Danilo/Dialogue

==XPD_Pitt02_Mission==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	There you are. Got some advice to help you survive out here. 	
 	 	 	You made it. 	Matter of fact. Maybe a little impressed (but only a little).
 	 	 	Into the Sanctum and back, with your soul intact. Not many can say they've done that. 	
 	 	 	Past here is the cathedral - the Fanatics' favorite prison camp. The captives here... they get beaten down into shells. Then they're sent elsewhere. 	
 	 	 	Let's get to it. As usual, we need to prepare the way out for the escaping captives. 	
 	 	 	We've got some housekeeping to do. Conditions in the Trench never stop deteriorating. As such, we can't afford to stop preparing. 	
 	 	 	No time to lose. I've got another task for you. 	
 	 	 	We don't have time to mess around. 	
 	 	 	If you're here to mess around, go home. 	
 	 	 	Hope you're taking this seriously. 	
 	 	 	When you're ready, we need to head underground. 	
 	 	 	Prepare now, while you can. Next we're heading underground. 	
 	 	 	Prepare now before we head underground. There won't be any more chances to catch your breath. 	
 	 	 	Seems you're enjoying the fresh Trench air. 	Disingenuous. That air is NOT fresh
 	 	 	Let me know when you're ready. 	
 	 	 	Things get dicey from here on out. Make sure you're ready. 	
 	 	 	Past here is the Sanctum. Make sure you're ready. 	
 	 	 	Once I unlock this gate, we'll be knee-deep in Fanatics. Prepare yourself. 	
 	 	 	Frontal assault isn't my specialty, so it'll be all you inside. 	
 	 	 	It's not smart to linger down here. Finish up and let's move. 	
 	 	 	The longer we linger down here, the more risk we're inviting. 	
 	 	 	Don't tell me you're getting cold feet. 	
 	 	 	It's good to have a reliable partner. Thanks. 	
 	 	 	Don't forget what you've done today. Despite what I usually say... every life counts. 	
 	 	 	I take it you're heading back. I would, if I were you. 	
 	 	 	Still here? 	
 	 	 	Your vertibird's waiting. 	
 	 	 	Unfinished business? 	
 	 	 	It's good to see you well. 	
 	 	 	Once we enter the cathedral, just stay at my back and keep me covered. Can you do that? 	
 	 	 	I'm counting on you to cover me in there. Ready? 	
 	 	 	I can't find anything if I've got a bullet in my back. You ready to cover me? 	
 	 	 	Kinda busy here. 	
 	 	 	Need to focus. 	
 	 	 	Watch my back. 	
 	 	 	Need you to cover me. 	
 	 	 	Still looking. 	
 	 	 	Not done yet. 	
 	 	 	Rushing won't help. 	
 	 	 	You should be watching our exits. 	
 	 	 	Over here. 	
 	 	 	This way. 	
 	 	 	Look over here. 	
 	 	 	Right in front of you. 	
 	 	 	You look like you've seen a ghost. 	
 	 	 	Still alive? 	
 	 	 	You found me. 	
 	 	 	Saw you coming. 	
 	 	 	Quiet down. I could hear your steps from a mile away. 	
 	 	 	If anyone asks, you didn't see me. 	
 	 	 	I wasn't here. Understand? 	
 	 	 	*quietly clearing throat* 	
 	 	 	Shouldn't stay here long. 	
 	 	 	*quiet inhale* Smells like trouble. 	
 	 	 	Need to get moving soon. 	
 	 	 	It's all I can do. 	
 	 	 	No way around it. 	
 	 	 	If you come back, I'll be glad to work with you again. If not, that's probably best for you. Safe travels. 	
 	 	 	We've got one more thing on our hit list today: the Foreman. They're in charge of operations around here. Removing them equals chaos for the Fanatics.	
 	 	 	By this time the Foreman will have no choice but to confront you directly. Get ready. 	
 	 	 	The Fanatics have appointed a new Foreman. Let's keep their time in service as short as possible. 	
 	 	 	There's another Foreman spinning the wheels of this hell house. Take them out of service. 	
 	 	 	The Fanatics' new Foreman is coming for you. Prepare yourself. 	
 	 	 	It's time to finish this hit list. Take down the Foreman, and get out. 	
 	 	 	One more obstacle. You should know this one by now: they're a foul-mouthed fiend with a superiority complex, due for excision. 	
 	 	 	The Foreman is making a move. You'll have to confront them on your way out. 	
 	 	 	The Sanctum's got a new Foreman. Prepare for confrontation. 	
 	 	 	Only the worst of the Fanatics are confident enough to traverse the underground freely: the Harrowers. 	
 	 	 	They're in charge of pain and punishment. I'm sending you to take them down before they can inflict any more. 	
 	 	 	You're going to deliver freedom to some captives. 	
 	 	 	First, get the key from a Fanatic Warden. They'll be set up at a checkpoint, well defended against the trogs. The prisoners aren't so lucky. 	
 	 	 	Trogs roam outside their cells, tormenting them. Clear the way for them, and send them to me. I'll take care of things from there. 	
 	 	 	The trogs are a major threat to anyone who gets sent down there. 	
 	 	 	Even those protected by cage bars are tormented by the screams of less fortunate victims. 	
 	 	 	I developed an explosive that's effective against trog nests. I call it "Troglocide". Pick up a canister, throw it in, kaboom. Lots of dead trogs. 	
 	 	 	Well done. Head to the cathedral entrance so we can finish this. 	
 	 	 	It's not over yet. Make your way to the cathedral entrance. I'll be waiting. 	
 	 	 	I'll be at the entrance to the cathedral. Meet me there. 	
 	 	 	So far so good. Now let's see if you can survive until the outpost. 	
 	 	 	There aren't many safe places for survivors in the Trench, but this is one of them. I'm sending you the coordinates. Look for a waterfall. 	
 	 	 	Make it here alive, and we'll talk about bringing hell to the Sanctum. 	
 	 	 	Let's meet at the outpost. This'll be your last break before you enter the halls of perdition. 	
 	 	 	Check in with me at the outpost before you head underground. Once you enter those tunnels, there's no turning back. 	
 	 	 	Let's meet up before heading to the Sanctum. You'll find me at the outpost. 	
 	 	 	Don't underestimate the Harrowers. They're the worst of the Fanatics... The worst of humanity. They feed on fear and pain. 	
 	 	 	They have torture rooms down here. That's where you'll find them. 	
 	 	 	Listen up. I'm your contact in the Trench. That means you follow my instructions, or you end up worse than dead inside the radpits. 	
 	 	 	I'm sending you a location to meet me at. If you can make it there without dying, you'll do just fine. Probably. 	
 	 	 	You know who it is. Meet me on the ground as usual. I'll send you a new location. 	
 	 	 	Sending you my coordinates. Don't pass them along, and don't bring any unwanted company. 	
 	 	 	Awaiting you on the ground. New location. Can't have us becoming predictable. 	
 	 	 	The warden will be well defended. Insurance against the trogs. 	
 	 	 	Once you get the key from the warden, free the captives and send them outside. I'll make sure they're taken care of. 	
 	 	 	I've hidden Troglocide around the tunnels. They're a bit hefty, so you won't be able to do any hundred-meter sprints while you're carrying one. 	
 	 	 	One more warning: the trogs have come to recognize the scent of the bombs. Once you have one, they'll come running. So make use of it quick. 	
 	 	 	If you go straight ahead, you'll emerge right in the middle of the cathedral. Instead, I recommend sneaking in through the catacombs on the right. 	
 	 	 	It's your call. I'll unlock the gate now. Just don't die. 	
 	 	 	Remember, suicide path straight ahead. Stealth route to the right. You know the rest. 	
 	 	 	I'm unlocking the gate. See you again topside. 	
 	 	 	I've got bad news for you. The sun has set, and everything in the Trench is worse after sundown. 	
 	 	 	Anyone caught out during this time isn't likely to survive. If you really wanted to be a hero... you could take stock of the area and offer help. 	
 	 	 	But the smart move is to book it straight back to the landing pad. Your choice. 	
 	 	 	Sundown storm has rolled in. You've survived it before, but there are people out there who won't. Take 'em or leave 'em. 	
 	 	 	You're acquainted with nighttime in the Trench. It will take casualties. Meet me at the landing pad when you've done what you want to do about it. 	
 	 	 	Likely there's a few people caught out in the storm. My recommendation: leave them and get back to the LZ. 	
 	 	 	Vertibird's waiting, but you've got a storm to wade through first. There's other survivors out there too. Proceed as you will. 	
 	 	 	Storm's heavy. Most people won't survive the night. Save them if you want, but you should get to the vertibird as soon as possible. 	
 	 	 	I'm sure the survivors appreciate your help. Without you they'd be dead, or close to it. 	
 	 	 	Some folks out in the storm won't be so lucky. That's just the way of it here. 	
 	 	 	Noticed you picked up some civilians on your way here. It's more than you needed to do. I'm sure they're appreciative. 	
 	 	 	You looked out for more than just yourself, despite the risks. That's far more than can be said for most. 	
 	 	 	You made the smart choice, getting here as soon as possible. No use taking unnecessary risks. 	
 	 	 	The storm will claim some lives tonight, but not yours. Consider it a win. 	
 	 	 	I'll get in contact when you're finished. Don't mess up. Mistakes carry a heavy price here. 	
 	 	 	You're on your own now, so tread carefully. I'll contact you once you're done. 	
 	 	 	That should cover it. Hope you paid attention. It's the only thing that will keep you alive out there. 	
 	 	 	I'm heading out. I'll be in contact over the radio. 	
 	 	 	Keep your eyes peeled out there. Paying attention to your environment will be the difference between life and death. 	
 	 	 	Anyone navigating the Trench needs gear. Most importantly, masks and meds. 	
 	 	 	The Fanatics are the best-equipped people in the Trench. They have a labor yard nearby you can raid for supplies. 	
 	 	 	There's a hidden dropbox in the yard as well. Deposit the supplies there, and I'll redistribute them to escapees. 	
 	 	 	There's runoff waste constantly sinking into the chasm. It piles up and makes the paths dangerous. Even falls and traps people. 	
 	 	 	In short, you're on sewage duty today. Get in there and destroy any blockages you come across. And don't be surprised if something comes out of them. 	
 	 	 	I need you to deal with a few radpits that have cropped up. It'll keep the Trench just barely traversable for us. 	
 	 	 	Take these stakes. They're filled with a chemical compound that neutralizes radiation hazards. 	
 	 	 	I only have enough to spare for the worst of the worst. So gear up, track the rads to their source, then place the stake before your gear melts off. 	
 	 	 	We're hitting the Sanctum, a former Union safehouse taken over by Fanatics. 	
 	 	 	But we need to make some preparations out here in the Trench before we head inside. I hope that's enough information for you to go on. 	
 	 	 	I'm not used to working with others. And in my experience, the less people know, the better. 	
 	 	 	It's a radioactive wasteland that eats up anyone stupid enough to wander in. Safe spots are few and far between. 	
 	 	 	It's near impossible to get out alive if you don't know what you're doing. Makes it a perfect prison. 	
 	 	 	The Fanatics realized that, and they're taking full advantage of it. 	
 	 	 	You know everything you need to know. 	
 	 	 	(sigh) Listen. Everyone has parts of their past they'd rather leave behind. It's better that I just stay a shadow here. 	
 	 	 	I know the Trench. I'll be a guide for anyone who needs out. 	
 	 	 	I do. But next time, don't come to the Trench unprepared. 	
 	 	 	Very clever. You already got what you need. Don't mooch for extra handouts. 	
 	 	 	We're hitting the Sanctum today, but we need to make some preparations first. You ready for instructions? 	
 	 	 	I see you've got some radiation gear. If that was a precaution where you come from, here it's your saving grace. Wear it like a second skin. 	
 	 	 	Wear some radiation gear. 	
 	 	 	If you didn't need it where you come from, you'll need it here, unless you want to look like a Picasso portrait in a couple of hours. 	
 	 	 	It's over. 	
 	 	 	You know how this ends. 	
 	 	 	It's your time. Not mine. 	
 	 	 	Waste of effort. 	
 	 	 	Lay down and die. 	
 	 	 	Tch! 	
 	 	 	Ugh! 	
 	 	 	Grah! 	
 	 	 	Damn! 	
 	 	 	Shit! 	
 	 	 	(sharp inhale) 	
 	 	 	Ugh... 	
 	 	 	I can't... 	
 	 	 	This is... pathetic... 	
 	 	 	Is it my time? 	
 	 	 	Ungh! I need you...to cover me better. 	
 	 	 	Need you to handle these Fanatics... 	
 	 	 	Damn! I can't work like this... 	
 	 	 	Shit... Gonna need you to stim me. 	
 	 	 	Get us out of danger... Then I'll need some meds. 	
 	 	 	All the captives wear tracking collars. As if escaping without them wasn't already hard enough. 	
 	 	 	I've got a program to destroy the tracking data, but it's spread across multiple terminals, so you'll need to run the program on each one. 	
 	 	 	There's a pipe organ on the upper floor of the cathedral. It has some prerecorded hymns. 	
 	 	 	Playing that music suddenly should create chaos. Enough to give some captives an opportunity to escape. 	
 	 	 	Once you start the music, hold the floor for as long as you can, keeping it clear of Fanatics. 	
 	 	 	I'm coming with you this time, and I need you to cover me. 	
 	 	 	This place holds valuable information about the Fanatics and their hostages. Plans, correspondence, lists of names. 	
 	 	 	Knowledge is power. We're here to claim it. Defend me while I gather the documents. When I say the word, we'll scram. 	
 	 	 	Don't make me say it. There's only one way to know these parts as well as I do. Only one group with that much freedom in the Pitt. 	
 	 	 	I can never change my past. But I can use it for better means. 	
 	 	 	This isn't a heroic rescue mission. It's reality. We do what's viable, and leave the rest. 	
 	 	 	I know it's cruel. But if we're going to do anything at all, we have to work within our limitations. 	
 	 	 	Fanatics. Lots of them. And the captives: human husks who'll hardly react if you throw a grenade at their feet. 	
 	 	 	Best to ignore them for now. We've done what we can for the folks underground. And we'll come back. 	
 	 	 	This is the reality of the Pitt, for ordinary people. If you're not strong or cruel enough, everything but your life is stripped from you. 	
 	 	 	One last thing. There's a survivor here: Ava Rose. I wouldn't normally recommend getting involved with anyone, but... 	
 	 	 	Ava has something important to say. Consider being an audience before you head out. 	
 	 	 	Before you leave, I'm sure Ava would appreciate hearing from you. 	
 	 	 	Remember to talk to Ava if you want to do extra. 	
 	 	 	Ava could still use help, if you're willing. 	
 	 	 	It's the only thing left for me to do. 	
 	 	 	I sold my soul to the winning side. Told myself it was for survival. But really, it was just the easier route. 	
 	 	 	This is my price. And the debt might never be repaid. 	
 	 	 	Not unless you're already a ghoul and don't mind swimming through a sea of chemical waste. 	
 	 	 	I know the Trench. It's impossible. 	
 	 	 	Not beside you, no. I don't work like that. But I'll be nearby. 	
 	 	 	Someone has to keep an eye on what's happening in the area. While you're knee deep in gunfire, I'm ensuring you still have a path in, and a way out. 	
 	 	 	Darkness. Trogs. Fear. Death. 	
 	 	 	It's quiet down there. Until it's not. My best advice to you is to keep your head on straight. 	
 	 	 	Tread carefully, keep track of where you are. And when you hear the screams? Remember...that they're not yours. Not yet. 	
 	 	 	When you're ready, we need to head underground. It's the only way in or out of the Sanctum. Everything else is untraversable. 	
 	 	 	The Sanctum itself - the cathedral - it's crawling with Fanatics. Them, and the unfortunate victims they're holding hostage. 	
 	 	 	Sorry to say it's not going to be any more pleasant down there than it is up here. Let me know when you've steeled yourself. 	
 	 	 	I unlocked a shortcut for you. It's time to get out before you lose your chance. 	
 	 	 	You've caused quite a fuss in there. Better get out now, before any surprises come along. 	
 	 	 	Now's your chance to get out. I opened a shortcut for you. Don't waste it. 	
 	 	 	Your exit's secure. Might be some leftover cruft in the way, but it seems you can handle that. 	
 	 	 	I've secured your exit. Make your way back out to the Trench. The faster the better. 	
 	 	 	We're done here. Make your way out and I'll meet you at the landing pad. 	
 	 	 	That's it for today. The Trench is waiting, and with any luck, your home sweet Appalachia. 	
 	 	 	As a reminder, your only way in or out of the Sanctum is underground. I opened a shortcut for you. The rest is up to you. 	
 	 	 	Looks like it. It's dangerous to gather like this. Attracts attention. If these people knew better, they'd disperse. 	
 	 	 	But I guess... sometimes safety isn't the most important thing. 	Emphasis on "isn't". This is a reluctant admission; normally he would say the opposite.
 	 	 	Like clockwork. I don't exactly know the physics behind it. Why it happens doesn't matter so much as preparing for it. 	
 	 	 	It's like some kind of divine reckoning. Every night this place is stripped bare. Only the worthy emerge from the ashes. 	
 	 	 	Or maybe just those with a little extra luck. I'm not sure what I believe anymore. 	
 	 	 	Don't you know it's bad manners to ask a shadow where it's going? Shadows appear where the light can't reach. 	
 	 	 	They give people a place to hide. A place to grieve. Sometimes, a place to conceal their blade and wait for an opportunity. 	
 	 	 	If you're expecting sentimentality, talk to Ava. You won't find it here. 	
 	 	 	Doesn't mean I don't appreciate your work. You put your life on the line to help. That's more than most can say for themselves. 	
 	 	 	Still... hope? Do you really mean it? I didn't think anyone cared... especially not some stranger... 	
 	 	 	Hardly. It's more of a dysfunctional parasitic relationship. 	
 	 	 	Any captives with the bright idea to sneak past the Fanatics are dissuaded by the trogs. Or not, and they're torn to shreds on their way out. 	
 	 	 	In return for the extra security detail, the Fanatics take on some... occupational hazards. 	
 	 	 	You don't have to tell me twice. 	
 	 	 	Out of the frying pan, into the fire. 	
 	 	 	Remember who we're doing this for. 	
 	 	 	That's good for today. I'm heading out. 	
 	 	 	I'd better scram. You stay here and finish up. 	
 	 	 	Time for me to scram. You're not off the hook yet. Await my instructions. 	
 	 	 	All done. I'll get out of here and contact you via radio. 	
 	 	 	Time for me to make myself scarce. Stay here and wait for instructions. 	
 	 	 	Time to put this information to good use. I'll head out and compile what I learned. 	
 	 	 	The Fanatics have some interesting plans. Count on me to make sure they don't happen. I'm heading out. 	
 	 	 	Good enough for now. I'll find a dark corner to slip out through. 	
 	 	 	Got it. Let's move on. 	
 	 	 	Done here. Keep moving. 	
 	 	 	Got what I needed. Let's go. 	
 	 	 	Let's move on. This reading isn't for the faint of heart. 	
 	 	 	Just when I thought the Fanatics couldn't surprise me... Come on. There's more where this comes from. 	
 	 	 	I've got a lead. Let's keep searching. 	
 	 	 	Found it. Let's move. 	
 	 	 	Nothing here. On to the next. 	
 	 	 	Stop wasting time. 	
 	 	 	I don't have all day to wait for you. 	
 	 	 	You made it this far already. Don't overthink it. 	
 	 	 	Maybe, if it would save lives. But I'm not working for anyone again. Not even the Union. 	
 	 	 	Plans, correspondence, lists of names. Anything that could give the Union an edge against the Fanatics, or a survivor the chance to escape. 	
 	 	 	Here we are. Let me know when you're ready. 	
 	 	 	Past here it gets tricky. Make sure you're prepared. 	
 	 	 	The cathedral is just up ahead. Tell me when you're ready to go in. 	
 	 	 	It's an old cathedral. Used to belong to the Union. It was a safe haven from the dangers of this place. 	
 	 	 	When the Fanatics discovered it, they... took over. Turned it into a labor camp. Now there's no worse place to be in the Pitt. 	He's hiding something - namely, the fact that HE was the Fanatic scout who discovered it. He feels guilty about this
 	 	 	A life is a life. You made all the difference for those you did make it to. The opposite can be said for those you didn't. 	
 	 	 	Don't blame yourself. Best thing we can do is move on quickly and prepare for next time. 	
 	 	 	In case you haven't been acquainted with trogs yet, don't mistake them for humans. Their flesh is like ours, they crawl on all fours and spit acid. 	
 	 	 	Have it your way, then. I can't stop you from getting yourself killed. 	
 	 	 	That's not important. I know who you are, you know who I am. What is important is knowing how to survive out here. 	
 	 	 	That's smart. 	
 	 	 	I'm not insulting you. Just trying to keep you alive. 	
 	 	 	(sigh) Sorry. I'm not representing the Union. Just working with them to help out. So I think we have that in common. 	
 	 	 	If you need confirmation I'm the right contact, I'm Danilo. Otherwise, my identity's not important to the mission. Neither are pleasantries. 	
 	 	 	Quick and direct. Keep responding like that and you may just make it today. 	
 	 	 	Heh. Not here, it doesn't. I don't know who you are or what organization you're part of, but you're out of your element. 	
 	 	 	This is about intel, not ego. The only way you're surviving the Trench is by following my instructions. 	
 	 	 	I appreciate your confidence, but too much of it could get you killed here. 	
 	 	 	I'm sure you've seen a lot in Appalachia. But you haven't seen the Trench. 	
 	 	 	Let's just agree we're both experts in our field. If I ever come to Appalachia, you call the shots. 	
 	 	 	I'm an independent party. I have knowledge that can help people, so I decided to use it. Made an arrangement with a Union member I knew. 	
 	 	 	They send me go-getters confident enough to risk their lives here, I help them rescue civilians. 	
 	 	 	And no, I'm not getting paid. I have my own reasons for doing this. 	
 	 	 	Get back before sundown. Trust me on that, and I'll explain later. 	
 	 	 	That mask is a necessity outside, but it obscures vision. Best to keep my peripherals clear when I can. 	
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