?"

Roomba nods. "Thank you."

Vaal smiles widely. "You're welcome." Then her smile turns into a bitter pout as she looks past
your shoulder. Three dots have split from the Greathorn.

"Whatever she wants," you say, eyes fixed on the far-away Armas, "Toast isn't going over
there. I don't particularly want to, either. If she doesn't want to talk on the radio she can write a
damn letter and have one of her Arma-horns deliver it."

"You fucking bet," Trash says, looking across the rain the same
way you do, "even If I have to stick a wrench up my ass."

And the Armas land. This time with some force, making everyone's hair and clothes tremble.
You glance at the side; Lumina is grasping her mask very tightly, but the hornmother is
grabbing it, too.

And now, right in front of you, three Armas with horns are heading your way. They stop.

"We have to bring a Fake," says the one with the Strawberry headband, "and that's
final."

You turn to look at the toaster; she looks at you, straight in the eyes, then smiles with her eyes closed.

"Ok," she says. And walks.

>>1354612
Look at Vaal, look at Trash, how are they reacting to Roomba's words? If the Toast it's going then I might just try to talk the Arma-horns into taking me too.

You look at Vaal; she's stuck in blank mode, rain turning to gas all around her. You look at
Trash; neutral as usual, her mouth is slightly gaping as Roomba walks up to the Armas and
stops. A quick glance around reveals a few details; first, Preah isn't grinning anymore,
second, Atma is frozen, and third and finally, the What is over HAPPY's head, who fails to
notice it.

>>1354642
Well fuck.

"Your boss said a fake right? How about two fakes then? Twice as good right? Might even save you a trip if they wanted me instead. Best to be though you know."

All eyes focus on you, resulting in a silence only broken by ten thousand tears melting into
the highest point of the Friend.

"How about three?" And it's Preah who finally breaks the charm, smugly walking under the
rain right in front of the Armas, who stare at her between alarm and curiosity.

"Orders were to bring one!" Raisin booms as if usual, her sight unfocused. "That's the
mission!"

>>1354665
"Wasn't that the mission last time too? You sure your boss doesn't want two now? I just don't want to see you get in trouble because of us. One or two extra probably won't hurt, but too few would certainly be a problem"

>>1354693

"The Armas look at each other quizzically, their heads bobbing and turning as they blink and
frown.

"It was one," Happy finally says.

"One!" Strawberry says.

"I knew it!" Raisin smashes a balled-up fist on her open palm. Then, she turns to Preah. "And
you are an Arma, not a Fake. Get your names right!"

"Get your names right!" the exact same voice repeats, from Preah's lips.

This gets Raisin into a dazed pout as the other two blink at the exact same time.

"I can't do that," Strawberry says.

"Get your names right!" Happy says, in her own voice, then goes "Oooooooh".

"I'm convinced!" Raisin nods, hard. "Boss said "One!" That's what she said!"

"Nielly," Roomba almost whispers, shaking her head at you with a smile.

And it rains.

>>1354709
"You three would know better than I would. Anything you want to say before you go then Toast? If you live up to your name this soon I'm going to be disappointed, and then bored.

>>1354725
Roomba looks at you longly before nodding, rain punishing her golden hair as she walks up
to you, very close, just like that time at the cockpit. She gets on her tiptoes and you bend
your knees, in turn, to allow her to reach your ear.

"What I wanted to say before," Roomba whispers, "is that, if anything bad happens, you
make sure nobody takes any chances trying to protect me. Nielly?" Her voice cracks. "I'm
scared."

Toast rushes to step from you, suddenly a hint of guilt dressing her face; she turns and walks
towards the Armas, suddenly seeming cheerful, until Preah stands between her and the Armas.
You don't get to see her face, but the Arma is almost dancing in place.

"What about two Fakes?" she says, simply, in her own voice.

Raisin face seems neutral. "Mission was to bring one Fake!" she booms.

Preah nods, slowly."And when you bring a Fake your boss will be glad, because it's mission
accomplished, and you did your jobs well. But..." she raises a finger, "what would happen
if you bring /two/ Fakes instead?"

The Armas look at each other; Strawberry shrugs, HAPPY tilts her head, and Raisin
finally turns to Preah. "What?!"

"What happens when you want a slice of cake, but you get two?" Preah says.

"What?!" Raisin insists, leaning towards her.

And that's when Preah leans forward, under the rain. "The boss will be /double/ glad."

"Oooooooooooohh!" HAPPY says, nodding frantically.

"Uh?! Is it like that?" Raisin turns to Strawberry, who looks at Preah.

Then shrugs. "Worst case scenario, we get sent back here." And from the corner of your
eye, you notice Trash nod.

The GOG gas surrounds both Preah and Roomba, the former gladly embracing it while
the later seems to shrink as she's lifted from the ground. And right before they dart out of the
ship, Preah dedicates your general area a particular staring; and it's one of scorn.

And the air shakes as they leave towards the Greathorn. It leaves silence in its wake, as the
rest of the team simply stares at the dots fading towards the distance.

And, this time, it's Atma that breaks the silence. "'Toast isn't going over there' my ass,"
she rumbles.

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>>1354769
"I didn't see anyone else trying anything. And I want keen on going with them either... Fuck, I got out-talked by Preah of all people. Cake really is all that's on a horns mind isn't it? Anyways let's just hope she doesn't need whatever stupidly powerful tricks you have up your sleeve Vaal."

>>1355677

Back in the cockpit, the only sound slicing the void is Vaal's whispers on Trash ears, as the
rest simply stand near the main wheel looking elsewhere. Most grab their heads in one way or
the other; particularly Atma. Especially Atma. And the rain keeps on punishing the window
around you like a subtle drum, tarnishing the glass.

"I didn't see anyone else trying anything," you say, drawing just a few glances here and there.
Vaal relentlessly grabs onto Trash, talking to her hear, yet the templar is paying you
attention. "And I want keen on going with them either..."

"What does that even mean," you catch Atma mumbling to herself, beret hiding most of her
face.

"Fuck, I got out-talked by Preah of all people. Cake really is all that's on a horns mind, isn't
it? Anyways, let's just hope she doesn't need whatever stupidly powerful tricks you have up
your sleeve, Vaal."

Hearing her name makes the oldest of blondes glance at you, yet she's quick to return to duty.
Trash is as quick, however, to gently push her aside, to sigh and stare at you.

"And what the fuck were we going to try?" Trash says. "That was up to you; it's your ass.
You wanna stay, fine by me, but now what?" You just stare Trash down, but she keeps on
looking at your eyes without quarter. "What now, Nielly?"

>>1354769
>>1354769
"Okay, once she comes back she is in quarantine. Then fuck... who will lead us then? Can a What remove a freshly installed hidden protocol from a Fake? Can anyone here? Would asking in the freaks forum help? I mean I am sure those idiots can do it but they will probably just replace the hidden protocol with their own... or ask for a favor. Should I have gone instead? Should I just wipe out the Great Horn, then the Second, and last the First and just get this damn farce over? What the fuck does he sees in people, in this damn planet? Humans had a perfectly good planet then they fucked it up, then they helped to fuck up this planet, and for what? Space fuel? FUCK THAT! Is all death and games and secrets and I am fucking tired of it! So someone here, please give me a good reason to not just tell the Shunsui to activate whatever secret plan they have already and start the Fake Revolution or whatever!" Then break down crying

>>1355718
Can White even install a protocol? Who besides the techno-pinheads can do that?

We're a fake, we should have a basic understanding of that sort of thing. Updating and altering programming sounds like the kind of complicated the Sansuis would be proud of.

>>1355761
Memory Core's hidden protocols, the only ones that cannot be countered, can only be installed by your local porcupine headed douche canoes. The rest go in body parts and are therefore easy to replace. Also

>Shunsui

Is that you, omake-chan?

>>1355779
It is not. Forgot my trip for here.

I keep doing that.

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Also douche canoe for your amusement. Should I paint it?

>>1355987
Nice as is.

Honestly, I pictured them having the spiky Guido hairstyle. I like this better. Like they go through a lot of effort to make it look like they don't put any effort into their hair.

>>1355712
"Now we wait. Unless you want to storm the place. She's got Preah so I see no point in that. Myself? I'm going to go listen on that radio channel and see if Raisin passed on my message and if they want to actually talk to the rest of us. Or maybe catch wind of something going on between the Second and the Greathorn. You all sound like me right now, what happened to the fountain of inspiration you all found in Toast? She's not bright, or good at making quick decisions, but she can talk to people, and as far as we know that was the whole point of this. Holding some fake hostage isn't going to do anything for them so unless you think nukes are going to start flying right now we don't have any good reason to panic either."

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How about this? I've got a lot to learn, so expect silly drawings every so often. Also, reply in like six hours!

>>1356228
All anime ninja goth. Even more obnoxious. He just keeps getting more perfect

This seems to, at least, get Atma to stop giving you the occasional glare.

"Good luck with that," Trash says, a bit more bluntly than usual. "The Second is un-fucking
reachable from here, and those three are too dumb to remember that much consecutive
numbers."

"88.1 MHz FM," Lumina dictates, as if at some point of her sad life she, out of hunger, ate a
typing machine.

"Might as well make that our address," Atma says, and you find no deredere anywhere near
those words, "since all we can do now is sit back and wait."

Which is all that happens after that.

--------------------------------- : ( -----------------------------

Turns out, Trash was right. Two hours in at the radio station and the only sound that comes
from it is the rain beating the lone tower from the side.

You wonder what to do.

>>1356930

"Okay... I don't care how but I am going to get her back. Know a way?"

No horn go home.

>>1356930

"So... who wants to go on a rescue mission?"

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commander, thanks for all, and excuse us for so little

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join the lince's army

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>>1363405
>>1363402
Agus la concha tuya.