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Dollman: Well, I’ve apprised Heartman of the situation. It’s not unlike my own experience. A soul finds itself in a puppet, and then acts as a puppeteer. One’s Ka can reside in any vessel to which one has a strong attachment… Human Ha or inanimate object, it makes no difference.
Charlie: Sam, it’s Charlie. We’ve received an emergency distress call from the Eastern Environmental Observatory. I urge you to access the Adventurer’s delivery terminal and pick up this main order immediately.
Ridge Frost: Oh… hey. You actually made it here, huh? Or am I just imagining things? Right, right. Gotta check that cargo of yours. The hell? I’m impressed—did you really get this stuff here without it getting scuffed up at all? Well hot damn, I thought this cargo was lost for good. I’ll take excellent care of it. Truth be told, been waiting a long time for this moment. But I always knew you’d come my way. Go ahead and use your Q-pid to get me online.
Ridge Frost: Alright, connected to the network. Which means I can finally start fixing up this observatory. In case you haven’t heard, we’ve been seeing an increase in chiral density in every region as the network has expanded. More instances of strange phenomena outside network coverage, too—and I’ve been told this is indicative of plate gate emergence. You know, after being alone all this time I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stay the course—till you arrived with that lifesaving cargo. Should be all set to hold down the fort now. Not exactly a one man job, but I’ll do my team proud. Oh, I’ve shared schematics for an oxygen mask with you. It ought to help you stay active in areas where the air’s thin. Personally, I’d recommend you wear one at all times when you’re in my neck of the woods.
Sam: What are you monitoring here?
Ridge Frost: Tar current fluctuations and whatnot. Mostly in the eastern part of the continent and elevated regions. Going forward, I’ll also be playing very close attention to signs of plate gate emergence. Unfortunately, the chiral cloud layer has been gradually descending ever since I got here. Everyone was suffering from exposure, and I’m the only one who stuck around. You’re the first friendly face that I’ve seen in a minute.
Sam: Areas where the air’s thin?
Ridge Frost: You know, at high altitudes—on mountains like this one, for example. And if you climb above the cloud layer, you’ve got even less oxygen to breathe. Saps your energy even if you’re not doing anything strenuous. Over time you’ll cover less distance and be at increased risk of slipping and falling. It’s a good idea to wear your oxygen mask to help you stay strong and sharp.
Sam: Okay, I’d best head off.
Ridge Frost: Mother Nature won’t show you any mercy round these parts. The biting cold and steep slopes will slow you down—or stop your progress altogether. Now would be a good time to make sure that you’re fully prepared for the journey ahead. By the way, the Aeronautical Engineer who lives northwest of here just posted a sub order for you. Seems something at the ghost mech factory’s got him all hot and bothered. Help him out, and he might hook you up with some useful gear. In any case, I hope you’ll come visit me here again sometime. I understand it’s a lot to ask folks to make the trip on a regular basis… But that’s why I’m hoping I can offer your stuff that’ll be of use in hazardous conditions like these. Keep on keeping on, man. And thanks again for all your help.
The President: This is the President, Sam. Chiral network coverage has just passed the seventy-five percent milestone here in Australia. The next leg of your journey will take you to the southern part of the continent. Once the remaining regions have been integrated into the network… The manifestation of a news plate gate is all but guaranteed. Marshal your strength to overcome the final hurdles, and make this continent whole again. We’re all counting on you.
Fragile: Sam. Rainy’s not doing so great. It might be more of a mental than a physical issue, but I’m honestly not sure. Do you remember the Doctor from the Motherhood? We think she should be able to help ease Rainy’s anxieties. It was Tarman’s idea. We already reached out, and she said we could come visit anytime. Since the Motherhood’s within the chiral network, we can use the Magellan to travel there. Once you’ve made it back to the ship, just head to your private room and settle in. You can use the trip to catch up on sleep. But if there’s anything you need to take care of before we depart, now would be the time to do so.
The President: Sam, I’m contacting you via a different protocol. This private mode affords me a direct connection to you alone. It seems Drawbridge has reason to suspect that APAC may have been involved in the production of ghost mechs. This possibility concerned me as well, so I conducted my own investigation…and reaffirmed that APAC’s underlying technologies are iterations of an older Bridges framework. What I’m getting at, Sam, is that the guilty party is not APAC, but Bridges. Which is to say the UCA may also have some involvement with ghost mech production. This would perhaps explain why firearms and other weapons have become commonplace on the Australian continent. The UCA’s precursor, the United States of America, had a prominent gun culture. Though Americans first took up arms to liberate themselves from British colonial rule, they retained the right to bear arms so that they might defend themselves against future government tyranny. APAC has no such designs, of course, but Higgs has used factories to obtain weapons in an attempt to subjugate the continent through violent action. And so, the people of Australia have, in response, been forced to take up arms in self-defense… A distinctly American philosophy—and one which would appear to have spread to this continent. The more we seek to unite the people with metaphorical ropes, the more essential “sticks”’ seem to become. This particular situation is one that I feared might come to pass. Which is precisely why I determined that it must not be the UCA but a civilian organization which takes the lead in expanding chiral infrastructure. But, if the UCA is indeed somehow implicated in these events, it may dramatically alter the calculus. I realize it must be vexing not knowing what to believe, Sam. Should I learn more, I’ll contact you at once. For my part, I have a favor to ask. I must insist you not disclose that we’ve been in direct contact. There’s no telling who may be involved with what at this stage.
Tarman: Good morning, Sam. The DHV Magellan is currently docked near the Motherhood’s shelter. An escort arrived a little while ago to take Rainy inside. The Doctor has requested to see you, as well. Head on over whenever you feel ready.
Dollman: Apropos of nothing… No matter what misfortune may befall him, that Adventurer is going to keep exploring the continent. I just know it. Is it a primal calling that compels him to make these journeys? Or perhaps he’s become addicted to the thrills that come with experiencing the unknown. Regardless of his motivation, when I see how distressed his son is, I want to do what I can to get him home safe. Come to think of it… I heard what Viktor Frank said about your BB pod. You used to have a different key chain attached to it in the past?
Sam: I used to have a charm given to me by Viktor’s brother, Igor.
Dollman: Igor? Ah, yes. The corpse disposal team member that was caught in the voidout with you that time. I see now. The key chain was a memento to remember him by. I’ve been mulling over the words Viktor said to you earlier. “He’s gone, but he still feels so close.” There’s a universal truth in that sentiment. The closer we are to people when they’re alive, the stronger the bond we forge with them in our hearts. No matter how much time passes, I still feel her presence. My daughter’s. No doubt you feel the same about Lou… One day, Sam, when you have a moment to spare, I’d like to tell you about my daughter, and the strange events that changed the course of our fates. Apropos of nothing… I saw that you received EX capture grenades from the Metagenomicist. To think that the parasitic chiral microbes you brought her could be repurposed to infect and birth variant BTs in such a manner. Namely, by combining BT crystals with your own DNA to produce BT cores. If this is indeed true, it’s a truly incredible discovery. You have to test this theory at the earliest opportunity, Sam. I’m eager to see what happens.
Dollman: It goes without saying, but I was not born into this world with this doll as my Ha. Would you like to hear how I came to be in this condition?
Sam: Tell me.
Dollman: My darling wife was working as a nurse in an isolation ward. A luckless place which one day found itself in the path of a tar tsunami. A freak occurrence triggered by an ill-timed gate quake. Not a single person survived. No patients, no doctors, no wife.
Dollman (memory): We just have to be careful. Hold on, hold on.
Dollman: Access to the site had been restricted, but we weren’t about to let that stop us. It was my daughter’s idea. She was desperate to see her mother again.
Dollman (memory): Be careful. Take off your hood. Okay—hold my hand.
Dollman’s Daughter (memory): Mommy?
Dollman (memory): It’s me, honey. It’s me.
Dollman: In the end, it wasn’t even her daughter that she remembered.
Dollman (memory): No, no, no, no, no…
Dollman: Before we knew it, we were swallowed by the tar. Battered against the rocks, and eventually coughed back up into this world.
Dollman (memory): Wait. Don’t go. Down here. Please.
Fragile (memory): Hello, little one. You called? Let me guess. The Ka of that poor girl over there?
Dollman (memory): Oh… My daughter’s Ka is long gone. I’m afraid it’s just me now. She died but… for whatever reason, her soul was unable to move on…because it ended up here, in her doll. Stuck somehow. My baby girl would have been left here, all on her own. So I liberated her—forced her Ka out with one solid push. And she was free at last. Free to leave this world, and go to where the dead belong. Just as I would have done, had I not gotten stuck myself.
Fragile (memory): I see. That’s quite a story. Believe it or not, I’ve been looking all over for you, mister spirit medium.
Dollman (memory): Ahh… As you can see, I’m of no use to anyone. I can’t go anywhere. I’ll be stuck here for the rest of eternity, and that’s that.
Fragile (memory): Wanna come work for me instead? Your Ha’s no good to you now…
Dollman (memory): Huh… it didn’t last long out of the tar… Poor old thing turned into a bog body in no time at all. Uh, you think you could bury them for me?
Fragile (memory): They call me Fragile. What do they call you? The “Tollund Man,” maybe? No… “Dollman” suits you better.
Dollman: If Fragile hadn’t come looking for me, I’d almost certainly still be lying in that dreadful tar bog.
Sam: But your soul’s trapped in that doll forever?
Dollman: Perhaps. But if I could break free from this thing, maybe then I can be reunited with my daughter. When that happy day might come, I cannot say… I did what any father would do—I pushed my daughter’s Ka out of this doll. And she was free at last. Free to leave this world, and go to where the dead belong. Thank you for listening to my story, Sam. But enough about me. It’s time I let you focus on your job.
Dollman: You know, I-I find myself reflecting on past events. Can I bend your ear for a little while?
Sam: Let me ask you something.
Dollman: I did what any father would do—I pushed my daughter’s Ka out of this doll. And she was free at last. Free to leave this world, and go to where the dead belong. Thank you for listening to my story, Sam. But enough about me. It’s time I let you focus on your job. As I mentioned before, I lost my wife to a tar tsunami. And after she died, she turned into a gazer. My daughter was unable to accept her mother’s passing. She pleaded with me to see her again. As a medium, I thought it was within my power to grant her wish. So I gave in, and took her to the hospital where her mother had died. It was the worst mistake I’ve ever made. I thought it was the right thing to do—taking my daughter to be reunited with her mother. And when we arrived, we played her favorite song, hoping for a reaction. But it was too late. She had no memories of our time together as a family. She was no different from any other gazer. To be honest… I already knew that, deep down. My daughter’s Ha was swallowed up by the tar soon after. As was mine. And eventually my Ka became stuck inside my daughter’s doll. A prison very much of my own making. I couldn’t tell you how long I lay there. Until finally, someone came—Fragile. Looking for fellow DOOMS sufferers to recruit to her cause. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for her.
The Doctor: Close your eyes. It’s okay. You can trust me. It’s a healthy baby girl.
Rainy: Hi.
Motherhood Guard B: She’s beautiful.
The Doctor: She certainly is. Okay, coming up on three minutes. Someone needs to go home. Okay.
Rainy: Are those waves?
The Doctor: Yes, they are. Your womb is connected to a Beach. Now, open your eyes. Rainy, the child you’re carrying is not dead. It’s just that time has stopped in your womb. Your daughter, and her mother, are in perfect health.
Rainy: But there’s still no treatment, is there?
The Doctor: When the balance between our world and the Beach is finally restored, you will give birth. There’s nothing to worry about. Come on. All in due time. So wait and have faith that you and your child will be fine.
Rainy: Thank you.
The Doctor: You’re welcome.
Rainy: What about you?
Motherhood Guard B: Someday I’ll have a son, but until then I get to see him once a month. It’ll all work out.
Rainy: Yeah.
Motherhood Guard B: For all of us.
The Doctor: Sorry, but would it be alright if I took another look at your pod?
Sam: Give me one second.
Rainy: Okay, I’ll head back first.
The Doctor: The thing is, when I did my examination on your pod, I got the strangest feeling… The BBB in that pod was there far longer than any typical BB. I’d like to check your pod’s production number. If it’s an official model, it will have one inscribed on it.
Sam: I can tell you right now there’s no number written on it.
The Doctor: No, it wouldn’t be on the outside. It would be inscribed on the inner wall. Now, you can’t open a pod without endangering the BB’s life, but… There is a way that we can peek inside. See? Right there. See, a pod’s “production number” is a record of when the occupant was transferred from the stillmother’s womb. Sort of like a, uh… a BB’s date of birth.
Dollman: Impossible! Eleven years ago—on the very same day as the voidout.
Sam: Lou’s date of birth was eleven years ago…?
Dollman: And not just that—the serial number is “BB-00”. Which would make Lou one of the first test subjects.
The Doctor: Yeah, that would appear to be the case, yes.
Dollman: If we scour the archives for any mention of BB-00, there’s a chance we might learn more about Lou’s past.
The Doctor: You really should try and put this behind you. And digging up the past won’t help.
Dollman: I think it’s time we returned to the DHV Magellan.
The Aeronautical Engineer: Must’ve been quite the ordeal, hauling yourself up here. I salute your dedication. You found the cargo I asked you to recover, I presume? I’ll go ahead and take stock of what you’ve brought. This delivery is in excellent condition. As I would expect from you. Where did you find this cargo? Of all the things I never expected to see. Thank you so much for bringing it. Your assistance has ensured that I have what I need to carry out my research. I hope I can rely on your help again. Go ahead and link me up with your Q-pid. If the network’s as amazing as everyone says it is, then I want it.
The Aeronautical Engineer: So this is what it’s like to be on the network. The computational capabilities are far beyond what I anticipated. Amazing. Oh, and it’s already yielded a useful result. Let me share this data with you. It’s for a floating sentry gun. Toss it in the air and it’ll hover in place, after which it’ll target and engage nearby hostiles. And since it fires MP bullets, you don’t have to worry about unintentionally killing people. But that’s not all. I’ve refined the design of the cargo catapult so that you yourself can climb inside and be launched into the distance. A useful option if you want to bypass particularly rugged terrain along with your cargo in a single quick trip. I mean I have to say, it’s incredible what the chiral network can help us achieve.
Sam: I can climb into the catapult pod?
The Aeronautical Engineer: Bloody oath you can. It’s an innovation made possible through the application of my research. The core launch mechanism hasn’t changed, though, so you can’t steer the pods like traditional aircraft. But you can adjust your trajectory to hone in on a landing point once the parachute has opened. Traveling by air in this fashion is an efficient way to traverse uneven terrain with minimal effort. Of course, you’ll want to make sure your flight path is clear of obstacles before you launch. It’s entirely possible to fly smack bang into a wall if you’re reckless—and that would hurt. A lot. Yeah, some people should think twice about using catapults. But I’m pretty sure you’ll be careful.
Sam: A floating sentry gun?
The Aeronautical Engineer: If you deploy them wisely, you can use sentry guns to keep your enemies occupied for a while. And while they’re distracted, you can sneak into secure locations, or break contact with pursuers and make your escape. They’ve got all kinds of strategic applications really. But they’re not capable of tracking BTs, so don’t expect them to help with those. Anyway, I created the guns by using the network to combine data from the cargo you brought me with my own research results. This means they can be fabricated using existing materials. Yeah, the chiral network’s pretty impressive, isn’t it?
Sam: Bye for now.
The Aeronautical Engineer: Thanks again. I’m glad we could meet. You’ve given me a renewed hope for the future of my work here. Come visit me again. Maybe I can find a way to make your work easier too.
Dollman: You know, Sam, seeing as you’ve come so very far… you should take a moment to see to any unfinished business before you commit to new obligations.
Rainy: Thank you.
Tomorrow: In the place where I came from, no one gave birth to babies. They just stayed inside their mothers’ bellies.
Rainy: Well… in our world, babies are born and grow up to be adults. Or at least they’re supposed to.
Dollman: It’s only natural that Tomorrow wouldn’t understand. After all, she was living in a realm of the dead. I wouldn’t expect children to be born into such a place.
Tomorrow: But, Rainy’s baby will be born, right?
Dollman: In due time, of course. Isn’t that so?
Tomorrow: I’m sorry.
Rainy: It’s okay.
Tomorrow: Raindrops are fallin’ on my head
Rainy & Tomorrow: And just like the guy whose feet Are too big for his bed.
Rainy, Tomorrow & Dollman: Nothin’ seems to fit Those raindrops are fallin’ on my head They keep fallin’
Dollman: So I just did me some talkin’ to the sun
Sam: Ugh, that was terrible.
Dollman: I thought it was pretty good, actually.
Tomorrow: So, you’ll be a mother who gives birth to her baby?
Rainy: And I just can’t wait.
Dollman: Talk about terrible, Sam… I’ve heard dogs with better tone.
Tarman: Hi Sam. Tarman here. I’m pleased Rainy’s feeling better, and now that that’s settled, we’re all set to continue linking up the continent. Your next main order requires you to retrieve some intriguing cargo. And for convenience’s sake, we’ve decided to transport you to the mission area in the Magellan. Speaking of the Magellan, I think it’s high time this old girl’s weaponry got a bit of an upgrade. I’ve gotten in touch with a researcher based in South Fort Knot for this very purpose. I’ll need your help, of course, but the details can wait until we get there. I’m sure you’re eager to get underway, but the tar currents nearby have grown unstable. It’s going to be a bumpy ride. As a safety precaution, I’d like everyone to assemble on the bridge before departure. Come and join us as soon as you’re ready.
Dollman: So… operations at the Eastern Environmental Observatory are managed by just one man. All alone in the mountains—it must be terribly stressful. To survive in such extreme conditions, you cannot afford to let despair take root in your heart. Hope is an indispensable asset. Not to downplay the benefits of the cargo you brought, but the truth of the matter is that it won’t make a difference for him that quickly. But what no doubt served to give him immediate comfort was the presence of a helpful soul—you, Sam. Porters can be bearers of light for those struggling in darkness. He’ll not soon forget what you’ve done, nor the warmth that filled his heart when you arrived.
Fragile: Just a little more work, and we’ll have linked up the whole continent.
Charlie: Allow me to reestablish our connection with the network.
Tarman: And… we’re off! The currents just went crazy! I’ve lost track of my hand—It’s gone!
Fragile: Are we caught in a surge!?
Tarman: I don’t know! There shouldn’t be any other currents in our vicinity!
Rainy: Unidentified object approaching!
Fragile: Everyone brace for impact! What’s wrong?
Tarman: The rudder’s unresponsive!
Rainy: I think something’s dragging us!
Tarman: The connection to my hand has been severed somehow. Right now, I’m flying blind.
Fragile: Dollman? Do you sense anything?
Dollman: No. It’s not a BT.
Rainy: Well something’s still pulling us down!
Tarman: Much deeper and the ship’s hull won’t be able to handle the pressure!
Fragile: Evasive action!
Dollman: Out of the way, kitty!
Tarman: It’s no good! We can’t break free!
Fragile: Discharge tar ballast! Rapid ascent—now!
Tarman: Too risky! We have no idea where we’re going to surface!
Fragile: We have no choice! Open blast shields!
Heartman: If we don’t do something, it’ll crush us!
Higgs: Hold it! Yeah, I’m… hardly a “repatriate,” but ah… I’m immortal enough. Damn. When’d you start runnin’ with such a big crew, Sam? C’mere! Settle… settle… Unless you want me to blow her head off. Well, well, well. You rolled back the clock on that old, timefall-soaked hide of yours, huh? You know, I’m only here to get revenge on you… and Sam. Rest of y’all I really have no quarrel with so, you know… you let me keep the two of them and… y’all can fuck off. No? Ohhhh… y’all wanna die together? Except for the fact that Sam’s a repatriate so, he can’t really share in your sad fate. But, before I pop him, he gets to watch me kill all of y’all. Huh. Well ain’t that a funny trick you got.
Sam: What the fuck…?
Dollman: A ghost mech? So he’s, what… “Mecha-Higgs?”
Higgs: Sorry to disappoint… but I don’t break that easily. Alright. So be it. If it’s gonna be that way, y’all can all go down with the ship!
Fragile: It’s all up to you, Sam.
Dollman: No time to waste, let’s head out Sam!
Tarman: Sam—it looks like that thing coiled around the Magellan is some sort of giant ghost mech. You’re our only hope of freeing the ship from its grasp. Gear up, and get ready to head out. If you can get it to let go and draw it away from us, we should be able to provide fire support. We’re counting on you, Sam.
Dollman: Sam! Sam!
Tarman: Sam—the Magellan is a sitting duck right now. Head out and engage the enemy so we can get some breathing room here.
Heartman: Leave him alone!
Tarman: The Magellan’s in a bad way. Keep it together, old girl…
Heartman: Engaging!
Fragile: That must have done something!
Tarman: Hull damage detected!
Heartman: Opening fire now! Don’t worry, Sam, I’m here!
Fragile: Great job, Sam. The only reason we’re still alive is because you were here to save us. Come back to the ship. You’ve earned yourself a rest.
Fragile: Good morning, Sam. I understand that your room didn’t suffer any major damage. Unfortunately, the rest of the DHV Magellan wasn’t so lucky. The ship is unable to travel in its current state, but Tarman’s doing his best to get us back in action. I’m about to leave to pick up some supplies for repairs. When you’re ready to head out, I suggest you head to the bridge and get Tarman to brief you on the situation. Afterwards, check the ship’s delivery terminal to find out which part of the continent you’ll need to link up next. The show must go on, after all.
Dollman: The entire crew is working hard to get the ship in working order. So let’s follow their lead and do what we have to do.
Sam: So uh, how’s everything looking?
Tarman: We’ll be able to repair the plating and the propulsion system using chiral-printed parts. Fragile’s team will pick up any additional materials that are necessary. The nav console I use to read the tar currents isn’t broken. I just need a little more time to restore the connection with my hand. Won’t be much longer now.
Rainy: Tarman.
Tomorrow: He came to visit me in my room.
Tarman: Thank you. Oh, I see you’re holding hands now, aye? Hands allow us to connect. Form bonds.
Rainy: You think you’ll ever find your missing hand?
Tarman: Now that’s a bond I doubt will ever be broken.
Rainy: Looks like we’re good to go.
Tomorrow: We’ll see you later.
Tarman: Stay safe out there.
Rainy: Are you excited to head out?
Tomorrow: I’m so excited!
Rainy: Aww I’m glad.
Tomorrow: She’s here!
Rainy: Oh, there’s Fragile.
Fragile: Okay, let’s get going.
Sam: Alright, be safe out there.
Rainy: Thank you.
Sam: What if you run into trouble on the way?
Fragile: We’ll be fine. Remember—You’re talking to the former head of Fragile Express.
Sam: You two be alright?
Rainy: We all have DOOMS. No need to worry about us.
Tomorrow: And we’re tougher than you, too!
Rainy: Right—So watch yourself out there!
Sam: Take care of each other.
Tomorrow: Bye!
Charlie: Sam. Although everyone’s hard at work repairing the DHV Magellan, it will unfortunately be some time before we can travel again. Nevertheless, putting our plans on hold is out of the question. We must continue to press on. Extending the chiral network remains our priority. Your next objective is to link up South Fort Knot… though you’ll need to get another site online before that will be possible. And unlike before, the DHV Magellan will be unable to advance to your position after you’ve expanded coverage. During this period, you’ll need to operate without our support. Fragile, Rainy, and Tomorrow are gone procuring materials for repairs. And Tarman has his hands full tending to the ship. He’d also like to improve the ship’s arsenal as a precautionary measure. And bringing South Fort Knot into the chiral network will be necessary to do that. I say this to reassure you that the whole team is committed to getting the ship back up and running, and that we mean to join you as soon as we can. It’s just going to take us a little while, that’s all. For now, head to the Phantom Smith’s shelter and put him on the grid. The associated main order can be accessed via this delivery terminal.
The Phantom Smith: Hey, thanks. Risking your life to cross snowy mountains is a lot to ask of anyone. And rubbing shoulders with BTs to recover someone else’s stuff? That’s going above and beyond. You’re one hell of a guy, seriously. Sit tight. I’ll confirm the contents of your cargo right away. The degree of wear and tear is fine. You did a great job getting it here, thanks. Didn’t know you’d handled that many jobs. You’ve got a gift for multitasking. There’s no denying your incredible skill, and I really can’t thank you enough. I’d like you to put this shelter on the chiral network.
The Phantom Smith: And now I’m finally online. Accordingly, I was able to analyze the cargo you just dropped off. Seems it was developed with the aid of an unknown technology—which I’ve taken to calling ghost tech. From what I can tell, it reacts to chiral radiation on a specific wavelength. The reason I mention it is because the chiral shock cannon data I shared with you is the product of research that leverages this principle. The chiral radiation it generates can pass through objects without destroying them. Practically speaking, this means you can incapacitate enemies hiding behind walls and such. It should also deal damage to BTs and mechs as well. It’s pretty powerful as far as ranged weapons go. You can’t use it without anchoring it to the ground first, though. Makes a lotta noise too. You know, even I’ve heard stories about Higgs and his plans. So if the chiral shock cannon helps you stop him, that’ll make my day. And if you can deliver my research data to South Fort Knot, you should be able to get some new and improve tech to help you out. There’s a lotta other folks on this mountain doing specialized research. If you bring them onto the chiral network too, I’m sure they’ll hook you up with all kinds of goodies.
Sam: You do research out here?
The Phantom Smith: I came here with the advance expedition, actually. Tagged along with this one researcher—I guess you could say we were like mentor and student. Can’t go anywhere without tripping over stranded cargo in these parts, you see. The stuff we found was like nothing we’d ever seen before. Invaluable materials for our scientific pursuits. So, when my mentor was about to leave for South Fort Knot, I realized that I wanted to stay put. I thought that if I got this place on the chiral network, I’d be able to share future discoveries made here much more easily. Moving forward, I expect that my efficiency will increase substantially, allowing me to be of greater use to you and others.
Sam: Lotta folks out here doing research?
The Phantom Smith: Well, I’m familiar with the Tar Therapist, at least. He’s researching potential applications of the stuff as a healing agent. While his speciality is medicine, he’s also well versed in various tar phenomena. If all that sounds interesting, it might be worth seeking him out. However, it doesn’t seem like he’s posted any urgent orders recently. So I’d say your best bet is to find cargo that didn’t make it to him and try deliver it to his shelter yourself. It’s entirely possible he might be able to offer you things neither one of us can possibly imagine…
Sam: Tell me more about this chiral shock cannon.
The Phantom Smith: It fires a focused bolt of chiral radiation generated on a very specific wavelength. Packs a powerful punch—and is perfect for incapacitating distant enemies. It’s also great against mechs—even the ones with thick armor should take significant damage from it. Hell, this spectrum of chiral radiation is also proven to be effective against BTs. Its size does make it a touch unwieldy, but it’s simply one of the most devastating ranged weapons there is. If you can get South Fort Knot onto the chiral network, I should be able to share the data for this invaluable technology with them. They’ve got some quality facilities of their own, you know. Bet they could use them to make you something even more impressive.
Sam: Bye for now.
The Phantom Smith: Thanks again, you’ve been a big help. Definitely couldn’t have managed this on my own. I’m still concerned about the Armed Survivalists to the south of here, not to mention Higgs and his future plans… So I’ll be rooting for you to keep on doing what you can to make things better for us all. I don’t know if I can come up with anything else to help with that, but I’m willing to give it a try. Your support would be appreciated, too. Anyway, I’m prepping some cargo I’d like taken to South Fort Knot. You’re headed that way, right? Be warned that this cargo can explode if handled improperly and should be considered extremely dangerous. So if and when you take this main order, handle it with the utmost care. Good luck with everything. I’ll see you around.
The President: Sam—apologies for the sudden call. Once again, I’m contacting you via our dedicated private line. No one else will be able to listen in on our conversation. I’ll get to the point: has Charlie ever behaved in a manner you felt was suspicious? I ask because his credibility, as routinely calculated by APAS, appears to have dropped sharply. Despite attempting to confirm his credentials via the UCA’s National ID registry, it does not appear anyone has ever actually met the man. It may well be the case that he does not even exist. A “ghost,” so to speak. I can only hope that my suspicions are unfounded. For now, Sam, proceed to South Fort Knot and put it on the chiral network as planned. It is imperative that we improve the DHV Magellan’s capabilities to better contend with Higgs and his forces, and the sooner we connect all of Australia to the network, the better. When you are ready to proceed, you can pick up your next main order from the delivery terminal at this facility.
The Tar Therapist: Hello, and welcome to my humble abode. You must be… a porter? Ah, of course—you’ve brought a delivery for me. Excellent. I’ll assess its condition right away. No way… You actually found this thing!? That’s amazing. You are… special! Of that I have no doubt. A Q-pid? Ah, so that’s why you and Drawbridge are out here. Very well—please connect me to your network!
The Tar Therapist: What a fascinating experience, this chiral network… Like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I’m a tar therapist, by the way. I head people and fix natural anomalies with methods rooted in my own independent study of tar. My theories have other applications, too, such as one relating to the golden hunters which emerge from the currents. You see, I believe they can be launched from the DHV Magellan’s cannons to render aid. To avail yourself of their services, you would need only request fire support from the vessel. And when deployed against human belligerents in this fashion, the Golden Hunters utilize tar to hinder and entrap their prey. But be warned that you can only call upon them within network coverage. And use them wisely, okay?
Sam: A tar therapist?
The Tar Therapist: Tar is not only intrinsically entwined with the other side, but also exerts an influence on human health and other natural phenomena. If applied correctly, we can use it to resolve all manner of physical and mental imbalances. I’ve begun putting my theories into practice here. You can learn all about it by reading the corpus. Oh, yes—you’ve met the Phantom Smith already, haven’t you? He’s one of the few who truly grasps what I’m trying to accomplish here. With his continued support and the aid of the chiral network, I firmly believe I can develop even better applications.
Sam: Launching golden hunters?
The Tar Therapist: As you may know, all manner of hunters dwell within the tar currents. When golden hunters are alerted to the presence of humans, they attempt to bind them with tar and ferry them to the other side. I ran a few simulations with APAS, which have already produced results. The power of the network is unmatched, isn’t it? Anyway, they confirm that the DHV Magellan should be able to summon Golden Hunters and launch them with its auxiliary cannon. To do so with acceptable accuracy requires network coverage, so this won’t always be an option. But consider deploying them against human enemies if you can. There’s zero risk of triggering a voidout, so no need to hold back.
Sam: I need to head out.
The Tar Therapist: Thank you for taking the time to come see me. Do visit again. I’ll be waiting for you.
Pierre Southern: Well! Hazardous materials notwithstanding, I see you got here in a timely fashion. One moment while I confirm the cargo’s condition. Marvelous. This is in absolutely impeccable condition. Well now, this was not a delivery I was expecting you to bring to my door. I’m on the cusp of a breakthrough thanks to you. Let’s both continue to give it our all. Go ahead and connect your Q-pid.
Pierre Southern: On the network at last, eh? I’ve been waiting for this moment for so very long. This should enable me to increase the pace of my research into now defensive solutions. As for the cargo you brought me, it’s the culmination of the Phantom Smith’s recent efforts. I applied a few finishing touches, and voilà. I can now share with you the data for a chiral cannon. It is a devastatingly powerful weapon that can be mounted onto pickup off-roaders. You’ll find it deals unparalleled damage to BTs, as well as ghost mechs. Which might come in handy, since it’s not just Armed Survivalists that’ve been sighted recently—it’s ghost mechs, too. It’s hard to say, but Higgs might be up to something… So that’s all the more reason to have weapons suited to dealing with his minions. Ideally, this cannon would only be effective against BTs and mechs… Unfortunately though, such firepower is more than enough to kill any human outright, so please use it wisely. In addition, I’m happy to share some new pickup off-roader tires that will significantly improve its traction. You can swap them in and out as you like when customizing your vehicles. I highly recommend using these if you’re planning to tackle a snow-covered mountain.
Sam: What kind of research do you do here?
Pierre Southern: In the wake of the Death Stranding, we’ve been witness to all manner of new and unknown phenomena. The research team to which I belong has worked to classify said phenomena, that we might determine which can be leveraged for practical applications. The Phantom Smith is also one of our numbers. The two of us shared a mentor, as it happens—the man responsible for developing the navigational systems of the DHV Magellan. His influence is largely why I study vehicles and related tech. We don’t yet know why ghost mechs are able to operate outside of chiral network coverage, but we do have a working theory. And if the underlying principles of this theory prove true, we could take advantage of them. Fortunately, the cargo you’ve brought may well hold the answers to many outstanding questions. I strongly suspect we’ll make rapid progress in the days to come—meaning you can look forward to even more new and exciting creations.
Sam: How does this chiral cannon work?
Pierre Southern: It fires chiral particles at an extremely high velocity. Its considerable size makes it impractical to carry, so we’ve designed it to be mounted on pickup off-roaders instead. Whilst it needs a moment to charge before it can be fired, it boasts tremendous stopping power. And it will automatically track hostile targets, allowing you to engage with ease whilst driving. Giant BTs and ghost mechs are tougher than ever these days. It’s truly unfortunate but, we have no choice but to rely on weapons of this caliber. A necessary escalation to combat Higgs and his forces. But I must also reiterate that due to the destructive potential of this cannon, it should never be used where humans may be harmed.
Sam: See you.
Pierre Southern: Thank you again for your help. I’ll be sure to continue my research into ghost technology in the days ahead. I intend to look into ways of ensuring we have greater freedom of movement with our vehicles, even in dangerous areas. Any assistance you can provide would be greatly appreciated. Oh! Before you go, I have a parting gift for you. A gift I was instructed to give you by my mentor. This cargo will allow you to enhance the DHV Magellan’s weaponry—per Tarman’s request, I believe. I’ll need some time to prepare it for transport, though. In the meantime, please avail yourself of the private room here. I’ll be sure to post the order by the time you wake up. So, go on, and have a good nap.
The President: Sam. It’s me. Our enemies have grown bolder and more aggressive, but I see you were all able to fend them off in the end. Chiral network coverage now stands in excess of eighty-five percent across Australia. We are already seeing indications of plate gate formation in the near future as well. Just a bit more, Sam. I know you and your comrades will finish what we’ve started. And to prepare for what’s to come, I encourage you to rest in your private room. Be advised, Sam, that I’ve switched this call to private mode. We need to talk about Charlie. I reviewed the contract between APAC and Drawbridge and followed the money. By doing so, I was able to confirm that funding for Drawbridge was provided by none other than Bridges. Though they used intermediaries to obfuscate the transactions, Bridget is undoubtedly the source of your patron’s funds. In other words, Drawbridge cannot be considered as an independent civilian organization. Should these details come to light… Your attempts to integrate Mexico and Australia into the chiral network could be misconstrued as an expansionist effort. When I tasked Drawbridge with these missions, it was under the assumption that it was a non-government operation. But I, APAC, and you yourselves may have all been deceived. I will continue to pursue this investigation for now. Take this time to rest and recover in your private room.
AED: Administering shock. Stand clear.
Heartman: Just like old times.
Sam: Where are we?
Heartman: This palace does wonders for my mood. The repairs to the DHV Magellan are still ongoing. So I thought to return here and see if I couldn’t make progress with our Lou investigation.
Sam: Learn anything new?
Heartman: Well, at the Motherhood’s facility, we managed to confirm that Lou’s original serial number was none other than “BB-00.” And this is what I found when I attempted to search for associated records. To build the chiral network, nine sacrificial BBs were prepared. However, the network’s original design required only one. A single sacrificial BB unit facilitating chiral communications across the entire North American continent. This approach called for what was dubbed a Core Bridge Baby. And BB-00 was the lucky candidate assigned to play this role. However, Bridges subsequently abandoned the idea… their tests having failed to yield the desired results. And so it was that the model requiring multiple sacrificial BBs was ultimately adopted.
Dollman: Meanwhile, Lou was placed into storage for an extended period… And for reasons yet unknown inherited the identity of BB-28.
Heartman: Records indicate that the Bridges research team was responsible for the reclassification.
Dollman: Were they trying to cover up the earlier experiments by falsifying Lou’s production year, perhaps? Or did Bridges have some other hidden agenda?
Heartman: I’m afraid that remains unclear.
Dollman: Well, we now know Lou was born eleven years ago. There may very well have been a connection with Neil.
Heartman: You know, my fondness for this place isn’t wholly nostalgic… It has the most delightful hot springs, you see. Though, truth be told, even they aren’t my favorite thing about it… If you can find the time, you should come visit. Give the old bones a soak.
Dollman: Ohh… a warm bath does sound good… mmm!
Heartman: The perfect treat for a weary traveler. Anyway—I’ll see you aboard the Magellan.
Tarman: Do you read me, Sam? This is Tarman. I’ve relocated my hand at last—out there on the currents, bobbing along like before. Now that our connection has been reestablished, I should finally be in a position to wrap repairs on the ship. But that won’t be enough for what’s coming. We need to improve our weaponry as well. South Fort Knot is home to an exceptional researcher. It so happens that they were instrumental in the construction of this fine vessel. And they’re preparing the latest and greatest weapons for our use as we speak. Just a few more hurdles, Sam. Access the South Fort Knot delivery terminal and take care of the main order for me.
Dollman: I daresay Tomorrow may have mastered her unique abilities. She can complete the apple-aging flawlessly, and with remarkable consistency. It’s been a boon for her confidence, and I’m ever so happy for her—as I’m sure you are as well.
Lucy (vision): Thank you for coming. They’re after my child. You’re the father.
Pierre Southern: Hello Sam. Feeling rested and refreshed? I’ve finished preparing your next delivery for you. The equipment to enhance the DHV Magellan’s weaponry. You’ll find it utilizes cutting-edge technology. The fruits of our recent research. Oh, and my mentor also asks that you deliver a hearty “G’day” to Tarman. Anyway, take on the main order, and pick up the cargo.
The President: Sam. You’ll forgive me for using our private line again. I did a deep dive into the DHV Magellan’s provenance. While it is indeed a civilian vessel that has been retrofitted for this mission, the financing for that work appears to have come from Bridget’s own accounts—just like the funding for Drawbridge itself. It would be fair to say that this would make it a government vessel, in effect. Charlie was involved in all of the relevant transactions as well. This only increases the likelihood that Charlie has connections to the UCA. Of course, it now seems likely that Charlie does not exist. In which case, these actions may have actually been the work of APAC. If everything—including the extension of network infrastructure—was simply a pretext for territorial expansion… Then it’s plain our company has made a grave error. Further investigation is warranted, but that will require a little more time. As will the DHV Magellan’s repairs, for that matter. This is a delicate situation that requires caution. And we cannot afford to ignore the threat that Higgs poses, either. As such, your best course of action is to continue to undertake main orders and prioritize linking up the remainder of the continent. As always, I will contact you if and when I learn more. Don’t let us down, Sam.
Deadman: Sam, it’s Deadman. Heartman is away on the Beach, so I’ve taken the liberty of borrowing his Ha again in his absence. I’ve also been making use of my own time on the Beach to scour the UCA database for answers about BB-00. As I told you before, it’s much easier to get around their security from here. We previously thought that BB-00 was placed into storage and reclassified as BB-28… And that this was done by Bridges to conceal the existence of the Core Bridge Baby program from the public. However, it turns out that information was falsified. And now we know what really happened. Bridges intended to decommission and suppose of BB-00, but someone intervened behind the scenes. They ensured that BB-00 was spared and sent to a storage facility, where it received the BB-28 serial number. Per the official records, however, BB-00 was decommissioned—and Bridges had no reason to believe otherwise. So, who do you think was behind this deception? Well, I determined which account was used to manipulate the BB records. It was registered to a Bridges member with the highest-level access permissions. As you may have guessed, Sam, it was the leader of the first expedition. Amelie. And she did it all just to protect Lou.
Dollman: It was Amelie? I can’t believe she went to such lengths… It was thanks to her that you could even meet Lou in the first place, then…
Tarman: Welcome back, Sam. I see you come bearing gifts! Just give me a moment to check your cargo. Strewth Sam, this cargo’s in flawless condition! You’re in a class of your own. Here’s a little something for you. Feel free to use it. We’ll prep the main cannon for immediate use, and look into making improvements to the other armaments as well. It won’t be long now till the DHV Magellan is fully operational. Fragile and the others should be back soon, too. Anyway, I’d better hurry up and see to the remaining repairs. Thanks again, Sam.
Charlie: Sam. Your next objective will also be your last: Terminal Fort Knot. To put them on the grid, you’ll first need to link up the Southern Environmental Observatory. It’s safe to assume that this final step will be the most challenging yet. For now, you should rest in the private room to ensure you’re well-prepared for what’s to come.
Charlie: Sam, the next site you’ll be putting on the grid is the Southern Environmental Observatory. But there have been some developments. Armed Survivalists have established a base in between us and the observatory, and they’ve also set up some chiral jammers. Now we won’t be able to proceed with our plans until they’re out of commission. And that’s not our only concern. Ghost mechs have been spotted in the region. We have every reason to assume that they’re making preparations to hinder our efforts. I’m afraid it’s only going to get tougher from here on out. Once you’ve finalized your preparations, accept this main order from the delivery terminal.
Dollman: While you were resting, Fragile and the others made it back to the ship safe and sound. They were able to procure all the materials we needed without any issue. Tarman has just finished installing our new main cannon. He said it’ll be some time before it’s fully operational, though. Even so, the DHV Magellan has been restored, thanks to our combined efforts. Now it’s time for us to do what we can, and to finish what we’ve started. Apropos of nothing… Pierre Southern of South Fort Knot, was it? To think his mentor was instrumental to the development of the DHV Magellan’s propulsion systems… One could go so far as to say that he’s one of our vessel’s many fathers. Apropos of nothing… You and Neil Vana have a stronger connection than I realized. There must be some reason why he keeps appearing before you in that mysterious realm. Admittedly, while we’ve only seen a few pieces of the larger puzzle… It may lead to discoveries you might struggle to accept. Nevertheless, I commend you for your courage in facing your past head on thus far. I say this with the utmost sincerity. You know, Sam, I was just thinking… When you consume a chronobiote, your perception of the world around you dramatically slows down for a brief period. It’s not hard to imagine why that’d be beneficial in the middle of a fight. You’ll have a much easier time lining up your shots, and you’d see enemy attacks coming long before they had a chance to hit you. I’m reminded of the difference in the passage of time experienced when we’re on the Beach. It stands to reason that both phenomena might be caused by microbes from the Beach, and their effects on our bodies when ingested.
Tarman: Did you sleep well, Sam? Repairs to the DHV Magellan are now complete. We’re ready for you to chart our next course. The main cannon has been fitted as well, but it’ll take a while for it to be calibrated. I’ll let you know when it’s ready for use. Anyway, the new and improved DHV Magellan is now at your service. Finish off anything you need to do out there… Then prepare to continue expanding the chiral network. We’re counting on you, Sam.
Charlie: Sam. This is Charlie. Your next order requires that you accomplish two specific objectives. First of all… You are to proceed to the Armed Survivalists’ base and destroy all the chiral jammers you find there. So long as even a single one remains active, you will be unable to use your Q-pid to link up the next facility. It is therefore essential that you remove this impediment before proceeding any further. Our latest reports indicate that there are hostiles on site who are equipped with electromagnetic shields. This would give them a significant defensive advantage, so engaging them head-on in a firefight may lead to a prolonged and difficult struggle. If you intend to go on the offensive, consider the properties of your weapons carefully before deciding which ones to bring with you. After you have destroyed all the chiral jammers at the enemy’s base… Head directly to the Southern Environmental Observatory. A contingent of ghost mechs has been sighted dangerously close to the facility. We need to bring it onto the chiral network before these mechs can get into position and prevent us from doing so. Once you’ve extended network coverage, the DHV Magellan can move there to provide support. There’s no time to waste, Sam.
Gregory Southall: You’re a welcome sight, mate. Not sure we’d have survived if you hadn’t shown up when you did. Lemme check your order info. Had a rough go of it, I see. But that’s on me for asking too much. You know, I can’t imagine what would’ve happened to this place if you’d never come along. I really can’t. And now we can finally get on the chiral network. Connect that Q-pid of yours.
Gregory Southall: Connection established without issue. That’s a relief. Our staff have all been taking shelter underground on account of the emergency situation. But now I think we can relax a little bit. More accurate observations ought to help, too. Speaking of which, we’ve detected abrupt chiral field disruptions in several locations. Indicative of plate gate emergence, I reckon. Keep expanding network coverage and we’ll find out soon enough. Unfortunately, though, the tar currents near our facility are still looking awfully rough. So, we can’t declare our emergency resolved just yet. The DHV Magellan won’t be able to join you here either. It’s gonna take some work to get to the bottom of this mess. I’m afraid I can’t do much for you given the circumstances, but I’ll be sure to thank you properly later. Just know that we’re all really grateful. Take care, mate.
Dollman: Uh-oh, guitar goblin! Sam! Are you ok?! Sam!
Higgs: You know, truth be told, I don’t really care if you and your crew link up the continent or not.
Dollman: Sam!
Higgs: Cuz I’m here just for one reason…
Dollman: Sam! Get up!
Higgs: And that’s to make you suffer. Can’t kill a repatriate for good. But boy, you’re about to learn… there’s far worse things than dying. So… let’s kick it off with some pain! Oh yeah… My “everlasting flamethrower” here has a little bit of an appetite for chiralium. So—the moment you come back from the Seam all covered in the stuff… The flames roar to life… Body starts to burn once more. You will writhe in agony. And then you will die… and you’ll return once more. Nothing you can do to get you out of it. And it won’t be long before the pain becomes more than physical. So you all caught up now? On that thing and its colorful past. The whole “child of a partner who betrayed you once upon a time” thing, I mean. Yeah… that’s it! Suffer for me baby! Ain’t no turning gazer for you, Sam. No crossing over to the other side. So suffer! Yeah, suffer… Rue the day you were born! (sings) I’ll stay, with you By your side Close your tired eyes And I’ll wait, and soon I’ll see your smile In our dream And I, won’t wake before you go And I, still hear your heart beat
Fragile: Sam! Sam! What did he do to you!?
Higgs: Oops… Catch you later.
Fragile: He’s stuck in a loop of death and resurrection. Before his Ha is completely incinerated, he returns to us… His body is restored, only to be burned again. Don’t. Even if… Even if you speed up time, the flames won’t die.
Tomorrow: Come on, Sam, come on! I don’t know what to do!
Tarman: We’ve extended chiral network coverage all the way to the Southern Environmental Observatory—and it’s all thanks to Sam. His injuries have completely healed, too. Deadman—by way of Heartman’s Ha—said as much after he finished his examination.
Deadman: Trust me, Fragile—I’m a doctor. And I know Sam’s body better than just about anyone. He’s doing fine, no need to worry. Thanks to a healthy dose of Rainy’s corefall, he’s as good as new—or “right as rain,” as you might say. Even for a repatriate, to die and be resurrected so many times in quick succession… I feared the worst—it’s a miracle he made it through!
Tarman: I’m sorry to say that the tar currents near the Southern Environmental Observatory are still unstable. Consequently, we’ll need to keep the DHV Magellan here to defend the facility for the time being. All things considered, paving the way to Terminal Fort Knot is a herculean task, and Sam’s going to have to dig deep to see it done.
Deadman: Don’t worry. Sam’s up for the challenge.
Dollman: Thanks to Tarman and Deadman’s efforts, his Ha may have made a full recovery, but the same can’t be said of his Ka. And this journey was also meant to give Sam’s mind an opportunity to heal. Isn’t that right, Fragile? Soon we’ll have linked up our final objective. This will mark the end of our travels together. Which means the time to have that conversation with Sam is fast approaching. I believe we should tell him sooner rather than later, but what do you think? Well… perhaps I should broach the subject first, hm?
Dollman: Something wrong?
Sam: Lou’s not looking right in there.
Dollman: Here, show me.
Sam: What do you think? It’s almost like Lou’s fading away.
Dollman: Is that so? Then I’d say we’re making progress.
Sam: I don’t understand.
Dollman: She asked me to help.
Sam: What?
Dollman: Before we set out on our journey together. Fragile. She asked me to help you. To act as your therapist so that you could process the loss of your child. Sam, hear me out. Lou’s been gone for a long, long time now.
Sam: No, Lou’s right here. We just traveled across Australia together. I’ll show you.
Dollman: The pod you brought on this journey has been empty from the start. The truth is, I’m the one who’s been operating your odradek. And it’s because of that connection that I was able to share your flashbacks. Do you see? Nothing has changed. The pod has always been empty. We decided not to dispute what you said you saw, but to give you the support you needed instead. In this way, we believed we could help you come to terms with Lou’s death.
Sam: Wait—What do you mean, “Lou’s death?” What’re you talking about?
Fragile: Please understand, Sam. We never meant to string you along.
Dollman: Fragile was only worried about you.
Fragile: I couldn’t stand to leave you there, broken. I wanted you to live, to move forward.
Sam: So from the beginning, Lou was never there? I’ve been alone this whole time?
Fragile: You’re wrong. Death can’t tear us apart. We’ll always be connected.
Sam: No, we won’t. Lou’s gone… and that’s that.
Fragile: Trust me, Sam. We will always be with you, no matter what. You will never, ever be alone.