Story Reader / Extra Story / EX01 Grand Blue / Story
Right when you are about to lose your patience, Camu finally contacts you.
I found the control room. The connection underground is very unstable. I just found a place where I have signal.
Good. [player name], transfer the visuals over. I'll run the analysis right away.
Hey, tech guy, hurry up. This place ain't all flowers and daisies even for me.
Don't rush me. The more you rush, the slower it gets.
Ahem... That's basically what happened.
There was a trip-up due to unexpected company, but the situation is still under our control.
Is that so?
So where is our main dish?
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He is now wandering in the center of the auto-building structure. It will take him quite a while to squirm out of that place.
Long enough that the others can get our plans on the surface sorted out.
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Please do not worry, Miss Luna. He can't do anything in this hunting ground of ours.
Of course, you need only will it, and I can arrange for the Corrupted to dispose of him—in advance, to prevent future problems.
He, and the data he holds, will pose no threat to you, milady.
No. Act according to plan.
I decide what to do with him. Not you.
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Roland, do you find my decision disagreeable?
...No. I would never.
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Hm-hmm... Miss Luna, the deeper you hide your true purpose, the greater my curiosity grows.
Scan complete.
Looks like this panel is linked to the passages in various parts of the park.
As for the other one... It's probably the park's power management switch. Still looking into it.
You might want to get a move on. Pressing the wrong button shouldn't be that much trouble. I'll contact you when I make progress.
Then the only thing that's left, is...
[player name], I'll just press all the buttons and pull all the levers. The floor's yours after that.
A theme park, huh... Just not a Vera place.
But, good enough as long as there's a battlefield for me to dance. Nothing else matters.
21.
Ready. Awaiting orders.
Noctis.
Yeah, yeah, ready since time immemorial. Y'know them ravens and hawks seem to be in the same mission area. You sure that's okay?
Who cares about them? We have our own mission.
Yeah, but you and that Commandant... Wazzat-face? [player name]? Ain't ya drummed up about 'em?
Say one more word. I'll cut your head off, bring it back to Babylonia, and sew it on a service robot.
Fiiiiine fine... Guess we just do our job as usual.
