Dialogue/Wolf's Fang of Fury 1-3

Translated by Khosen

Ev1-3 - A Soldier's Prayer

Before the battle ~Flashback of the past~

Brownie:

Ma'am~ what happened to the rifle I requested?

Kheshig:

Here, I replaced the bolt.

Jeez, number 147, you're too rough with the trigger. I advised you to treat it with care.

Brownie:

H~mm, but this gun was initially designed for humans to use, so it's easily damaged.

Are there any suitable guns that withstand our strength? I won't mind if it's heavier.

Kheshig:

I heard the lab recently finished their final tests on a new rifle designed for bioroids, and we should be getting them sooner or later. But that rifle's all you have in the meantime, so be careful with it, okay?

Unnamed Human Superior:

Oi, Kheshig, did you fix Brownie 147's rifle again? The reason why she's not able to fix her bad habit is because you fix it every time for her.

Hey, number 147, next time you come back with a broken rifle, you'll be sent out to the battlefield with nothing but a bayonet, clear?

Brownie:

*Gulp,* Yes, ma'am...loud and clear!

Unnamed Human Superior:

And Kheshig, judging from how you have time to chitchat with this idiot, I'm sure you've checked the supplies list? I heard how some supplies were wrongly delivered.

Kheshig:

Y, yes, ma'am!

I'll double-check immediately!

~Kheshig's inner thoughts~

I've been working by the clock day and night...but knowing how brave and trustworthy colleagues place their trust and faith makes me very proud of what I do.

I'm a bioroid, and I was created artificially. Some look down upon me because I'm a creation, while others pity me.

But I'm still happy.

That's right. I have nothing but thanks towards the humans. They tasked me on this great mission alongside fabulous colleagues around me. I won't complain about how I'm ordered to fight their war for them.

So dear God, please, I beg you.

May my colleagues return safely today too...

~Back to the present day~

Commander:

We've arrived at a new landing point after chasing the whereabouts of the Iron Prince.

We're first going to secure the bridgehead and then travel towards the target location by foot.

We've escaped the tundras, but that fact shouldn't let us let our guard. We do not know what lies ahead of us...

After the battle

Marie:

Alright, we secured the area. It's time to set up a base camp here.

Khan:

Our turn at last. Where's the target location?

Marie:

A basin 22km south from here. However, there is no suitable terrain for us to take cover on our way down. Should we head down there, we shouldn't rest and spearhead our way through.

Khan:

Understood. We'll make sure the route's clear as we head down and scout the area.

Marie:

Silky and other soldiers are all transporting the necessary supplies. Your gears will be ready for you very soon.

Khan:

We'll leave at dusk then. The night's shadow is our best ally.

Quick Camel:

Alright~ first mission at last! Did you get some sleep last night, Khehsig?

Kheshig:

Ah, uhm, yes! I am more than ready...*yawn...*

Talon Feather:

I see her silhouette behind your face, and then you catch me off guard with that pure&klutz behaviour...I was not prepared for this...this is too dangerous...

Hey, just to be clear, you do exist, right? Like, this isn't just my imagination, no!?

Kheshig:

Yes? Uhm, I'm having a hard time following...

War Wolf:

Ah~ See, she always talks about the truth behind our universe, being philosophical and such. You don't have to respond to every word she says.

Kheshig:

I, I see...

...Uhm, you know what, I think Miss Silky over there needs my help!

Quick Camel:

Hmm, I guess she's still struggling to fit into the squad?

War Wolf:

Time will fix it, no? Back in the simulator, she made the right moves when she was calm.

Quick Camel:

But then why did we get such a battle log in the end...

War Wolf:

I thought about it, and there's a pattern whenever Kheshig makes a mistake; when you get hit.

Quick Camel:

Ah~ right.

War Wolf:

Her Achilles' heal is her fear of her colleagues getting shot. She gets overly stressed over that.

Well, I guess it wouldn't matter in a real scenario. It's not who you'll be leading; it would be our General. She'll soon learn there's no way a bullet will touch her body.

Quick Camel:

Yeah, but if you think about it - isn't it a little weird how she's 'programmed' in such a way? Like, she's a medic for a start, someone who has to face other soldiers from getting wounded.

War Wolf:

...Well, I am thankful for how we were 'programmed' to act in a certain way to some degree.

In short, such programming is why I was able to pull through during these chaotic times and see the light of another day.

But thanks to the 'great humans' who designed Kheshig, I'm pissed for the first time in a while. Just look at her 'default personality,' she's designed to be pushed to her limits all the time.

Quick Camel:

Well, I don't know how rough the Allied War period had been...and hey, Feather, where are you headed?

Talon Feather:

Eh? Do you want me to do it here? In front of everybody?

War Wolf:

Urgh~ are you serious~? Just go find a shade over there by the tree and get done with it! We can't cover for you if you drag your business too long, okay?

Talon Feather:

Yeah~ yeah~

Quick Camel:

Can Kheshig really fit into this squad...?