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Lieutenant Colonel.

I know. I just saw them.

They're trying to block us.

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

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

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

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

Tell us how!

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

just going to drop us?

From this altitude?

Oh, it's okay.

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

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

a spare.

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

After making contact, evacuate straight
to the forest.

Ah, right, thank you.

But listen, don't underestimate me, kid.

May the speed of...

Everyone,

prepare for impact.

Lieutenant Colonel.

Let's go.

I don't know.

Oh

Contact with the Noxner are not good.

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

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

enemy. They've constructed a defensive
perimeter.

What's Nord Lake's situation right now?

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

rapidly approaching the target.

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

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

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

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

Layrather HQ.

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

Doesn't seem to have finished its
repairs.

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

Roger. Now initiating combat.

We all need help.

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

Impossible! It wasn't supposed to repair
itself!

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

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

So they've succeeded in luring us out.

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

them, sir.

God damn it. Those worthless hunks of
crap.

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

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

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

Our radar's down.

We have no observation drone.

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

home free.

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

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

We'd only be wasting missiles.

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

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

bleeding for now.

And what will you do after now passes?

Send in some other random team?

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

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

Scrapping the rest of the plan?

That's simply abhorrent conduct.

Beneath humanity, even.

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

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

The Federation has higher ideals to
uphold.

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

It'd be our own fault after all.

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

And now you must live with the
consequences.

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

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

It seems that may be unnecessary.

All members of Nordlicht have survived.

And they're still attempting to destroy
the Morpho.

And to think the real one was somewhere
else.

For real. Even you couldn't tell.

Okay, everyone.

We're changing targets.

Heading 280.

Distance 5 ,000.

Equip heat rounds.

Get in position.

Roger.

Hail Rider to no face. Come in.

Approved firing schedule complete. Over.

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

destroyed. The analysis was correct.

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

No face to Hail Rider.

Proof confirmation of Balaguer's
destruction.

Hail Rider to no face.

That is unnecessary.

Balaguer was utterly annihilated.

Roger, no face.

Vacate your firing position and return
to your designated district.

Roger.

Fuck.

Don't tell me they can fight that.

You think this silly toy comes to defeat
me?

But Laker, it can still move.

No way.

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

Well, not for much longer. Say goodbye!

All right, now what?

Should I fire again, Shin?

Hello?

Shin!

No face to Pale Rider.

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

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

I will obliterate the enemy.

No face to Pale Rider.

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

from the combat zone immediately.

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

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

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

prove fatal to Barlager.

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

and must fall back down.

You are ordered to return to your
designated district without further

and continue to fight there.

I

repeat,

you are to withdraw from this combat
area.

Don't get away.

Jin! Jin! What's wrong?

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

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

Jin! I believe in you!

We're all gonna die!

Follow them, Morpho. Are you insane?

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

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

here. Let's go.

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

yours?

This is insane.

You must know that.

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

This is gonna get me killed.

Listen up, men.

Turn around.

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

like.

We'll cover this zone.

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

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

Good luck.

That mark.

It belonged to the Nosin clan.

Follow me, beleaguer.

You're like me.

You have no home except your place on
the battlefield.

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

I'll destroy your comrades in your
command.

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

your eyes.

I'll make sure you're alone forever.

I need to reconfirm this info.

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

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

Or send reinforcements.

Will you still continue your pursuit?

We have to.

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

anyway.

There's no other way.

Maybe, but I have to tell you.

It's embarrassing to hear you say that.

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

conditions change. It's just not fair.

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

in that.

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

Legion Hill territory.

It becomes even harder to destroy.

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

to accomplish. You get it?

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

Do you get it?

Retreating today only to die tomorrow is
meaningless.

I understand.

Very well.

No.

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

so mortified it would kill me.

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

home alive.

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

The Black Widow who slays the Legion.

Stop that murderous praying mantis.

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

Ah, obviously.

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

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

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

You're terrible.

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

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

left his wife behind.

I don't care about the monsters at all.

But don't waste your tears on them
again.

They don't deserve it.

You stupid?

She's in heat.

Open it, Fido.

Quickly.

That's an order.

Open it.

Are you kidding me right now?

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

Because I don't...

Yes,

I really am a hostage.

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

evading your duty to come home alive.

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

right? Surely you couldn't be that
deranged.

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

do that would be you.

Don't ask me.

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

Would you like to go with Fido, then?

I can't see that working.

Fine. Whatever.

I'll take her.

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

Thank you.

Don't do it again.

You didn't have to do this.

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

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Right. Lunchtime. Let's eat. Yeah.

We were just preparing it.

We'll need to make another meal.

Frederica.

You know how to use it, right?

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

should end things on your terms.

Are you sure?

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

I told you to close your eyes.

You fool.

Too late. I saw your memories.

You carry them all, like permanent
scars.

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

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

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

Together unto death.