Employee Gregor, reporting for duty! It’s an honor to join your mission, Manager!
HP | 66.0 + (2.28*lvl) |
DEF |
Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Employee Gregor, reporting for duty! It’s an honor to join your mission, Manager! |
Morning Greeting | Good morning, Manager! Morning roll call was all clear! |
Afternoon Greeting | It’s lunch hours, Manager! I’ll perform the remaining tasks with due diligence! |
Evening Greeting | Nothing to report, Manager Dante! |
Chatter #1 | Manager! I’m still adjusting to life here… but thanks to everyone’s assistance, I am without trouble. Ms. Rodya often has unsavory comments, but… Haha, it’s alright. |
Chatter #2 | I’ll fight my enemies without hesitation. I’d made up my mind the day I was honored with an opportunity to get the modification procedure. |
Chatter #3 | Oh, this arm? I’m proud of it. It’s a tremendous boon to be able to enter the fray of battle… rather than helplessly watch from afar. |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | The augmentation… I don’t regret it. One downside, though… is that I won’t ever be able to return to civilian life. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | Nowadays… I try not to think much about what I do. It’s getting too taxing to keep up with this otherwise. |
Idle | Manager? I see you’ve taken a temporary leave. I’ll be on standby. |
Uptying | Salutations! I’ll continue to aid you to the best of my ability, Manager! |
Deployment | It’s an honor, Manager! |
Stage Entry | I will do my utmost! |
Viewed in Battle | Manager Corporal Gregor reporting! |
Commencing Attack | Roger that! |
Enemy Stagger | I got a clean hit! |
Staggered | Ngh… |
Enemy Killed | I took one down! |
Ally Death | I’ll work harder to make up for it… |
Check Passed | Splendid strategy, Manager! |
Check Failed | You trusted me with it… and yet I failed. |
Victory Cry | It’s all thanks to you, Manager. Your tactical prowess shined. |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | This victory was all thanks to you, Executive Manager. |
Defeat Wail | This… is what a war is. I was wholly unqualified. |
Emergency Rations
At less than 25% HP, heal by 5% of Max HP after winning a clash.
Gene Code G-3
SHAMROCK x 4
The ally with the least HP heals 5 HP after winning a clash.
Hack
Hack
Hack
Hack
Dismember
Dismember
Dismember
Dismember
Eviscerate
Eviscerate
The child slammed on and on.
He could’ve been hacking away.
Or perhaps he was stabbing.
A medal emblematizing his rank rested at a corner of his chest, as if to acknowledge the troubles he went through.
The child’s eyes, ones which once shone with a vigorous gleam, have now been drained of any color.
Was there any meaning to that war?
The conflict of interests between multiple Wings? Perhaps, but were the interests of the many children who fought the war part of them?
It certainly would be nice if they were…
Because, for this child, there’s no desire or wish of any kind on his face as he skewers the hearts of one enemy after another.
The child used to salute with pure passion in his eyes only a short time ago, but that span wasn’t so short in his memory.
And, his tired and battered mind…
Eventually settled on the conclusion that stifling his emotions amidst bloodshed was the right way to be, or so it would seem.
Alright.
If that is for your sake…
Then, in its own way, it’s the right thing to do.