Story Reader / Border Pact / Cape Nohama Air Base / Story
Did Mr. Gravekeeper really just leave us?
That's what he does.
Pressing forward will put Commandant at risk, but as long as we reach the base in time, the situation should be under control.
What do you think, Commandant?
All units take five. Scouts, go on ahead and scope it out. We march in five minutes.
Roger!
I'll be off, then.
Yamamoto returns five minutes later, telling everyone that it should be safe to go on.
The group walks on in silence. An hour later, they arrive at the outside of the Cape Nohama Airforce Base.
The group was just about to stop for a rest when a loud whistle of a whale breaks the silence.
Yeah. He's your old friend, isn't he?
He's been patrolling the area ever since Murmansk.
I know a lot of things, Commandant.
All who make it in this world have their own methods of survival.
The Gravekeeper was right.
Don't trust anyone with who's capable of standing in front of you with their lives intact,[player name].
I wasn't the one who decided to trust him.
Let's go.
A blizzard is coming.
Punishing Virus density increasing in the area...
Here.
Serum. Not as great as the standard Babylonian product, but it works.
Walking takes a lot more out of you than riding in a car. You might not have enough supplies, I believe.
She can't always be by your side, same as how I won't always be there to watch your back. You're their Commandant first, a soldier second.
Watanabe, what are you planning to do to De—I mean, the narwhal?
Nothing. Or should I say—we want to prevent it from doing anything to our shoreside stronghold.
So that's why, huh...
Let's split up. I'll lead a group to the east side. We meet at the six o'clock position in ten minutes.
Within moments, the sudden blizzard crosses the Ghost Coast like a criminal stolen out of the depths of the sea, ranting and raging at those who walk the earth as it goes.
Shrouded in an endless white, we hear a series of gunshots ring out. Like a horse out of control, a car rips through the heavy sleet, engine roaring. Surprised, the group raises their weapons slowly.
With a harrowing drift, the car flies by, inches away from the group. Several chains drop out from behind it, sweeping a horde of Corrupted to the ground.
...Mr. Gravekeeper?
[Beep—], ye' really are comin' fer my "graves"!
The man spits out his cigarette and grumbles.
Why has he... come back?
Don't come any closer. You can't handle the big ones!
Handle this!
The Gravekeeper's precious snowmobile slams at full force into the electric grid on the side. Following a loud sizzling sound, he leaps out from the vehicle, now missing a door. The engine is still roaring, sending stray shards of ice flying into his face.
I changed mah mind! If ya Forsaken are gon' hand me moolah, there's no reason for me 'ter not take it.
The last time I stood here... that was a real long story.
Captain Chareed Morse of Division 13 of the land-based airforce of the East Asian branch of the former World Government is back in his "graveyard"!
The cemetery guard guffaws, picks up a submachine gun, loads it, then presses down the double-action trigger. The armor-piercing bullets open up a path for him ahead.
Stop the corrupted!
Understood!
Commandant, I need to get over there!
Step back, [player name]!
...Tsk. Just wait!
Within half an hour, the area is quiet once more, but not everyone survived the battle.
The cemetery guard, Chareed Morse, is leaning against his battered snowmobile, head lolling to one side, a hand pressing his chest, but in vain. His weapon lies on the ground, and he's bleeding from his forehead to his left leg. Visibly fading, but his eyes are uncharacteristically bright.
As they say in the Airforce... Semper Fi.
This graveyard of faith has now become the location of mah actual grave... Fitting, heh...
Thought I got maself some new clients... Guess that didn't work out...
...
[Beep]... Damn... damn it!
We're still on a mission. Put your personal feelings aside!
...Yes sir!
Watanabe nods and raises an arm, motioning everyone to stop.
All Forsaken, rest immediately for fifteen minutes. Scouts, probe ahead and return in five. Cape Nohama Airforce Base is right up ahead. We cannot let our guard down.
Roger!
Waiting here won't do any good. And the blizzard's gonna catch up with us.
We should go.
Time passes by, silently, heavily. The Forsaken all seem to be burdened by their own worries. In the distance, the skies darken. As the blizzard approaches, the group can barely even dare to breathe out loud.
...Everyone, check your weapons. Prepare to set off. There's no reason to continue waiting.
The group walks on in silence. An hour later, they arrive at the outside of the Cape Nohama Airforce Base.
The group was just about to stop for a rest when a loud whistle of a whale breaks the silence.
Yeah. He's your old friend, isn't he?
He's been patrolling the area ever since Murmansk.
I know a lot of things, Commandant.
All who make it in this world have their own methods of survival.
The Gravekeeper was right.
Don't trust anyone with who's capable of standing in front of you with their lives intact,[player name].
I wasn't the one who decided to trust him.
Let's go.
A blizzard is coming.
Within moments, the sudden blizzard crosses the Ghost Coast like a criminal stolen out of the depths of the sea, ranting and raging at those who walk the earth as it goes.
Shrouded in an endless white, we hear a series of gunshots ring out. Like a horse out of control, a car rips through the heavy sleet, engine roaring. Surprised, the group raises their weapons slowly.
With a harrowing drift, the car flies by, inches away from the group. Several chains drop out from behind it, sweeping a horde of Corrupted to the ground.
...Mr. Gravekeeper?
[Beep—], ye' really are comin' fer my "graves"!
The man spits out his cigarette and grumbles.
Why has he... come back?
Don't come any closer. You can't handle the big ones!
Handle this!
The Gravekeeper's precious snowmobile slams at full force into the electric grid on the side. Following a loud sizzling sound, he leaps out from the vehicle, now missing a door. The engine is still roaring, sending stray shards of ice flying into his face.
I changed mah mind! If ya Forsaken are gon' hand me moolah, there's no reason for me 'ter not take it.
The last time I stood here... that was a real long story.
Captain Chareed Morse of Division 13 of the land-based airforce of the East Asian branch of the former World Government is back in his "graveyard"!
The cemetery guard guffaws, picks up a submachine gun, loads it, then presses down the double-action trigger. The armor-piercing bullets open up a path for him ahead.
Stop the corrupted!
Understood!
Commandant, I need to get over there!
Step back, [player name]!
...Tsk. Just wait!
The mechanoids, gleaming crimson, surge upon the vehicle, screeching loudly.
Hang in there, Mr. Gravekeeper!
Luckily the group hasn't all entered the base yet and Liv isn't too far from the man. She moves past a horde of corrupted and pulls the Gravekeeper down from his vehicle.
Hey! I'm staying right here! If I hafta die, I gon' do it in battle!
Mr. Gravekeeper, you're injured. You must retreat! I'll cover you!
Assist Gray Raven!
The Gravekeeper, Chareed Morse, leans against Liv, head lolling to one side. Bleeding from head to toe, his weapon tumbles to the ground.
Please hang in there! Your injuries are not...
The Gravekeeper waves his hand weakly, motioning Liv to stay quiet.
I'm old enough to know whether I'm gon' die or not.
This graveyard of faith has now become the location of mah actual grave... Fitting, heh...
Thought I got maself some new clients... Guess that didn't work out, huh...
Watanabe appears at the dying man's side.
Oh please. No way wounds like this could kill a veteran like you.
Medic!
Coming!
Give him two shots of adrenaline, then bring him to the aid station.
Roger!
Tch... so ya Forsaken love orderin' people round like that, huh?
Sorry, everyone, I should've kept him safe.
No, you did well.
Our medic has given him first aid. Not sure how his life is going to be after that, but he'll live.
This old fool sure isn't afraid of death!
Everyone, stick to the plan!
Roger!
