Alert... Alert...
Warning... Target locked...
Dazed, you can vaguely make out the flashing red light in your vision.
Your body inevitably leans to one side along with the cabin.
The hilt of a blade presses against your chest right then, stopping you from falling flat on your face.
Anyone got a rope or a chain? I'm not picky as long as it can tie this person onto the chair.
Oh, did I wake you up, Gray Raven Commandant?
Nothing major. It just appears that it won't be a boring flight after all.
With that, Vera suddenly retracts her hilt. You immediately grab onto the seatbelt next to you, lest your face kiss the floor.
The transport craft... is performing evasive maneuvers?
As you are wondering about that, the flashing red light vanishes as suddenly as it appears, replaced by the regular lighting you are used to.
Targeting lifted. We're clear.
Hell... What are the guys in the city doing? Testing their targeting radar? Gave me one hell of a fright.
It appears that you were targeted by the air defense system.
Speaking of which, the deployment on Constellia should be enough to handle many situations.
You were surprised to find yourself and Vera sent to this lost city of the Golden Age for a mild riot.
Stepping onto the landing pad and feeling the comfort solid ground offers, you cannot help but turn around and look at the giant windmill.
Its fan blades spin unhurriedly. Having witnessed countless stories, the windmill still stands tall in the city center.
Look how relaxed you are, Commandant. Planning to visit a friend in the city today? Should I get a fruit basket for you or something?
Being in the city and feeling the breeze makes you much more cheerful than usual.
...
You haven't forgotten why we're here, right?
Constellia, the unfinished lost city of the Golden Age, was taken over by Cervantes before being reclaimed by humans through Ayla.
Babylonia has decided to use this city as their first base on the surface to reclaim Earth.
Therefore, they will not allow Constellia to be disrupted by any riot at this critical hour.
Fortunately, the city is still pretty much the same as you last left it.
Boom...
Vera's ears jolt. Her hearing sensors easily pick up the disturbance in the air.
Ha. I guess the abnormal mechanoids have started the party without us.
She pokes your waist with the hilt of her blade.
Extending her arm, she points at the rising dark smoke not far away from you.
Are those abnormal mechanoids roasting something? That will surely make this city look more like the rest of the surface world.
The scout team entered Constellia previously and encountered mechanoids humans had never seen before.
In the beginning, members of the military simply called them abnormal mechanoids.
Once it is known that they call themselves awakened machines, the Diplomatic Court, led by Liszt, requested all Babylonia personnel to call them as such.
Please be cautious when you come into contact with awakened machines.
If you can't establish a conversation, contact the Diplomatic Court immediately. We will provide assistance.
Please...
Remembering Councilman Liszt's reminder, you figure you should be more respectful with the way you call them.
You commandants can worry about that sort of stuff.
Vera's banter pulls you back to the present.
The truth is... almost all commandants are still unsure how they should communicate with awakened machines, even now...
Before you can ask Vera for her advice, she is already pushing you toward the stairs of the building with her hilt to your waist.
Just focus on planning our route, Commandant. I'll take care of the rest.
Don't you worry. I can complete the mission myself even if something goes wrong. I'd hate to let you down.
So go wild. Show me what the Gray Raven Commandant is capable of.