And the new lads're all dead... Yeah, had a feelin' soon as I clocked the monitorin' pad. Out of that Congested compartment, you lot—here comes L4 Cleanup Agent.
| HP | 99.0 + (3.41*lvl) |
| DEF |
| Trigger | Dialogue |
|---|---|
| Identity Acquisition | And the new lads're all dead... Yeah, had a feelin' soon as I clocked the monitorin' pad. Out of that Congested compartment, you lot—here comes L4 Cleanup Agent. |
| Morning Greeting | District 23's all bluewashed, sure, but it's still got more colour in it than where I used to live. The only colours I ever saw back then were the pricey clobber I wasn't even allowed to wear... and the flowers out in the garden. |
| Afternoon Greeting | Sometimes, you get these twisted sods comin' all the way to District 23 just to sniff about the Streets of Flavour, but don't be hangin' round there just 'cause it's near HQ. I'm from the Backstreets myself, but just thinkin' about that place... Tch, turns my bloody stomach. Keep your head on straight and don't even glance that way. |
| Evening Greeting | So what if there's less cleanup to do? Still heaps left to sort out. See? I'm not even done yet and I've already missed the last train home. |
| Chatter #1 | They should be slashin' the price on First Class, not just chuckin' out Economy Class Discount Vouchers. There's not a soul up 'ere that thinks First Class is worth the brass. That's why all them sods who belong in First Class are fakin' who they are just to squeeze into Economy. |
| Chatter #2 | Got myself a place in the Nest and thought I'd finally made a bit of brass... And for what? Every time I finish a job, I'm covered in all this... filth... degrading. Still, if I'd ended up in some cushy job where all you use is your head, I'd never have made it this far, yeah? |
| Chatter #3 | Oww! Can't you take it off a bit gentler? Argh—bloody hell! I said it hurts! Whew... Are you done? Every time this armour comes off, it just about bloody kills me. |
| Post-Uptie Chat 1 | You want to know why I've got to fire lasers from the elbow? Heard it was some sort of power output booster at first... Somethin' about bidirectional currents and miniaturisation, all that techy stuff. So yeah, can't just shoot 'em out the front. Bit of a faff, but usable. But, eh... gotta say—looks pretty cool too, dunnit? |
| Post-Uptie Chat 2 | It's all there in the manual. Normal stuff like folks offin' themselves gets filed under "Unobstructed." Anything agents below Level 3 can't handle's marked "Delayed." "Congested" means it's beyond what W Corp. standard-issue gears can handle, or rare enemy types have emerged. If the threat's Grade 1 Fixer-level, it's classified as "Cancelled." Don't bother memorisin' the next page—"Derailed" means it's the kind of soddin' mess us Cleanup Agents can't fix. |
| Idle | The weather was clear... Work ended late... Don't ever take the WARP Train—once I'm home, I should write a lett... Oi! How long've you been standin' there? |
| Uptying | Back off to the other compartment... This bastard's a stowaway. |
| Deployment | Congestion Cleaning Armour. Estimated time until deployment: 1 minute... |
| Stage Entry | Assessing train status. |
| Viewed in Battle | Leave the cleanup to the newbies. I'm off to the Congested compartment. |
| Commencing Attack | Confirming armour activation. |
| Enemy Stagger | Now sit there nice and quiet... |
| Staggered | Gah... |
| Enemy Killed | ... Train's done operatin', that's what! |
| Death | ... So this is the last stop. |
| Check Passed | There we are. Had my fill of this shite ages ago when I first joined. |
| Check Failed | Oi, I did it just like the manual said, all right? |
| Victory Cry | Whew... Short-circuited, huh. Too many overcharges would do that, I s'pose... This thing's not movin'. Oi, drag me out of here if you're done cleanin' up. |
| Extra Conditions Fulfilled | ... Cleanup's done. Some of the bits splattered pretty far, so it's goin' to be a pain to tidy up... but just deal with it. I don't get called in for bastards I can go easy on. |
| Defeat Wail | Darn it, this isn't the sort of issue that Cleanup Agents can deal with... Ngh! R Corp. or Fixer Association—just reach out to whoever you can! At this rate, everyone here's goin' to be... |
Defence-Oriented Charge
- Gain 1 <<((Charge))Charge>> every time this unit consumes 10 cumulative <<((Charge))Charge>> Count in this Encounter
- Turn Start: Gain <<((DefenseUp))Defense Level Up>> equal to <<((Charge))Charge>> Potency on self (max 6)
One day I'll wear me Armour for Cancelled Trains
VIOLET x 3
- Combat Start: If the unit with the earliest Deployment Order gains <<((Charge))Charge>> Count past the Max <<((Charge))Charge>> Count Cap by using a Skill, the unit gains 1 <<((ChargeForceField))Charge Barrier>> next turn for every <<((Charge))Charge>> Count that exceeds the Max <<((Charge))Charge>> Count Cap (max 3, including E.G.O Skills)
Congestion Cleanup
Congestion Cleanup
Congestion Cleanup
Congestion Cleanup
Boost: Elbow Blade
Boost: Elbow Blade
Boost: Elbow Blade
Boost: Elbow Blade
Rip Space - CCA Overdrive
Rip Space - CCA Overdrive
Confirming: Railway status Unobstructed.
5 minutes left until train arrival is announced at the platform.
Agents on site, please complete the Cleanup ASAP.
Your attention, please. 5 minutes left until...
Whew…
In the last car of a WARP Train, a few Cleanup Agents stood facing an unknown Fixer who was armed to the teeth with Workshop-made gears.
An azure-sheened blade, glowing with energy, emerged from the child's elbow and pierced through the Fixer's heart.
The child let out a pale breath of relief as he deactivated his overcharged gauntlet.
That's the gear she's been usin', innit? Looks Workshop-made... Don't these cost a fortune, like?
The child shot an irritated glance at the floor, where a glove made of high-grade material lay.
A "hand," severed at the wrist, would have been a more appropriate term than a "glove"...
Not that it mattered—the child was more interested in the piece of equipment that clearly was not standard issue, even at first sight.
I can tell from the serial number that it's one of Kōri Workshop's top-tier products.
Kōri Workshop? Not sure what that is, but you're sayin' it's fancy stuff, yeah? Now I see why she was so bloody strong. What grade was she again?
Let's see... the ID card in her wallet says... Grade 4.
Chuffin' hell! That fuckin' hand there's a Grade 4?
10 seconds in name, but millennia in actuality, was enough time to turn every passenger aboard the train into rampaging maniacs.
Madness, however... comes in different forms.
Some passengers long for death, flaying themselves and painting the walls with their own flesh and blood...
... while others continue to fight back without a moment's respite even after they have completely fallen into insanity.
Blimey, what's that Grade 4 been up to all this time...
... to be givin' me this much grief even with the CCA on? First time I've been pushed like this.
Didn't you say the same thing the last time a train was Canceled?
Oi! That was when I had to nip out and give the Class 5 lads a hand! How's that the same, huh?!
Haha. I suppose today wasn't exactly a walk in the park for you. You had to clean up on your own, after all.
... Huh?
...? Whassat? Somethin' unusual about her?
Whoa, she's accumulated so many penalty points! Probably enough to demote her from her original Fixer Grade...
... Nothin' unusual, then. Just another bloody stowaway.
Penalty points, check. Contract papers, check... She was a Grade 2 Fixer just a few days back. By heck, no wonder the lass was such a handful!
Back in W Corp.'s heyday, the term "stowaway" referred to freeloaders who would either get on the WARP train without tickets or occupy first class seats using economy class tickets.
Today, however, the meaning of the word has somewhat changed.
People used to travel on the WARP Train only three or four times a year at most—a luxury easily afforded by wealthy citizens who preferred the first class seats.
But when passengers began to go missing and one accident followed another, demand took a dive...
... until people avoided first class seats like the plague in spite of W Corp.'s promotion and encouragement.
These rich 'uns are all so tight... would it kill 'em to just buy a first class ticket?
I don't think the price difference between Economy and First Class really matters, but the bad rumors are not helping.
<i>What</i> doesn't matter...? Y'know what, never mind.
Now that I think about it... Them first class seats—one bad word and the business is done for. Not all that surprisin', innit?
Don't you think people might start taking them again in time?
Ah, yeah. Our proud slogan. Just 10 seconds to anywhere.
People used to pay daft money just for a trip that'd be over in a blink...
All so they could brag on about it over a pint.
But now, First Class is more like a risky investment—who'd shell out for a ride when you can't even count on gettin' out in one piece?
It'd be more convenient if combat professionals were placed in a special compartment just like Color Fixers... I wonder if the higher-ups have ever considered it.
Reckon they'd have done it if it'd ever crossed their minds.
... The price of first class seats is calculated to yield only the bare minimum profit—substituting for the passengers' emotions and time.
After the fall of Lobotomy Corporation, W Corp. is desperate to cover their losses.
To sustain the operation of its trains and make the time payments owed to T Corp., they seek ever more extreme emotions to harvest.
That's why they would rather risk the lives of their Cleanup Agents than lower the price of first class seats or place the passengers in another special compartment.
Did you see them Index Proxies that turned up the other day? All of 'em were dead set on sittin' in Economy to do their bloody Prescripts.
Then the day before that, a Thumb Capo fancied a seat just behind First Class since his superior was sat up there.
Oh, do you mean those corpses with the jaws smashed into bits?
Haha. Now that was far from boring. I actually liked it.
What'd you know about it? You weren't even called in for support since you're only Level 2.
... Forget it. I'm off—good luck puttin' 'em back together.
Can't exactly help out collectin' the pieces wearin' this armour.
Clocking out early today?
Aye. Been a while since I clocked out on time, that.
Catch ya later.
Confirming: Cleanup Agent consents to return the Congestion Cleaning Armor.
Armor disengagement in progress.
Oi, be gentle with it!
... I oughta get my shoulders swapped for prosthesis. Don't get why this fancy armour's so bloody heavy.
Congestion Cleaning Armors, better known as CCAs, are astronomically expensive units of equipment, authorized only for Level 4 Cleanup Agents or above whom demonstrate the highest job performance.
There was a time when CCAs played a larger role in external conflicts such as power struggles between Wings and hunting down Syndicates in the Backstreets...
But recently, they are more often used to contain the passengers of WARP Trains.
*yawn* Today, I'm gonna drop by the pub on the way back and...
Congestion detected in Car 3 of Train PW-24.
... and grab a pint...
"Congestion," or "Congested," is one of the five levels of danger warnings issued by W Corp. to its Cleanup Agents.
The WARP Train is deemed "Unobstructed" when it's running without any issues. If passenger suppression becomes necessary along with the usual Cleanup, the status changes to "Delayed."
And then... there's "Congested," which means that rare types of enemies have emerged or passenger resistance has become severe, prompting the dispatch of multiple Level 3 and Level 4 Agents—or a Level 4 outfitted with the CCA.
Level 5 Agents can clear up Congestions in no time, but...
Confirming: No Level 5 Cleanup Agents are present at the platform.
They're usually tied up handling "Canceled" trains—a Grade 1 Fixer-level threat—and "Derailed" cases, which represent something far more dangerous.
.......
Congestion Cleaning Armor deployment authorized for Level 4 Agent on site.
... Hold on a sec—me?
Hearing the announcement, the child gave a quick look of disbelief at the list of Cleanup Agents available at the platform...
... and realized that he was the only one available for sortie.
That sweet, sweet dream of heading home on time fizzled out with the blaring sound of the warning alarm.
Attention, all Agents. Railway Congestion detected. Railway Congestion detected.
Attention, all Agents.
Nearest Level 4 Agent, please board the next train immediately and commence Cleanup operations.
125 seconds until next arrival.
.......
Huh? You haven't checked out yet? You know, I'm thinking about trying out the new menu at HamHamPangPang for din—
... Go.
What?
Quit takin' the piss out of me and just go.
Unfortunately for the child, looks like it's overtime again for him today.