1. [The mercenary who helped out in the fight against Sapphire Eyes and her goons shows up. And he turns out to be a hulking metal colossus. One who's wearing a long coat, for some reason.]
Hello. I am Daniel, an independent contractor. Or merc, if you prefer. Your commanders agreed to hire me, and I'll work for Unity Group now. I always wanted to do that; I think that's my most prestigious boss yet. If you don't trust me, check my website. It has credentials.
There are two things I'm asking in return. First, don't touch the Gun of God and Apostle's Armory. I'll handle them. The rest of Steel Wanderer is fine for touching. Second, I'm looking for my friends, Maggie and Bobby. If you've seen them, let me know.
...I'm also asking for payment, but your commander covers it. So it's technically three things.
2. [The website in question turns out to be embarassingly amateurish - like something out of Geocities, or Japanese internet. It even has a midi song playing in the background (a theme from some old western movie). But there are recommendations from previous people Daniel worked for, and they have only good things to say. And it seems he never took any morally questionable jobs, only honest ones like protecting settlements or convoys.
Feel free to comment on the website to other people or to Daniel.]
3. [Steel Wanderer kneels down in the hangar. It looks like the mech's only visible weapon is a hugely oversized revolver - the Gun of God Daniel mentioned. The cyborg is here too, operating some kind of console, connected with a cable to Wanderer's shoulder-mounted Apostle's Armory system. The console is full of switches, and screens showing unlabelled charts that mean nothing to an untrained eye, but Daniel doesn't look lost, and operates it with confidence. Finally, he presses a button, the Armory starts to buzz, and after a few seconds, it spits out a mecha-sized bullet on the hangar's floor. Only then Daniel notices he has company.]
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Hello. I am Daniel, an independent contractor. Or merc, if you prefer. Your commanders agreed to hire me, and I'll work for Unity Group now. I always wanted to do that; I think that's my most prestigious boss yet. If you don't trust me, check my website. It has credentials.
There are two things I'm asking in return. First, don't touch the Gun of God and Apostle's Armory. I'll handle them. The rest of Steel Wanderer is fine for touching. Second, I'm looking for my friends, Maggie and Bobby. If you've seen them, let me know.
...I'm also asking for payment, but your commander covers it. So it's technically three things.
2. [The website in question turns out to be embarassingly amateurish - like something out of Geocities, or Japanese internet. It even has a midi song playing in the background (a theme from some old western movie). But there are recommendations from previous people Daniel worked for, and they have only good things to say. And it seems he never took any morally questionable jobs, only honest ones like protecting settlements or convoys.
Feel free to comment on the website to other people or to Daniel.]
3. [Steel Wanderer kneels down in the hangar. It looks like the mech's only visible weapon is a hugely oversized revolver - the Gun of God Daniel mentioned. The cyborg is here too, operating some kind of console, connected with a cable to Wanderer's shoulder-mounted Apostle's Armory system. The console is full of switches, and screens showing unlabelled charts that mean nothing to an untrained eye, but Daniel doesn't look lost, and operates it with confidence. Finally, he presses a button, the Armory starts to buzz, and after a few seconds, it spits out a mecha-sized bullet on the hangar's floor. Only then Daniel notices he has company.]
Yes?
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"Look at this pathetic bullshit. Protecting the damn sheep like they meant something. Oh Baa baa baa. Thank you for helping us Mister Sheepdog sir. Here's a pat on your head, a bone and a dollar for helping us out!"
[Remille shook her head at her twin's comment, but the small smirk on her face clearly showed her amusement. The others merely chuckled and nudged each other.]
"Waste of good cybernetics if you ask me. If they wanted real fighters they should have just called us!"
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[Daniel approaches the group from the back.]
You think it's pathetic to protect those who can't protect themselves? You won't impress anyone with that edge.
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[This time its Remille who speaks up, her arms folded as she regards Daniel with contempt.]
"Silencing threats proactively is a better solution than simply running to where weaklings bleat for salvation."
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"You walking scrap heap... do you KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU'RE TALKING TO?! We're the Ninebreaker's elite team! You aren't even worth the dirt under our boots!"
[Boyle storms over to grab Daniel by his coat. He of course cannot lift Daniel, though his augmentations do let out an audible whine from the attempt and there is a straining noise from the fabric.]
"You stop looking so FUCKING SMUG!!!"
[Nevermind he can't see Daniel's expression either. The other Frighteners look equally as irritated as they stalk forward with ill intent.]
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[Izuru seems shocked for some reaason, and this is because...]
You are just like Major Kagura!
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...There's someone else like me here?
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[For some reason, whenever his fame is mentioned Izuru always feels embarassed.]
Yeah. There is the Major, I think you'll see by yourself.
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And I'll need to talk to your Major. I thought I'm the only one.
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[Izuru realizes too late that Kagura may not be happy with everyone knowing her little secret. Change of topic, change of topic.]
Really? But we weren't in that many interviews at all... it doesn't really matter but I wonder who is the most popular from the team now.
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Going by that name, it must've been one heck of a quest. Even worse if you made it yourself.
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I can't tell you by whom. But I can tell you this: there's likely more than one Gun of God.
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As a goddess, I wouldn't be handing things like these out to just anybody if I were in charge of 'em.
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[Her expression quickly faded.]
It's pretty much an accident that I'm that champion.
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