[ about what, she doesn't get to finish saying, because it's memory time. please ignore the cafe part and start with the actual cutscene.
it's a little strange, though? going into the memory, there's a faint, persisting feeling of disorientation. a thin current of real and physical pain threading through the background that ... has no basis in what's being seen, right? it's a kind memory, even despite its fuzzy edges.
who is this doll? why is she so familiar?
--ah.
and reality crashes back in. right. the explosion. the typhon armored tanks taking aim, knowing that 416 won't be able to escape in time, your last charge of TNT, and a last second plan of--
you can't feel your arm past the stump remaining. there's something wrong with your chest. there's something wrong with your eye, and one of your legs, your system diagnostics are blaring errors and critical failures at you, and your team is yelling at you, for you...
[ despite how much they've chatted, it really seems like neither 45 or phoenix got a good sense of who they were before all this -- maybe not even that great a sense of who they are now. so seeing this, especially from 45's perspective, is jarring. and feeling all of it-- ]
[ phoenix is silent for a good few seconds before he speaks up. ]
I'm going to have to give you a verdammt history lesson for most of this to make sense... A rundown of the politics between the major branches of the Neo Soviet Union wouldn't be out of the question either, but whatever.
[ ugh. she crosses her arms and taps the fingers of one hand against the juncture of the other. ]
Timeline. A little under two years ago, in late 2061, an 'accident' at the main manufacturing plant of the Sangvis Ferri weapons company killed everyone present. In the aftermath, the facility's central AI, referred to as 'Mastermind', took hostile control of the facility and all subordinate models. This was kept a secret from the general public, not hard to do when anyone onsite was killed. The military, rather than deal with this themselves, opted to contract it out to a small private military contractor called Griffin & Kryuger, which was notable for the high proportion of T-Dolls in their employ.
Two years later, the military decides to change their mind and propose a joint operation with Griffin to deal with Sangvis Ferri permanently. This presumably tips their hand to StateSec and the Federal Security Bureau, who send one of their own agents in to figure out what's going on and, if necessary, stop the military from achieving it is they were after. At the climax of the joint operation, comms in the area are cut, most of not all electronics operating within certain regions are either knocked offline, compromised, or berserked by a virus known as Parapluie. Whatever happened then, Griffin was left in a poor position and was forced to retreat to a safer sector while the military continued on towards its objective of a 'key.'
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[ rip guy, scapegoated for having a bad day. ]
Buuut, if not them, then were you making something for the directors?
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[ rip.... ]
Just flexing my artistic talents.
[ gimme a memshare whenever!!! ]
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[ about what, she doesn't get to finish saying, because it's memory time. please ignore the cafe part and start with the actual cutscene.
it's a little strange, though? going into the memory, there's a faint, persisting feeling of disorientation. a thin current of real and physical pain threading through the background that ... has no basis in what's being seen, right? it's a kind memory, even despite its fuzzy edges.
who is this doll? why is she so familiar?
--ah.
and reality crashes back in. right. the explosion. the typhon armored tanks taking aim, knowing that 416 won't be able to escape in time, your last charge of TNT, and a last second plan of--
you can't feel your arm past the stump remaining. there's something wrong with your chest. there's something wrong with your eye, and one of your legs, your system diagnostics are blaring errors and critical failures at you, and your team is yelling at you, for you...
oh, good. then it worked. they're fine. haha. ]
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[ phoenix is silent for a good few seconds before he speaks up. ]
... Reckless.... hm?
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Please. If my say so mattered at all we wouldn't have been out there in the middle of all those tanks in the first place.
I did the best I could with what I had, that's all.
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[ this is her chance to say no if she doesn't want to talk about it! ]
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[ just imagine the amount of redacteds the report would have. ]
None of which means a damn thing here, so by all means, feel free to ask.
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[ he'll never share her redacted past! ]
What was happening?
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[ ugh. she crosses her arms and taps the fingers of one hand against the juncture of the other. ]
Timeline. A little under two years ago, in late 2061, an 'accident' at the main manufacturing plant of the Sangvis Ferri weapons company killed everyone present. In the aftermath, the facility's central AI, referred to as 'Mastermind', took hostile control of the facility and all subordinate models. This was kept a secret from the general public, not hard to do when anyone onsite was killed. The military, rather than deal with this themselves, opted to contract it out to a small private military contractor called Griffin & Kryuger, which was notable for the high proportion of T-Dolls in their employ.
Two years later, the military decides to change their mind and propose a joint operation with Griffin to deal with Sangvis Ferri permanently. This presumably tips their hand to StateSec and the Federal Security Bureau, who send one of their own agents in to figure out what's going on and, if necessary, stop the military from achieving it is they were after. At the climax of the joint operation, comms in the area are cut, most of not all electronics operating within certain regions are either knocked offline, compromised, or berserked by a virus known as Parapluie. Whatever happened then, Griffin was left in a poor position and was forced to retreat to a safer sector while the military continued on towards its objective of a 'key.'
[ pause. following along so far, herr phoenix? ]