()||<BIN>9</BIN><黑屏1>0,10</黑屏1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<Night><黑点2><SE1>AVG_Strike_Single</SE1><BIN>810</BIN><controll_shake>%%type_id=2%%duration=5%%delay=0%%range=5</controll_shake><CGDelay>0.5</CGDelay>:......Boom! +A precise bombing strike shatters the looming Europa Tower. Like a toy-block castle trampled by a cruel child, it lies in pieces strewn all across the ground. +Once destroyed in WWIII and rebuilt as a symbol of Europe's glory, the tower now falls back into dust once again.
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>72</BIN>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<CGDelay>0.5</CGDelay><SE1>AVG_keyboardtype_sci</SE1>:...Within the Bee Sting System... +The destruction of the Europa Tower is meticulously recorded. +The new supreme administrator, Hebe, compiles and synchronizes the data into the system.
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<关闭蒙版><黑屏2><BIN>9</BIN>:
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BIN>656</BIN><黑屏2>:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<controll_shake>%%type_id=2%%duration=4%%delay=0%%range=2</controll_shake><SE1>Battlefield</SE1>:Rumble... +Even underground, far from the bombing site, they feel the tremors of the blast. +Styx swirls the wine in her glass and glances toward Hebe, who is browsing through a collection of vinyl records.
NPC-Styx(2)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:An air raid has nearly wiped out everything we set up in Frankfurt. +Sister Hebe, what is all of this for?
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>||<BGM>BGM_ev2410_LaNuit</BGM>:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Hebe lowers her eyes, selects a record she likes, and places it on the turntable.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Drink_Tea</SE1>:Taking in her silence, Styx mixes a drink and offers it over.
NPC-Styx(3)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Sister, you already hold the highest authority in Bee Sting. Shouldn't you give your loyal companion at least a hint?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Hebe accepts the glass with a smile and pulls Styx down to sit with her.
NPC-Hebe(3)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>||:I never meant to hide it from you. I just need to gather my thoughts before I can explain the whole story clearly.
NPC-Styx(3)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Fine, sister. I'll wait until you're ready. +After all, time is the one thing we have plenty of now.
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>||:True enough. Everyone in Frankfurt is busy scrambling around these days. +Only we... have nothing but free time.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Gentle music drifts through the air as Hebe quietly sips her drink.
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>||:I have to admit, it was only after becoming an administrator that I finally understood why Nemhran... was in that state. +I suppose I should start with the origins of the Bee Sting System.
NPC-Hebe(0);NPC-Styx(0)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:If I recall correctly, the Bee Sting System was first developed for the Stasi as an intelligence platform, right?
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>;NPC-Styx(0)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:Mhm. Paradeus was ordered by the Stasi—or rather, by the forces behind Father—to create it. +So from the very beginning, the system was built specifically for the Stasi. +It came with two supreme administrator keys—one held by the Stasi, under the codename "Preacher", and the other held by Nemhran, under the codename "Kallima".
NPC-Hebe(0);NPC-Styx(0)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Nemhran went to Moscow for the deployment of the system in the Neo-Soviet Union?
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>;NPC-Styx(0)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:Yes. +...But the Stasi's "Preacher" lost his position. +So for us, the Bee Sting System was no longer secure.
NPC-Hebe(0);NPC-Styx(0)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Then why did Nemhran continue maintaining it?
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>||:...For the same reason why the Stasi have also continued maintaining it. +Neither wanted to abandon the system. Quite the contrary—both sides wanted to monopolize it. +And so the struggle between Preacher and Kallima began.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Hebe raises a finger with a faint smile.
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>||:That struggle is the same one between the Stasi and us now. +Neither side can expose the other in the open, but neither will ever let go of what we have.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Styx nods in understanding.
NPC-Styx(0)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:That was also a cause of the Coronation Storm?
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>;NPC-Styx(0)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:It played a part. +When disagreements pile up to the point of being irreconcilable, war naturally follows.
NPC-Hebe(0);NPC-Styx(3)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Isn't it simply humankind's insatiable greed that causes wars to erupt again and again?
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>;NPC-Styx(3)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:That's true. +It was that man who sought to direct the Coronation Storm, hoping to reclaim the power and position slipping from his grasp. +But humans grow old—that is their weakness. +And so he failed.
NPC-Hebe(0);NPC-Styx(3)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...So that man wanted to use the Coronation Storm to seize control of the German Democratic Republic. That's why he staged a show with Carter. +No wonder they still dared to wage war on both fronts even though the Iaso's Boxes that Bramedb gave them was nowhere near enough to topple Moscow...
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>;NPC-Styx(3)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:...Because those planes did not take off from the Neo-Soviet Union.
NPC-Hebe(0);NPC-Styx(0)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...What do you mean?
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>;NPC-Styx(0)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:By the time Schweinsteiger's plane landed at Frankfurt Airport, he was already dead. +But though the body perishes, authority does not. +Whoever holds that authority is the true initiator of the Coronation Storm.
NPC-Hebe(0);NPC-Styx(3)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...So in the end, what destroys humanity has always been humanity itself.
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>;NPC-Styx(3)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:That man sought to relive the glory of WWIII through military force. +Lady Laplace wanted to unlock the Relics by unleashing a bloodbath in Frankfurt. +Carter didn't want the URNC to form. +And Father... wanted to seize Paradeus, to make Paradeus his alone.
NPC-Hebe(0);NPC-Styx(3)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...To us, it doesn't matter who "Father" is. +Whoever dictates our base layer—that is Father.
NPC-Hebe(3)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>;NPC-Styx(3)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:Yes. +This has always been humanity's own game.
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>||:By the way, here's something interesting...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Hebe smiles mysteriously and pulls up the final traces left by Nemhran in the Bee Sting System.
NPC-Styx(0)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Doesn't look like anything special to me. She just added some new files and modified some authorizations?
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>;NPC-Styx(0)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:Nemhran already knew how things were going to end for her. Why bother uploading these files?
NPC-Hebe(0);NPC-Styx(2)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:... +She wanted somebody to read them?
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>||:Who would profit from reading these files?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Book</SE1>:Styx gazes thoughtfully at the dossier of that man.
NPC-Styx(2)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Someone who once tried to breach the Bee Sting System...
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>||:Indeed, a certain Commander. +These files don't require special access—just break the outer encryption and you'll find them... +They weren't meant for you or me. Not for the Stasi either. +Who else could it be?
NPC-Styx(2)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:But why? Why... would Nemhran do this?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Hebe shrugs and raises her glass.
NPC-Hebe(3)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>||:We have always been pawns, meant to be discarded eventually. Nemhran saw it all.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Styx sets her glass down glumly.
NPC-Styx(2)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:I thought we would have a place in the new world... but we never did.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Door_Open_Close</SE1><SE1>AVG_Chimes</SE1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:Creak. +The heavy door swings open, and Morridow strolls in lazily.
NPC-MorridowNew(0)<Speaker>Morridow</Speaker>||<BGM>GF_22W_BGM_1</BGM>:Who says you don't?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Still savoring the blood on her hand, Morridow flashes a taunting smile.
NPC-Styx(2)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...Morridow.
NPC-MorridowNew(0)<Speaker>Morridow</Speaker>||:I came to tell you this— +No, we are not pawns. +But we must choose a side.
NPC-Styx(2)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Which side?
NPC-MorridowNew(0)<Speaker>Morridow</Speaker>||:Lunasia's. +Because whoever holds Lunasia... wins.
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>||:...It's still too early to say. At least wait until the blood in Frankfurt flows enough for her to be born.
NPC-Styx(2)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:But isn't Lunasia... on Father's side?
NPC-MorridowNew(0)<Speaker>Morridow</Speaker>||:Sister Styx, having disguised yourself as human for so long, do you really believe you're one of them? +Lunasia... will never see herself as Father's "sister".
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>||:...
NPC-MorridowNew(0)<Speaker>Morridow</Speaker>||:Lunasia... considers herself only as the key to the Relics. +And what she wants is to unlock them, to wield their power.
NPC-Styx(2)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:So we have a choice?
NPC-MorridowNew(0)<Speaker>Morridow</Speaker>||:Of course we do. If we guard the final procedure and make sure she is born safely... +We can become her followers... and enter the new world together.
NPC-Styx(2)<Speaker>Styx</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Morridow sits down beside them.
NPC-Hebe(0)<Speaker>Hebe</Speaker>||:When does this war end?
NPC-MorridowNew(0)<Speaker>Morridow</Speaker>||:Very soon. That man is already dead. The army meant to back him has collapsed. +And without support, Carter cannot withstand the Neo-Soviet military. +That's humanity—always laboring in vain.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_va_addingredient</SE1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:Morridow pours herself a drink as well.
NPC-MorridowNew(0)<Speaker>Morridow</Speaker>||:So who are the traitors, who the heroes? Perhaps in this operation, it is we who are the heroes. +Because only we... remain true, from beginning to end, to the real "Father", the true "Key", the true "Emissary of the Relics".
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>9</BIN>:
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BGM>BGM_ev2412_PrinceIgor</BGM><BIN>554</BIN><SE1>AVG_Alarm_Distance</SE1>:...Near Europa Tower. +The night air of Frankfurt is still thick with the smell of gunpowder. The air-raid sirens have yet to sound tonight. The citizens hiding in underground shelters endure the curfew filled with restless unease. +Meanwhile, on the open ground under the shroud of darkness, a group of people are racing against the clock and Death himself.
92typeMod(0)<Speaker>Type 92</Speaker>||:I've finished searching this area—no chance of any survivors.
AAT52(0)<Speaker>AAT-52</Speaker>||:Same on my side!
PMMod(0)<Speaker>Makarov</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position><Scale>1.2</Scale>||:Right.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_tele_connect</SE1>:After scanning the rescued survivors one more time, Makarov opens a channel to the Aeneas Conference Room.
PMMod(0)<Speaker>Makarov</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position><Scale>1.2</Scale>||:Commander, the last batch of survivors near Europa Tower has been accounted for. +13 in total, three unable to move. Please advise.
PMMod(0)<Speaker>Commander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position><Scale>1.2</Scale><同时置暗>||:<color=#00CCFF>Understood. Transfer them to the hospital immediately.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>The hospital coordinates have been sent to you.</color>
PMMod(0)<Speaker>Makarov</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position><Scale>1.2</Scale>||:Copy that.
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>9</BIN>:The streets are silent and empty. At times when there is no air raid, one could almost be fooled into thinking it is still peacetime.
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑点2><BIN>815</BIN>:But the moment one steps into the hospital lobby, the stench of blood and disinfectant, mixed with a suffocating heat, would instantly assault one's senses. The dim lobby is currently packed with the wounded seeking shelter.
()<Speaker>Panicked Father</Speaker>||:Doctor, doctor, she's fainted!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:A young man, blood still flowing from his shoulder, rushes from a ward with an unconscious child in his arms. +Just then, a team of medics hurry down the corridor with a stretcher, passing men, women, and children slumped or sitting along the walls.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:A doctor with muscular arms is kneeling on the stretcher and pressing down on the patient's bleeding wound, while the nurse beside him squeezes an airbag as they run.
()<Speaker>Medical Staff</Speaker>||:Make way! Please let us through! Move!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:An old woman with a blood-crusted forehead is carrying a crying infant as she passes.
()<Speaker>Old Woman</Speaker>||:Does anyone have any formula to spare? Her mother is dead... Please, I beg you...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Her hopeful eyes sweep over the crowd, but the nurse at reception only gives her a look of helpless sympathy. The old woman leaves, disheartened.
PMMod(0)<Speaker>Makarov</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position><Scale>1.2</Scale>||:Hello, we're Griffin's rescue team. We have several patients to hand over.
()<Speaker>Nurse Receptionist</Speaker>||:Griffin's team? Please wait a moment!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:After the paperwork has been taken care of, Makarov turns to leave, but the nurse receptionist blocks her path.
PMMod(0)<Speaker>Makarov</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position><Scale>1.2</Scale>||:Is there a problem, Nurse?
()<Speaker>Nurse Receptionist</Speaker>||:The city's communications are down, so Director Erdrich hasn't been able to reach the Commander. +He gave special instructions to ask the Commander to meet him in person if Griffin comes to deliver more patients.
PMMod(0)<Speaker>Makarov</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position><Scale>1.2</Scale>||:I'm sorry, the Commander is elsewhere transferring survivors. +But I can contact the Commander directly.
()<Speaker>Nurse Receptionist</Speaker>||<CGDelay>0.5</CGDelay>:Please do. It's urgent. +The director is in surgery right now; it will be over soon. Please wait. It won't take long.
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>9</BIN><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BIN>276</BIN><黑屏2><Night><BGM>BGM_ev2412_tranquility</BGM>:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Door_Open</SE1>:Half an hour later. +Makarov hears the office door open.
PMMod(0)<Speaker>Makarov</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position><Scale>1.2</Scale>||:You must be Director Erdrich?
()<Speaker>Fred Erdrich</Speaker>||:Forgive me, let me quickly eat something first.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1><CGDelay>0.5</CGDelay>:The gray-haired director pulls a half-eaten sausage roll from his drawer and chews quickly under the dim desk lamp. +30 seconds later, the weary old man finishes his "lunch"—or rather, his midnight snack—and regains a little strength.
()<Speaker>Fred Erdrich</Speaker>||:Allow me to introduce myself. I am Fred Erdrich, the director of this hospital. +There's something very important that I must immediately discuss with your Commander.
PMMod(0)<Speaker>Makarov</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position><Scale>1.2</Scale>||:The nurse already explained. The Commander is on comms right now.
()<Speaker>Commander</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>Hello, Director Erdrich.</color>
()<Speaker>Fred Erdrich</Speaker>||:I'll be direct, Commander. I know you hold the Stasi's special pass, giving you free access throughout Frankfurt. +May I ask you to—
()<Speaker>Commander</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>Sure.</color>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The Commander's immediate answer startles the old director.
()<Speaker>Fred Erdrich</Speaker>||:I haven't even said what I need from you yet.
()<Speaker>Commander</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>Our goal is the same—saving lives.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>I know the hospital is in trouble. If you've come to me, it means you believe I can help. So tell me everything—without hesitation.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>Makarov, record the director's needs and relay them to RO635 and AR-18.</color>
PMMod(0)<Speaker>Makarov</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position><Scale>1.2</Scale>||:Yes, Commander.
()<Speaker>Fred Erdrich</Speaker>||:Thank you, Commander. +With Frankfurt's communications cut, power still not restored, and transportation paralyzed, we've abandoned hope of transferring patients elsewhere. +All we want is to provide stable treatment here, but our shortage of medicine is catastrophic.
()<Speaker>Commander</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>You need us to transport medical supplies?</color>
()<Speaker>Fred Erdrich</Speaker>||:Yes. Too many are waiting for anesthetics, antibiotics, and— +Sorry, I'll just hand the list to your Doll.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<CGDelay>0.5</CGDelay><SE1>AVG_20Winter_Book</SE1>:Makarov accepts the list, scans it, and sends the data to the Commander.
()<Speaker>Commander</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>I understand.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>Can you provide procurement sources for these medicines?</color>
()<Speaker>Fred Erdrich</Speaker>||<CGDelay>0.5</CGDelay>:Given the circumstances... I fear every hospital's resources are dire.
()<Speaker>Commander</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>I have an idea.</color>
()<Speaker>Fred Erdrich</Speaker>||:Please, go on.
()<Speaker>Commander</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>Since every hospital is drowning in patients with limited resources, outside support is essential.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>I will assign a liaison Doll to each major hospital in Frankfurt to build a simple comms channel with you, Director, as the central point of contact.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>Through this channel, hospitals can request transfers, report needs, and coordinate supplies with facilities in Mannheim, Luxembourg, and other nearby cities.</color>
()<Speaker>Fred Erdrich</Speaker>||:Excellent! That is exactly what we need most.
()<Speaker>Commander</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>We will prioritize the medicines you urgently require.</color>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>Rope</SE1>:The old director braces himself against the desk. Even under the dim lamp, determination burns in his eyes.
()<Speaker>Fred Erdrich</Speaker>||:Thank you, Commander. I'm counting on you.
()<Speaker>Commander</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>Good. Let's each do our part.</color>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<CGDelay>0.5</CGDelay><SE1>AVG_2023Slow_Keyboard_Correct</SE1>:The Commander reviews RO635's latest rescue report.
()<Speaker>Commander</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>In four hours, we will dispatch a Doll squad to escort the first batch of medicines. Please assign staff for collection.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>This is a battle we must endure together, Director. Let us stand firm.</color>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:The Commander straightens and raises their hand up to their brow in a military salute.
()<Speaker>Fred Erdrich</Speaker>||:You're a soldier too? Ah, I should have realized sooner!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:The old director also solemnly rises to return the salute with grave respect.
()<Speaker>Fred Erdrich</Speaker>||:Fred Erdrich, former army medic of the 1st Armored Division, Nationale Volksarmee of the German Democratic Republic, at your service. Thank you for your aid!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<CGDelay>0.5</CGDelay>:The night lamp glows faintly in the dark, illuminating the old man's figure. +In times of disaster, there are always those who step forward and stand at the forefront.
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>9</BIN>:
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>18</BIN><Night>:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:After leaving the director's office, Makarov signals the squad to move out.
PMMod(0)<Speaker>Makarov</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position><Scale>1.2</Scale>||:Commander, I have no objection to transporting medicine, but given Frankfurt's current road condition... +Four hours may not be enough for us to even get to a depot with supplies.
92typeMod(0)<Speaker>Type 92</Speaker>||:That's right, Commander. Not to mention many roadside buildings are on the verge of collapse. We must stay alert for falling debris. +Just back at Europa Tower, AAT nearly turned into a squashed tomato.
AAT52(0)<Speaker>AAT-52</Speaker>||:Humph! If I hadn't dodged in time, Commander, you wouldn't be seeing me now!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Makarov shoves aside the two trying to butt in.
PMMod(0)<Speaker>Makarov</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position><Scale>1.2</Scale>||:Commander, I didn't bring this up for them to jump in with their complaints. +I'm simply trying to suggest making the clearing of major roads a priority. +Not only for us, but also for the hospitals, police, fire brigades, and citizens alike.
()<Speaker>Commander</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>You're right. Restoring the roads is also a crucial task.</color>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<CGDelay>0.5</CGDelay>:The Commander ponders for a moment.
()<Speaker>Commander</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>Let me work out the details. For now, proceed to the coordinates I gave you and secure the first batch of supplies.</color>
PMMod(0)<Speaker>Makarov</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position><Scale>1.2</Scale>||<CGDelay>0.5</CGDelay>:Understood.
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