Aht Urhgan Mission 24: Foiled Ambition/Plot Details

===Cutscenes===
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===Game Script===
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Foiled Ambition - Aht Urhgan Whitegate
Karababa: Ohohohohohoho!
Karababa: You've nothing left to prove! 
It's time for me to make my move.
Naja Salaheem: Thank you, Ambassador.
Naja Salaheem: I grrreatly appreciate your stance as a woman of action!
Abquhbah: I've never seen anyone enjoy chatting with President Naja quite so much before. 
(Why do I feel a chill down my spine...?)
Naja Salaheem: How absolutely wonderful.
Naja Salaheem: A branch office in the Middle Lands!
Naja Salaheem: And with the Star Sibyl's approval!
Karababa: Oh, don't give me all the credit.
Karababa: Player name's performance in the Execution Chamber convinced me of your company's merit.
Karababa: And with mercenaries such as these wandering the street, 
our lackluster Mithra soldiers will learn to stop dragging their feet.
Karababa: (Though he/she was nothing more than a wall, 
to prevent me from taking any damage at all...)
Naja Salaheem: Of course, of course!
Naja Salaheem: And you know, this mercenary is merely the tip of the iceberg for the talent we have here at Salaheem's Sentinels. Ohohohoho.
Karababa: What is your proposal? 
How will you run this venture with the resources at your disposal?
Naja Salaheem: Well, we'll have to start with choosing a location, designing the offices, hiring staff...
Abquhbah: Um, President...
Naja Salaheem: ...ordering weapons, training the troops, negotiating with the Federation Army...
Abquhbah: President Naja!
Naja Salaheem: What!? Can't a girrrl plan in peace!?
Abquhbah: I...um...that's a lot of work...
Abquhbah: I wonder if Ibwam will be able to handle everything over there by himself...
Naja Salaheem: Hm... 
You're rrright...
Naja Salaheem: Hm...
Naja Salaheem: Hmmm...
Karababa: Ohoho. You seem to have encountered a snag.
Karababa: I do hate when things like this start to drag.
Karababa: Abquhbah!!!
Abquhbah: Y-yes, ma'am!
Karababa: How many people do you have working here? 
And tell me their registration numbers, would you, my dear?
Abquhbah: Um...that...that information is confidential, you see...
Karababa: Quickly, now! 
Surely you don't intend to make an ambassador scrape and bow?
Abquhbah: Oh dear...my poor heart... 
Please remember, this is top secret...
Abquhbah: <Whisper, whisper>...
Karababa: Oho! So many?
Karababa: (And what is the number of my shield, pray tell me?)
Abquhbah: Oh, that would be... 
<Whisper, whisper>...
Karababa: Such an easy number to recall...
Karababa: I have no more reason to stall...
Karababa: Using the employee registration numbers, I will attempt 
to divine who is "it" and who is exempt.
Naja Salaheem: !?
Naja Salaheem: A divination...?
Karababa: That's correct. 
It's an ancient Windurstian art with results that are near perfect...
Karababa: This song will choose the person you need, 
with amazing accuracy and surprising speed.
Karababa: Eenie, meenie, minie, moe...
Karababa: Catch a tiger by the toe...
Karababa: If he hollers, let him go...
Karababa: Cast the spell and...
Karababa: ...you will know!
Karababa: And there it is! 
The registration number of who'll become your business whiz!
Naja Salaheem: A-and...who is it, Ambassador?
Naja Salaheem: Who is the lucky mercenary?
Karababa: Ohoho...
Abquhbah: (The suspense is killing me...)
Karababa: <Whisper, whisper, whisper>...
Naja Salaheem: Oh!? 
That number belongs to...
Naja Salaheem: ...Player name!!!
Abquhbah: (I knew it...)
Naja Salaheem: I should've guessed...
Karababa: Oho. Are you sure this mercenary 
can handle such a huge responsibility?
Naja Salaheem: Hm? Oh, I'm sure he'll/she'll be fine...
Naja Salaheem: The mercenary you rrrefer to as your shield is our number-one ace...
Naja Salaheem: Even the Emprrress has granted him/her an audience...
Karababa: !?
King of Hearts: Is aN*EmPResS hiGHeR*rAnK tHaN*a kiNg?
King of Hearts: And yOU*saY tHiS*meRceNarY iS*aN "aCe"?
King of Hearts: ThiS*caNnOT bE!!!
Karababa: An audience with the Empress. How impressive. 
If you relate that story, you'll find me quite attentive...
Aphmau: Ovjang...!
Mnejing: Where has she gone...?
Mnejing: What could she be doing...?
Mnejing: Who do I turn to...?
Mnejing: Who do I trust...?
Mnejing: What do we do...?
Mnejing: Ovjang...
Mnejing: Tell me...
Naja Salaheem: Yes, once everyone heard the story, the applications have just been rrrolling in.
Abquhbah: (And President Naja made sure everyone heard the story...)
Naja Salaheem: And it's all thanks to Player name here.
Naja Salaheem: So you see, sending him/her off to a foreign land would be like losing an arm.
Naja Salaheem: It would brrreak my heart to see Player name go...
Naja Salaheem: But if he/she was willing to expand the company and build a new office in Windurst--
Karababa: Oho! I understand the point of your speech.
Karababa: Who would have guessed that the Empress was within Player name's reach?
Naja Salaheem: Huh? 
Well, yes. 
I, too, was rrrather impressed.
Karababa: Player name's value in this land is beyond calculation.
Naja Salaheem: I...yes...huh?
Karababa: Ohohoho. 
I would never wish to damage your solid foundation.
Karababa: I must rethink this offer of an office in our land.
Naja Salaheem: What!?
Karababa: Why, didn't you dismiss it yourself out of hand?
Karababa: Losing Player name would be like the loss of a limb. 
I couldn't deprive you of that on a whim.
Naja Salaheem: No, no, I was just being--
King of Hearts: I HaVe*yoUR RefuSaL*sToRed iN mY*meMoRY BaNks!
Naja Salaheem: Just a... 
Now hold on there...
Karababa: Such a shame. I envisioned your company protecting our nation...
Karababa: Salaheem's Sentinels would have been our salvation...
Karababa: But I would never dream of ruining your bond. 
That couldn't be fixed by just waving a wand.
King of Hearts: LaDy*KaRabAbA! 
YoUR coMpaSsioN*kNoWs nO*boUNdS!
Naja Salaheem: Ambassador... 
You don't mean to tell me our deal is off...?
Karababa: We must shift our planning back to square one.
Naja Salaheem: !!!
Karababa: Now we really must go. Our business is done!
Naja Salaheem: Just a damn minute!
Karababa: We have a banquet to attend--no time for further delay.
Karababa: The Grand Vizier is not a man I wish to dismay...
Naja Salaheem: !!!
King of Hearts: YeS! 
ArRiviNG*LatE woULd bE*a teRRibLe iNSuLt!
Naja Salaheem: ...
Karababa: So very true. 
Once again, my good people, I bid you adieu!
Abquhbah: (Oh dear, oh dear...)
Naja Salaheem: ...
Naja Salaheem: ...
Naja Salaheem: ...
Naja Salaheem: Abquhbah!!!
Abquhbah: Y-yes, ma'am!
Naja Salaheem: Get a bag of simsim. 
Throw 'em all along this line! 
Without a break!
Abquhbah: Y-yes, ma'am!
Naja Salaheem: Hm?
Naja Salaheem: Well, well, well. 
If it ain't Assault rank Player name.
Naja Salaheem: Looks like ya did a fine job of guidin' and guardin'.
Naja Salaheem: Ya heard the ambassador singin' your prrraises, didn't ya?
Naja Salaheem: Ya must be thrrrilled.
Naja Salaheem: And I suppose you're expectin' the same sorta gushin' compliments from your prrresident, hm?
Naja Salaheem: Well, it ain't gonna happen!
Naja Salaheem: I can't even stand to look at your smug face rrright now!!!
Naja Salaheem: Get outta my office and outta my sight!
Naja Salaheem: Or I'll tenderrrize your hide and have mercenary steaks for dinner!