I'm amazed you got your hands on such a fine specimen.
Havia.
I'm still nobility.
I've got my closely guarded sources.
What about you?
How about this one?
I think it's not bad in terms of a trade.
You son-of-a... How'd you get something this rare?!
I've got my closely guarded sources, too.
Not that it came easily.
I see. You've got more going on than I'd thought.
I'll continue to look forward to trading with you.
Yeah, of course.
Don't move!
Freeze right where you are!
Wait... Hold on a second!
This is a misunderstanding!
I don't know anything!
Both hands on the wall.
What?! Whoa, w-wait!
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say may be used against you in a court-martial,
so bear that in mind.
N-No way!
I'm innocent!
Give it up. We've got the goods on you.
As we suspected, they had a massive hidden stash.
There's some over here as well.
We found some here, too.
Well, well! And out it comes! The mountain of dirty books!
The proclivities are wide-ranging,
but the majority feature large breasts.
Perverts.
Furthermore, we have special editions of black tights, pantyhose, and heels.
All featuring blondes.
You're the worst.
We found cosplay-themed ones.
And blonde bondage-themed ones.
You're scum.
Woo-hoo! Talk about titillating!
Hmm, so this is what you like, huh?
Whoa, this is incredible!
What do you do when you look at this?
Well? What do you do? Come on, tell me.
Please stop this already!
We'll do anything!
Oh-ho?
That's quite noble of you to volunteer your services.
Then I will formally task you with a mission.
A mission?
It'll be the perfect place for you to cool your heads.
Alaska...
Again, huh?
Don't wanna die before we see our fire inside so...
We can fight!
In the distance, where your mud-covered expression is facing,
doromamire no sono hyoujou ga misueteru saki e
We can fight!
Our sweat that drips down, even knowing that everything will come to a futile end, Will still never forget how to fight!
nagareo chiru asa ga subete muda ni owaru to shitemo
tataku koto dake wa wasure wa shinai darou
You're so strong - able to smile in any situation, And no one has ever seen you cry...
itsudemo waraeru tsuyoi kimi no nakigao wa daremo shiranai kara
But that just leaves the bruises in your heart unhealed.
kokoro no aza wa kienai kedo
You always never gave up, you never gave up, So nothing's too late!
Just like that - Never wake up, you Never wake up
sou yatte Never wake up, you Never wake up
So let's just go on dreaming! We lamented this world, feeling unable to smile.
yume miteikou ze itsuka nageiteta waraenai sekai wa
But now we'll laugh to the ends of the Earth! That's right! Get Up, Get Up, Get Up!
dokomademo waratte sousa, Get up, Get up, Get up!
We just gotta blaze on through!
kake nukere bai
We're back, Alaska.
The Graveyard of Junk is a Mountain of Rare Metals
Interception at the Site of the Alaska Battle I
I'm glad to see you seem to have grown even colder.
Hey, Qwenthur, let's go look for Santa Claus's house or something.
I thought Santa lives in northern Europe.
Beats me.
Shall we ask the folks of the Faith Organization or something?
Anyway, there's nothing but rubble as far as the eye can see.
Just how many klicks away did stuff go flying?
There was an Object called the Water Strider.
It was a cutting-edge second gen unit
that was generally thought to be too much for a first gen to handle,
but it was miraculously destroyed
by a student abroad on deployment and a blue-blooded radar analyst.
What remained was a mountain of treasure too great to haul away,
weighing a total of 200 thousand tons.
The Intelligence Division was frantically going over the rubble,
analyzing the enemy's technology and extracting rare metals.
There we go.
That about do it?
That's fantastic.
With how powerful Hand-axe is, this'll be plenty.
Setting the detonator on a timer. There.
There's no knowing what's lying around here, after all.
It'd be a problem if the signal got distorted and it malfunctioned.
All right. Let's bug out.
Our enemy this time is an Intelligence Union second gen Object.
The codename we in the Legitimate Kingdom have given the hostile unit
is Rush.
Don't tell me it's that "Ohoho"?
That second gen we saw in Oceania, huh?
Don't ever mention that in front of the Princess.
She'd get all worked up for sure.
Ah, I can just imagine.
Oh, man!
Heivia, stick out your butt.
Huh?
Sheesh, what the heck is this?
Ow, that hurt... What was that for?!
Where I come from, a doofus who not only misses his shot, but scratches,
gets a kick to the butt from the person who goes next. That's the rule.
What kind of rule is that?
Okay, let's do this.
The wreckage of the Water Strider is scattered about in Alaska.
Technologies related to its design, digital programs...
It's a buffet of military secrets.
As the ones who blew that bastard away,
we, the Legitimate Kingdom, have the right to take it all,
but there are others who'd like to benefit as well.
We've already known for a few weeks now
that the Intelligence Union's people are lurking around the wreckage.
But they went too far.
They threw together an antenna facility
and they're continually transmitting the analyzed technology back home.
We have been ordered to destroy it.
Well, they won't take that lying down, either,
so I'm sure they'll be dispatching their Arctic Circle Object.
And that's Ohoho's Rush.
Its trademark is its two serial swift beam-type gatling guns.
Please wait a minute.
That means making us stand at the most dangerous leading edge of it all!
Do you think you're in any position to complain?
It's no use, Qwenthur.
You can tell by the thrill in Titan Tits' voice here.
This is her voice when she demands the impossible from us,
hoping to make us cry.
Don't talk about me like I'm some power-tripping bully.
The star is the Princess and you two are the supporting actors.
I've taken that into account, so relax.
It's a simple blasting operation.
It's your turn next, Qwenser.
What?
Uh... Yes, ma'am.
Therefore...
Kicking my butt...
...falls to you.
Yes!
We've blocked the major routes now.
That makes five spots.
The maze is complete.
The Intelligence Union forces will be stuck where they are.
Even if they find a side route,
they'll find fragments of plate armor lying around everywhere like caltrops.
Never mind tires. That might even take out caterpillar tracks.
Knowing the correct routes,
we'll be the only ones who can move unimpeded.
This doesn't serve as an actual offensive against the enemy, though.
The Rush's drive system
is a combination of air cushions and high-mobility caterpillar tracks.
Unlike the Princess, who keeps her unit afloat electrostatically,
it has contact with the ground.
In other words, there's a non-zero possibility
that it could eat up some fragments and run into trouble!
This time, Alaska here will become a playing field
that's advantageous to the Princess.
I guess our Titan Tits put some thought into this, too.
Yeah.
Even though she's the sort of superior officer,
who pulls spot checks for porn with a squad that reports directly to her.
You know, about that.
Why, of all things, is it formed entirely of ladies in their 20s?
Is that the fetish?
Anyway, what do you say we take this time to come to an arrangement,
Mister Heivia?
Any time a porn check might be coming up,
we'll agree to shelter each other's goods somewhere safe.
All radio communication is subject to oversight by the higher-ups.
If you make an emergency call, Titan Tits will hear the whole thing.
Then, how about a codeword?
For example, if you say, "I'm at my wits' end,"
that's where the secret talk starts.
All right, I'm in.
After that, we'll speak in code to report the situation.
Roger.
The Princess and the Rush should be running into each other soon.
As for how effective our sabotage efforts are...
Looks like we'll be getting our answer.
I have the enemy unit on radar.
I'm being hailed?
This isn't a military frequency.
On top of which, it's not encrypted.
We have not seen each other since Oceania,
Miss Unsophisticated Legitimate Kingdom Elite.
You're...
I cannot blame you for trembling in fear,
but I shall be gentle with you, so please rest easy.
I have a big enough heart to accept the white flag from you people.
The white flag is never going to happen.
I'm going to wreck you right here.
I'll turn you into a souvenir along with the Water Strider.
Oh, dear, oh, dear. This is a problem.
For my part, I need you to use the white flag,
or I shall not be able to receive my reward.
Reward?
Because, you know how it works.
The rule is that soldiers who survive under the white flag
can be taken prisoner. In which case...
...I could make that gentleman in your unit mine, right?
Weep and die!
Not to worry.
Once I have made him mine,
I shall put a collar and dog ears on that gentleman
and treat him with every courtesy.
If anything, he is bound to be happier
than being in your unsophisticated unit.
See what you've done?!
That's divine retribution for trying to watch from the sidelines
when we're nothing but small fry!
Divine retribution? Don't talk like the Faith Organization!
We're running!
This is pitiful.
Entrusting our lives to a lump that almost killed us once...
It's like taking a bath in a tub of water that's been there since yesterday.
If we talked pride against an Object, we wouldn't last five seconds.
The Rush's main guns are serial swift beam-type gatling guns.
It's probably a measure to counter overheating,
but it looks like it can only fire continually for 30 seconds at a time.
If it could fire without limit, the Princess couldn't get away.
But if there are gaps during the times it's dissipating heat,
she can pull through.
By alternating between the two main guns it has on either side,
it can fire continually without interruption, but...
The right main gun covers the 180 degrees to the right.
And the left main gun can only cover the 180 degrees to the left.
Ohoho is trying to make up for it by circling,
but it doesn't look like she can keep up with the Princess's evasion speed.
Hey, Qwenthur, take a listen to this.
Swiftly give up this futile resistance
and quietly hand over that gentleman to my G cup self!
That one exists to conduct maintenance work on my Object!
If you get that you're not wanted here, beat it right this minute!
Or if not that, die!
That superior officer with the titan tits
must be tearing her hair out right about now, too.
But Elites from both sides fighting over one maintenance crew member?
That's incredible.
Just how skilled is this engineer?
Maybe he's got some exclusive patent--
They both got each other?!
Princess!
She got the Rush's left main gun!
She took out the main gun first, in anticipation of a drawn-out battle!
No, this is bad!
The Baby Magnum's been hit in the joint to the arm of the main guns!
If she got hit there, worst case scenario,
she won't be able to operate any of the seven main guns!
She focused too much on the Rush's main gun and left herself open.
What the...? What the heck just happened?
A pit stop...
Pit stop?
The only thing that can punch through an Object's thick armor
is an Object's main gun.
That's where they both got hit.
You can't fight without a way to clinch the win.
It means whoever gets back to their base zone the quickest
and gets their main gun repaired first to charge back out there wins.
What? But the Rush still has a main gun left.
If it gets overtaken on the broken side, that's a dead angle.
On top of which, it can't fire while it's dissipating heat.
And the Princess's Baby Magnum's main guns themselves aren't broken.
In reality, there's no denying that they might still be operable,
but she wanted to withdraw if she could.
That's probably what she was thinking.
I see.
But the enemy's maintenance corps will get caught in the maze we built.
Exactly.
While they're spending time dealing with that,
if the Princess gets her real-time costume change done, we've got this.
This match will be a win for us.
Qwenthur, Havia, come in.
You two are still at Point 199ASD?
Yes.
I'll get right to the point.
The Rush didn't head for their maintenance base zone.
It's attempting to make contact with a convoy detachment.
If they begin repairs at this rate,
they'll finish swapping out the main gun faster than the Princess.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! What did we prepare those obstacles for?!
I thought the rubble was supposed to block the roads!
For large vehicles, yes.
Hey, they're transporting using manual labor.
Huh?!
How many tons do you think an Object's main gun weighs?
The Rush has advanced extreme weight saving at the raw materials level,
so maybe about 100 tons?
It's a bundle of five serial swift beam guns,
so each gun should be about 20 tons.
If they were to break that down into over a hundred parts for transport,
the load per person would be an average of 200 kilos.
In these snowfields,
there's no way they could walk around carrying something that heavy.
Not with their bare hands, no.
But what about a powered suit corps?
The mounds of rubble that can impede large vehicles
still have gaps big enough for humans to get by.
They're trying to get through that way and rendezvous with the Rush.
Hey, this is bad!
If its repairs get done first,
the Princess will be destroyed unilaterally
without having a chance to do anything about it!
Interfere with the Rush's repairs one way or another!
The enemy's expected rendezvous point is two klicks north of you.
You two are the closest!
Powered suits aren't things you can go up against with small arms!
And the Rush has almost a hundred guns, large and small,
keeping guard in all directions!
Even getting close will be difficult!
If there were any other way,
I wouldn't entrust the fate of this unit to problem children like you!
I'll leave the specifics up to you.
I wish you luck.
You've got to be kidding me!
This request from the beautiful lady is a one-way ticket to Hell!
And it's one from a book of tickets at that.
Huh?
Hey, what're you going to do, Qwenser?
Isn't it obvious?
Think of a way to do something about this.
Or else, the one who gets hit first is the Princess.
Hey, Sir Knight, looting at a time like this?
This is a fixed base plasma cannon.
In order to focus the plasma,
the interior of the barrel has a massive number of electromagnets.
What are you going to do with electromagnets?
Object armor is steel mixed with high-performance anti-fire reactant.
You can stick to it magnetically.
Are you saying you're going to go rock climbing against that monster?
Take a look.
Miss Frolaytia was frantic, but we've got just a bit of a reprieve.
The route two klicks north has the densest rubble and it's impassable.
They'll double back and take a detour.
While taking that detour,
there's a passage that'll bring the Rush closer to us.
That creates a chance for us to run some kind of op.
Are you serious?
You better help out, Heivia. There's no time.
Objects can even withstand a nuclear strike,
so I doubt it will break down easily,
but that is exactly why
the unpredictable mischief of the gods is so scary.
Adjusting scheduled rendezvous time.
Please work ahead
and move forward with the assembly of the main gun module until I arrive.
Roger!
Yes! That's one success down.
That son-of-a-bitch...
Does being with him get me closer to a win or does it shave years off my life?
I can't even tell.
That was a terribly cute bit of mischief from the gods.
It's kind of like how you can't see dirt that's on your own face.
Even the vast array of sensors won't be any use at this range.
I swear, you do nothing but spur-of-the-moment things
looking like you've got all the confidence in the world.
When we got hoisted up by the Rush, car and all,
I saw that it didn't have any magnetic sensors.
And also that the targeting cameras aren't likely to respond
once I'm this close.
Rock climbing is fine and all, but what do you plan to do?
Who knows?
I'm just going to look for something to delay the repairs.
There's no time.
If you don't hurry, you'll rendezvous with the enemy unit.
Crap!
Qwenser!
Hey, answer me! Qwenser!
That was a simultaneous firing of all guns.
A radio transmission seemed to have come from close quarters,
but the shock wave and radiant heat from that volley
should have knocked off the bug.
Suspension of Juliet confirmed.
Commencing with the exchange of the main gun now.
I implore you to make the pit stop as quick as possible.
We have gone to all this trouble to be wily,
but there will be no point if we waste our time.
All personnel, move quickly!
Maintenance Captain,
recheck Sensors Alpha through Echo.
There are discrepancies between 0.5 to 0.7.
I am very sorry.
If we were to add that work to the menu now,
it will introduce a delay into the work timetable.
Those are within tolerable limits.
What idiocy is this?!
It is precisely because I fight against large enemies called Objects
that even the slightest discrepancies are unacceptable!
But this mission does not account for anything
except the exchange of the main gun.
As long as we have our orders from Lieutenant Colonel Lendy Farolito,
overriding them will lead to court-martial.
You big dolt!
Darn you! Fine, I will do it alone!
I swear, you are such useless bastards.
Pardon me, mademoiselle.
Please forgive me for rudely stealing into a lovely lady's bed chamber.
You'll quietly do as I say.
You need not worry.
Properly speaking, I had intended to invite you myself.
Hey, you're kidding me, right?
No.
This is the truth.
For I am none other than the Elite who pilots this Object.
The seasons run on by, our of breath.
kisetsu ga kaketeku iki o kirashite
I try to keep up on an impulse all too faint.
hishi ni tsuiteku awasugiru shoudou
By the time i take notice, everyone's changing their faces
kizuke ba daremo ga kao o kaeteku
Anxious of those around me, i call everything white, "black"
mawari o ki ni shite shiro o kuro to iu
But i don't want to lie to myself, 'Cause there's more than just one form of happiness.
jibun ni uso o tsukitakunai shiawase no katachi wa hitotsu dake janai kara
Rather than a flexible strength, I want a strength that never changes.
kawaru tsuyosa yori kawaranai tsuyosa kokoro ni te o atete jibunjishin o ima aishi tea geyou
Placing my hand upon my heart, I'll make an effort to love myself.
Rather than a flexible strength, I want a strength that never changes.
kawaru tsuyosa yori kawaranai tsuyosa
Not for anyone else's sake, Right now, as i head for the future.
dareka no tame janaku ima, mirai eto
Interception at the Site of the Alaska Battle II
The Graveyard of Junk is a Mountain of Rare Metals