Arknights story · Unrealized Realities
UR-7 Tarmac
Determined rebels Gordon and Sky break Nasti out, but Maylander agents are already on the move. Strangely, after the agents detonate the bombs, the pods do not fall, but are gripped firmly by Rhine Lab's 'tree'.
2 scenes, 361 lines
1. Before Operation
122 linesPlatform 3 secondary patrol complete. Target pod in position, no suspicious individuals detected.
There's no one else left on this little platform but us. What's the sitch on your end?
The four pods' engines have undergone breakpoint testing, and the park's about to enter the intercity net's range.
Remember the official line to the public: The gathering is only temporary, and they can all return to their respective exhibit areas once the broadcast's intro segment is done.
Understood.
You sure everyone's gone on your end? The Tin Man stressed we had to make sure all park personnel are safely evacuated before we send the operation signal.
The main road was sealed off an hour ago, the support platform's emergency jump pads are all shut, and the cable car routes were all diverted to only go in one direction last night, so no one's been able to get in.
Better play it safe...
Ropeway station needs backup. That Rhine research assistant is blocking the access hub with a group of testers, and it's hard to get around them...
Gah, go back them up. It's crucial we time this right, every preparatory step has to be complete before the broadcast begins.
What was that...?
Look, over here.
A soda bottle cap?
Probably rolled off the table from the floating pod shaking. It's probably nothing, let's go.
Phew... M-Mr. Aspen...
What on earth is your obsession with that balloon?! The couch is small enough without you hanging onto that, I almost got squished flat!
I'm sorry, Miss Barn... but I begged you to take me here just for this balloon...
You have no idea how much effort it took slipping right out from under their noses and then getting you here!
Really sorry about that... could you hand me the toolbox from the closet? The evacuation announcement came so suddenly, I didn't have the time to make sure the floating pods would be alright during the stream...
You want the Lucky Cystybeast on display at the expo that badly?
Ignoring a public hearing, signing a temp contract with a tour guide with multiple charges under her belt, and helping her escape park security just so you can have her bring you back to a sealed-off levitation layer...
You guys! All nuts for the sky!
I'm drowning in debt here. The only way to clear it is to have the Lucky Cystybeast at the show and draw in investors.
Yeah, yeah. 'The sky will answer every future seeker', and all that jazz. Propeller Paradise's slogan is plastered all over the place, trashcan lids in the slums included.
Even if it's blind faith, I'm not going to give up now after coming this far.
Phew... nothing wrong with the components. They'll last till the show ends. Let's go.
Why's the door locked?
Wait, did you hear that?
I did... don't tell me something's really up with my product?
No, I don't mean the exhibit. From—
Under our feet?
Grr, why isn't the line moving? Drag this out any longer and the broadcast is gonna start!
Calm down, Maylander guys are on their way to handle it... they've got someone surrounded. Seems like a Rhine Lab researcher, judging by the uniform?
Let me through! The tree's hard drive and motherboard haven't been removed yet—
Don't push your luck!
Allowing the Rhine tree at the expo has been our biggest concession to Rhine Lab, and we've even been so generous as to let you copy the data for future research. What more do you want?
I just need five minutes! I promise I won't pull any tricks either! Hasn't the ATAO's Science Consultant issued a report on the tree? It's completely harmless!
No. All levitation layer personnel are to return to the ground to ensure the exhibits are finalized, and only return after the opening speech.
Besides, the uplink cable cars aren't operating now, so there's no way you can reach the Rhine tree. It's at the highest point in the park.
......
I didn't realize how much effort Director Lunorey put into this experiment until I saw the core code, and now I remember, how she never abandoned her dreams for the sky...
Even if it only saves a little backtracking time later, I want to help her somehow... you have to let me through!
Mr. Jagger, one more move and we'll have to resort to more special methods.
Wait... the tree looks strange.
You used the same excuse ten minutes ago.
No, no! It really looks weird! Look for yourself!
The expo is about to open, with the Columbian sun shining brightly. The crowd follows Sky's finger, and spots a dazzling tree.
The branches wrapped in special material should have been completely still, like tiny insects trapped in resin. However, right here and now under the sunlight, the broken branches seem to glow... green.
Organic materials don't photosynthesize...
The park handbook states clearly it is common for exhibits to transform in high-altitude environments.
Rhine stuff doesn't do that.
And it doesn't give you an excuse to go back up there.
Going up there won't solve the problem, I have no idea what exactly's going on...
But I know who does.
Huh? He just left, that easily?
...Levitation layer, eleven main platforms, and twenty support platforms have been inspected...
...Jammers and backup detonators have been installed in nine smaller levitation pods, which will crash one-by-one when activated...
...Personnel evacuation is complete. Scouts have done multiple calculations of the fallout curve based on current wind direction and force, and have confirmed falling debris will not reach the square serving as the evacuation spot...
All areas progressing well. Gustave sends word from the Cloud restaurant's cockpit that Propeller Paradise will be within D.C. intercity net range in five minutes.
Your orders, sir?
Anyone seen those two newbies from Bravo?
The ones responsible for that Banshee? Positioning shows they're still on Platform 3. That's not in the plan's operation range. Should we send someone to check it out?
Seems like their mission's been 'taken over'.
Platform 3 is far from the detonation target, so don't worry about that. I'll handle it later.
All teams, sync chronos. Phase two begins now.
The jail cell window crops the sky into a tiny square.
The ordinary yet mysterious 'tree', centerpiece of Nasti's research, and Rhine Lab's core project, is now hidden from her view by strangely clothed figures and floating balloons.
In a few minutes, the expo broadcast will begin, without Nasti's involvement. Her bone pen and mechanical devices were seized earlier, so all she needs to do now is to play the role of a helpless sinner.
If Muelsyse were here, she'd probably summon eight water clones to scold her for being silly. But Nasti does not regret her decision, though there is one woman on her mind.
Væla leaving the Convallis had always left her uneasy. If the chance came...
Who's that?
Director Lunorey, you have to follow me to the tree platform!
You're supposed to be keeping the device data and core code safe. What are you doing here?
But the 'tree' is growing now!
...'Growing'? That's impossible.
So that's not supposed to happen... If it affects the levitation module, it'll definitely be dangerous to anyone on the ground.
The levitation module runs independently, with a backup power supply that can last for five days. But the abnormality you mentioned... the only way to find out why it's happening is to go inside the 'tree'.
Come with me, Director.
The security cams have been rigged with a delayed feed that should buy us at least twenty minutes, and I'm not sure why, but the cell's smart locks are unlocked, so now's—
That's because the chief executive of 'Propeller Paradise' opened them for you.
Gordon?
What's... all that on you? A DIY high-altitude face shield, modified propellers, and a second-hand insulated spacesuit?
Did you loot them from the park's scrap and recycle plant?
......
Your distorted testimony at the hearing is still up on the park's bulletin board, but now you're helping us escape...? Don't tell me you've had a sudden attack of conscience?
Nasti, I got your bone pen and devices here. Sorry about the hearing.
I'd rather stand in the defendant's dock with you than recite that prepared speech—after all, the confiscated devices were my goods anyways, so I'll take the blame for that.
...Who are you and what have you done with Gordon Tannen?
What happened?
My dear citizens of D.C., and those watching this live broadcast, it is my honor to introduce Propeller Paradise, an experimental park that is sure to leave its mark on Columbian history!
We don't have much time.
Nasti, you've done deals with Gustave. I'm sure you won't doubt the intel I'm about to hand over.
Your old boss is planning something with Maylander, correct?
You're even sharper than I thought.
Seeing the park's chief executive here when he's supposed to be making a speech in half an hour is proof enough.
Friends, look out your windows, up at the sky. No amount of marketing bluster can compare to what you'll see with your own eyes, where the future among the clouds is waiting for you!
They want to can the expo with an accident that'll kill the future of Propeller Paradise, though I've no idea exactly what their plan is.
If Maylander's involved, they'll move fast.
What was that?
God, am I seeing things? Something's falling from the levitation layer—Is that the Lucky Cystybeast's floating pod?!
No, there's more! Three... four... Is this part of the opening ceremony? They didn't mention this in the script! If they really come crashing down—
Wait! The pods stopped falling? As if something's gripping them firmly...
Huh? What was that? Oh, oh! It seems the tech companies have prepared a surprise that even got me!
We have just witnessed Propeller Paradise's breakthrough in the field of levitation, with no need for papers or data, and this is only just the beginning!
No way, there's no emergency stop module—even in ongoing projects—that could've done that...
Sky, your field measurements are more precise. Where were the falling pods supposed to land?
From visual estimates, they would have probably crashed into Platform 2, blocking the connecting lower layer tunnel—
That's the only path we can take to the tree.
That miracle was no stroke of luck. Might have something to do with you and your invention?
Is that a threat?
Just my intuitive judgment on all rule-breaking.
I don't need your help with Gustave, but I do need a bargaining chip to make sure Propeller Paradise stays afloat when everything's done and dusted.
So my tree...
Letting you handle something only you know how to handle is part of my plan.
Got it. Rhine Lab staff will cooperate with you.
However. Whatever it is you're planning to do, go to the tree at the first sign of danger and I'll come get you.
......
Everything ready, Five-Four?
Preparations complete.
Let's go. I have an opening speech to make.
2. After Operation
239 linesWhat's going on? The jammer and our backup detonators aren't working?
The transmitted signals show the devices are all activated, but the nine target pods' core engines have stopped.
Somehow, the received signals are all messed up. Even pods without transmitters attached are sending signals...
Get a team to investigate this. Have them remove all traces of our work from earlier, and retrieve the transmitters.
Captain... that's equivalent to calling the operation a failure.
You forget how we do things at Maylander? If reality happens to significantly deviate from our plan, cease all action immediately. We're not some Wrankwood espionage flick heroes trying to be tough.
Seems like someone is biased against blockbuster hits.
We don't get reshoots.
It's not as if we have no other choice.
Don't send anyone to the pods. It's probably the Banshee's incantation that's keeping those 'toys' from falling straight down.
But Nasti should be in jail right now, right?
She's not the Banshee I'm referring to.
The incantation has fundamentally changed how the levitation layer facilities are connected. The malfunctioning receivers prove this.
...You're telling me the Banshee's incantation is able to connect to the levitation layer's power supply structure, send signals and synchronize commands? That's the craziest thing I've ever heard!
Nasti designed the entire park's conduits and systems herself, after all. She didn't become one of the Rhine Lab Ten solely on her engineering talent.
Though, if we utilize the upper level's power grid, and detonate just one engine, that will cause the entire layer to fall.
Th-The entire layer...?
So you mean...?
The park will connect with D.C. in twenty-five minutes. We'll have to present a reverse firework display to Propeller Paradise.
Change of plans. Those on the upper layer, mobilize personnel and connect the support platforms surrounding the levitation layer to the common power grid; those on the lower layer, calculate the crash zone and prepare for evacuation measures at any moment.
I'll let Gustave know of this, and have the admin staff coordinate with us to delay the opening speech.
Also, send a group to the jail to confirm Nasti's position, and deploy at least three elite squads to the elevator square and any ascendable routes—it's only a matter of time before she returns to the levitation layer.
Are you not going to join?
Oh, I have to go supervise an agent of mine. Maylander has quite the troublesome evaluation systems after all. I'll join the rest of you once I'm done.
Alright teams, move out.
......
A giant broadcast screen hangs in the Cloud restaurant, incessantly switching between gaudy company logos and the newest levitation devices, while Oakley's agitated voice booms from the speakers.
The lower left of the screen is a real-time feed from the control room. A small red dot representing Propeller Paradise flashes, heading for Max, D.C.
Two cameras stand on a cloud-like carpet, pointing at a lone chair—like a defendant's dock awaiting Gordon Tannen's attendance.
You're late.
Why did you come dressed like that? There's no time to prepare a new outfit. We only have twenty minutes until your speech.
The tie on my ATAO uniform was too tight.
Heh. I remember six years back when you just got that set of clothes after your promotion to a full-time role. I personally adjusted it for you. So giddy from joy, you were.
You told me I had a lot to learn to be worthy of that uniform. And then I stayed in the same entry-level role for the next six years.
No newbie's first skill is writing self-reflection letters. It's not that I've never regretted helping you into that uniform.
And what about now?
This outfit, the blame for causing the accident—who put them on me?
Oh, so you've figured it out?
You seized two crates of my goods the night I was exposed. I thought you were helping me dispose of them, but I found out they ended up in the hands of you and Maylander.
I bet this apology speech wasn't written that night either, was it, sir?
Go on.
Importing Originium devices into Columbia clearly violates ATAO regulations, and if security is compromised, I'll be the sin eater for the whole park.
So you still think this is a personal grudge?
Am I wrong? I've always been a slum boy to you, a bad little rule-breaker. As I climbed through the ranks on my own effort, you only came to hate me more...
Your own effort? Do you honestly think a useless bum with disciplinary records and hundreds of self-reflection letters on file could manage a transfer to the highly coveted levitating experimental park on his own?
What...?
You disappoint me, honestly. Even now you still have only a superficial understanding of our current situation.
Your title, investments, achievements, and results from the very moment you stepped onto Propeller Paradise were all 'gifts' from me to you.
Gordon Tannen, have you ever wondered how you manage to procure foreign Originium products so easily?
You knew about my dealings from the start...
Even your stock lists were meticulously picked by my hand.
The trident Arts units from Leithanien are secret equipment used by the Gesatzswächter for military training.
The power shields used by Kazimierzian campaign knights were disassembled into three parts, and you put them into the exhibits of three different companies.
And the Originium engines and Arts cores sourced from foreign military equipment? If the park blows up because of them...
You aren't the brightest bulb on the chandelier, but you have a good eye. Propeller Paradise is indeed a giant testing ground, but it's not testing those toys in the sky.
Give it about ten more minutes, and the 'sky fever' you helped ignite will burn into Columbian flames of fury for 'foreign spies'.
The countless exhibits in the sky with their core technologies inside them? They are all military reserves for countering our foreign foes. Naturally, Propeller Paradise will become a base for arms testing.
Military...? I thought you would've considered ATAO's interests, at least.
'We'll always be of one mind when we stand for Columbia.'—What matters is our country, man.
So, this apology speech is your stepping stone to a new role. I might even be able to pull some strings and get you a new role at the Department of Defense.
Why all the honesty? Not worried I'll sabotage the speech?
The fact that you've shown up here with the speech in hand means you've already made the wise choice.
To be honest, I wasn't sure you would make a qualified piece on the board. But now? That little monster beside you has answered that question for me.
Same as the rich love their cigars and watches. Simply enjoying the sense of superiority with their little hobbies.
...Five-Four isn't a toy made to cater to sky fever.
Sure, but you're no longer the reckless young man only concerned with invention and modification.
ATAO sanded down your edges, educated you in the ways of the land, made you think to operate within the 'rules' you set yourself—it made you like me.
......
Go, get your little monster ready too. Let's have it join your public apology.
It's a fitting symbol of what Propeller Paradise represents—gimmicky, kitschy, useless. An absolute waste.
......
Altitude readings are stable, and the pods show no sign of falling any further, while the engines aren't making any strange sounds... We should be safe now, right?
Fifty meters... Lucky Cystybeast's pod fell fifty meters...
What's that, Aspen?
Six months ago, I was at the crowded registration center going through the paperwork. I was first in line, and chose the most conspicuous levitation pod for my Lucky Cystybeast.
The closer you are to the Starpod, the more luck you get. That's what everyone in the park thinks, even if your pod is only a few inches higher than your neighbor's.
I lined up overnight just to get a spot closer to the sky, I hired over a hundred testers to secure an exhibit spot, and got smuggled contraband just to keep my Lucky Cystybeast running...
......
Miss Barn, I can tell you're no fan of the competition, but this is the basic law of Propeller Paradise. I'm sure you've seen it yourself on your tours.
I get a list of companies and corporate data updated daily, and there are people who just complain about their terrible lives only to head right back to their misery.
You only got here a month ago. To you, this is a place you just happened to visit. To us, it's our only path to a future, and only a few will survive.
Maybe you think I'm just a desperate, sick man talking out of his ass.
But when the levitation platforms rise alongside the thousands of pods, we just feel the excitement coursing through our veins for no reason, don't we?
I poured everything I had into the Lucky Cystybeast, and that's why I have to win this gamble.
I knew it. Even though the incantation can link multiple platforms and pods through the power lines, its range is still limited when calculated outward from the tree.
Barian, send a signal to Sky's team. Tell them we've found the pattern of the power connections.
Barian—
Ugh...
The scientific mind truly is brilliant, don't you agree? Thanks for helping us locate our mission objective.
Inform our engineering experts to stop their research. Centering on the platform beneath my feet, have the personnel stationed at the perimeter immediately cut all backup power and attempt to connect the supply lines through alternative methods.
Also, it is highly probable the Rhine Labbers have discovered our plan. Two researchers were found on Platform 4, but have been dealt with.
All patrols, speed up. Report anyone you see ASAP. Your colleagues in the broadcasting studio will buy us time by switching the camera feeds.
Act fast.
*huff*... *gasp*...
Those agents are effing persistent... Can those Maylander guys fly or something? How are they everywhere?
Good thing we lured them away, and there's no one here...
No!
Five testers and two Rhine Labbers found on support Platform 17. They have all been dealt with, and will be sent to detention on the lower level five minutes from now.
The operation is going smoothly. They lack the numbers, and are scattered like headless houseflies.
Well, everyone excels in their own fields, and they lack communication equipment or anyone to direct them.
What about Nasti?
She escaped from the lower-level cells ten minutes ago, but no contact has been noted between her and any of her staff.
She knows the park structure. We're at a disadvantage with such a tight time window.
But hide and seek is not a single-player game.
We'll continue our patrols. A smattering of testers and researchers will not significantly affect our operation.
Stay wary, and report back promptly.
Wasn't there one more person here just now?
Phew, he didn't notice me... Thanks for pulling me back, Mr. Jagger.
You're welcome. You good?
Truth be told, seeing the others knocked down so easily still has my knees feeling like spaghetti.
Can you run?
I can.
Let's split up here then. No time to slow down.
I'm here, sir.
Mercia fixes her gaze at the dozen or so monitors on the wall, and sees the high-altitude elevator, the floating platforms, the ropeway station—almost every inch of Propeller Paradise is displayed on the screens.
The bright and bizarre structures in the sky seem to pop out from the screens, a strange sight in the dark room. As if Mercia was attending a post-modern art exhibition instead.
This place...
What of it?
...Nothing. I just didn't think Propeller Paradise would have such a... sealed off space.
Hmm? Reminds you of our interrogation room?
So, may I know why you were looking for me?
Look at the upper right monitor. You heard the explosion earlier, didn't you? The nearly ten floating pods connected to that Rhine Lab 'tree' should have been smoking heaps of scrap metal in the wastes by now.
Merry, I'm sure you know... what sort of force keeps them in the air still.
An incantation. I kept this secret from you, sir.
*sigh* Our colleagues at the Emergency Management Council have only just captured the dangerous criminals responsible for the explosion, and now they have to clean up the mess caused by their own people's negligence.
You've seen it. The Banshee's incantation has changed the way the levitation layer connects to the other platforms and pods. Any other incident happens, and it'll affect more than just nine pods.
The situation is dire.
Sir...
I shouldn't be speaking to you like this as a secretary, or a Maylander agent. But I understand my colleagues, and I know how the Council works.
Just now, I was looking at the surveillance footage, and they were busy munching on cotton candy. Inefficient methods of deception like that should be forbidden on such serious occasions.
I've completed my mission on Propeller Paradise, both monitoring Mr. Tannen and the many tech companies, and exposing their secrets. But now I see...
These missions were never to ensure the expo ran smoothly.
Be it the secret from the start, the explosion just now, or the so-called 'other incident' you mentioned... they've all been part of your plan, yes?
Haha. You're keen. You pass.
......
So what exactly...
Let's sit down before we continue.
Sit down sit down.
Come on, you three. Some manners would be good.
Is this a Maylander trial for a traitor, or...?
Or have I finally found time to handle a junior's troublesome evaluation process?
Don't worry. I'm just an old fart who wishes to impart some wisdom to the younger generation.
I'm curious what that wisdom is.
Oh, Merry. I'm sure you'll hate this rotten nonsense.
One year ago, Rhine Lab submitted a proposal to D.C., a project developing tech from Galleria Stellaria, and Congressman Street was inspired to expand the project for the whole country.
His secretary burned the midnight oil to prepare a slide show, showcasing what the congressman saw in his dreams after having seen the sky over Trimounts being torn apart...
(Holding and biting on Mercia's hat) Foundation stones built on the clouds!
(Walking while twirling Mercia's bow) Rain or shine, it'll all be under our feet!
(Swinging mid-air while holding onto Mercia's hair) Tour groups leaving the Starpod, one-by-one, as the twin moons are covered with Columbian flags!
And so on and so on. Congress voted. How did that turn out?
Two hundred and seventy-three to sixty-five. More than eighty percent voted yea. Hah.
And the government is eager to water and fertilize these fantasies.
I'm sure you know better than I do just how many companies and testers were scrambling to get into Propeller Paradise at any cost after that, Merry.
Too many to count.
Nearly half the companies in Columbia have added a sky-related department, and even air fryer manufacturers have been trying to add 'clouds' to applicable product lines.
Tin Man, don't forget about the stocks!
There are over two hundred sub-categories of sky-related concept stocks, with the longest registered validity period extending three hundred years into the future, hahaha~!
Companies willingly apply for loans with interest rates several times higher than the prevailing market rate just to secure a spot on Propeller Paradise...
I remember looking through Gordon's case files, and coming across a certain Aspen who bought contraband goods from him, just to clear inspections.
Now, it wasn't because he didn't know the law. It was because he was divorced, had sold his family assets, and was burdened with a hopeless mountain of debt. The so-called Lucky Cystybeast is a high-stakes gamble that will decide the rest of his life.
What a shame.
...A shame?
He used to run a grocery store in a town by the shipping routes near D.C., and even now there might be some pioneers out there still using the tools he peddled.
But here he is with this invention, that floating revolving bar where 'the people turn, but not the beer'... What else can you even do with that? Other than invite your foes for a drink?
Simply put, what he's done is akin to a student frantically writing compliments in the margins, hoping the teacher will give him a perfect score.
Take the future as a real test. Who's going to be the examiner? You? Me? The generals at the DOD? Or maybe Congress?
Maybe it'll be Kazimierz, who just equipped all their campaign knights with power armor? Or Leithanien, with their recent addition of a 'Basic Arts Tactics' course to all school curricula?
Or perhaps Ursus, with its growing army, their mighty force that's left their mines empty? Could it be Ægir, currently shelling the Iberian coast with artillery along with the Sea Monsters?
Among these parties, I fear it is the Sea Monsters who are the most likely to visit a floating revolving bar.
Sir, you mean to say that the Columbians' fanaticism for the sky...
Is completely meaningless?
Compared to what's happening everywhere else right now, I'm afraid so.
Columbia has always been driven by fanaticism. I'm sure you're crystal clear on this, given your background, Mercia.
Without a fanatical drive for freedom, we wouldn't have had our frontier rebels eighty-plus years ago, and we Columbians would still be living under the Victorians' heel.
Without a lust for wealth, our mass pioneer movement would not have happened, and nearly half of Columbian land today would remain an untraversable wilderness even for the strongest burdenbeasts.
But this time... it's just a waste.
So you think Propeller Paradise should take the blame?
Why would I? It has already accomplished its mission perfectly... well, it's one step away.
It's stirred up the Columbians' zeal more effectively than I could've ever hoped to. Now, it just needs to 'redirect' it.
Through its ruin?
Through it 'being destroyed'.
By who? Who else in this park could...?
Wait. Mr. Tannen's goods, smuggled from all across Terra... Kazimierz, Leithanien, Sargon, and even Kazdel...
They'll become weapons planted by foreign spies, deliberately intended to ruin Columbia's display of achievements and destroy our people's fantasies of taking to the skies.
Eighty-plus years later, the Columbians' rage will be reignited once more.
Kazimierzians might not want to see their tax money turn into knight armor, while Leithanian children might just run away from boring 'Basic Arts Tactics' classes.
But Columbians, we have our fervor. As we move to the future, we move forward together, tens of millions strong.
As long as we can direct this zeal onto a proper path.
'Collate our wills, and seize the truth of everything'...
Sir, I remember you telling me your story... I thought you always hated war.
It's been tens of thousands of years. The number of lost souls in my hand is no less than the casualties of a military campaign.
The reason I didn't burn in Kazdel's furnace then is that I hate meaningless sacrifices.
But this time... an arms race might just be the beginning. You and I know it won't end there, just like how the Great Expansion didn't end with the discovery of some ore.
So, the sacrifices Columbia needs for this competition won't be enough with just this park... correct?
I told you before, right? This is a whole bunch of rotten nonsense.
The Maylander Foundation didn't have to explain all of this to you, my dear agent. But the day will come when you'll have to accept the truth, even if you don't agree with it.
......
Don't forget your family name, Mercia... You're a Selene.
This is...
The elevators connecting the park's upper and lower levels have been sealed off, and the only ropeway station leading to the 'tree' is also out of service. Nasti has exhausted herself just by getting here.
Floating pods by her side are riddled with cracks, black smoke billowing from within. A sign their core energy modules have been destroyed, and they should have all crashed to the ground.
But the pods stubbornly remain amongst the clouds, piecing together a precarious path, as if an invisible pair of hands are holding them up.
Nasti?
Update the others. I'll go get her.
The agent rushes towards her, but just as he takes a step forward, the bricks under his feet shift.
Ah—
Target sighted. Location: Flying Donut station. Requesting backup.
We tried to intercept her, but something's up here. We—AH—!
...(Speaks in Sarkaz) Disorder?
Nasti recalls the river at the mouth of the Convallis of the Banshees. Still and calm, where even a child could safely row a boat on their own.
However, unassisted intruders find the dense forests on both sides constantly shifting positions, like a mobile labyrinth, with the distant riverbank always hidden beyond the thick mist.
After a momentary silence, Nasti steps out of the pod and into the empty sky. Brick and stone immediately form a floor beneath her.
Convallis Banshees often isolate themselves from outsiders, or decorate their own courtyards with this method.
She also used the same tactic to momentarily stall Saria back in the Ring Lab.
...This is a path specially paved, just for her.
......
To her surprise, the whole area centered on the 'tree' has been reconstructed by the incantation, but she fails to find the caster within the tree's core, among its roots.
Only the roots of the 'tree' are breathing, just as always.
Please verify your credentials.
Nasti Lunorey. Director of Engineering, Rhine Lab.
Nasti dashes towards the roots. She must confirm if any abnormal changes have happened while she was away.
This is what is left of the Vivarium, and the secret Rhine Lab has been protecting at all costs. No matter how the unrest in the park ends, it is the only bargaining chip in Nasti's hand.
She touches the roots, allowing data to flow into her fingertips and gather in the 'branches' around her waist.
Muelsyse always teased Nasti about being a human computer, and she always took it as praise.
In the current situation where biotechnology has fused with Banshee witchcraft, her body is perhaps the best data cable to use.
The 'branches' begin to vibrate quickly, a sign of the device overclocking. Almost simultaneously, Nasti feels some sort of temperature shift—not the chill of condensation, not the heat of electricity, but...
Body heat?
She experiences a strange feeling out of nowhere. Here and now, she is no longer Director of Rhine Lab's Engineering Section checking if a device is still operating normally, but a Banshee touching another of her kind...
Just like so many years ago, when that woman held her own hand and taught her how to blow a leaf whistle.
Nasti abruptly looks up—
......
(Pained murmurs)
(Elated murmurs)
Nasti, my child...
You're back.