Hold your fire, now. We'll chase them down as soon as we get a clear shot.
HP | 70.0 + (2.4*lvl) |
DEF |
Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Hold your fire, now. We'll chase them down as soon as we get a clear shot. |
Morning Greeting | Good morning, let's clean some guns~ Make sure they're in tip-top shape! We don't want them to jam in the middle of a fight, right? |
Afternoon Greeting | Want to go practice shooting after lunch? Bullets sure are expensive, but it can't be more expensive than your life, right? Seriously, though. Do you actually feel like these are that pricey? Huh... that's funny. I was actually pretty surprised because they were much cheaper than I thought they'd be. |
Evening Greeting | It's getting dark outside... Looks like the speech is about to start~ We'll leave the leader to Heathcliff and focus on handling the worshipers who'll likely rush us after the deed is done. You remember the plan, right? |
Chatter #1 | Atelier Logic is acceptable, but I wouldn't compare them to the S-class Workshops. I once saw an S-class firearm my big brother somehow managed to get his hands on, and it was much better than the ones we're using in our Office. |
Chatter #2 | The real selling point of our Office is that we can quickly mow down weaker enemies who can't react fast enough to bullets. Oh, what about enemies who can react to bullets? We'll run, of course~ |
Chatter #3 | I don't think the Head wants people to die anticlimactically. But what <i>is </i>an anticlimactic death anyway? We can put all kinds of meaningful labels on deaths, but it's still death at the end of the day. |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | Ha ha, were you feeling safe back there because bullets can't penetrate steel? I have some bad news for you... shattering steel does not break the Head's taboo~ |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | I know it's tragic, but there are some covers where you shouldn't just jump out like that. Having your gear destroyed while trying to adjust your position is just... unfortunate, isn't it? |
Idle | Hm? We're out of both cash and ammunition? Ha ha... Looks like I'm going to have to give my family a call~ |
Uptying | Three shots to the chest, and... doesn't look like I'll even need to shoot them in the head for good measure. |
Deployment | It's been a while since I was under someone else's command. |
Stage Entry | Cover me, please~ |
Viewed in Battle | Nervous? Take a deep, deep breath—it'll help. |
Commencing Attack | Target in sight. One O'clock. |
Enemy Stagger | You don't really know what you're doing, do you~? |
Staggered | Ugh...! |
Enemy Killed | Next target. |
Death | Looks like I was the one who was made light of… |
Check Passed | Everything can be made manageable with a plan. |
Check Failed | Hmm~ That didn't work out. What now? |
Victory Cry | That sure was a rightful victory. Is everyone alright? |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | Contract fee plus safeguard fee minus bullet costs... Wow~ looks like I won't have to make up for the losses with my own funds this time! |
Defeat Wail | Abort contract. Everyone, fall back! What's that in your hand? Oh. Like I said, we can always buy new guns. Just discard it, it'll only slow you down. |
Concentration
When flipping a Coin that consumes [Bullet]: even when this unit is out of [Bullet], the attack does not get canceled. However, the affected Coins' On Hit effects do not activate in such cases.
Suppressing Fire
INDIGO x 5
Ally Identity with the most [Bullet] deals +10% more damage with Skills that spend [Bullet] (Does not activate when out of [Bullet])
Take the Shot
Take the Shot
Take the Shot
Take the Shot
Target Marked
Target Marked
Target Marked
Target Marked
Full-Stop to Life
Full-Stop to Life
Combo: Target Marked
Combo: Target Marked
Combo: Full-Stop to Life
Combo: Full-Stop to Life
Melee Support
Melee Support
Melee Support
Melee Support
Hold your fire.
Uagh, aaaagh!
Oi! Hold your fire, lad! Low ready, now!
Ha ha, thanks for repeating after me. Can't see too well through all this smoke.
A battlefield thick with the smoke of war...
The chaotic cacophony of gunfire and grinding gears came to a sudden stop at the child's hand sign.
They were contracted by the Association for the eradication of the Church of Gears.
The child accepted the contract with gusto, but things weren't quite going according to plan, thanks to certain unexpected variables.
Doesn't seem like they'll be closing the distance any time soon, right?
Yeah, but I don't know if it's a good idea for us to shoot first. Not to mention how we've already wasted a lot of bullets.
This contract is a bit more troublesome than I'd expected. I guess that's what you get for picking up a Shi Association contract~
Despite already having spent quite a lot of bullets, the child and his colleagues were having some trouble making much headway.
There was the hot steam—a byproduct of boosting their powers—and the smoke coming out of the grinding gears. But the worst of them all was...
... the erratically moving Gear Worshippers, the very targets of their contract.
Haah... Not only are they constantly moving, but their movements are all so bloody offbeat. I'm havin' some difficulty gettin' a good shot in, lads.
Got any bright ideas?
The worshippers were sliding out of the bullets' trajectories in bizarrely fluent motions, as though they could tell where their guns were aiming.
Benefits of installing 'Thought Gears', a calculation unit made from humans.
Hm... should we just start blasting and hope for the best?
I don't hate that idea, but... tsk. The budget for the bullets wasted's gonna be comin' straight out of bossman's pockets again, even if we were to finish the contract.
The colleagues glanced anxiously at the child as the prospect of having to dip into their boss's personal funds became increasingly likely.
However, the child's expression was as calm and casual as always, and he'd even begun humming a pleasant tune.
Hmhm~ I think my budget can handle a volley, unless you're looking to shoot Atelier Logic ammunition full auto... Now that'll bankrupt even me, ha ha.
It's true. It wasn't that big of a deal for this child to pay for the bullets, as long as they made each one count.
He could handle it, even if the Office funds were about to be completely depleted.
All he had to do was to say the word, and the family would send him some pocket money...
... That 'pocket money', being the equivalent of the Office's yearly budget, could fill their warehouse to the brim with ammunition. It wouldn't leave them much, of course, but still.
But not everyone found this attitude to be pleasant.
Blimey, I just don't like it!
It makes us feel like parasites every time we gotta ask your family for favours.
W-well, what other choice have we got? We can break down their cover with impact rounds, but they're hiding in that smoke...
Alright, everyone~ Let's all relax and get it done like we always do.
I'll take the vanguard, so please cover me.
Right, I gotta take care of any buggers that get too close to you, yeah? No need to tell me how to do my job.
Hm, that's great and all, but how about this?
I think I just came up with a plan.
The child's voice was as gentle as always, but there was a certain confidence and decisiveness in it as he explained the new strategy.
After listening to the new plan, quickly described over the brief lull of battle, the two colleagues nodded affirmatively.
Okay, then... I'm going in!
With that, the child leapt into the thick miasma of smoke without hesitation.
He could barely see what was ahead, and the smoke was suffocating, but the child did not stop.
He began pulling the trigger with abandon the moment he ventured into the smoke.
Most of them flew fruitlessly toward nothing, but he wasn't planning to hit the worshippers anyway.
Huff... phoo...
Heathcliff, now!
A thunderous gunshot rings out, even before the child says his full name through the receiver.
The bullet, fired at a moment's notice, lands a direct hit into the worshipper's brain.
He'd drawn them to the perfect angle for his sniper colleague to line up his shot.
Once he confirmed that the Thought Gear inside the worshipper had come to a complete stop, the child did not waste a second and gave his next order.
I'll draw them out, so start blasting on my count of three.
Yessir!
One... two... three!
Bullets mustn't possess the firepower to penetrate building walls or steel.
The child knew well about the Head's taboo involving firearms; and with that knowledge twisted these disadvantages to his own advantage.
Drawing a worshipper next to a building wall, taking cover on the other side of the wall himself, then ordering his colleague to fire a penetrator round would be an example of one such strategy.
Another would be forcing the enemies to take cover behind a wall, requesting his colleagues to fire an impact round, and demolishing the wall to bury them in the rubble.
The child soon realized that there was but a single worshipper remaining, having survived the slow but methodical takedown of the other worshippers.
Looks like their leader... escaped.
So you're the last one of this group. Seeing as you have two gears, may I assume that you are in a higher position than the others?
A mere addition of one extra gear provided the lone worshipper a tremendous advantage in their final resistance.
The worshipper nimbly wiggled out of bullet trajectories even after the child drew them to an open position, and any penetration rounds that hit it bounced off impotently against its steel armor.
Oi, you alright over there? I don't got a clear shot anymore! You're in my dead angle!
His colleagues, realizing that this was not a foe to be underestimated, hollered worriedly in the child's direction.
I think you two have done a great job supporting me so far.
But it's time to end this.
It doesn't seem that the child agrees with their concerns.
The child steps forward, beaming with a casual smile.
A sturdy breastplate made of steel.
Some would purchase impact rounds to destroy the metal without penetrating it...
Some would purchase micro bullets to shoot through any visible holes in the armor...
... but the child sought a much simpler approach.
To this life of yours...
There was nothing stopping him from cutting through metal with his dagger, after all.
The Workshop-made dagger in the child's hand cut through the worshipper's armor like a knife through butter, and...
... he aimed the barrel into this newly created gap in the worshipper's armor.
By the time the echoes of the three gunshots had dissipated into thin air, the worshipper's gears had already stopped turning.
... I place the final Full-Stop.