Chapter 1: Nightmare in the Floating City of Saraband
Saraband Governer’s District
Script typed up by: Lineage
This is the camp of the Imperial army! It's off-limits to weak Republican dogs like you! Don't you know that?
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You don't seem to quite understand the relationship between the Empire and the Republic. Both Barrand and all of the Republic used to be part of the Empire. When you defected, you basically took what belonged to us. That's why we can't forgive you.
Hah! I almost admire your attitude. But, if you bump into any other Imperial soldiers, they won't share the same opinion, and you're as good as dead. If you understand that, you'd better turn around. OK?
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King Benetram is a filthy swine, and I wouldn't put anything past him. If this peace conference fails, and he finds out that Emperor Domaric will not return Barrand... What ploy will he use next?
If I'm not mistaken, you're... Synbios. Aren't you the son of the ex-Imperial General Conrad? I heard that your father was greatly respected as a general of the Empire. He would have been better off staying there. I wonder why he defected?
Stop, Republic soldiers!
This is looking rather grim, Grace...
What's so grim about it, Republic soldiers?!
I think... we've come to a bad place. I think we should... turn around now.
Oh no, wait a sec! You people must be spies... Do you think we would let go of spies so easily?
You come to the Imperial stationing area and think you can get away with it? I think we need to beat some sense into your thick skulls.
Hey, I don't like your tone! Are you challenging us? You actually think that you're worthy enough to fight us...?
HA! You think you can fight us on our own turf? And still win?
There's only one way to find out... Better get ready, you'll find out it's hard to win a battle when you've lost an arm, or two.
All right, hold it right there!
Oh ho! You must be Sir Campbell of the Empire and... I believe you are the Emperor's son, Prince...
That gentleman over there is Sir Dantares. Some say he is even stronger than I.
Even stronger than Sir Campbell...?
Boy, we chose a fine guy to pick a fight with...
I won't try to force you to stop... but if I were you... I woudn't fight him... So, what will you do? Well, it seems you have been quite rude to these people. I wonder if they will forgive you?
The soldiers are dismissed
Your timely arrival saved us some unpleasantness.
Don't mention it... I simply said that to spare a few Imperial soldiers' lives...
It is we, the Imperial army, who must apologize to you for acting so rudely.
If we keep going on like this with the formalities, it'd take an eternity.
I saw you fight in the battle at the border awhile back, Sir Dantares. I don't look forward to facing you on the battlefield anytime soon.
I was about to say the same thing, Sir Campbell. Your repulation in battle preceeds you.
Is the person next to you, by any chance, Lord Synbios? The son of Lord Conrad, the great general?
Your father is still considered a hero in the Empire. So, you are his son...
Either way, it cannot be just a coincidence that we met like this in the Imperial district...
Coincidence... possibly... To tell you the truth, we are investigating the masked monks...
I see now... those explosives were for this occasion...
Well... that much is obvious... However... for what reason?
We don't know what these monks are after yet, but for the moment we should return to our respective camps and assess the damages.
Lord Synbios, we must head back... The timing is unfortunate as I think we have much in common. Let us be sure to talk again.
Let's hurry back to our camp, too.
Trying to go down further in western district
Let's stop gathering information for now and get back to the camp.
What... What is happening here...? I mustn't panic at a time like this... One wrong move, and I'll get hurt.
A... An attack... It is an enemy attack... My back has give out... I cannot move...
What, what, what??? The leaders of the Empire and the Republic are here! Where's the attack coming from? I see, it must be some third country. I must hurry back to my post. But, OUCH...! I sprained my ankle...