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I think something's wrong with the diffractometer's sensor.

Nothing's wrong with it.

You see, Viktor? I'm getting the same results.

It's not always the equipment's fault that you're not getting valid data. The data itself may exceed the scope.

Originium reaction metrics are above the default limit.

They're coming, guys. We have three minutes.

Viktor is the youngest of us. If nothing else, we should try to get him out...

Who did you think was the reason that I signed up for the Londinium operation?

Never could just do as you're told, could you?

How are you doing over there, Closure?

Still alive. I've got my drones, and they're loaded with—

I think I hear the sound of drones crashing.

They used to be your babies.

Haha—

You knew it when you ordered the Self-Salvation Corps to pull out, didn't you? That was the last chance to escape.

The Originium activity data is incomplete.

I need data... from all of you.

Amiya's not here, so you're my captain, Closure.

We all talked to Amiya before we came to Londinium.

Stop a war, and save both the Victorians and the Sarkaz? With just the few of us? That's next to impossible.

But I chose to trust all of you. Trust in the dream of Rhodes Island.

There isn't a single Rhodes Island operator who doesn't want to see the day when there is a cure for Oripathy, when everybody's living a better life. Doesn't that sound ridiculous to most folks?

My only regret about dying here... is that I won't get to see that day.

Did you get my data, Yvres?

Yup. Just sent the newest batch of data over, Captain.

Oh, and I'm not that selfless, so don't forget to put my name in when you publish your paper.

...Will do.

'Communication failure detected. Signal lost imminent.'

'Importing energy fluctuation data. Initializing automatic analysis module.'

'Catastrophe scale confirmed. Developing prediction model on Originium induced environmental changes for the next 24 hours...'

'Bzzzz—Captain, shield... damaged...'

'They're... about to...'

'Hang in there... Yvres... moving towards your position— Bzzzz'

'Bzzzz—'

'Make it happen, Closure.'

I will.

The engineer's eyes are glued to the screen in front of her.

Faster. Faster. If they fail to compile the Originium activity data, then all the squad's efforts would be for naught.

The din of war approaches.

Only a few drones remain. She can feel the enemy's cold, freezing breath.

'...Model successfully compiled.'

'Outputting safe zone locations—'

YES!

All that's left is the signal tower—

...Vampire. Traitor.

This war will go on, and you will feed it.

Yikes!

My drone—

The Sudaram's blade slices the hovering drone, sending it crashing to the ground.

That was her last combat drone.

Get out of the way!

Your Arts are weak and pathetic.

How could such a frail Vampire exist?

Ouch!

Searing pain erupts and Closure feels an entire side of her body go numb.

The breath of decay invades her.

Closure can barely hold onto the signal tower. With great effort, she plants the complex equipment into the ground to lean on.

'Insufficient signal strength. Strong interference detected. Unable to broadcast safe zone location.

'Please follow the equipment manual—'

I know! Shut up!

What kind of Vampire are you, Closure? Close those wounds! Hang in there, just a little longer...

Just get this thing up right—

...Sleeping in the corridors again? You'll catch a cold.

Rhodes Island's basic functions are online. I think she's ready for a grand voyage.

Thank you, Chief Engineer. You've delivered your promise.

If you want to leave this ship and go back to Kazdel... Right, you told me before. You're not interested in that place.

But at least promise me you won't call yourself a talentless Vampire anymore.

You're the most talented person I've ever known, Closure. You're just different from other Vampires.

So here's my offer: as long as you still want to see the vast and unexplored parts of this land, we'll always be each other's companion.

(I can't... I won't...)

(Won't let... everyone down...)

(...And myself.)

Closure can feel the Sudaram's cold grip close in around her neck.

War has finally claimed her.

Closure!

Who...?

A survivor?

Signal... there's a signal...

A Rhodes Island signal.

Grab my hand, Closure!

...Dobermann?

It's me.

Can you stand?

Fang...

You—

A dagger pierces the Sudaram's chest, causing a massive burst of energy.

Sorry I'm late.

Misery gave us the location.

More are coming.

Almost got it! Cover me!

Keep them away!

What is our mission? When Closure first joined Rhodes Island, then known as Babel, she asked many operators this question.

She got a different answer every time.

Some dreams are big. Others, less so.

Some gave details. Others mumbled, scratched their heads, and gave an abashed smile.

But there comes a time when they all have the same expression.

And a time when they all make the same choice.

Almost there... this is the last one.

'Core module online. Communications restored.'

We're coming, Closure! Hang in there!

We sent your location to the Exemplars! Help is on the way!

Finally—

Closure? Closure! Are you okay—

Keep your distance. Cover the artilleries and crossbowmen.

The appearance of the Nachzehrers is closely linked to Catastrophes. Do not fear their witchcraft. However bizarre it is, it's still Arts!

Remember how we marched through a Catastrophe—

We survived a Catastrophe. We'll survive the Sarkaz!

...Bagpipe.

Aye? I'm here.

The Duke of Gododdin spoke the truth. Tempest Platoon is under the direct authority of Parliament.

We have an obligation to answer Parliament's call.

It's a more legitimate cause for action than the duke's invitation.

Not to mention that by accepting his invitation, you, Robben, and everyone who came with us because they had no choice... will have proper identities.

Identity? Did you forget, captain? I'm retired anyways.

Besides, in that standoff with the duke earlier, ye didn't hesitate to put yer shield in front of Siege.

...True.

Word is Siege's carryin' the Sighs of Kings... have ye seen it before, Captain?

I have.

Siege was right. It's just a piece of metal that happens to mean something to some people.

Troops approaching on our flank.

No ID code, but I recognize them. They're the Duke of Gododdin's men.

They've engaged the Sarkaz... and covered one of our squads just now.

Good.

If that's Gododdin's way of showing friendship, then we'll show him the same in return.

Attention Exemplars! Stand with the soldiers of Gododdin!

Not one step backward, until the last foe is vanquished!

The ship has reached cruising speed, sir. We're out of danger for now.

Good.

The Sarkaz's witchcraft is most peculiar indeed. Better to fake a moment of vulnerability than to have them constantly harassing our rear.

The leader of the Nachzehrers has not been sighted, nor any other known powerful Sarkaz.

I suppose they don't see Gododdin as nearly the threat that Windermere or Wellington are.

I could call that a relief.

The Sighs of Kings has not left Gibsonham, sir. Should we move on to the next phase?

What do you think of them?

More of a challenge than expected. Alexandrina's forces are growing, and they are more organized and effective than we thought...

Oh, I don't mean as an adversary.

The Exemplars... like you said, they look the part.

And they've worked well enough with the troops that we left behind.

Rita is with them, and looks more like the legendary White Wolf than her father did. And Windermere isn't quite as weak as the intel had her.

Maybe it's not such a joke after all, that those kids could become the Exemplars.

Do you intend to abandon the plan for us to escort the Realmblade, then?

Abandon! Such a strong word.

It is the future that Gododdin values. Alexandrina, the Sighs of Kings, the Exemplars, even Rhodes Island... perhaps we'll cross paths again on our way to the future.

Our tanks are fighting the last pocket of Sarkaz on the east side of town.

We've successfully defended Gibsonham. It will serve as a supply point on the way to Silverrock Bluffs. However...

The terrain has changed.

The environment around Londinium is constantly changing because of Amnannam's influence. Fissures, cliffs, and rapids that should not have been there are emerging everywhere.

Silverrock Bluffs is almost constantly under severe Catastrophe. It's hard to say where our foot will land when we put it forward.

I wouldn't have believed this was our Londinium if I had anything less than absolute faith in Rhodes Island's data.

The sun on the meadow is summery warm♪♫Filling our home with euphoria♬♪...

After this war, we might have to change our national anthem's lyrics.

Is this time to be havin' a laugh?

You wanted to say 'we'll think about it after we take it back,' didn't you?

But even if we really went back... would our home ever return to the way it was?

That's why we're not just going to win the war.

We're not going to let the Sarkaz destroy Londinium in the war.

We'll overcome the storm ahead.

And we won't abandon the home that the storm has ravaged.

Feist told me his squad picked up more distress signals nearby. There may be more lives saved yet.

The areas where fighting occurred with the Nachzehrers will need to be cleaned up. Rhodes Island operators will provide the usual assistance.

I want the Exemplars to work with them on these post combat affairs.

Establish supply lines, rescue and transfer the injured, and rally those who want to join us.

The troops who returned from the front line have assembled.

Counting in the Gododdin soldiers who had their IDs wiped, the Exemplars have far exceeded the scale of a regiment.

They want to join us?

I met with their officers. They said the Duke of Gododdin left before they could board the transports.

Preliminary screening indicates that all of them are Infected.

Sounds familiar, eh?

The Duke of Gododdin left his Infected soldiers behind, just like the other dukes?

Or maybe...?

Or maybe, he intentionally picked a bunch of soldiers who had unfortunately gotten Infected, and sent them over to us.

I suspect he has ulterior motives.

The performance of those Infected troops indicates that they're different from those we've seen before. I wouldn't call them stragglers.

If Gododdin's intention is to keep an eye on us, then we should probably try to lose these people, or at least separate them tactically...

No.

You know the dukes better than I, Delphine. There's a very good chance that you're right.

But right now, there's nothing we need more than unity.

If even the Exemplars chose which parts of Victoria they united...

What would happen to the future that we dream of?

Gododdin very likely knew that we couldn't reject those men. That's why he let us leave so easily.

Then we need to be ready.

This is not the first challenge we've had to overcome, nor will it be the last.

Sarkaz. Amnannam. Caster. The dukes.

It's not just one storm that the Exemplars will have to weather.

I'll let Lieutenant Shearer know.

To be honest, everyone's happy to get some new blood.

Plus, they're all Infected.

If it's really true that Gododdin has not abandoned them... that, in itself, is worth celebrating.

Perhaps, the unity that once seemed impossible is actually within reach.

It's a miracle to run into people like you.

We're not the miracle, ma'am.

You are, all of you, for being strong until the very end.

Thank you so much, regardless.

I can still move. Let me help you with the others.

This way, you can get some rest... you're not much older than my own child, now that I get a better look at you.

We have about ten minutes of rest before we head to the next location.

...Closure?

A little more time...

There's not much room for improvement on that Arts Unit you're holding.

Even Raidian and Mechanist could hardly do better.

Conditions will only get worse from here. The better I do, the safer you guys will be.

Thanks.

Rescue work around Gibsonham is complete. Next, we'll be going to... where your squad's signal was lost.

I see.

We'll find them, alive or... otherwise.

Even if they're buried in the sand, or Originium... there will be traces.

We'll find them and bring them home.

I know how I feel, but Fang... I want to hear your thoughts, too.

Is it regrettable for a Rhodes Island operator to die in a war between the Sarkaz and the Victorians, when they have nothing to do with either side of the war?

Any sacrifice is regrettable.

After Ace died, Beagle cried for many nights with his shield in her arms.

Why him? Why there? Why then?

I get that feeling too. Every single time.

But what I really want to know is... how did the people who sacrificed feel?

Hm... I'm sure they have their own regrets.

We're none of us saints. That's why we fear death. That's why you feel pain over your decision.

But I have no regrets about participating in this operation.

If not for Lava, Hibiscus, or our other Sarkaz friends, then at least for the people here, even though I don't know any of them.

It was a Catastrophe that brought me from Columbia to Rhodes Island.

That Catastrophe taught me one thing: that suffering does not discriminate.

I came here today because I know that you will come when my home needs help, when the people I care about need help.

You're right.

We'll be there.

<i>'We'</i>, Rhodes Island.

You know something? I've been addicted to the web since a very young age, because that's the only place I knew without segregation.

The other Vampire children and I, Vampires and other Sarkaz, Sarkaz and everyone else, Catastrophe, nations, class, disease.

It was Theresa who took me from the confines of my home and showed me another possibility.

A ship that sails the waves of disaster, rescues those who are suffering, and fosters companionships beyond personal interest.

Sounds surreal, huh?

But the road that Rhodes Island has traveled thus far is very real.

I'll continue to analyze the anomalies caused by Amnannam. I also want to hear your answer to my question. Kal'tsit's and the Doctor's, too.

This data belongs to Yvres, to Balin, to Viktor, to Rhodes Island... one day, it may belong to everyone.