Wolf's Requiem

Captain, just in time.

We've just received an unexpected transmission.

The signal indicates it's the Holy Crusaders.

Do you remember them? They are a religious order that venerates Diallos as their patron god.

Hearing Renoa's short explanation, memories begin to click into place.

The Holy Crusaders... A group that holds influence within the Empire... No, likely even within the farther regions of space.

The largest religious organization of humanity, one whose autonomy is guaranteed even by the Empire.

I'm asking the same thing.

...Though it certainly doesn't look like a friendly visit. They're heavily armed.

Captain, we've received a request for communication.

The sender identifies themself as Crux Cardinalis Judas of the Holy Crusaders!

A Crux Cardinalis...?.

Your memory still hasn't returned, has it, Captain?

The Crux Cardinalis are the highest of their ranks, second only to the Holy Monarch.

Of them, Crux Cardinalis Judas is the 'Iron Fist' of the Holy Crusaders, the one who embodies might.

In other words, he likely didn't come all the way out here just for some tea.

This won't be just a simple meet-and-greet. Just what does he want...

That's something we won't know until we actually talk with him.

Affirmative.

Within moments, the image of the Crux Cardinalis came into view.

Captain of the SS Nightmare. You are speaking with Crux Cardinalis Judas of the Holy Crusaders.

Given the situation of the matter...

Allow me to get straight to the point.

We've received a report alleging the Captain of 'heretical conduct.' I advise that you cooperate.

...Heretical conduct?!

Are you accusing our Captain of having colluded with the likes of the Chaos Ord—

Vice Captain Renoa.

Though polite, his cold and imposing voice cut off Renoa's outburst.

I am speaking with your Captain. You would do well to remember your position.

...Kgh...

As long as the Captain is innocent, it will only be a short investigation before you may continue on your way.

Do not resist. Resistance will be regarded as heresy, and we will proceed to engage.

Following my response, Sir Judas simply gave a quiet nod.

...I see.

Captain, am I to understand that you refuse to cooperate?

Our conversation came to a halt. A heavy silence fell over the bridge.

My eyes meet Sir Judas's across the screen. His gaze shows no hesitation.

C-Captain...?! Are you really...

I knew my sudden orders roused panic... but I was certain.

Those are the eyes of someone who is intending to fight.

On the other side of the screen, Judas flashed a satisfactory grin.

I'm impressed with your perceptiveness, Captain.

And with those words, communications were cut.

Captain! The Holy Crusaders' battleship is preparing for combat!

As the alarm blared overhead, the personnel in the command center sprang into action.

Seal off the residential sector. Deploy shields. Then withdraw.

The sequence of what had to be done was being drawn in my head.

Understood!

Checking the list of available warp stance wormholes.

...There's an available warp route to the Trion Ark!

We have a shot if it's the Trion.

Even if they're Holy Crusaders, they wouldn't chase us down on imperial territory.

Preparing warp stance!

Captain, there you are.

I brought the additional financial documents from engineering.

Here.

Don't joke like that.

*sighs*... It can't be helped. Neither of us has had a moment to breathe, let alone do paperwork.

I'll help out a little, so...

Captain...!

A girl burst into the office with an energetic voice.

It's been a while, Nono.

Right? It feels like forever since Nono last saw you!

What brings you to the captain's office?

Chuuu!

?!

N-N-Nono told you she'd visit you in your office...

Did you forget all about Nono after leaving to look after Ark City?!

I'm hurt...

Nono looked as if she were about to burst into tears.

What?! A-Are you okay?!

Ah...

The captain's memories are gone, so let me introduce you instead.

This is Nono. While you were away, she's been assisting the AI to manage the administration of Ark City.

Nono's been guarding Ark City so hard ever since you two left!

But with the ship being attacked head-on and all, the citizens have become a little more anxious...

It's only natural for them to feel uneasy.

Not everyone aboard the SS Nightmare is a battle-hardened agent.

Nono wants to ease their worries, even if just a little...

For the agents going on missions into the Chaos, their families, and the crew caring for the SS Nightmare...everyone!

They're all precious citizens of the SS Nightmare!

Chuuu!

Family-unit relocations onto ships are more common than you might think.

It helps stabilize the agents psychologically, so we try to make the boarding process onto the SS Nightmare as smooth as possible for their families.

Yeah, Renoa's right!

Even if they're not on infiltration missions into Chaos, every citizen aboard the SS Nightmare is working together to eliminate Chaos!

Nono wants the people to live comfortably and happily!

So! About the instructions you gave me last time!

You probably don't remember, but in order for you to manage Ark City more easily...

We had decided to upgrade the existing Ark City management system!

Elaine has just finished the development this time!

It's already done?

She was like, "I've got to do something that'll blow the captain's mind!" and got right to work!

Hehe, Elaine is seriously so amazing!

Nono already studied the system. So now she can explain it to you too, Captain!

Come to Ark City with Nono!

Let's go!

Chuuu!

So, what do you think? A safer Ark City, brought to you by Nono and Elaine!

No more unexpected dangers like last time. Our citizens won't have to live in fear anymore, right?

Hehe...

Please keep taking good care of the Ark City and the SS Nightmare, Captain!

Nono will work hard too! I'm behind you all the way!

So, what do you think? A safer Ark City, brought to you by Nono and Elaine!

No more unexpected dangers like last time. Our citizens won't have to live in fear anymore, right?

Hehe...

Please keep taking good care of the Ark City and the SS Nightmare, Captain!

Nono will work hard too! I'm behind you all the way!

Hull integrity check complete. We've sustained some damage from enemy aircraft, but it's within self-repair limits.

Ark City confirmed. Fully secured within shield parameters.

However, our emergency maneuvers caused minor damage to Shelter 34B.

Fortunately, that sector is currently unoccupied, so there are no casualties.

No casualties... That's a relief.

But attacking an Imperial vessel without concrete proof? What on earth was Judas thinking?

I recall the final moments I had with Sir Judas.

It may not have been as simple as he himself claimed.

Captain, what's our next move?

Since we're here, I think it's best we visit the Trion.

Do you remember anything about the Trion and Director Parthena?

Following Renoa's cautious query, I dig through what remains of my memory for anything related to the Trion.

An ark-class warship housing the institutions that oversee the three branches of power governing humanity under the Empire.

The Protos Operations Division of Central Command, Arkhianon, is also under this jurisdiction.

And the director of that division, in other words, my superior...

Captain? You don't look so good. Did you recall a bad memory?

We've connected with the Operations office.

Captain!!! You dropped by without even a call! What's the occasion?

That's why we're calling you now, Miss Rosie.

Boo, Renoa's there next to you? Hmpf... This reunion could've gone better.

It's remarkable how consistently rude you are, even to someone right in front of you.

Well, that's because you're alllllways getting in the way of me and the Captain!

And that's because you launch yourself at the Captain whenever you get the chance.

Anyhow, we have a report for the office.

Oh! Would it be related to a certain hard-headed Crux Cardinalis?

So, you've already heard...

Captaaaiiin! You're not even going to say 'hi' to me? I'm hurt!

It's okay, just hearing your voice is enough. Oh, a little spoiler for you... The Director's not in her best mood right now.

Communications have ended.

They're really on top of things here.

The Holy Crusaders just attacked an imperial vessel. Higher command is likely in an emergency state by now.

...Probably.

Acknowledged.

Though the woman said as much, her voice told me they were but empty words.

This woman wearing a displeased expression was none other than Parthena, director of the Protos Operations Division.

I'm disappointed, really.

Was that truly the best you could do?

We should have taken more precaution to protect the Nightmare—

You should have at least rammed a missile into that smug mug of his.

...Ah, so that's what you meant.

That much responsibility, I can bear.

No matter how much their autonomy is guaranteed, this is a blatant diplomatic affront!

And of all things, to have the gall to attack the SS Nightmare?! One of the Empire's most valuable assets!

Just who do they think they're picking a fight with?! What! Is this an open invitation for a shot-for-shot?!

The more she spoke, the angrier she got, which was evidently portrayed through the veins on her temple becoming progressively pronounced.

Oho, I guess they've hallelujahed to some new teaching that says you'll get to heaven faster if you're martyred? All right then, why don't we...!

Director...! Please calm down!

I silently watched on as Renoa desperately clung onto the director, trying to calm down the rampaging woman.

Moments later, having just managed to calm down, the Director was massaging her temple while donning a most annoyed expression.

Phew...

So, any idea why those fanatic bastards came at you with a stick shoved 6-feet deep up their a—

Director, your language, please...

...Any idea why the Holy Crusaders lashed out at you like that.

They claim that you committed heresy, but that's a ridiculous excuse.

Is it not, Captain?

Though I had my own suspicions, I deemed it best not to mention it.

Tch, regardless, we're not just going to let them off the hook for this.

The Central Command's reputation is at stake. Given how the opposing party came at us like that, we're not just going to sit back.

While Sir Judas's actions may constitute a diplomatic violation, open conflict between the two most dominant factions tasked with eradicating Chaos would be the worst possible outcome.

Another option that we should look into instead...

Captain...? What are you talking about?

We just escaped them, and now you want to go back? To their domain, no less?

The situation will be different.

We were caught off guard before, but if we can 'prepare' before our next confrontation...

Didn't you just say we should avoid a full-scale engagement?

If a state-of-the-art Imperial aircraft came knocking on your front door while armed to the teeth, even a faction as established as the Holy Crusaders wouldn't be able to help but be anxious.

When the opponent pulls the trigger, the natural reaction would be to try and avoid it.

...But you seem ready to get right in their face, Captain.

You know what, I like it. I'll have a formal letter of protest prepared.

And as if getting to the real point, the Director flashed a fierce smile as she interacted with her device.

And approval for additional armaments.

Go knock 'em down a few pegs.

Though it won't be a declaration of war... be sure to give those zealots something to be afraid of.

A cheerful chime sounded, signaling approval.

...

Renoa was wearing a sulky expression.

I'm not.

Captain! Captaincaptain!!

I heard you got complimented by the director!

I can't believe you scored points with such a scary person! Way to go, Captain!

Rei. No running in the hallways.

And speak to the Captain with proper etiquette when in the Command Center.

...Ma'am.

Renoa's strict tone immediately made Rei shrivel up.

...I said what I said out of concern. Rei is an official agent, too.

And, I'm not angry.

It's pretty evident you're angry.

I said, I'm not.

Rather, I just can't understand why you always choose to jump straight into the line of fire.

What are you going to do if you get hurt again...

Wouldn't people usually consider that as 'being angry?'

...

...I'm sorry.

Rei shriveled up once more from Renoa's icy cold gaze.

Getting back on topic... The route to Haven from here is currently extremely unstable.

If I were to single out the route with the least amount of Chaos activity...

The twin planets, Speitz and Elvera. Our best shot is to travel through the area known to be a cradle for outlaws.

...

As soon as the word, 'outlaws,' was mentioned, I noticed Rei's face darken.

Y-Yes, Captain!

Don't worry too much! I'm a fully-fledged agent who's seen real combat now!

Behind her optimistic attitude, I could see that her discomfort remained.

I... I'll go ahead and excuse myself. I should go make preparations and look over my gear.

...Rei didn't look too good. Will she be okay?

And as if to break away from the heavy mood, Renoa shook her head and changed the topic.

Anyhow, we should make a call before we depart for Haven.

A group who're very familiar with traversing pirate-infested space.

They'll be a great help for getting through that no man's land safely.

Given how Renoa's vouching for this group so confidently, they must be battle-hardened veterans.

Would they be like some silent, serious, lone-wolf type?

Wolf... would be one way to put it, but maybe not in the way you're thinking.

Captain... the person I'm about to call. She might not look the part, but she is a specialist.

So, please don't think she and her crew are strange just based on your first impression.

...There was something vaguely unsettling about that introduction.

So-

The Commander and I already agreed to go out together. We just need you to come along.

...Can I at least get some rest on the weekend?

I already decided I'm spending the whole day in bed...

Come on. Daisy and Maribell are coming too. Are you really gonna stay behind by yourself?

W-wait, what?

Th-this is the first I'm hearing of this...

That's because it was just decided.

...

Staying cooped up inside all the time isn't good for your body or your mind!

Besides, we'll mostly be going to places Daisy likes, so what do you say?

I'm fine with it. It's been a while since we all spent time together, hasn't it?

If Maribell's coming too, then I'm in.

So, do you have a plan in mind?

We're scheduled to arrive at Elvera's lawless port this time, right?

We can finally catch up on all that shopping, and eat tons of good food!

Daisy, didn't you say there were some clothes you wanted to buy? I'll help you find them!

Wh-what? How did you know about that, Lucas...?

I told him.

Maribell, you always seem like you're spacing out, but you're always one step ahead.

You do that on purpose, don't you?

I'm not sure what you mean!

*sigh*

Well, fine. How often does an opportunity like this come along anyway?

By the way, where's the Commander?

The one person who'd usually come running the most excited for this kind of talk is nowhere to be seen.

Not sure. Looks like the captain's taking a call.

A call? From who?

I don't know, but it seems like someone the Commander knows.

...They mentioned it was someone affiliated with the Empire.

...The Empire?

...

Everyone, relax.

I'm sure the Commander isn't reaching out without thinking it through.

Either way, before being affiliated with the Empire, it's still someone the Commander knows, right?

...I hope so.

If it's a genuine Empire figure, I'd rather pass.

None of us...have good memories with that.

...That's true.

Neither I nor Luke particularly want to cross paths with them, but...

Well, it's the Commander's call, isn't it?

When you're in a position of trusting and following someone, there's no real need to voice complaints.

If the Commander trusts them, then we trust them too. That's all there is to it.

Moments like this, you actually seem decent.

You can even keep things in order when it counts.

...What do you mean, "seem decent at moments like this"?

It means you're an annoying piece of trouble the rest of the time.

You've got some nerve saying that to your own brother!

Get over here and sit down. Let's have a proper talk for once-

This is exactly the kind of thing I find exhausting...!

You two always get along so well.

...Maybe that's exactly why everyone stays.

Luke, Lucas, Maribell, the Commander, all of you...

Honestly, you're all talented enough that people from all over are trying to recruit you.

I'm sorry for sometimes feeling like I'm holding everyone back.

Without you, there would be no Wolf Platoon as we know it.

Please don't be so hard on yourself. You're doing more than enough.

...

I hope this kind of atmosphere can keep going for a long time.

Huh...? Wait, that's...

Hello, Renoa. What brings you here? Hasn't the routine report just finished?

Lethe, I still have something to report to Parthena.

I see. Try her office, that's where Parthena is.

Thank you.

Renoa, coming to report without the captain... That's a first.

But this isn't the time to get curious. I should get back to my duties...

(Come on, Renoa. Don't overthink this...)

(For it to be a coincidence...the Holy Crusaders' involvement is too sudden.)

(Almost like someone planned it...)

(The captain hasn't noticed yet... So I'll have to check myself.)

(Someone must be connected to this. There should definitely be records left in the Arkhianon's database...)

I told you, I'm totally against using the SS Nightmare!

!!

(The director's office...)

(Director Parthena, who are you talking to?)

Regardless of where the order came from-

Director Parthena. This plan is an objective from the Empire's upper echelons.

You're hardly in a position to exercise a right of refusal.

Even if it's an order from above, I have no reason to accept something this absurd.

If you want to give orders like that, why not bring along a member of the imperial family?

...

The SS Nightmare is one of the Empire's most critical assets.

There has never been a Chaos infiltration vessel that has achieved results of that caliber. Did you think I'd let you handle it however you please?

It would be wise to only speak up about matters you can actually handle.

If the Holy Crusaders' involvement continues like this...

Enough! I won't tolerate this any more.

From here on, this falls under the jurisdiction of the Operations Office. If you interfere, I'll take it as a challenge to my authority.

I won't challenge my orders... But how I achieve those directives is my choice alone!

If you have any more demands, then first lay out every last detail of your plan, Tiberius.

The upper echelons of the Empire are observing the SS Nightmare closely.

Even if you shield it, you won't be able to do so forever.

We'll be seeing you soon, Director Parthena.

That bastard...

Hmm?

It sure felt like someone was out here...

Must've been my imagination...

Hello, I'm Lethe.

I am a guide at the Protos Operations Division under the Central Command in Ark City Trion.

I mainly guide the Protos who visit the Archive Room and assist with data transfers.

Recently, the captain of the SS Nightmare paid us a visit.

Since this job requires minimizing personal feelings, I can't give personal greetings, but I'm always glad to see the captain when we cross paths.

The Protos undertake missions in Chaos, and some of them may occasionally exhibit eccentric personalities due to the overwhelming stress.

However, the captain of the SS Nightmare is generally kind to me.

Lethe, what were you doing alone?

Muttering again, huh? Is it that video diary or whatever?

Ah, Rosie, you're here. It's not a video diary. It's a vlog.

It's been trending in Trion recently. Don't you know more about it than I do, Rosie?

A vlog is about eating this and that, chatting, and showcasing fun everyday experiences.

What you record is the same content every day. Is that really interesting?

This is Rosie, the senior officer in the Operations Room.

Although she's younger in age, she excels at her work and is undeniably a key member of the Operations Room.

Even if it's the same content, someone has to do it.

Hmm, you might say that but you can tell it's boring at a glance...

It looks like you really love your job. What's the reason for that?

You asked the same during the last vlog, Rosie. This makes it ten times already.

If you want, you can watch the previous vlog.

I'd rather hear it directly from you than watch it!

You're always alone in the Archive Room, so I was wondering if you're lonely.

I enjoy my work. Because it's work that is essential for the Empire.

And it's the only way I can be useful...

Aha, that's right. You always say that!

By the way, did the Protos just stop by?

Stopping by without saying a word to me or even glancing at me...

That's betrayal, you know? Don't you think?

Nyaha, a call from the director?! Wait, I need to go...

See you tomorrow, Lethe!

...

Protos of the SS Nightmare.

I suppose we will meet again soon, right?

You can tell by looking at the data handed over by the Protos.

Ah, the Protos uploads memories of what they see and hear to the archive room.

The memory device of the Protos is located between the skull and cervical spine, and memories are stored on a memory chip there.

This information is classified, right? It can't be posted anywhere at all.

I'm not recording this to post it anywhere. The record is simply my reason for existence.

Lethe, is that really the only reason for your existence?

... ... Anyway, that means the Protos can't hide anything from the Empire...

The Protos are beings created for the Empire, human weapons against Chaos.

Their bodies are for the Empire, and their souls are for Xera. You were about to explain this, right?

Yes, as you said, Rosie. The bodies of the Protos are for the Empire, and their souls are for Xera. That's the creed.

Then, can the individual freedom of the Protos be guaranteed?

Their humanity being overlooked as they are treated as weapons is still a topic being discussed somewhere.

I wish there were days when my questions could receive different answers!

Hehe, did you see that, my crew!

For the renowned Black Rose to bow her head and ask a request! Even the mighty Empire is in need of our aid!

Such is the fearsome reputation of the Wolf Platoon!

Wow~ That's wonderful!

Heh, looks like we've got a fun day ahead of us.

Hey, but have any of you seen my chocolate bar? I'm certain I left one here.

C'mon, as if any of us would eat something that tastes that awful.

Wh-what did you just say?! You dare insult my chocolate bar!

Lucas, get over here! Your superior shall personally strangle you!

*sigh*

Hehe, looks like everyone's getting along well today, too.

The inside of the small ship was raucous with the crew's chatter.

I can now understand why Renoa gave me that preamble.

Not exactly the 'lone wolf' type, are they?

E-everyone... We have a guest today, so... aren't we being a little too rude...!

When in Rome, do as the Rome people do! Or something like that!

If they've come aboard the ship of the great Wolves, then they must learn to wait their turn!

...Sorry, Captain.

This is the Wolf Platoon, of the Ironrain.

They may not seem the part, but they are the specialists I was talking about before.

You haven't changed at all, have you, Black Rose? Still with that cold demeanor.

We've run into each other a few times while I was on mission.

Still, I can vouch for their prowess.

And you must be the famous captain of the SS Nightmare?

With a wide grin, the girl named Beryl bounced up on her toes and leaned in closer.

Hmm... I feel like I've seen you somewhere...

Well, as Captain of the SS Nightmare, wouldn't you have seen him in Ironrain's personnel records?

Maybe...? But you take good care of yourself, don't you?

No wonder Renoa's always bragging about you.

Even on our call just earlier, she kept going on about how I should make a good impression on you...

...Let's drop the irrelevant chatter and move onto the request.

Hehe, of course an aircraft as big as the SS Nightmare will draw attention.

And just like sharks drawn by the smell of blood, those pirates will come hunting.

I can see why you came looking for me.

In short, you're looking for a way through the passage between Speitz and Elvera, right?

Exactly. Also because the Ironrain often works with mercenaries and you're used to dealing with these pirates.

Could you tell us the best way to handle them?

Then you've come to the right person.

For we are the lone wolves who scour all of space!

Leave it to us!

...What do you mean?

Just what are you going to do, and how are you going to help us...?

Tressa shot a look of distrust.

Understandable. For any agent who's undergone the required training, they would find it hard to trust the opposing party in such a situation.

Because the atmosphere here is, in a word, raw.

...Hmm, am I that untrustworthy to you?

Well, don't judge a book by its cover since my bite matches my bark.

Or if you'd prefer, we can go for a test run.

Well, since Renoa seems to trust you... it's not really like that, but...

Captain...?

I held my hand up in a gesture to stop her.

Even the rowdy Wolf Platoon members have been watching us with slightly subdued gazes.

And beneath their expressions, I sensed a coldness as sharp as a blade.

...This is new.

For someone of your caliber to bow your head so easily.

You're... not like the others, are you?

I've run into a few of the Empire's Protos, and each one of them was arrogant beyond measure.

No wonder the Black Rose would be so head over heels for—

Beryl.

Oh, come on, now. Do you really have to give me your death glare? You said it yourself, that you—!

...Ahem!

As Renoa cleared her throat, the tips of her ears seemed to redden slightly.

Let's get back to the topic at hand. Tell us what we have to do.

Fine. I'm the type to only accept apologies from the responsible individual... but I don't deny that it is the leader who represents their subordinates.

I shall accept your apology, Captain!

But Commander, I can't say that things are exactly ideal.

As per the discussion, the pirates are the biggest issue. I'd be surprised if they were lenient with anything that even smells like the Empire.

Even if we disregard that fact, the area has been unstable as of late.

That poses a problem...

Right now, the hyperdimensional leap routes are unstable because of Chaos...

Our only route is to sail through.

If that's the case... there is one option!

As if she had thought up a devious ploy, Beryl flashed a mischievous smile.

Captain, a question...

How much you got in that coffer of yours?

The flow of people through a city is often compared to its vitality.

By that measure, Elvera's lawless port could well be called a melting pot—its vitality roiling with life.

All kinds of people come and go, all manner of goods circulate, and incidents of every sort are commonplace.

A place that churns in turmoil. Both insidious, and vibrantly alive.

Wow... I've never seen a place like this before.

Though, I'm not sure a trainee agent like me should even have come here to begin with...

I've only ever seen places like this in reports, never in person.

We're not here to sightsee, so don't get too rowdy.

Each one of you is responsible for the Captain's safety.

Y-yes!

Understood!

...

I-I'm all right!

I won't leave your safety to someone else, Captain!

...There's no room for mistakes once this mission begins. Make sure you're ready.

Yes, of course!

Mm... Renoa.

I know you must be on edge, but we won't be running into any big problems.

As long as we stick to the rules of this place.

It's ridiculous that a lawless area has rules.

But it does!

Those rules make it easy to make friends here, too.

These pirates are simple folk, so once you're in their good books, they won't cause any problems for you.

Leave a good impression with them today, and you won't have to worry about getting jumped by them in the future.

Just follow me! I shall set up a splendid arrangement for you!

Ha... haha...

I, uh... heard we can come here to learn how to make friends, haha...

Owen was practically sweating buckets.

And it was evident that the others were equally as anxious.

...Because right now, we were surrounded by some of the most rugged-looking pirates.

What's this?

Who brought these Empire curs here?

Wearin' their fancy uniforms out in the open like this. Might as well just draw a target on their backs.

Right now, they're here as friends of the Ironrain.

Ya think we give a rat's ass about that?

You Wolf lot may be fine, but we ain't close enough to welcome these Empire stooges.

Yeah, yeah, why we even bother talkin'?

Aye, ladies and gents. First time here, ain'tcha?

We'll make sure to make it memorable, so just hold on tight.

Alright, alright. How about we...

Beryl squeezed herself between the hostile pirates.

I appreciate her affable effort to mediate this situation...

But unfortunately, a situation immediately arose.

G-get away from me...!

As Rei held out her arm to keep the brigands from getting closer, a black blade erupted from the floorboard below and skewered one of the pirates.

Eyes constricted with fear. Her outstretched arm quivered with every panicked breath. Rei was not yet ready to be out in the field.

Kgh...! Wh-what is that!

They're Gifteds!

A flicker of dismay crossed Beryl's face.

*heavy panting*

The pirates pulled out their weapons.

And my anxious agents followed suit, preparing for combat.

Get 'em!

Captain!

This was the worst outcome possible. Mayhem erupted as steel clashed midair and bullets rained down.

I watched agape as a body in front of me fell to the floor, lifeless.

And once again, I could feel the chill of someone staring at me from behind. And my body reacted as if I knew what to do next.

My head pulses with pain and a ringing lingers in my ears.

Almost as if the strain it caused got worse with each use.

But not even allowing me time to ponder on it, the situation was moving forward once again.

Aye, ladies and gents. First time here, ain'tcha?

We'll make sure to make it memorable, so just hold on tight.

The pirates are closing in.

And in that instant, I reach out just in time to stop Rei's arm midway.

Rei's wavering gaze slowly finds its focus.

C-Captain...?

...

...I-I'm sorry...!

As if she had finally realized what she was just about to do, the alarmed Rei quickly retracted her arm.

I turned to the pirate who had walked up closest to us and met their eye.

Oh, what's this? Wanna have a go?

Ha! If things could be resolved with a simple apology, why would fights exist?

...Eh?

There are, indeed, problems in this world that can be resolved with words.

Each of these individuals harbors their own animosity toward the Empire.

Even though I won't be able to solve all of their issues...

If neither side is willing to extend a hand, nothing will ever change.

A conversation? In this situation?

...

...

The pirates' faces twisted in disbelief—the kind one would wear when caught off guard.

While they were still lost in their confusion, I quickly moved over to the bar and dropped a bag of credits.

The bartender flashed a quick smile and gestured to the employees behind him.

In moments, the bar was lined with glasses, and each of them was filled with a golden liquid.

And as if the pirates had finally found their footing, they were looking around awkwardly, some scratching their heads.

So, we just have to gather more people? Leave that to us!

Beryl approached me as the other Wolf Platoon members left the establishment.

You stepped up and resolved things before I could, Captain.

Usually, I'm the one who has to orchestrate the atmosphere.

Beryl flashed a wide grin at my cheeky retort.

Wahahaha! Not bad for an Imperial dweeb!

Drink up now! And another one! Chugchugchug!

The bar was as lively as could be.

This was certainly not what anyone would have expected given the situation we were in just earlier.

Wow... Captain.

He's already tamed these pirates... That's amazing...

The Captain's good at everything he does. This was just another Wednesday for him.

My eyes settled on Rei, who was sitting quietly in a corner of the bar.

How is it, Captain? Having a good time?

Well, that was only because most of the people here have had bad run-ins with the Empire.

A lot of the people here turned pirate because of the Empire's oppression.

Of course, they're outlaws all the same, and some are genuinely the worst kind of rabble...

My eyes settle on Rei, who wa sitting quietly in a corner of the bar.

Unable to fit in with the crowd, Rei sat there hunched, with her eyes fixed on the ground.

If it wasn't for Mika next to her, occasionally taking her hand, she might have already burst into tears.

But, I just wanted you to see that not every pirate is as bad as the rumors say.

Working as an Ironrain mercenary, you end up running into a lot of different types of people.

At Beryl's words, I look around the bar once more. The space was filled with pirates all having a good time.

Savage and coarse, yet undeniably free and spirited.

In a way, we of the Wolf Platoon have a few things in common with them.

All of us are free spirits who aren't tied down by dumb rules.

And... I could see another commonality that Beryl hadn't mentioned.

Geez, so you're just going to pull the trigger on me like that? Talk about being blunt, Captain.

I think back to our first meeting, when Tressa had confronted the Wolf Platoon.

A hostility that extended beyond the Terrascion to all those belonging to the Empire.

The Xera Empire is the largest faction in all of space, so of course it's bound to have bad actors.

A lot of the people at Ironrain don't like the Empire, either.

That goes for me and my Wolf Platoon crew as well...

Be it big or small, none of us have had a pleasant experience when it comes to the Empire.

Luke, Lucas, Maribell, Daisy...

...That's why all of us prefer the laidback lifestyle.

In my case, well...

Having grown up as an Ironrain soldier, I once admired the Empire's ways.

Instead of being some vagrant mercenaries like us, you guys were much more disciplined. I looked up to that.

That's why I even enlisted in the Empire's army for a while.

I was once deployed for a Chaos infiltration mission during my tenure.

But during that operation, I was placed on the squad that was 'tasked' with buying time after charging into the enemy base.

In reality, we were the expendable ones. Back then, I was still new to everything and lacked the skills I've accumulated today.

I did it 'for the mission,' but I ended up trapped—no, abandoned in that Chaos for however-many days.

...It was a miracle I even made it out of there.

Beryl's voice was calm, but behind her gaze, the brutal reality of those days was clawing its way up.

Even for the most decorated agent, to be abandoned within a Chaos without food or backup for multiple days...

That would have practically been a death sentence for a neophyte agent.

Beryl stared at the foam in her glass as it gradually dissipated.

Almost as if she were trying to bury those horrific memories within that foam.

Each and every one of my crew members is a capable person.

Though the Empire may have evaluated them as problem soldiers, all of them are my precious family and companions.

So, it's only natural that we have something against the Empire. They judged us of their own accord and threw us aside.

A gathering place for individuals forcibly classified by the Empire's bureau.

The people who were scarred by the universe's largest group eventually came together to create a force of their own and have now become a sizable force.

I won't deny that I was incredibly anxious when we first met.

I never expected it to be a good experience.

With another grin, Beryl clanked her glass against mine.

Which makes it all the more unexpected—I didn't know you were this easy to get along with!

You're the most personable one I've seen among the Empire's lot!

And with that, Beryl emptied the contents of her entire glass into her mouth.

...Which was followed by a series of violent coughs. To be honest, she spilled more than she even drank.

Blegh! It-it tastes so bad...! Bitter and nasty...!

Why the heck does everyone even enjoy this stuff anyway?!

Up until this point, Beryl came off as professional and mature, but there were some odd times when she felt like a child.

I-I'm just not used to it!

Stuff like this...! Psh, I can take it any time I try...!

...

Well, f-for now! I'm fine, so let's just raise our glasses!

As soon as Beryl raised her glass, a bunch of pirates rushed in, hollering as they made a toast.

'Ey, big man, what was the name of your ship again?

I'll tell my boys not to lay a finger on ya!

Haha! I'll do the same!

I never thought someone from the Empire would get in my good books!

The sound of glasses clinking echoed throughout the bar.

But in the next moment...

The boisterous clamor is buried beneath the earthquakes and its roaring blasts tearing through from all sides.

The pirates' expressions harden. Even Beryl springs from her seat, her face set with the same gravitas.

Anyone who survives in this era would know what calamity followed such an event.

Captain!

Contact from the SS Nightmare.

A Chaos Bloom has erupted at Twin Star's Shadow!

It's a C-Chaos Storm...!

One of the pirates had flung open the windows and was pointing outside.

A dark miasma smothering the horizon flooded forward, devouring the city alley by alley.

As the miasma raged through the streets, those who were unable to evacuate in time were swallowed up one by one.

The streets soon filled with shrieks and wailings as monsters emerged from the miasma and ransacked the city.

Blood and torn flesh piled up within moments—dragging with it the mangled remains of those long past saving.

The once-lively streets of the lawless port had twisted into a hellscape.

Why did a Chaos Storm erupt all the way out here...

Captain, I'll request evac. We should head to the nearest waypoint...

If we pull out now, everyone caught up in this disaster will die.

We mustn't, Captain! The danger risks are far too high!

She's right, Captain! We're not even properly equipped right now!

Captain...

But there's no need for you to risk yourself for people like them—!

Rei stops mid-sentence, startled, and clamps her hand over her mouth.

She was visibly startled at her own remark, knowing that those people were dying right before her eyes.

...Yes, Captain.

People who've been hurt can turn cruel without even knowing it.

Even someone kind enough to feel guilty over words they blurt out without thinking.

However, we are not the right people to judge others for their actions. We are people who save those endangered by calamity.

We must never forget that.

I... I'm sorry...

Instead of a reply, I give Rei a smile of confidence and pat her on the shoulder.

Yes, Captain.

Sending coordinates of the Chaos layout first.

Beryl's eyes widened with horror as she reviewed the coordinates.

Wait. This is...

It's where my crew was headed!

Beryl hurriedly pulled out her communicator.

Lucas, Luke, Maribell, Daisy...!

Anyone?! Anyone respond!!

...Commander?!

Right now, we're... at ■■... Resist—... ■■■ quick—

Lucas? Lucas...!!!

Kgh...!

Captain, I beg you...!

Help me save my team!

Before I can even reply, the SS Nightmare comms chime in.

C-Captain! A transmission from Arkhianon!

Captain. Can you hear me?

Director? Why would you call...

I received a report of a Chaos Bloom on the SS Nightmare's route.

Do not engage and retreat. That area is outside of the Empire's jurisdiction.

Speitz and Elvera are lawless districts. Any activity from the Empire's army is strictly prohibited there.

There's no need for us to cause any problems there, and we also have no need to help an opposition faction.

We have a much more crucial issue to deal with. I will not allow the SS Nightmare to waste resources when it should be prioritizing Haven.

Retreat this instant.

...

Beryl's face pales.

And just like before, the Empire was setting up to abandon her once more.

However─

...!

In the face of a Chaos-related situation, the SS Nightmare is given sole independence of command authority.

Knowing exactly what I meant by that, the Director grimaced.

Yet, though she has an explosive personality, she is not without kindness.

Unofficial operations in the field fall outside my authority. Proceed at your discretion.

Hurray for Director Parthena.

Just to be clear, Empire may hold you accountable later.

Will this be worth all those repercussions?

Everyone deserves the chance to be rescued. No one has the right to judge a life.

...Captain...

As if she had just realized something, Rei dropped her head and balled her fists.

Let's go do what we do best.

Phew, this nostalgic air! Agent Rei, reporting back from duty!

W-we really made it back...

Hoo~ Finally, I can kick back a little!

...

*Beryl breathes in deep and exhales*

Finally finding her composure, Beryl lets out a long sigh of relief.

Captain... Captain...

Waaaaahhhhhh!

Th-thank you... I, really...

I really thought something bad would happen to my team...

If it wasn't for you, by now I would have been... Waaaahhh...

So, is this how Beryl really is? I thought she'd be a bit more measured.

Watching Beryl cling to me and sob like a child, I felt both flustered and oddly guilty.

Mmffph, mmm...

I unwrapped a chocolate bar that I had on me and fed it to Beryl, who then finally stopped crying and nibbled on the snack.

T-tasty...

That's a relief.

Now then, Beryl... How long do you plan to cling to our Captain like that?

As soon as Renoa said her words, Beryl immediately let go and distanced herself from me.

N-now then! Having done what you did, none of the pirates would dare bother you on your way to Haven.

And if there was one dumb enough to trouble you, I'll make sure that the Wolf Platoon shows them a thing or two.

Then, it's time to set sail again.

As I ran through the route in my head, Beryl rushed over in quick steps and clutched my arm.

Captain.

...Thank you.

I mean it, thank you...

And to the fidgeting Beryl next to you, you...

C-Captain! That didn't mean you should start treating me like a kid!

...Yeah, I finally got the chance to say it.

If you're ever in need of help, just send us a rescue flare.

The SS Nightmare will always be on the lookout.

...Captain.

Looks like we owe the Nightmare a big favor.

I promise I'll make it up to you. Double, triple— no, ten times the amount!

So if you ever need help again, call on us anytime!

The Wolf Platoon will always be there to help you, Captain!

...Deal!

Out here in space, I've made a few more friends.

You're here, Commander!

...

Ow, that hurts!

Good, it should.

While you were lazing around, I was out there nearly getting killed.

Do I really have to go out and do the work you lot are supposed to be doing?

We're completely broke now. Back when I was still at home, I never could've imagined this.

Aw, but Commander, weren't you the one who left home saying it was too suffocating?

You said you wanted freedom and told us to come along with you.

Not a word of complaint, not a single one.

Hey, since we're on the topic, let's make a call.

Huh? To where?

...Home.

There's someone I need to reach out to.

...Hmm?

Well, this is a surprise. You actually reached out.

I thought you'd cut all ties when you left home.

...Something came up, aunty.

I'm always willing to hear what my nephew has to say.

So, what's going on?

This time... I've incurred a debt.

I want to repay the kindness of someone who saved my life.

Repaying a kindness doesn't quite seem like something that suits you.

Is that the kind of trivial thing that made you give up your place as heir to the 'Council'?

Pirates sail the sea of stars freely, pursue their desires, and also...

...uphold their convictions.

Isn't that what you taught me, aunty?

...Hmph.

My dear nephew. Living like that will get you killed young.

That's fine by me.

If I'm going to die, I'd rather die in style.

You learned well. I can't say it's admirable, but.

So, reaching out after all this time must mean you need my help.

What kind of help do you need? What do you want to do, and for whom?

...I'm not sure exactly what kind of help to ask for or how.

Just lend me your strength, once.

So that if those people ever find themselves in trouble, I can be there for them.

That's not difficult.

Do you have a way to contact them?

...

I don't, but...

I know someone who probably does.

I'll arrange a meeting between you and them.

Hahahahahaha!! Now that I mention it, I was really surprised when you worried about us!

What? To think you'd talk like that after so much help...

It means you've changed for the better!

I was wondering what happened to that cold Black Rose...

Looks like she was influenced by meeting a captain who readily helps those in need!

Well, there's a saying that goes, "A straight barrel ensures the bullet hits its mark," so it's only natural for even the infamous Black Rose to change!

Be...ryl...

Captain. Since the SS Green Dragon is nearby, how about we just launch them into space?

Th-That would be a cruel act...! The crew are still in treatment...!

Could it be that your identity as the 'Black Rose' was kept secret from the captain?

W-Wait, did I reveal Renoa's hidden past...?

Is that so? It seems that Renoa was also cold to the captain at first!

If that's not it, then how would you know?

Hahahaha! As expected, my insight is spot on!

Captain... Do you find it amusing to tease me like a child?

Ugh... Let me explain.

Beryl, unlike Ironrain, in the Empire, the Protos must have access to the information of agents assigned to the ship.

Among that information...there's something called the 'Trauma Code.'

Trauma Code? That's a term I haven't heard before.

Of course. Ironrain operates based on strict military ranks.

In the Empire, emotional bonds between the Protos and the agents are highly valued.

So that the Protos can effectively lead the agents in Chaos, where their minds can be corrupted,

we register their inner most vulnerable point, the secrets everyone wants to hide, their 'traumas.'

Hmm... If I were to join this ship, would I have to register as well?

That would be the case. If you're an agent under the Protos's command, there are no exceptions, even for collaborators.

...!

Captain, does that mean you know Renoa's trauma?

Hmm, why don't you stop with the useless chatter and go check on the crew?

Th-that's tyranny! I still have questions...! You can't...!

Beryl was dragged by Renoa and thrown out of the lounge.

Renoa returned and asked cautiously, reading the room.

Captain, do you really remember?

Haah... So you really don't remember after all.

I've been putting it off all this time, but I can't just keep leaving it alone like this.

As I said before, the Protos needs to know the agents' traumas in order to direct operations in Chaos.

Let's go. It'll be better to experience it firsthand.

Saying that, Renoa rose from her seat with a somewhat bitter look on her face.