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Notification: Emergency alert to all ground squadrons.

The fleet has finished calculating the bombardment trajectory.

Notification: Emergency alert to all ground squadrons.

The fleet will commence orbital bombardment.

Starting impact countdown now.

Notification: Impact in four, three, two, one.

YAKITORI: SOLDIERS OF MISFORTUNE

THE REAR GUARD

Hell yeah!

Yes! That was so cool!

You're so dumb.

All right, it's done.

Well, I guess that's why they wanted us to be sure about it.

"Now I will become Death,

the destroyer of worlds." Right?

Hmm.

This is such a chilling thing to see.

So this is the burden we have to carry.

What's wrong with you?

What? Nothing. I'm fine.

Anyway, let's be careful.

I'm sure there's more rats out there.

The bomb didn't take them all out.

Yeah.

Notification: Priority: Officer Rimel to all squadrons.

You have orders to terminate enemies

and secure the base's runway.

Attention, all soldiers.

With the enemy artillery down,

the fleet will drop a shuttle straight to our runway.

You will do whatever you must to secure the area.

We will be evacuating with the special envoy.

Sir!

Notification: Message from Officer Rimel to K321.

"We don't mean to leave you behind, but you're on your own if you're late."

"Hurry back here."

End of message.

- This is how they thank us? - I could cry.

If they cared about us at all, they would've at least given an extension!

Right now, we don't have much time.

If we decide to head straight back on the main road,

we won't make it.

So no time for detours.

Those assholes.

It's going to be pretty dangerous.

We'll draw attention, especially in the armored truck.

Maybe we ask for another orbital strike to clear the way back.

But then the road will blow up too.

Let's use the cannons here to get rid of the rest of them!

We can't. There isn't enough ammo.

God!

Hopefully, we'll get a little support on our way back.

It's too bad we don't have rat poison

since we're fighting against giant rats.

That really is too bad.

That would take them out immediately.

Wait a moment.

What if...

Yeah, this could really work!

A flare?

An M34 grenade.

A smoke screen!

Will the rats die if we hit them with smoke?

- Well, not exactly. - Then why?

If we use it as a camouflage,

we have a better chance of getting out.

Fine, but we need to hurry it up.

We don't wanna miss our only ride home.

ONE MONTH AGO

TRADE FEDERATION RAPID DEPLOYMENT FLEET OFFENSIVE DROP MOTHERSHIP TUF-FORMNITY

YAKITORI DROP OPERATION

Whoa! Okay!

Enough atmospheric launchers for a thousand people!

What a sight!

Looks like a bunch of caskets if you ask me.

Good point.

Hey, don't jinx us.

We don't need that bad energy.

Don't point at me!

Akira said that!

Come on.

I'm always positive.

Hey, come on! Hey!

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

Huh?

Right, that was the last of the grenades.

Let's start praying.

Hopefully, we won't run into any more enemies on the way.

The satellite will be providing our location.

And the vehicle and the roads are on screen.

We won't need to see.

And what if there are obstacles.

Then we're unlucky.

And hopefully, there won't be.

What?!

Notification: Fleet shuttle has descended.

Withdrawal proceedings are right on schedule.

Right. We need to hurry up!

Whoa!

That's destroyed.

Come on. Just drive.

Notification: Three kilometers to destination.

Prepare for your arrival.

Hmm. Almost home free.

Finally.

Notification: Enemy spider tank is reactivating.

No way?!

Shit! Zihan, punch it!

Notification: Random evasion mode is recommended.

Copy! You have control!

What?! Hey!

Notification: Switching to random evasion mode.

This is a Trade Federation road traffic regulatory safety warning.

Please ensure your safety belts are fastened.

That was a mistake.

Yeah, I sure hope it was.

We're so close!

Notification: TUFLE launched.

It will reach the planet surface in 23 minutes, 15 seconds in Earth time.

Check the monitor for details.

It already launched!

Hard to tell when gravity is zero.

An anti-satellite guidance missile?!

Formnity is under fire!

Fleet Three, requesting emergency descent support!

Disperse jammers!

Rush those interceptors! Take out the source!

Hey, this is bad!

We have an emergency transmission from command

to all active ships!

Suspend all ground support.

All squadrons, target the Union Fleet!

Maintain artillery range while getting in circle formation!

Fleet Three, escort the support vessel and fall back!

What about us?

- Nothing. - No support?

Like they'd give us that.

Didn't you hear just now when they all ran away?

They left us.

What now?

What do we do?

Notification: Enemy anti-air cannons have been detected.

Damn it! No! Help!

No! No!

The oxygen! I can't breathe!

Mom? Mom?!

Damn!

I don't want to die out here!

Changing routes! Avoid the enemy anti-air cannons!

Switch off auto mode!

Notification:

Several allied units are deviating from the area of operation.

Auto mode has been released.

- What's that? - Admin AI, you can turn off auto mode?

What options do we have now?

Notification: You can reset the drop zone.

If we stay here, we'll be sitting ducks.

Maybe we should change our drop route too.

Where are we dropping?

If we can follow some allies, that might be our best bet.

Admin AI, where's the area with the most danger?

Notification: Probably the anti-drop zone.

You do realize a plan like that will kill us all?

- We have to change it. - No way!

If we drop in enemy territory, it's unlikely they will attack us.

There's gotta to be a ship there. We can steal it and escape.

You got a pilot for that plan?

Oh, I get it.

You're thinking we can steal a pilot as well.

Exactly.

Okay, Akira's plan is the best option.

Admin AI, reroute our drop course.

Notification:

We have entered the approximated anti-air cannon zone.

Not good. Hurry!

Priority notification:

Targeting detected.

Commencing emergency random evasive maneuvers.

Notification: Bailout is recommended.

If we could've, we would've done that forever ago.

So close.

We almost made it out of here.

Don't you give up!

Just think back on how Hellish our training was.

So don't give up!

You all got that?

We're gonna reach that runway. Hear me?

- Yeah. - Copy.

Thanks for the pep talk.

Let's hurry.

It has been non-stop since yesterday!

Be grateful you're still alive!

This way!

We got nowhere to run to.

In other words, we can't get off this planet

unless we take out that spider tank blocking our way.

Yeah, but that's easier said than done.

We have multipurpose missiles.

Did you forget we took them out before?

We had friendly units we were using as bait.

Plus, we were closer to the base that time.

Why are you always so negative?

Haven't I heard a phrase about that? The pot calling the kettle black.

What now?

Right now we have neither the time or the means to run from here safely.

So...

So what?

We'll split the enemy's focus.

We'll break off into two groups and attack in waves.

That won't be enough.

What do you mean?

Someone is going to have to be a decoy.

So one person goes in and draws away the enemy's attention

while the other two groups attack in waves.

It's not a bad plan.

It's a good plan.

We just have to choose which of us will be the decoy.

Are you saying it should be me?

Well, it was your idea.

Are you scared of being the decoy?

I thought you were a lone wolf.

You don't need one of us to hold your hand, right?

What?! No, damn it!

If I die, I'll come back to haunt you, so you better take it down fast!

Take this, asshole!

It's going.

Hold on.

We should wait until it turns its back on us before we try this.

Idiots! Come on! Hurry!

Akira!

Tyrone and Erland, go now!

Copy that!

We got them!

One more!

Akira?!

What's he doing?

Take this!

Ah!

We did it, Akira!

You were a perfect decoy!

Shut up.

- There. - Akira!

You actually did it!

Looks like my positivity finally paid off.

Mmm.

Huh?

Hang on.

There's no way

Huh?

Notification: Several missiles are closing in.

Damn it! Hey! Did everyone change their flight path?

Once we meet up on the ground, we need to find a way in.

Look for an entrance to the hangar.

Hey?

What's going on? Are you there?

Admin AI, can you check if our comms are on?

Ah.

Notification: Communication system is operational.

Then why isn't it connecting?!

Notification: Because there is no signal in this area.

No signals here?

Checking status:

Casualty rate of Unit K321 is maybe 80%.

Shut your mouth.

Updating status:

Trade Federation military regulation states you have the right to surrender.

Shut up!

Warning: This is vital information.

I am obligated to give you notice.

Stupid Admin AI! You listen to me!

Set my drop course to the last one I said!

Then never spout any of that nonsense about them being dead again!

What was that?

Forced activation.

Notification: End of Program Mariana.

Thank you for your participation.

Huh?

Erland? Zihan?

Akira?

Amalia?

- Zihan! - Amalia!

Thank goodness! You're all okay!

You too.

You guys!

You're alive!

Relax.

Congratulations, members of Unit K231.

You've completed Program Mariana.

And you're the only survivors.

Is this it? Are we gonna die?

No! There has gotta be something else.

There's gotta be!

Akira, you're really brave.

And it was an honor to fight with both of you.

Shut up!

Didn't I tell you?

Don't give up yet!

He's right.

As long as we're alive, we can't stop fighting!

What?!

Huh?

Oh yeah! Look at that!

And the cavalry has arrived!

Who's that?

It's the Trade Federation!

Hey there, decoys!

What? It's you... from before.

We were saved.

Thank god!

Yeah!

I wanna go home now.

The heck was that?

Anyway, this planet sucked!

Yeah, I hope we never come back.

I couldn't agree more.

You all tired?

- Officer Rimel. - Hmm.

You guys are so damn cool!

I really appreciate that you didn't leave us there to die and stuff.

Our rule is Command is the last to leave.

That's how we do things in the Marines.

Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but...

Go on, Yakitori?

It's just

you're not like the Trade Federation.

Something's off.

Marines!

Nothing like the Trade Federation!

Marines!

We're the most loyal team!

The ground force unit is compromised of a single bond

forged through blood and iron together.

And so we're founded on tradition and morals,

opposite to the Trade Federation.

Huh.

Members of Unit K321,

we welcome you not as Instants anymore,

but as our comrades in arms!

Notification: The shuttle has landed.

Releasing the hatch.

Oh.

I can't wait to fill my face with hamburgers again!

You're under arrest!

Hey now, what is this?

Tyrone!

- What the hell is going on?! - Akira!

So you stabbed us in the back!

You asshole!