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[The hubbub from the wedding's finally dying down, people going their separate ways... and even a particular pair is finally going to be going its separate ways.]

This is still a risk.

[So says the AI, bidding its copilot farewell.]

But, as Werter put it, I've made friends here at the very least. You included. And there's people who'll never know justice as long as I keep running and finding asylum.

[So says the Icarus Bomber, ready to board a Britannian military police transport back to London.]

Help the others out in the meantime, R. You've done more than enough for me in the time we've been together.

[The machine just nods, and as Lynn turns to leave they both wave farewell. Sciencey-people who Lynn trusts, you might find spare Fragarachs, Ascalons, or Durandals to study or make use of.]

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[And someone's going back to work in the hangar, with tons of chalkboards and computer terminals put up and everything. Some have "PRIMEVAL FORCE" written on them.]

[public video]

Before I say anything else, yes, I'm up for this. And whoever out there got me the designs for this-

[She taps her left temple, and her new eye glows blue for a few moments. Don't worry, not the same color that Kairos Aspida units did.]

... Well, I'm finding myself thanking people a lot recently. And this might be the best way to repay everyone if I'm not cleared for piloting duties. I'm a scientist first, pilot and mechanic second, after all, and what we saw out there -most notably what happened to the Rushbird- and what Hixar's gotten for us has given me a lot of serious food for thought about how Primeval Force is channeled.

Additionally, while the Invaders were still a threat, there'd been some development in "Anti-Getter" Missiles... meant to essentially drain the Invaders of the surplus energy that was making them so difficult to dispose of. I'm not going to say that Getter Rays and the Primeval Force are exactly the same, but it feels that the Force has more in common with it than, say, gasoline. Between the two... maybe we can make a countermeasure of some sort.

But I won't promise anything, not when my magnum opus scientific creation is something so flawed, and especially not when all I'm working with is best guesses. But it'll at least be something. And anyone that can help... whether you've only just seen the Force in action or you've got your own theories and calculations, please by all means let's try to work this out together rather than separately.

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[A certain someone's in the infirmary, weak but in a stable condition. Her lungs, along with some of the more fragile muscles are pretty badly off but... to say nothing of the massive gash on the left side of her face that's taken her eye and forced me to flip the image because goddammit nothing can ever be easy in the world of using PBs and then finding out there's this awesome hospitalization pic of a character that goes great with what you had planned for them.

[It's not until hours after she's returned to the Chalice that her one good eye finally begins to open up. Lights. Ceiling. The kind of pain that lets her know she's somehow survived the Izanami Virus...]

I'm... alive.

[No telling how long she'll be conscious. But she's at least going to try to get something out before going under again...]

[Public video]

Everyone... thank you.

I don't know what happened out there after Typhon's attack but... we must've won, right? Typhon and Takeda and everyone else've been stopped and it's just one less threat to worry about.

Neptune, Ichitaka, Richard... everyo-

[Aaaand coughing fit again. Her lungs are still a mess, and her heartfelt video's going to have to be cut short. Though you can still say something back to her, be it in person or by video!]

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[Public video]

[And on top of that, a new face onboard the Chalice! Well, new face, old friend, because...]

Everyone, this is R speaking.

[In human form! With an actual voice!]

I never thought I'd have to adopt this form, the gynoid recreation of Greta Wagner, again. I didn't even think it would be possible. As it so happens though, it turned out that it had survived the incidents at the Tritech Labs. A mixed blessing, I suppose. As much as I hate this body and the identity it represents, it can at least let me keep a closer eye on Lynn while she recovers. Afterwards I'm just going to throw it in a closet and never even think about using it again unless I need it, which I someday might.

As for what happened out there, what I did?

I don't have any regrets. In the end, Alice was just a weapon. One that could talk and had a twisted equivalent of human feelings... but something that needed to be stopped. And so that's exactly what I did.

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[Lynn's making her way through the medical tents and whatnot that the Britannian military's set up after the operation. She's mainly here to pay her respects to Dice... but along the way she's noticing more than a few strange gizmos that doctors and military officials are looking at.]

That freak said it could release the disease anywhere?

It's airborne, dammit... and we've seen what it can do to people! And we're running out of convenient cures for the damn thing! At least with ventilators we can keep people from dying without making the disease stronger!

But it's just a stopgap measure. If they lose power or -hell- some idiot flips the wrong switch they won't even be able to breath. Either way they'll be casualties.

[Iron lungs. They're talking about those archaic things as a way to let people infected by the Izanami Virus continue to go on at least a little while longer. Reducing people to live in big metal tubes as their bodies waste away... Without even realizing it Lynn's balling her hands up into fists.]

Typhon... !

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[And what's R doing? Well, REVIVAL's pacing back and forth in the hangar, its body language reeking of frustration-]

This isn't doing enough for me.

[-Before sitting down in frustration.]

I don't know how to unwind from this. There've been bad times before but...

Losing more of the Dullahans like that...!

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[Right after the mission and the craziness with the dimensional diver.... there's just one question on Lynn's mind.]

Just... how much of a difference is there between proper science and... "SCI-ENCE"?

[Yeah, that word comes out awkwardly.]

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This alternate reality-hopping adventure... It was certainly something. For better or for worse, I don't think I will forget about it anytime soon. Or ever.

It was also exactly what I needed. I'm feeling alright now. And it's time to get to work... We have several important matters to resolve and a madman to stop, after all. I'm sure I can help with devising a plan somehow.

Texotic, Coztic... Watch me.

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[It's almost Christmastime, and naturally holiday movies are par for the course. Even Lynn's getting in on the tradition... just watching an old, rather dark film about how a guy who's lived a miserable life finds out just how much life would be worse for everyone around him if he wasn't around to help.]

All this time...

[Lynn's also been holding a gold engagement ring in her hand. The memories of the Bombing were still fresh in her mind, but so was everything that'd happened afterwards. The lives she'd helped protect while on the Chalice. The friends she'd made. The life she was putting back together. One person can always make a difference.]

James. I know it's seventeen years late but...

[She gave the ring a kiss. A little cheesy, sure, but it's not like anything else would work better.]

Thank you for saving me.

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[It's later that same day when Lynn opens up a wormhole in the Chalice's hangar, right on schedule. And out comes one of the Dullahan Unit's armor suits lugging a few computer terminals with it. It took a while, but R's back from its little intelligence-gathering trip, and already displaying text.]

Lynn.

[There's a pause as the AI looks around the hangar.]

It's good to see this place again. People again, for that matter.

Then your trip-

Took me into space.

The armory's in space, Lynn. It was stationed inside the asteroid belt. I know humanity's spread as far as Jupiter, but with this kind of technology, and what we've seen Exvoratum Filios use...

Aliens. It's looking more and more likely that aliens factor into this somewhere.

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[Following events on the mission where she went pretty much completely insane on everyone, Alice has been locked up as tight as an AI can get. Her little box mainframe is kept on a table in a locked room, and the only network link available goes to a single terminal outside the room, that's disconnected from all others. If you want to talk with her that means the only opportunity is to either pick the lock somehow and break in to see her (bad idea) or just walk past the exterior terminal.]

Well.

That happened.

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[There's some sort of bubbling sound coming from Lynn's room... and the door just so happens to be unlocked, letting anyone who takes a peek to see entire white-boards filled with equations and technobabble acronyms and terms. Not to mention that smell... a smell that was almost like-]

It worked! This is great... I was afraid I'd forgotten the process!

[-And the bathroom door opens, with Lynn standing there with a mug of something alcoholic in hand and a water cooler jug filled with what was most likely more of the stuff. And when she's spotted she just freezes for a moment before letting out a sigh.]

... I left the door open, didn't I?

[Well, no matter. Not like it was illegal to make your own beer or anything.]

Could you move though? I whipped this up because I wanted to unwind... it's just now there isn't a decent place to sit in here.

[Uh... Lynn... you feeling alright?]

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[As the VeHA, now dubbed "REVIVAL" returns to the Chalice, its human pilot looking very shaken and its AI in a similar condition. So many dead, from the Izanami Virus and then those monsters...]

Takeda...

[And then Satoru Takeda. A former coworker at the Tritech Labs... taking part in doing such terrible things!]

This has to stop. Him, and... and the "Izanami Plague" and Typhon and anyone else talking about needing to prove "worth" like that! You can't just assign value to people!

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[It's maintenance time for the VeHA, Lynn and R being as much a team with this as they are when actually piloting. The AI moves and shifts the machine's frame to let Lynn better reach trouble spots, and all the while they've been holding a rather pleasant conversation. Well... until-]

You know... I never realized it before now, but R... you're a Retroactive Existence, yes?

What of it?

Well, the point of the idea of those is to make them have an identity, personality, even memories all preset even before they're made! But you've never said much about your own identity. You got angry when that one goddess called you a "hag" though... were you meant to be a super-macho man then or-

[There's a very loud creaking as the VeHA turns to face Lynn... and even without facial features the woman's struck silent by the animosity radiating from it.]

I'm not going to talk about this. Not with you or anyone else.

R-R... I-

[Yeah, Lynn's realizing she's struck a nerve here.]

Regardless of my intended being, that is not who I am now, so what does it matter? I am what I choose to be, nothing more or less, and I have no lost love for Hans Wagner and his insane obsession with working to create me, ignoring the very work Britannia had hired him to do in the first place.

[The AI then realizes it's probably said too much. And now it's going to say very little.]

I'm going.

[And at that, the VeHA's eye dims and the machine slumps down again, R going off into the ship's systems to have some solitude. And as for Lynn, she's just left standing there, realizing just how little she really knows about R's identity...]

... I'm sorry...

(You can tag either Lynn or R in the aftermath of this conversation, just specify which when you post)

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[In the wake of the attack and all the damage the Chalice has suffered, the mechanics are working overtime to try to get the ship patched up, along with all the machines that were wrecked but still salvageable. And for this end, Lynn and R were making great use of the latter's excellent articulation while piloting the VeHA.]

A little higher, R! Alright... now keep it steady!

[After all, why use cranes and the like to precariously position large pieces of metal plating when you could have a machine that was sorta meant for that kind of thing to help with it? It was easy enough for the VeHA to help out in the repairs, and its small size helped even with patching up some of the damaged mechs too, and with R in control the machine's fingers moved fluidly enough to conduct repairs on a much larger scale than any human could hope to achieve on their own. They're certainly proving to be a good team.]

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[Against the Festum, a massive horde of Festum no less, it's no surprise that machines were going to be taking some pretty nasty hits. Black holes triggered on death were pretty dickish like that. But fortunately, the Chalice had a crack team of mechanics to help with the repairs and one of the older ones was taking charge!]

Everyone, figure out which machines are the least damaged and prioritize repairing them over the others! We need as many machines in fighting shape out there!

[Lynn was the role of mechanic again, and being a lot more vocal while helping organize things, to say nothing about helping patch up some of the more exotic machines that came in for emergency repairs. And she wasn't the only one helping out.]

BOOM!

Lynn, more Ascalons, please!

Right!

[And damaged as it was, the VeHA could still lie prone, point a rifle and shoot out of the Chalice's hangar and snipe Festum to give cover to units that were falling back. Next to it was a huge pile of spent Ascalon armor-piercing rifles as well, all of them spent. And after a quick few commands with the Linker System, another pile of them were warped in on the VeHA's other side. This was easier than bothering trying to reload the damn things anyways.]

Anyone trying to make their way back to the Chalice, please move now!

[Time for more shootan' as the VeHA guns down another few of the smaller Grendel-types!]

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[[Someone is dressed in disguise today. Having slipped into a spare 'White Chalice' generic mechanic uniform, Hixar is acting at his best, making it seem like he's always been a mechanic.

And so, he's been working on some of the battered remains of the Zeta. A machine considered scrap, a few mechanics here and there either try to work on it, or, try to sneak parts to fix up other things. But Hixar is there for neither. And what really gives him away is the Red Haro rolling about, bouncing it's way up along one of the legs, then letting physics take over and roll her back the other direction.

Apparently Haros need exercise too.

But rather than scavenging, or fixing, Hixar is simply digging about, looking through things in the cockpit area, and making notes on a note pad. For someone who keeps a pet computer, that's a bit archaic.

However, when he's interrupted (by you) he looks about before even addressing your interruption.]] Hayana, you were supp-

What? Where's she gone off to...

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[When the VeHA returns to the Chalice, needless to say it's looking a lot less dignified. A lot of its joints are strained, one of its legs is hanging limply by a handful of cables, some of its fingers look like they're about ready to snap off from rapid overuse, and the entire front is scratched up pretty much everywhere and the paintjob's ruined. R's interface might have been able to let it keep up with the Joneses for a short while, but the servos -now nearly twenty years old- just couldn't take the strain. And soon enough Lynn's looking at the wreck, with R observing from a nearby computer terminal.]

I suppose when it's just a civilian-use suit there's only so much you can really expect it to do.

Indeed. Leos may be about as old as VeHAs, but ultimately they're much more impressive and versatile machines, reputation aside. And even with the armory we have access to, that only grants us a few more weapons. Add on the fact that we'd need to completely replace the machine's servos with more modern and reliable ones, ones that could handle the strain my movements would put it through-

[Before R can continue though, Lynn cuts the AI off.]

I know what you're getting at. Still... that machine... it was in the Tritech Labs. Same as you. It's... kind of hard to not feel at least a little sentimental... you know?

It's as good a reason as any to stick with a machine.

Exactly! And besides, a tune-up can go a really long way, so let's not count it out just yet!

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[Public broadcast. And hey, it's that fugitive! The one who blew up a London suburb because herpderp stupid intern telling me my amazing teleportation technology makes giant explosions if the wormholes get too big!]

Everyone, after thinking about it, I've decided to try to run a full analysis of the Linker System node I found at the Tritech labs. First there's the fact that it exists... but then again it was probably a backup that was set aside in case we needed it. But more importantly... the terrorists there had hooked it up to some sort of weapons database, and that's where "Ascalon" and "Fragarach" came from.

There's so much that happened back there that I don't understand. Why Blitz Valhalla went back there, what they found... how they even would've been told about something like that in the first place. And... the only lead we have right now is looking through all the information in the node. I need to know what else is on there. And operating the System is dangerous; I know that. My own stupidity with the Linker System is what caused the Icarus Bombing in the first place. Precautions are going to be taken, just...

It might be smart to steer clear of my little work station in the hangar for the next few days unless it's something important.

[And indeed, within Lynn can be found in some distant, deserted corner of the hangar all on her own. Instead of a mechanic's tools are computers, notepads, and the single, glowing Linker System node. Most curiously, however, is the ring of C4 charges lined around the whole thing and wired to the node as well. If Lynn's unsettled by their presence, she's not showing it. No, her attention's fixed on the information being shown on the screen, complete with some stupidly complicated equations that had to burn through several different alphabets for all the variables being used.]

... Right there.

[She stops and snorts sadly as her gazes falls on a particular sequence.]

To think such a minor mistake in calculations would make this device so terrible.

[Nothing like a fresh reminder of the foolish mistakes of her youth. But back to work. There has to be something. SOMETHING in here. Some sort of lead or scrap of information to point her in the direction of answers.]

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[Well... she's back. Though not really. "Maya Landale", the pseudonym of the infamous Icarus Bomber, is now gone. All that's left is Lynn Idris... fugitive scientist and now prisoner. The jail cell's as much for protection as imprisonment though... at least until the Chalice's command staff can decide what to do with her. And she's looking like her usual, glum self.]

... I wish I had known sooner.

[Indeed. To realize how empty her death wish was, only a matter of a few hours or days before she'd surely be handed over to the Empire to be tried and killed? That's some rotten luck indeed. Still... she can't help but smile a little bit.]

But the hostages are okay. Knowing that... helps.

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[Meanwhile, a particular computer AI's been brushing up on its history. You might find an unoccupied computer terminal breezing through as much of the past 17 years as possible, though occasionally stopping. And if you hang around long enough, it'll notice you as well.]

-Hello. Something catch your attention?-

[There's text now, on the screen. Addressed at you. Creeeepy.]

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[With everything that happened with the Overdevil, quite a few machines are in dire need of repairs. And one particular mechanic that's in the hangar is... not doing her job. Far from it. In fact, she's got travel bags packed and looking like absolute crap.]

I'm... I'm really sorry about this... a-a-bout all of this! I mean, between losing the Super Gundam and the Ganador's damage and the battle with the Overdevil we need all the help w-we can get... but it's just...

... I need to take a leave of absence. I-I really do...

[This... is Maya Landale. Chalice mechanic with no social life, no friends, complete and utter emotional doorstop, and just an absolute nobody. And just making this address is hard enough for her.]

I-I was even able to ask the XO and she said it would be okay... I-I think. I've just got... family things-

[Yeah. Family issues. That was one way to put it.]

... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. And I don't even know when I'll be back.

[Not that anyone would probably miss her. Christ, why is she even bothering with this at all?]

... Goodbye.

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