Azure 0: Rebellion Sequence/A2E1: The Unorthodox Operation/Transcript

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Arc 2: Children of Sin
Episode 1: The Unorthodox Operation
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Area: Outside of Naobi and Iwasu 
Within Imyo's hideout, destroyed
Thick purple and black hazes of scourge and miasma filling the small hideout destroy whatever it touches, a makeshift chair and couch are scattered into Seithr followed by a plain table. It keeps moving through like a fog, but no one appears to be living within.
A cat beastkin is seen up on the higher floor where the haze has yet to touch, and leaps up into a hidden attic like compartment, concealed by a ars circle.
Imyo: Move, kid, they're on our tails again!
Following the urgent voice of the cat beastkin, the younger male with silver-hair and red accents streaking their spiny strands is pulled away by a sleeved paw. And although he's younger, he's able to keep up with the agility of the beastkin. They jump out of the opening in the room from the removed cover and land on the stripped earth outside rushing away from the hideout. The teenager looks over his shoulder and watches another of their refuges getting destroyed with a sense of disappointment, but he keeps moving alongside Imyo.
The small hideout continues to break down into nothing, casting haze of Seithr and black fog to the skies. A woman with lavender hair and rose-colored eyes watches on. She is clad in a black-purple uniform with red hemming, and upon the uniform is the insignia of the SIA.
Rose-Eyed Woman: (Sighs, responding calmly) Gone again... it seems as though the beastkin was expecting a move like this.
The young woman looks at the Prime Field alongside her and the soldiers who come back from the wreckage of the hideaway.
Rose-Eyed Woman: Spread out and look for them. If you locate them, get rid of the cat and take the child.
Without another word, they salute and beginning scouting the area. After this, the young woman folds her arms and rests a finger on her jaw.
Rose-Eyed Woman: Run as much as you desire, Imyo. You won't escape the Marshal's cities.
As the pair keep hurrying through the area, Imyo heads for the site where there is a destroyed facility with no particular banners--at least not ones that can be discerned, all torn up and strewn about. After finding a makeshift passage through the wreckage, the two reach a small rest point of the abandoned facility. Imyo leans against the wall, his posture alert and his ears flat. The white-haired teenager looks at him in slight concern, wanting to keep moving.
Imyo: (Sighs in concern) We can’t keep going like this... (looks back) this is the third time they’ve chased us out, isn’t it?
Nex: ...I don’t have to stay with you. I can leave.
His tone makes the beastkin look over in surprise.
Nex: You don’t need to do this. You'll probably die if you keep trying.
The grim tone of such a young male is met with a snort of amusement.
Imyo: (Waves his paw) Nah, I signed up for this. Don’t worry about it kid, we’ll make it through.
Nex: …But--
Imyo: One thing’s for sure, hiding you is getting harder by the day. And none of my allies are in reach… but it’s about time we think about finally breaking out of these city borders instead of bouncing between them for temporary safety. If this keeps up, Lukain will pin us down eventually.
Giving up on fighting the beastkin about this, the young silver-haired teenager seems to look under the weather, his posture slouching.
Imyo: (To himself) There’s something reacting with him in these cities. We’ve got to get an exit route... but I don’t have anyone I can contact right away.
Suddenly the cat beastkin's eyes light up in realization.
Imyo: They shouldn’t draw too much more attention to us compared to my old allies from the War. (Looks at Nex, gesturing to him sternly) Don’t move, kid.
When Imyo heads off toward another room where some broken down consoles are a frown of confusion sets in on Nex's face.
Entering the remains of some kind of observatory overlooking a completely collapsed lower level, the beastkin tries to find a console that is still workable. One surprisingly gives off some faint traces, and he quickly hooks a smaller device to it and inputs a string of codes into it. A short prompt lights up on it, establishing a connection, weak at best.
Imyo: Hey, is this going through? Are you there?
The sound from the device starts cracking as the transmission barely patches through.
???: (Transmission) Yeah, we're right where you told us to be. Waiting for you, in fact. Any snags on your end?
Imyo: Unfortunately. My other allies had to leave before it got too hot. Can’t exactly blame him... all of the past affiliates with the Rogue Sectors have been dying one by one. So it’s just myself and the kid I told you about.
He shakes his head, putting a sleeved paw on his forehead.
Imyo: Listen, I know I said to wait for me, but frankly I don’t think I can get a way out of this on my own. So... hate to ask, but I need you and the others to rendezvous with me as soon as possible. Prepare an emergency transfer as well, in case we need it. Lukain has jamming devices for long distance so we can’t get out using that, but it should still work in a small vicinity.
Nex frowns and fidgets while waiting for the cat beastkin, looking over the broken down remains of the facility, scowling at the remnants of some kind of projects long abandoned. It wasn’t even a week ago that he was in a similar place, going through excruciating tests. His body still hasn’t adapted to those alterations.
???: (Transmission) Yeah, copy that. Switch will lock onto your position if the worst case happens, but you'll have to remain in place for a few seconds once it's happening. Find a safe place to hide for now. And Imyo... this makes up for that time in Yamatsumi. The tally is getting close to five for both of us.
Imyo: Wasn’t aware you were keeping count of something like that... it isn't gonna be the last time I call you guys either. I’ll send my coordinates to you and we’ll work on getting a way out of this part of the region. I’m currently in--
He looks around for some kind of sign of his location.
Imyo: One of the region's old research facilities on the outskirts... looks like one of those places I raided with my war allies...
Nex keeps looking around at all the broken down devices and architecture, repressing his urges to try to escape on his own.
???: Gotcha. Stay safe there, we're coming. Over and out.
Once Imyo stops the transmission he puts the device away. Returning to the main chamber, he notices the silver-haired male isn't where he should be. He glances around after exhaling, unsurprised by Nex's decision to move somewhere else. Finally seeing that the young male is trying to keep moving by himself, climbing some of the metallic structure, Imyo shakes his head and folds his arms.
Imyo: What are you doing?
Nex: Trying to get out...
Imyo: (Snorts) I can see that. Do you even know where you're going?
Nex: I know where to go...I can deal with it myself. I get what you're trying to do but I don't need--
He responds while going up. Without warning, loose debris crumbles from his hold and he tumbles to the ground with a groan. Imyo moves over and puts his paws square on his shoulders pulling him up, making him face him, causing Nex to blink with a look of surprise.
Imyo: Nex, you need to calm down and stop wandering off at every opportunity.
As he’s scolded, the two-toned eyes of the teenager squint with annoyance, only to feel a paw land on his head which isn't enough to hurt but it makes Nex flinch.
Imyo: Don’t give me that look, it’s not going to help you. If you keep acting this way you make it harder on us both. I understand you don’t trust people, but you can’t do everything alone, especially right now.
Removing his hand from his skull after the sudden blow, Nex doesn't seem to relent.
Nex: But they know where she is, I don’t want to leave until I find her.
Imyo: You’ll walk right into a trap.
Nex: No, I won't...
Rubbing his head at this spiraling verbal disagreement the two are locked in, Imyo exhales deeply.
Imyo: I get your frustration, and one day you’ll be able to fight them, today just isn’t that day. People like Lukain and Akuhei even I struggle to withstand fighting.
Nex: (Frowns) But I have the Azure.
Imyo: You do. That’s not enough, you shouldn’t just rely on that power anyway, it’s too destructive and unwieldy for you right now. You’re far too important to let fall in their hands again.
Realizing he can't win this argument, the teenager sighs in dissatisfaction and bitter acceptance.
Imyo: I have some allies coming here, so just hold it together a bit longer, we’ll get out of here.
A few minutes pass and they hear the sound of moving debris that Nex was previously climbing on. Imyo’s ears flick and he looks in that direction. A small group of individuals comes inside and meets up with the cat beastkin who goes to greet them while Nex stays in his spot.
???: Kept you waiting, huh?
The leader of the group slowly heads forward towards Imyo and puts the steel briefcase he's carrying on the ground. His tan features are sharp and refined, and a five-o-clock shadow frames his face. Lean but muscular, he wears an olive green bandana over his head. A short-sleeved shirt that is camo has several pouches on the belt, alongside leather tan cargo pants and black combat boots. A rifle is holstered on his waist along with several trinkets hanging from the barrel, and he has a large caliber chromed revolver strapped to his right thigh.
A smile flashes on the muzzle of Imyo as he pats the tan male’s back in greeting.
Imyo: Good to see you again, Locke. You seem to be holding up well.
Nex: So... who’re they?
Nex asks with a hint of uncertainty while staying against the wall, staring at the newcomers with a bit of a subtle scowl.
Imyo: (Looks back at Nex) Ah, these are some of my outside contacts and allies. After the fallout with the Sector I started taking up work on my own. They ended up coming along for the ride as I met ‘em. Could say we became a bit of a mercenary force, a faction I established for jobs outside of the missions I'd normally take up from my old group...
Locke: So this is the kid you've been protecting? I can see he's special. Name's Locke. And you are?
Nex doesn’t respond to him, his eyes quickly move elsewhere. Seeing the boy’s reluctance and dismissal makes Imyo exhale in exasperation, rubbing his head and shaking it once.
Imyo: (Apologetically) Don’t take it personally, he’s just a bit withdrawn. That’s Nex, got him out of one of their private facilities. He was severely mistreated, so he doesn’t trust anyone.
Locke: Oh, I see how it is. Nex, then... well, we've got someone your age with us, so you'll be fine.
The rest of the mercenaries stay still, waiting for orders. Nex discerns some of them. A large dark-skinned man dressed in lightweight armor lugs a large gun and several packs around, another dark-skinned man with short multi-colored dreadlocks has a lot of devices on him, currently fiddling with a tablet. But only one of them truly catches his attention. A tall teenage girl with shoulder-length blond hair and piercing golden eyes looks at Nex, sizing him up. She wears a tan leather jacket, black jeans and a pair of hiking boots, but his attention is drawn to a katana slung over her shoulder in a careless manner.
Locke: These are (Points towards the gunner) Spence, (Points towards the technician) Switch (Points towards the girl) and Cerea. We're sort of Imyo's personal squad, he takes us with him when he needs a tighter crew. There's more of us, but we're the "elite".
Nex takes a few seconds to look at each of the members of this squadron as they’re pointed out.
Imyo: They’re reliable, and won’t draw too much attention to ourselves by traveling with us.
Nex: (Unconvinced as he shakes his head) If you say so.
Imyo: (Ears droop as he sighs) Have a little faith, Nex… they’ll do everything they can to help you get out of here.
Nex: Okay, but how? You said Naobi would be difficult to get through.
Imyo: It is. Wasn’t lying when I said getting out of Lukain’s cities isn’t easy. But I’ve got a contact who knows the best routes to go, she’s clashed with Lukain quite a bit in terms of operations in these cities. Once we get somewhere a bit safer than this, I’ll ask her for some advice. Then when we get out of the main region it’ll be a bit easier to manage a route home.
The youngest male seems a bit impressed with the planning of his sudden guardian, but he doesn’t let it show on his face for long.
Locke: If Imyo says he has a plan, he means it. Trust me, without his thinking we'd all be six feet under.
Imyo: Let’s get out of this facility for now, get ourselves off their radars and set up a place for camp. (Looks at Nex) Get some food too, huh?
Nex: (Groans in disinterest) ...I’m fine. Not hungry, not tired... I just want to get away from this place.
Imyo: Well, regardless, you need to get more acquainted with the people you’ll be traveling with. You’re not just a kid I’m smuggling out of the region or something, I’ve taken responsibility for you now, so you're part of this group, whether you like that or not.
Grumbling as he doesn’t get a choice in this matter, the young rebel watches the others head out toward the tunnel that Locke created for them. He follows after the cat beastkin at his own pace, noticing the golden-eyed girl looking at him now and then.
Locke notices that the girl is somewhat interested in Nex and slows his pace to end up next to her.
Locke: So... what do you think, Cerea?
Cerea: About what?
Locke: About this kid. Interesting guy, huh? I mean, he's the only one about your age among us. Maybe you'll get along with him.
Cerea scoffs at these words and shakes her head.
Cerea: Dunno about that. He doesn't seem like he wants any company.
Flicking his ears once, Imyo looks at the younger male who lags behind. He nudges his head toward Locke and Cerea.
Imyo: Why not say hello? She is curious about you.
Nex: (Curtly) Doesn’t need to know anything and I don’t need to say hello.
Imyo: If you stay silent the whole time, that’s going to make the trip a lot less enjoyable for yourself.
Nex: I’m not trying to enjoy it.
The cat beastkin lowers his head and tries a different approach.
Imyo: Did you have any friends at that refuge?
Nex: (Flatly as he frowns) Does it matter? They died.
Imyo: That incident you received the Grimoire in wasn’t your fault. You shouldn’t rob yourself of getting to know others just because of one poor experience.
Nex: Maybe not. But for now it's just how things are, and don't pretend you know what's best for me.
Nex's prickly and hostile tone brings a frown to Imyo's muzzle.
Locke: Come on, chica, everything will be fine. He won't bite... I hope.
Cerea: It's not about that, man... he doesn't want to be around people. I ain't in a mood right now either. Maybe once we set up a camp.
The rest of the trek is relatively silent. Nex keeps to himself the whole way until the tunnel gives way to a chamber of some kind, and running water fills their ears. When they step out of the tunnel, they see the secluded spot outside. A body of crystal-clear water is flowing in a ravine, while the area is well hidden by the collapsed bits of the facility and crystals have grown out of the jutting stone, filled with natural mana that makes their bodies glisten like gems. Nex turns his head upward and looks to see the moonlight peaking through the cracks of the eroding structures.
Imyo: Hard to believe a place like this still is around with that fortress of a city just a bit away from us. But this should do for now. Switch, get an interference field going to get us off radars.
Switch: Understood. Running a cloaking protocol.
Switch quickly sets up a device in the middle of the area and enters several commands in his tablet. The device opens up and creates a dome around the place, creating an interference field that is giving off false signals to radars.
Switch: Should be enough to not get spotted.
Watching the field get set up, Imyo nods in appreciation and then looks at Locke.
Imyo: Alright, seems like it's safe to set up camp here for the night, so I hope you brought the portable tents.
After taking in his surroundings for a few more seconds, Nex keeps exploring and walks over to the crystal-clear water, before he looks down at it with a frown of thought. Subconsciously he finds himself reminded of his time elsewhere, accompanied by the girl who lingers in his memories.
The mercenaries quickly set up a camp, driving pegs into the ground and building tent carcasses from light poles. Locke gathers kindling lying around and arranges it in a pattern to create a campfire. Igniting it with his lighter, he looks around and makes sure the smoke won't blow towards the city.
Locke: Alright, the wind blows away from Naobi.
Imyo: Good to hear it. We’re going to need the rest tonight, I have a feeling this is going to be more difficult than any other job I’ve gotten. I don't think I made it clear just how large of a commitment I decided to take on... but I can't turn back now.
While the other mercenaries are setting up the campsite, he looks in the direction of the lone Nex staring longingly at the water rushing by.
Imyo: That kid, he has the Azure. So that means the time that this system can be altered and challenged is coming around again. But it’s also a chance for the system to become unstoppable…
Locke: The Azure? Thought it was gone from this world since the Third War. You sure the kid has it, jefe?
Locke asks as he continues to maintain the fire, blowing at it and adding more kindling to it before constructing a log cabin around it. The crackling of the flame joins the sounds of their voices.
Imyo: He has the Power of Azure, no doubt in my mind. Perhaps it’s not the full force of it but I’ve seen the kid do some insane things… Lukain was using him as some kind of core in an experiment to create a nightmarish being I’ve never seen before, he was trying to smelt the Azure in it, even was getting a Prime Field ready to Observe it.
His ears droop and he sighs in contemplation. Disappointment dulls the beastkin's usual candid tone.
Imyo: Even if I saved him, I failed to intervene fast enough to prevent him from getting connected to that Grimoire. So although the Azure has bonded to him, it’s already in jeopardy. But I can’t give up on him simply because the Azure isn’t what we desire from it--I want to think he’ll overcome the odds...
Locke: If he's with you, I'm sure he will. Just about everyone who meets you is overcoming even the most unfair odds.
He finishes up the campfire and sits down in a folding chair next to it. After this he gestures to himself.
Locke: I mean, look at me. I was another grunt in the NOS who was considered expendable, but you gave me a way out. If not for you, the odds would've killed me. Hell, everyone here owes something to you one way or another.
Imyo: Nah. You say it like it was all my doing... while I did intervene, I just tried to help people find a new way for themselves. It was all your own willpower that let you find new chances.
He sits down in a chair, letting his tails move about.
Imyo: Still, I think fate itself has its eye on this one... not sure how much of a match I am in that kind of war. Not like we won against it in the Third War either... hell, our world barely survived. We could be living in a far different situation.
Nex finds himself staring intently at the crystallized formations sprouting around. He puts his fingertips to them and a warm energy floods him. Something about them is calming and the pain in his head subsides, so he stays near them, letting the energy relax the tension and discomfort. While this happens, he glances over to see the mercenaries hard at work on the camp, but he stays away, feeling out of place among them.
Imyo: If the Azure is here again, it’s either a chance for our ruination or our freedom. And as long as there’s a chance, I’ll take it.
Locke: Maybe... just hope it's the latter option. We're basically living on a prayer here. It's just how it is.
Locke takes a glance at Nex looking at the formations and turns back to Imyo.
Locke: He doesn't seem to be a very sociable kid. Did he ever have friends?
Imyo: He knew some people at a refuge near Izanagi's ruins. But from my understanding, they didn't survive the events of Nex gaining the Grimoire. It devoured many outside of his control.
He turns his attention to Nex who catches their stares, frowning and staying away.
Imyo: I doubt Lukain made him feel any better about it, since Nex seems to think of himself as walking death. But deep down he’s just a kid, an unsure and hurt one who won’t trust anyone. I feel like I make some progress at times, and then he reverts to shying away again.
Locke: Maybe he needs to be around someone his own age... like Cerea, for example. She's been with us for four months already, I bet she misses her friends from Iwatsuchi. (Sighs) It's a damn shame what happened to her parents.
Imyo: It was unfortunate. But… nothing is ever coincidence in our world, both our despair and our joy. (Looks at Cerea and Nex) At least I was able to help them.
Locke: Yeah... but still, losing them at such a young age has to suck. I mean, my mother is still alive, still in Haniyasu. I keep sending her and my sister the money I make from our jobs. I want them to have a better life than me. But... these kids go through hell at a much younger age.
Imyo: World isn’t getting any better to live in, that's for sure. If things don’t change with this generation, I don’t see any of us having much of a future.
He gets up from the chair, noticing the camp is set up, so he allows his spirits to liven up again after such heavy topics.
Imyo: But enough of it, let’s eat some food and call it a night. I’ll contact Nicaiah in the morning.
Locke: Alright... we got food packs for now, didn't bring the cooking stuff with us, so may as well just add water.
Imyo: It’s fine, Locke, don’t worry about it. (Looks over to Nex) Nex, come on.
Nex responds and looks their way, but he doesn’t move.
Nex: I’m not hungry...
Imyo: Nex, join us for dinner. I know you’re hungry. You haven’t eaten a thing.
Apprehensive, the silver-haired teenager finally stands up and makes his way over to the fire, looking around for somewhere to sit. He finds a folding chair and tries to get it to unfurl and stand up, but only finds himself getting frustrated with it.
Imyo: (Rubs his head) He, um... doesn’t quite understand how normal things work.
Grumbling, Nex scowls at the chair, giving up on it and letting it sit on the floor as it unfurls on it's own, much to the teenager's disapproval when he takes his seat finally.
Spence quickly gives everyone a metal bowl with a spoon and some sort of bubbling mass inside of it. Nex takes his bowl and watches as the mass inside rapidly condenses into something resembling pea porridge with a side of chili in it. He reluctantly scoops some of it up and puts it in his mouth. As he takes in the flavors, the young silver-haired male seems to be a bit indifferent to this meal. Humming in thought, he looks at the porridge and chili and focuses on eating it so Imyo won’t bother him about it anymore. The cat beastkin meanwhile seems to enjoy the meal.
Imyo: Never can go wrong with a classic like this.
Locke: Well, you know the saying, "Beggars can't be choosers". So it is what is. I got used to this as a grunt.
Spence: It's fine. Nutritious, has everything to keep a man full for hours.
Locke: Yeah... speaking of nutrients, you've been cutting down on carbs, big man.
Spence: Gotta keep this bod maintained. My intake is huge, so I had to make some sacrifices.
Locke: I bet... maybe you should've thought of that earlier and laid off the donuts.
Spence: Aw, come on, man, don't bust my balls.
Imyo: (Laughs) Spence can carry that weight on the field, that’s all that matters. Once we start having to roll him around, then you can get on his tail about it. (Looks over to Nex at his side) How bout you, kid-- do you like it, Nex?
The rebel feels his guardian’s paw on his shoulder and quickly looks up from the food after swallowing another mouthful of it.
Nex: It’s not terrible… (Looks at the chili and porridge again) I just… I’ve never had something like this.
Imyo: It isn’t exactly the fanciest dinner, but it gets the job done, especially when we can’t stay in one place too long.
Nex: It definitely beats eating those cores... so I guess it’s nice to have a normal meal.
Locke: As long as you get nutrition from it.
Spence: Yeah... Cerea knows how to cook, but we didn't bring any stuff here.
Cerea: You kinda make it sound like it's a big deal, Spence.
Spence: C'mon, she's just shy... (To Nex) Tell ya what, she's fantastic. Food she cooks is out of this world, you'll see.
Nex: It’s not anything people need to go out of their way for. I’m fine eating whatever.
He puts the bowl down after finishing most of his food. As he tries to manage some semblance of gratitude, Nex is still apprehensive.
Nex: It was good…
Imyo: Glad you enjoyed it, Nex.
Locke: Well, thanks. Although it's just a military ration, nothing fancy about it.
Nex: Well, I don’t really know many other kinds of food. So, it was all I could think to say...
Still uncomfortable, he looks at his bowl and then elsewhere.
Nex: I’m going to spend the rest of the night in the tent.
Imyo: (Surprised) You don’t have to go, Nex, you can sit out here with everyone.
Locke: Come on, Nex, we're not gonna bite. Just chill by the fire.
Despite Locke’s offer being full of friendliness, the teenager withdraws in unease.
Nex: It’s fine. I’m just tired. You guys do whatever.
He gets up from the chair and finds his way to a tent. Inside of it is a small area to sleep. As the boy lowers to the sleeping bag, feelings of dejection and frustration gnaw at his mind.
Nex: Tch. I don’t belong here...
His chest aches, and crimson wire-like veins creep across his skin, making him touch it with a wince. As it occurs, he quickly pulls out his locket from around his neck, sitting on the cushioned surface to look at its glistening blue surface.
Nex: (To himself) Why did you send me here into a reality like this? I found my Azure, but it still feels all wrong, and I’m no closer to finding you. What is it you want me to see in all this?
He doesn’t expect any kind of answer from the object, but it gives him some modicum of comfort all the same and the blackness and crimson alterations disappear.
After Nex has been gone for a few moments, Imyo looks at the tent and sighs.
Imyo: See? He shies away after a bit. He doesn’t seem to like being around anyone for very long.
Locke: Yeah, I can see that. Well, maybe he'll get used to us over time.
Locke looks at the mercenaries finishing up their tasks and puts his hands on his hips.
Locke: So... we should expect guests during the night. I'll keep overwatch.
Imyo: (Nods in understanding as he gets up from his chair) Alright, Locke. Try to get some rest yourself though, we’re leaving at dawn.
Imyo works his way to his own tent, reflecting on the events.
Imyo: (Exhales deeply, thinking) Looks like this is gonna be my toughest job yet. Somehow I gotta get this kid to a place he can have a fighting chance...can't fail again like we did in the War. (Squints) Not again.
[Cut from camp to outside of the facility]
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Area: Outside of Naobi and Iwasu 
Unknown Facility
Stock Prime Field units patrol the area, going around the perimeter while ground troops continue to comb through each section. After several minutes of this, they return to their superior and give a report.
Rose-eyed Woman: Any sign of them?
The two soldiers dutifully report to the woman, but their response only deepens her sullen, steely frown.
NOS Soldier: No, m’am. We’ve scouted the area, but there’s no traces of the beastkin or the child he took. They've covered their trail well.
NOS Soldier B: But there are also no reports from Naobi that they’ve been spotted so they are somewhere between the cities.
Rose-eyed woman: They wouldn’t be able to leave either… (Touches her device) General Akuhei, there’s no sign of them here, how should I proceed?
A harsh voice of a male fills her ears from the other end, but it doesn't disrupt her calm any, appearing used to this.
Akuhei: (Transmission) Keep looking, Rythrean. The Marshal didn’t tell you to stop. I don’t think I need to get involved myself, do I?
Rythrean: (Sighs) No, sir.
Akuhei: He asked you to find them, so do it. Honestly, how hard can it be to find a kid and a damn stray cat? Try to get this done before the others of our division catch wind of this, huh?
Rythrean: Understood, General. We'll continue our search.
The woman looks to the abandoned facility, squinting at it with her rose-colored eyes.
Rythrean: Where are you...?
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End of The Unorthodox Operation
Continues in: Duality of Azure
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