No. 21, functional output lowering.
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Work till you actually freeze. You know how much of a hole your maintenance cost is putting in our budget?!
Aw, Vera, you puttin' in work yourself, girl? Not time to be worryin' for that marshmallow blob!
Shut up, Mr. Low-Power-Mode!
...DAMN YOU, ASIMOV!!!
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Roland is using his troops to keep Noctis and No. 21 at bay. Vera can only reach them through their team channel. Her expression turns impatient.
Look at you, fighting amongst yourselves... I have to admit, I've never seen a team quite like yours.
You say it like you've met a lot of 'em, but I know you've only been frolicking with those Gray Ravens. Don't you dare group me with those amateurs!
Well, well...
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As Roland speaks, a series of loud explosions suddenly send nigh-invisible golden particles dancing in the air.
That's...
Hey, Vera, we're catchin' some weird dust 'ere...
Golden Vortex related.
HQ prepared these behind our backs, huh?
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The explosions came from somewhere near Miss Luna and Alpha. I doubt these particles will affect them, but...
Roland brushes aside the gold dust in front of him. He jumps off the platform, and brandishes his chain blade and gun.
...This reminds me of an unpleasant past.
Finally out of you shell, Roland?!
I've got somewhere to be now, so let's quickly get this over with.