01x12 - Welcome

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Cyclops to Handler One.

They've reached the old high-speed

railroad terminal at point 122.

Sorry. They were jamming the radar,

and it took us a while to find them.

This is gonna be a rough fight

for the new kids.

What do we do?

Deploy our main force at 062,

then lure them in with another unit.

That would put them in range

of the remaining howitzers.

So we're fighting them

right in front of the base, huh?

If they make it through,

there's nothing but the minefields

and the howitzers

to keep them out, right?

But it's the best location we have,

if we're to survive.

Yes, my Queen!

Now for today's update on the w*r

from San Magnolia Military HQ!

Our nation's autonomous Juggernaut units

intercepted the Legion mechanized infantry drones,

December 2nd, Stellar Year 2148

dealt critical damage,

and forced them to withdraw.

Combat via highly advanced,

ethically responsible drones

has resulted in zero fatalities

on our side!

The day when our righteous nation finally smashes

the evil remnants of the wicked Empire is not far off!

Glory to the Republic of San Magnolia,

and to the five-color flag!

Hey, it's the Doll-Crushing Princess!

I heard you had another victory

against the Legion threat today,

stained with the blood of pigs!

That's why they call her Bloody Regina,

the bloody queen!

You learn to tell the difference

between men and pigs?

She never changes expression.

Who knows what she's thinking?

Getting demoted for the sake of those pigs

Wearing a black uniform

when nobody else does

The Legion won't even be around

in two years!

Her family's rich and famous, right?

Had she just done nothing,

she'd have life on easy street.

Morning.

Morning.

There's something I want to check up

on from what you asked.

The additional settings

on the RAID Device.

Fine.

I'll be there in two hours.

Okay, see you then.

How many times do I have to tell you,

"Captain" Milizé?

Unauthorized use of the howitzers.

Unscheduled supply drops.

Taking direct command

of units not below you.

Do you know how many

complaints I'm getting?

Don't make me do extra work

for the sake of the damn Eighty-Six.

If you'd give me permission in advance,

you wouldn't have to tell me any of this,

Lieutenant Colonel.

What?

You, and all of them, are free

to complain all you like,

but it has nothing to do with me.

You little brat!

Know your place!

You're just a captain!

Are you sure you want me

to know my place?

Your subordinates' results reflect

on your own career.

What?

I'm currently the top Handler.

If my Legion k*ll rate goes down,

you risk not being promoted.

Right?

Watch your mouth, Captain.

Excuse me, Lieutenant Colonel.

I'll let you handle the supplies.

Okay.

Captain, I looked into

how many of the howitzers

in the rear of Southern Combat District 8

were still functional, and you were right.

It was around twenty percent.

I thought so.

Our total attrition rate

on the front lines—

Hey, look! Look! Snow!

Winter's really here, huh?

Cyclops to Handler One.

Do you read?

Yes. What is it?

We found an enemy unit

out on patrol.

We need your orders.

Understood.

Keep it up.

Cyclops, give me a report.

Sorry I'm late.

You're pretty early.

Get started with your chat.

Yeah.

Understood. Thank you for the report.

Yeah. I'll be waiting for those

Legion force estimates, Queen.

Yes, I'll do what I can.

Let's both work together

to do our best.

Of course.

You're our Handler.

We're counting on you.

You, too.

I need the info you give us

from the b*ttlefield, Cyclops.

It's okay to call me

by my real name now, right?

If you aren't going to,

Shiden Iida

why did you ask?

Because that's

my responsibility as a Handler.

You're always so serious

and formal, you know?

Think what you like.

Thanks to you, though,

we might live a long time.

I appreciate it, but we might be going

to Spearhead in a few months.

The strongest guy I know finally got sent

on Special Recon a while back.

He's probably dead now.

The headless Reaper who always used blades.

Which do you think will be first:

us going there or the Legion coming here?

I don't know.

But my job now is to prepare for the

large-scale Legion offensive I think is coming.

I've already decided to help you, but

no preparations you make

will change a thing.

You're doing it anyway?

I'm doing it anyway.

But Cyclops, don't forget

your reports on patrol.

Roger!

They told me to survive, anyway.

They believed in me,

and told me to fight, and survive.

Teppy

To live up to the hopes of those

who are no longer with us

Shin!

This is as far as I can go.

You can go the rest

of the way yourself, right?

You've got your comrades going with you.

You've really grown up, too.

Don't let me keep you a prisoner.

You can forget about me.

Oh, no.

I want you to remember me,

just once in a while.

Live free, be happy

And once in a while, you know?

Just once in a while.

Be well.

And please be happy.

Brother!

I know.

I just want to chat a little.

You're awake, huh? Hello.

Will you tell me your name?

Oh!

Oh, the generals were all really worried,

so they made me wear this biohazard suit.

But it's rude to be wearing this, isn't it?

My name is Ernst.

And you?

Shin Nouzen.

Welcome to the Federacy of Giad!

"Giad"?

Oh, I should explain.

We defeated the Giad "Empire" that created the Legion,

and we changed it into a Federal Republic.

Well, because of that, we're still

fighting the remaining Legion, though.

We found you captured by the Legion

on the western front of the w*r.

Sorry, sorry.

Of course you're worried.

You were sleeping,

so we turned the windows opaque.

Neither you nor we entirely

understand what happened.

Later, when you remember,

if you could

Sir! That's enough.

Sorry!

The scary lady's going to get mad at me,

so I'll be going.

But remember this.

You're the first foreign visitors we've had

since our nation's founding.

We were too busy with the Legion

to put together customs procedures.

But don't worry, we will not harm you.

I'm Ernst Zimerman,

provisional President of the Giad Federacy.

What does our analysis show?

It's safe to say they aren't agents

of San Magnolia or any other country.

And the odds that

they're a new type of Legion,

or perhaps a carrier

for a Legion bioweapon?

Our tests and the scan we did after they

were brought in show nothing irregular.

And the things they had with them?

It's a slightly older model,

but definitely a Dinosauria.

And the things on their ears?

A communication device, as they said.

It artificially recreates the mental links

that a certain family is capable of.

Revolutionary.

The safest thing for the Federacy

would be to eliminate them.

Shin,

you were out for three whole days.

Seriously, Kurena was bawling her eyes out.

I was not!

Shin, I know now's not a good time,

but be ready when you get better.

Sorry, we all feel the same way.

If you ever pull that sh*t again,

I will kick your a*s.

I didn't mean to die—

You're going to make me mad.

Even if you didn't intend to die,

you knew you would if you fought alone.

We've all thought about it once, sure.

But that's why we can't forgive it!

Because we understand!

It's cheating.

Never do that again!

I was so worried!

Sorry.

But who knows what happens now

So yeah, from now on,

you're citizens of the Federacy!

Huh?

We haven't seen you for a month,

and the first thing you say is "So yeah?"

Yeah?

You sure you want

to make a bunch of strange kids

who were kicked out

of their old country into citizens?

Wouldn't it be safer just to k*ll us?

Is that what you want?

What benefit do you get

from saving us?

A society which refuses to save children

because there's no "benefit"

is a society which in the end

benefits no one.

And if humanity can't survive except

by k*lling children because they're "strange,"

humanity would be better off dead.

Anyway, I'll be your guardian

for a while.

So rest a bit, see this country,

and then think about what you'll do.

Sankt Glykine Base

Those w*r machines we recovered

—the "Juggernauts"?

December 2nd, Stellar Year 2148

Their capabilities aside,

what was done with them is amazing.

I'd love to hear more.

Hey, I'm first.

We won't let you have them.

What?

High-mobility combat data and people

with actual combat experience against the data.

They're perfect as operators

for my prototypes.

They'd be wasted on those slow Vánagandr.

What did you say, spider woman?

What did you say, beetle?

You're all free to talk to them.

But I won't let them be operators.

We'd be no different from the Republic.

But they're all saying in

their counseling sessions

that they want to go back

to the b*ttlefield.

That's because the b*ttlefield

is all they know right now.

Actions should be met with rewards.

If they've fought for so long,

they should be given peace.

Especially if their homeland

refuses to do it.

I want the Federacy to be just, at least.

Because

that is the ideal of mankind.

Let us save our pitiful comrades!

Let's save them!

The Eighty-Six are victims!

Victims!

Let us save our pitiful comrades!

They were all happy when you were saved,

Let's save them!

because they learned there was

a surviving country besides our own.

But when they learned

how you were treated,

they became overcome with the desire

to save you and your comrades.

This is my house,

but from now on it's your home.

Welcome!

Hurry!

Push that desk!

We need to hurry!

Welcome, poor souls who were banished

from your country!

Great Giad welcomes you

with pity and compassion!

We don't expect any kind of recompense

from low-borns like you,

so your thanks are enough!

Hey, red-eyes!

Why are you looking away?

I thought there might be someone else here.

You shut the door!

Are you making fun of me?

Yes.

This is the problem with low-born people

from the Republic.

Is this your daughter?

I hate to say it, but you need

to discipline her better.

Oh, no.

She's not my daughter.

Do you really think I'm the daughter

of this lowly bureaucrat?

I'm—

Frederica Rosenfort.

Some things happened,

and now she's staying here.

It's annoying to explain to everyone,

so I've got her down on

paper as my daughter.

But regardless,

you'll be living together for a while.

So I'd appreciate it if you'd think of her

as a slightly naïve little sister.

"Little sister," huh?

Oh, on paper, I've adopted you.

So you can call me "Dad,"

if you want.

I'm joking.

What's that on your neck?

Frederica, no.

I told you their situation.

You have wounds

you don't want touched, either.

I'm the cute little sister

you've been given to heal your wounds.

The family and home

and happiness you lost

The noble and compassionate

Federacy is willing to give you.

Be very nice to me!

Big brothers and sisters!

Theresa, they're being mean!

Right, right.

Frederica, everything that just happened

was your own fault.

Was not! Was not!

I'm Theresa.

I'll be taking care of you.

Welcome home, everyone.

I'm bored.

They all went to sleep so early.

Sorry, I know you're tired.

I was holding on to this.

It was in your w*r machine.

Is it yours?

Yes.

Thank you, Theresa.

Not at all, sir.

Kids that age eat a lot.

It's fun to cook for them.

I'm sorry.

This is likely to be difficult.

Not at all.

Serving you is my job.

Do you think it's a stupid way

of trying to compensate for things?

That I'm using them

as a replacement?

No. They could never be that.

Every person is their own,

irreplaceable individual.

But still, people try to bury the past.

In whatever way they can.

Whom are you talking to,

Empress?

Kiri

"It's Too Late."