Clank... Clank... Clack... Clank...
The massive weight of the mech leaves deep impressions in the snow. Each step is like a toddler learning to walk.
Clank... Clank...
Commandant, how does it feel inside?
...
This mechanical unit must be what Rosetta meant by protection.
Following Captain Staessen's orders, a human-sized Polar Soldier Armor has arrived—and Rosetta immediately puts it on your head without a word.
Because I promised the Gray Ravens that I'd keep you safe.
You'll get used to it. ARU fishermen use these for deep-sea operations.
I'm not exactly blessed with good luck... The transport crash was probably my fault, too. Better be prepared for the worst.
Yeah, because I really am... Sorry.
No, I don't think it's just superstition, but a type of intuition. Anyway, it never hurts to over-prepare.
...We should have brought more troops with us. We're assigned to a relatively small area, but...
Dammit... You bionical barnacles!
A series of distraught voices interrupts your conversation. You and Rosetta look over to see several armed fishermen fighting with bionics.
This is our land! We'll git 'em back with our bare hands. Git outta 'ere, you hairy dodos!
ROAR!!!
I knew some of 'em will react like this... These fishermen sure are something...
Rosetta brandishes her equipment and rushes to their aid, but halts right as she activates her wings.
Since you're the commandant, it just occurred to me that it might be better to wait for your orders.
Roger, Rosetta. Moving out!
Roger, Rosetta. Moving out!