SEAFORT THE DESERTER - 760
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The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_main_hub_reached"]
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The Deserter: "I ain't going anywhere."
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You: "I want to ask again about the people you don't like."
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Cuno: "Fuck yeah, this is happening," he comments breathlessly, in awe of the potential violence implied.
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Half Light: The danger levels here are hard to read. One moment he's a fire, the next -- a fire gone out.
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You: Let it vanish.
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Encyclopedia: It's almost as if they were never there. Only the rifle remains, cradled by the old man.
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The Deserter: "In Graad they sang 'Brave Children, Favourites of History' and in Hsin-Yao it was..." He struggles to remember, then gives up. "...some Samaran shit, I guess."
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Encyclopedia: In Hsin-Yao they sang "Boy with a Scythe / Golden Sun."
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You: "It's as he said: it's a Triangong. Made in Hsin-Yao."
"It's as you said. This is a Triangong."
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The Deserter: IsKimHere()
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You: "That's insane."
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The Deserter: "It's not how a human being should live, but I had to..." He grimaces, clearly in pain. "...I couldn't just forget. I couldn't just forget what I saw."
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The Deserter: IsTHCPresent("communist") and Variable["seafort.deserter_revolution_is_possible"]
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Conceptualization: So that's why he's 'the deserter.'
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Suggestion: What *has* he done? Perhaps a confession will lighten the load...
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Kim Kitsuragi: "Yes -- what? To get things going again..." The lieutenant steps closer. "Fan the flame?"
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The Deserter: "There is no flame to fan." He stares right through at him, blinking his dark eyes. "There is nothing left -- of the world, of our dreams."
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The Deserter: "The combined might of international capital, all at once -- all the greed and terror in the world -- tore into Revachol. It lifted streets from the ground and turned houses into ghosts. We were in the flak tower..." He gestures toward it.
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The Deserter: "...huddled on the floor. The artillery was eighty kilometres away in Ozonne but I *knew*, I knew the Commune would fall. We would all be turned into ash. So I said I was going to the map room..." He looks east.
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The Deserter: The old man does not say more. Those black eyes of his keep piercing you, as he looks to some great distance and shakes his head slowly -- retreating from it.
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Conceptualization: These eyes are charred black by the images that have entered them.
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The Deserter: IsKimHere()
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Kim Kitsuragi: "Now is not the time, detective..." The lieutenant says, gently.
"Now is not the time, Lieutenant-Yefreitor..." The lieutenant says, gently.
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The Deserter: "I had to. I *had* to fight it. I could not stop anymore..." The old man falls silent. His black eyes keep piercing your skin as he looks to some great distance behind you, shaking his head slowly -- retreating from it.
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You: "That's right. I'm with the good guys."
"That's right. We're with the good guys."
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The Deserter: "Murderers..." He stares at the embers, then into your eyes. "You're the RCM -- you represent the Moralist International, the enemies of humanity, who took this city. I represent their adversary, le Parti communiste d'Insulinde."
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The Deserter: "Take me to them as a prisoner of war. I have relinquished my weapon, I can no longer serve. No superiors can relieve me of my duty, you bulldozed them all to a mass grave for trying to free humanity..." His hand shakes and he breaks into a coughing fit.
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The Deserter: "If the Party had surrendered -- then it would not be the Party."
He just wipes the blood from his chin.
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You: "Understood."
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You: "That's insane."
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You: "Honourable."
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The Deserter: "The what now?" He cups his ear. "I can't hear you."
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You: "Nothing."
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You: "Did you recently tell two kids to put out their fire? Two twins."
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You: "We have *drouamine*. And other opioid based painkillers. You must be in pain."
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The Deserter: "I *have* been running out of that stuff..." A light goes on in his eyes. He smacks his dry lips.
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The Deserter: He looks at you, his face parched from the sun and the wind -- there's a wince of pain in there somewhere.
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Empathy: Are they not heartbroken? How could they have moved on?
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The Deserter: "I do." He coughs.
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You: "Ever smoke them on the mainland?" (Point to Land's End.)
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The Deserter: "And others too. Some cordons of Revachol were still fighting. There were cells, I tried to contact them..." He shakes his head. "Soon they all went silent. The frequencies, dead."
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You: "How did you get between here and the mainland?"
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The Deserter: "At night. I used a dinghy..." He nods toward the deflated tyre in the reeds. "I only went after dark then. When I got to the city I stayed underground. Patrols. You lot. The commons too, they'd started snitching..."
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The Deserter: "Sleeping..." He coughs. "Some nights. Ammo-scrounging on others. Those Magraves were shit even before they corroded -- some had bullets in the chamber, however."
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Visual Calculus: You *feel* the dots connecting. Little dots on the map he's walked across.
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You: Not important.
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Savoir Faire: Are you sure? Forget about it then...
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The Deserter: The old man looks across the water: at the city, the ruins, the motorways rising above it...
The old man looks inland: at the city, the ruins, the motorways rising above it. The new *batiments* twinkling in the night sky.
The old man looks inland: at the city, the ruins, the motorways rising above it. The new *batiments* twinkling in the evening sky.
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The Deserter: The old man stares at the reeds. His face shows no emotion -- only a faint tremor passes over his features, like a leaf in the wind.
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Jump to: [Cuno: ""The fuck?!" Cuno's looking at you..."]
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Cuno: "The fuck?!" Cuno's looking at you like you just shat yourself.
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You: "No, I really am a communist. I have communist thoughts in my head."
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You: "Okay maybe I'm not."
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You: "Liberast?"
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Jump to: [The Deserter: ""What?!" The old man's eyes fill wi..."]
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Savoir Faire: The *position*? Sounds like a hiding place...
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The Deserter: "Fire-guy..." He shakes his head. "Regressive bourgeoisie henchman. Can't even talk like a grown up."
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INTRO HUB
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You: "Sorry for disturbing you. Good bye."
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You: i wanna see phasmid with kim
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You: "You don't like this uniform?" (Gesture toward your coat.)
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You: "Did you close the blast door?"
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You: "Sir, I need you to put down that gun so we can talk further. I'm with the police." (Proceed.)
"Sir, I need you to put down that gun so we can talk further. We're with the police." (Proceed.)
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You: i wanna see phasmid with cuno
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You: "I'm with the police. You can keep the gun, but keep it down. Not *one* move." (Proceed.)
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You: "The Hsin-Yao Commune?"
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You: "Nice gun you got there."
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You: "You've retained your eyesight."
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You: "Are you the *fire-guy*?"
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You: "Your weapon has stayed true to you. Mine has stayed true to me too." (Put your hand on your belt.)
"Your weapon has stayed true to you. Mine has stayed true to me too." (Show him the gun in your hand.)
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Authority: It's a good line, but your voice slips on *commander*, producing a little squeak. Sounds like you're afraid.
It's a good line but your voice slips on *commander*, producing a miserly little squeak. Sounds like you're afraid.
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The Deserter: "A big time operator of the pederast army. How about I keep it, huh? Hand it over to a real killer. A *briscade*."
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Encyclopedia: It's war time slang for an experienced soldier of high rank. From the days of the Revolution in Revachol.
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Jump to: [The Deserter: ""It's out of bullets." The old man..."]
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The Deserter: "It's out of bullets." The old man lays the rifle down, carelessly -- then stares at it, just lying there.
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The Deserter: "The future teaches you to be alone."
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Conceptualization: The present...
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You: "What is La Revacholière?"
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The Deserter: "It is the anthem of the World Revolution." His eyes remain fixed on the sky. "One of three."
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The Deserter: "It's the *drugs* you're all on. Druggies, winos, and whores..." He closes his eyes in disgust.
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Drama: There was something there -- when he said *talked to her*? He was curious...
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The Deserter: Variable["TASK.ballistics_analysis_done"]
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Variable["TASK.ballistics_analysis_done"]
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Kim Kitsuragi: "It doesn't matter if it was made in Shantih-Shantih. All it has to do is use jacketed ammunition. And it does."
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Kim Kitsuragi: "Worn. Personalized even. Looks like this weapon has seen a lot of use. Hasn't it, sir?"
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Jump to: [Half Light: "Embers going out."]
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Half Light: Embers going out.
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The Deserter: "Yes. Recruited from Jamrock in '07, trained in the Ecole de Contrôle Aérien; consigned to emergency defence duties in '08."
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The Deserter: "I left my unit on the eve of the Landing. When I returned here on May 14th the Commune had fallen. Still armed -- and *ideologically trained* -- I wrote a criticism of myself. And resumed partisan duties."
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You: Say nothing.
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The Deserter: "The fascists were right about rock-and-roll. It *is* degenerate... Hip-gyrating mental illness music."
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The Deserter: IsKimHere()
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Kim Kitsuragi: "Told you we shouldn't play Sad FM."
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The Deserter: IsCunoInParty()
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The Deserter: "Women *are* more susceptible to bourgeois morals." He blinks his black eyes. "The material base for an uprising has eroded, the working class has betrayed mankind and themselves..."
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The Deserter: "The historic opportunity for a revolution has passed. It will not come back anymore. However hard I try, whatever I do."
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You: This is not the time to push.
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The Deserter: The old man suddenly looks around, confused. "What *can* I do? What is there..."
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The Deserter: "For Reaction to take hold."
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You: "Yes. We all have a tiny bourgeois person in us, trying to run away."
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You: "What's Reaction?"
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You: "It wasn't Reaction -- you were just afraid."
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You: "And when was this exactly?"
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You: "I understand. Communists are natural cowards. Quantity over quality."
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The Deserter: "The mask of humanity fall from capital. It has to take it off to kill everyone -- everything you love; all the hope and tenderness in the world. It has to take it off, just for one second. To do the deed."
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The Deserter: "And then you see it. As it strangles and beats your friends to death... the sweetest, most courageous people in the world." He's silent for a second. "You see the fear and power in its eyes. Then you *know*."
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You: "That's definitely enough now."
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You: "You've lost your mind."
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You: "You mean the Landing? Retaking of Revachol?"
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The Deserter: "Coalition military called it Operation *Death Blow*." He winces. "I later found out, on the radio. They called it..."
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The Deserter: "Sure you are, you're RCM. Answer me -- who calls an operation against 50 million people *Death Blow*?"
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You: "Tell me something else."
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You: "Murderers. I know what you mean."
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You: "Coalition military."
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You: "Someone who's come to end this madness."
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You: "But you said you were trained and assigned to the Defence Corps."
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The Deserter: "Trained," he nods, "in *historical materialism*, then assigned as a *political commissar*. By the Party. These things used to mean something."
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You: (Point to yourself.) "I'm also a communist."
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You: Say nothing.
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You: "By the way, I'm a fascist."
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You: "I'm a nationalist by the way."
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You: "I'm a revolutionary too. Today the real revolutionizing is done by entrepreneurs."
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You: "I'm not really into politics myself."
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You: (Point to yourself.) "I'm a moralist."
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The Deserter: "I've been throwing up blood since winter. Red, like beet root -- been passing it in stool too..."
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Visual Calculus: He does seem frail, gaunt for his age, more like 75 than 65. Trouble putting on weight could mean cancer.
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You: "Understood."
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The Deserter: He coughs, then looks to his feet, suddenly despondent.
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The Deserter: "It's disgusting..." He looks down at his shoes; his face parched from the sun and the wind -- there's a wince of pain in there somewhere.
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You: "So in the city you move... underground?"
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The Deserter: "From bunker to bunker..." He nods. "Not anymore, no one cares now, I don't even have to hide. They think I'm another antisocial vagrant. I could walk straight into that town if I wanted. I just..." He falls silent, his gaze fixed on the shacks huddled together across the water.
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You: "Why don't you just walk there?"
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The Deserter: "I don't want to. They're all traitors -- pigs, rabbits, and dogs. Men without ideals are only animals."
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You: "There's a small bunker under the Feld building. Have you stayed there?"
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The Deserter: "The propaganda bunker?" He coughs. "I used to, but not anymore."
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Savoir Faire: Wait! How did he get down there?
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The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_savoir_how_he_got_into_cache"]
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Kim Kitsuragi: "Storm drains?"
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The Deserter: "There used to be a system that connected the bunkers. Tunnels and such. Under the church and... everywhere. Most of them are gone now, collapsed -- just bricks. All the old infrastructure has..."
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The Deserter: "Traitors. It's better alone." He nods toward Martinaise. "I watched the people of this city turn the lights back on, more and more each year. Ruins, glimmering in the dark, like a fucking merry-go-round..."
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The Deserter: CheckEquipped("jacket_carabineer")
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The Deserter: "Loyalist clown uniform..." He clears his throat, pointing at your coat. "I see they sent the full *fasces*. Royal treatment."
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Empathy: Pride of the "at least we have this" kind. This is a cracked honour, a bitter pride. The man sounds like a *communard*. Be careful.
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The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_halflight_anti_jacket"]
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Variable["seafort.deserter_halflight_anti_jacket"]
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You: "One more time: what have you used this gun for?"
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Jump to: [The Deserter: ""What have I used it for..." He loo..."]
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You: "When did you first see the deceased?"
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Jump to: [The Deserter: ""Three weeks ago, when the rich hag..."]
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The Deserter: Variable["TASK.ballistics_analysis_done"]
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Variable["TASK.ballistics_analysis_done"]
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The Deserter: SetVariableValue("seafort.deserter_bullet_connection", true) --[[ Variable[ ]]
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The Deserter: IsKimHere()
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Jump to: [The Deserter: ""What?!" The old man's eyes fill wi..."]
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You: "Lieutenant Double-Yefreitor."
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The Deserter: "A big wheel of the 4th Regiment of the pederast army." He sighs. "To hell with it. It's a walking stick anyway...."
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You: "You don't even have a magazine."
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The Deserter: "You're right. It's a good thing I got one in the chamber."
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Interfacing: Oh, wait. Yes.
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Drama: Look at him raise his bushy brows. That's a lie. He's empty.
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Variable["seafort.deserter_main_hub_reached"]
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The Deserter: Variable["seafort.phasmid_has_arrived"]
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The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_prehub_reached"]
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The Deserter: "Fucking clowns..." He squeezes his eyelids shut and shakes his head slowly.
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The Deserter: "Fucking clown..." He squeezes his eyelids shut and shakes his head slowly.
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Jump to: [Kim Kitsuragi: ""No." The lieutenant aims his pisto..."]
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Kim Kitsuragi: "No." The lieutenant aims his pistol square at the man's head and says:
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You: "It's not wiped from the board. *I* remember it."
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The Deserter: "They wouldn't like hearing their name in your mouth. A damn dog..."
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The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_concept_sadness_and_so"]
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You: Let it be.
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You: "What did you say?"
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You: "How does it go -- the song?"
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You: "First, it wasn't *some Samaran shit*. It was 'Boy with a Scythe'..."
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You: "La Revacholière... I've heard that name, somewhere else. In a dream."
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You: "Thank you for clearing that up." (Conclude.)
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You: "When I said I've talked to *her* -- you were curious."
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The Deserter: "I've seen kids lose their minds and start *talking* to the city. Asking it to *protect* them, when the shelling gets bad. Calling it La Revacholière..."
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The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_ency_marching_song"]
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Variable["seafort.deserter_ency_marching_song"]
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Authority: Forget about that for a moment. You need to address that remark first.
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Authority: You need to address that remark.
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The Deserter: "Forty-three years... No." He looks into the fire -- a wisp of smoke rises from somewhere between the charred logs. "I've been on other islands too."
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The Deserter: "I was on Résurrection until they turned it into a *spa* in '18. Then I was on E48, a nameless sound, until the sea washed over it. Then I came back here. That was..." He thinks. "Twenty-two years ago."
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The Deserter: "The boat engine." He gestures north. "On the water..."
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Jump to: [INTRO HUB]
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The Deserter: "Girl Child Revolution."
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The Deserter: IsTHCPresent("communist")
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Shivers: Where it's morning. On Rue de Saint-Ghislaine, people are walking, the gas streetlights have already been switched off. Further inland, in Jamrock, the streets come alive with workers: men, women, children rushing -- muddy avenue after muddy avenue. The temperature is rising. Altocumulus clouds form above Precinct 41.
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The Deserter: Variable["TASK.light_graffito_on_fire_done"]
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The Deserter: "Always waiting." The old man turns his eyes from the shore and back to you.
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You: "For what?"
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You: "Once a deserter, always a deserter."
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The Deserter: "I have done everything a man can do. What have *you* done?"
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You: "What *have* you done then?"
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The Deserter: IsKimHere()
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The Deserter: "A second is all it took."
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You: "For what?"
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The Deserter: He does not seemingly react to what you said. Only his right brow moves a little.
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You: "What?"
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The Deserter: "That the bourgeois are not human."
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You: "Airships?"
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The Deserter: "Aerostatics. The Landing had started. I climbed out -- into hell. There were ships all above. Hissing, whirling, and men pouring out. The chain was submerged so I had to swim back. The fortress was half submerged too, shattered."
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Half Light: Some kind of great terror. Worse than you've ever seen.
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You: "Seen *what*?"
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The Deserter: "No you're not." He coughs. "You're a *liberast*."
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The Deserter: "No..." He shakes his head. "The *opposite* of that. A future human, not a human of the past."
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The Deserter: "No." He shakes his head: "Iblis -- Iblis calls it that."
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You: "Understood -- Iblis."
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The Deserter: He nods.
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The Deserter: "Rock and roll posturing..." He stares at the embers, then into your eyes. "You're the RCM -- you represent the Moralist International, the enemies of humanity, who took this city. I represent their adversary, le Parti communiste d'Insulinde."
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You: "That's a *choice*. You could have become self-employed. Create the system."
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The Deserter: "You're insane and grotesque. Everyone steals: vegetables, supplies. It's the life of a dog." He coughs once more, then puts his hand on his belly...
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The Deserter: "Yes." There's a smile on his dry lips. "That is true, droite. That is true. That's the punishment in the jungle."
"Yes." There's a smile on his dry lips. "That is true, comrade. That is true. That is the punishment in the jungle."
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Jump to: [deserter hub]
141->794
142
You: "Thank you for clearing that up." (Conclude.)
142->29
143
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
144
IsKimHere()
143->144
145
!(IsKimHere())
143->145
679
Kim Kitsuragi: "There were posters. Campaigns."
144->679
790
You: "What was it like?"
145->790
996
You: "Another thing..."
145->996
146
The Deserter: "So you finally found it." He looks at you -- then pulls the raincoat tighter around his neck. "There must have been a small squadron's worth of arms in there. Belle-Magraves, right?"
791
You: "They were."
146->791
1048
You: "They were damaged beyond use."
146->1048
147
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
148
IsKimHere()
147->148
149
!(IsKimHere())
147->149
148->84
290
You: "Storm drains?"
149->290
150
Half Light: Grand, violent pride swells in him.
206
The Deserter: IsCunoInParty()
150->206
151
Drama: Not in a million years does he believe Cuno is armed. Perhaps it's the best end he can hope for?
525
The Deserter: "It's out of bullets." The old man lays the rifle down, carelessly, then looks at it lying there.
151->525
152
volition_it
658
You: "You couldn't give up."
152->658
153
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_drouamine_seen"]
154
Variable["seafort.deserter_drouamine_seen"]
153->154
155
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_drouamine_seen"])
153->155
740
Electrochemistry: You also have Drouamine.
154->740
555
sickly_old_man
155->555
156
The Deserter: IsCunoInParty()
157
IsCunoInParty()
156->157
158
!(IsCunoInParty())
156->158
793
Cuno: "Hey..." The kid must have some idea. "You go to Martinaise lately? Cuno hasn't seen you around..."
157->793
698
Jump to: [hiding_deserter]
158->698
159
Jump to: [seafort.deserter_composure_white_suc ...]
11810082
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / DESERTER BONUS
159->11810082
160
You: "Iosef Lilianovich Dros, you're under arrest for the murder of the colonel."
"Iosef Lilianovich Dros, you're under arrest for the murder of Ellis Kortenaer."
"Iosef Lilianovich Dros, you're under arrest for the murder of the Krenel colonel here in Martinaise."
1056
Jump to: [TASK.extract_a_motive_done]
160->1056
162
IsCunoInParty()
161->162
163
!(IsCunoInParty())
161->163
162->98
474
Jump to: [The Deserter: ""Huh?" He leans closer with a stran..."]
163->474
164
The Deserter: ...then spits it out into the extinguished fire before him. He raises his black eyes, hooded by creased eyelids, to meet yours.
302
Perception (Sight): Unclouded by cataracts -- his eyesight is sharp.
164->302
165
The Deserter: IsCunoInParty()
166
IsCunoInParty()
165->166
167
!(IsCunoInParty())
165->167
209
Cuno: "Whoa... massive gun." Cuno looks at the weapon.
166->209
849
You: "How did you get hold of it?"
167->849
945
You: "A Samaran-made rifle."
167->945
168
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
169
IsKimHere()
168->169
170
!(IsKimHere())
168->170
169->477
573
The Deserter: IsCunoInParty()
170->573
363
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_modifier_drama_lying_about_bullet"]
171->363
218
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
172->218
173
The Deserter: "The present to be afraid and cold." The old man pulls back the hood of his plastic cape and looks up into the sky. It's blue grey, the same colour as the sea.
173->52
174
You: "Yes. In the church." (Point southwest.)
306
The Deserter: "God's shithouse." He chortles. "Should've taken it down like they did in Graad; dismantled it for firewood."
174->306
175
Shivers: The cold dissipates. The old man watches you, carefully.
518
Jump to: [seafort.deserter_drama_curious]
175->518
176
The Deserter: "Doubt it, dog..."
176->41
177
Empathy: He's liking this.
1015
Jump to: [gun_inspection]
177->1015
178
The Deserter: "Things keep falling apart if you don't tend to them."
178->121
179
Reaction Speed: Some kind of involuntary response? Something is slightly off with his motorics...
619
The Deserter: Variable["TASK.extract_a_confession_done"]
179->619
180
The Deserter: Variable["tc.insurcom"]
181
Variable["tc.insurcom"]
180->181
182
!(Variable["tc.insurcom"])
180->182
774
Visual Calculus: There, behind them, across the Delta -- the INSURCOM building. Coalition Government Insulindian Mission Control.
181->774
962
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
182->962
183
Empathy: It was dear to him. He resents forgetting it.
970
Encyclopedia: 'So if I can shoot rabbits then I can shoot fascists too' -- those are the next lines.
183->970
184
The Deserter: "Yes, I am from the Insulindian Citizens Militia. Recruited from Jamrock in '07, trained in the Ecole de Contrôle Aérien; consigned to emergency defence duties in '08."
184->650
185
The Deserter: IsMorning()
186
IsMorning()
185->186
187
!(IsMorning())
185->187
186->125
587
The Deserter: IsAfternoon()
187->587
188
You: "I come from there." (Point to the mainland.) "I can assure you, that is *not* what the people are planning."
321
The Deserter: "I am not a fool." He blinks his black eyes. "I know -- the material base for an uprising has eroded. The working class has betrayed mankind..."
188->321
189
You: Don't say it.
190
The Deserter: "What *can* I do?" The old man suddenly looks around, suddenly confused.
189->190
977
Jump to: [deserter hub]
190->977
191
The Deserter: "You're a lumpen with a gun." He looks away.
402
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
191->402
550
The Deserter: He looks away, to the sea, and lets out a cough.
192->550
193
Jump to: [political_ideological_officer]
822
political_ideological_officer
193->822
194
surrender!
194->24
600
You: "I'm not 'Coalition-appointed.' I just try to help people."
"We're not 'Coalition-appointed.' We just try to help people."
194->600
825
You: "We enforce the law. We keep these animals from killing each other."
194->825
1034
You: "I know what it looks like. But I have secret plans to turn the RCM into a Mazovian revolutionary unit."
194->1034
1035
You: "I'm with the RCM -- let's leave it at that."
"We're with the RCM -- let's leave it at that."
194->1035
195
The Deserter: "You're with the RCM --" He waves in your general direction. "The Coalition-appointed mob that oversees the occupation of Revachol. A so-called 'lieutenant'..."
195->194
196
Endurance: There's definitely something off with his body. Something more than just metabolism, or even cancer...
551
Jump to: [deserter hub]
196->551
197
The Deserter: "No you're not. You're part of the *meat shield*." He squints. "The human shield that surrounds the fascists. While they kill and rape. That's what *you* are."
197->402
198
The Deserter: "There's nothing to look over. The triage is in and it's black. Administer morphine. Moribund."
606
Jump to: [sickly_old_man]
198->606
200
IsKimHere()
199->200
201
!(IsKimHere())
199->201
407
Kim Kitsuragi: "In the city you move underground?"
200->407
201->79
202
You: "So you've been there?"
202->34
203
The Deserter: Variable["TASK.extract_a_motive_done"]
204
Variable["TASK.extract_a_motive_done"]
203->204
205
!(Variable["TASK.extract_a_motive_done"])
203->205
746
The Deserter: The old man stares despondently at the logs. It's like he's forgotten you're there...
204->746
339
The Deserter: IsKimHere() or IsCunoInParty()
205->339
207
IsCunoInParty()
206->207
208
!(IsCunoInParty())
206->208
997
Cuno: "Oh yeah... that's hard core, Cuno's gonna like this."
207->997
208->90
563
The Deserter: "It's actually quite light. It was sent to us by our brothers in the Hsin-Yao Commune. Military aid." He pats the rifle.
209->563
757
The Deserter: "It was sent to us by our brothers in the Hsin-Yao Commune. Military aid." He pats the rifle.
209->757
210
You: "Okay, you can keep it -- but keep the gun down while we talk."
951
The Deserter: "You *fasces* are pathetic when you're alone..." He snorts. "To hell with it. It's a walking stick anyway..."
210->951
211->47
212
Conceptualization: You should engage him about inframaterialism. Impress him with all the *ideas* you picked up from the reading group.
256
Rhetoric: No, don't. This man does not subscribe to intellectual daydreams. The communism he mourns is a planetary force.
212->256
213->644
214->99
215
You: "Lieutenant."
215->171
216
You: "That's it for now, old man. Stay put." [Leave.]
762
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_laid_down_gun"]
216->762
219
IsKimHere()
218->219
220
!(IsKimHere())
218->220
219->858
220->107
221
The Deserter: "Yeah-yeah, one move and you'll kill me. Put me against the wall..." He sighs. "To hell with it, it's a walking stick anyway."
859
The Deserter: "It's out of bullets." He lays the rifle down, slowly. Then just looks at it lying there.
221->859
222
Perception (Hearing): "I shoulda known they'd send the fucking clowns for me..." You hear him mumble to the blackened logs.
478
Authority: That was not the right move. You should have pushed on.
222->478
223
Conceptualization: He stares on, his wrinkled mouth moving without a sound -- a strange sadness, like a song.
223->112
224
know_rifle
308
You: Look at the butt of the gun.
224->308
861
You: I know Seraise?
224->861
862
You: (Whisper.) "Kim, I know Seraise."
224->862
863
You: "For Safre -- and for all mankind?"
224->863
998
You: (Whisper.) "Cuno, I know Seraise."
224->998
225
Jump to: [gun_inspection]
225->576
226
Composure: He waves erratically -- with his hand, annoyed that he can't remember. A little tremor passes through him.
377
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_composure_forgetting"]
226->377
227
The Deserter: "I should've burned that console down..." He shakes his head.
496
You: "How did you know I was coming?"
227->496
228
You: "It was not rock-and-roll. It was Sad FM!"
273
The Deserter: "Sad FM, huh? I always hated that station. Phlegmatic, counter-revolutionary dirges... Sadness is a mental illness, a weapon of the bourgeoisie."
228->273
912
Jump to: [INTRO HUB]
229->912
230
You: "I'm not a misanthrope, I'm a half-dead police officer who's just doing his job."
653
The Deserter: "The job of a shit-licker."
230->653
231
something_hub
319
You: "She better come. I too have given my life to Mazovian socio-economics."
231->319
320
You: "Girl Child Revolution?"
231->320
721
You: "I'm afraid she's gone."
231->721
777
You: "Nothing in history is guaranteed. But revolution is still a possibility."
231->777
818
You: "I dare not dream anymore."
231->818
232
The Deserter: "No -- this is a vulgar criticism." He blinks his black eyes. "The material base for an uprising has eroded, the working class has betrayed mankind and themselves..."
232->723
233
The Deserter: "I just *mourn*." He stares right through you. Then blinks again.
1027
Jump to: [deserter hub]
233->1027
234
You: "Lapse of faith?"
322
The Deserter: "You could say I misunderstood the historic role of the proletariat, and thought Mazovian socio-economics were fallible. For a second I doubted the irreducible laws of historic materialism."
234->322
324
The Deserter: "Petty-bourgeois terror. It's in all men."
235->324
236
Perception (Hearing): Airships. Multi-rotored airships used in the Landing.
236->133
782
You: "What was that?"
236->782
237
The Deserter: "I had to, I *had* to fight it. I had to never stop..." The old man falls silent. His black eyes keep piercing your skin as he looks to some great distance behind you, shaking his head slowly -- retreating from it.
1029
Jump to: [Conceptualization: "These eyes are charred black by the..."]
237->1029
238
Jump to: [deserter hub]
238->911
240
Perception (Sight): A spray of blood from his mouth, on the black charcoal in the firepit...
239->240
885
The Deserter: Variable["plaza.rene_revolution_party_didnt_surrender"]
240->885
241
You: "Before that, tell me..."
560
The Deserter: "What?" The old man looks up -- the whites of his eyes are pale yellow.
241->560
928
The Deserter: "I don't think you did." He stares at the firepit. "You live in a delusion. Radio shows, speed racing, and sporting goods. It's not real..."
242->928
243
The Deserter: "You're inert lumpen with a gun."
243->402
1044
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
244->1044
245
You: (Nod appreciatively.) "I also live in Hell."
513
The Deserter: "At least you know it." He nods toward Martinaise. "The traitors of this city turned the lights back on in the Thirties, after the fighting stopped. Ruins, glittering in the dark, like a fucking merry-go-round..."
245->513
246
The Deserter: "They're good." He nods. "Plenty of tar. I like that boy on the pack too. Reminds me of the last century."
742
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
246->742
248
The Deserter: "Oh, I love it. Makes me nostalgic for the time we..." He pauses for a moment, catching his breath.
247->248
291
The Deserter: "The time we wiped every last fucking one of them off this Earth."
248->291
249
Jump to: [themainhub]
249->857
250
The Deserter: Variable["gates.deserter_post_phasmid_hub_reached"]
251
Variable["gates.deserter_post_phasmid_hub_reached"]
250->251
252
!(Variable["gates.deserter_post_phasmid_hub_reached"])
250->252
251->39
292
The Deserter: "What is it?" The old man looks around, confused. "What do you want from me? I can't go..."
252->292
253
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_drama_curious"]
254
Variable["seafort.deserter_drama_curious"]
253->254
255
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_drama_curious"])
253->255
254->116
772
You: No, he was just confused. Let it go...
254->772
430
Jump to: [oh_boy_more_talk]
255->430
256->42
257
Rhetoric: He would answer, but something happened. It's like his tape cut off suddenly...
257->193
11810437
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / DESERTER BONUS
258->11810437
259
Jump to: [INTRO HUB]
259->47
260->259
261
You: "I'm looking at another windbag who's got a problem with homo-sexuality."
760
The Deserter: "Did I offend your moralist sensibilities? You beat people to death with a baton, you fucking dog!" The old man spits.
261->760
262
Jump to: [themainhub]
262->857
263
You: "No, that's not it. I've talked to her."
711
The Deserter: "Talked to *her*?" He raises his bushy brow and looks down from the sky -- straight into your bloodshot eye.
263->711
264
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_shivers_windstill"]
265
Variable["seafort.deserter_shivers_windstill"]
264->265
266
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_shivers_windstill"])
264->266
487
You: Rub your sides.
265->487
810
You: What?
265->810
266->253
267
The Deserter: Variable["TASK.ballistics_analysis_done"]
268
Variable["TASK.ballistics_analysis_done"]
267->268
269
!(Variable["TASK.ballistics_analysis_done"])
267->269
643
Kim Kitsuragi: "The right type and the right calibre," the lieutenant nods -- glancing at the gun.
268->643
583
Kim Kitsuragi: "Jacketed -- military-grade ammunition. Stable in flight, good for hitting something that's very, very far away..." He says -- mostly to the old man.
269->583
310
The Deserter: CheckItem("deserter_gun")
270->310
271
You: "You're a holdover from, the ICM, the Insulindian Citizens Militia?"
271->59
586
The Deserter: "I did," he breathes out with a wheeze. "And you opened it -- how?"
272->586
273->229
274
The Deserter: "Real music. It's La Revacholière, you shit-licking boujee dog. *Chanson de soldat* of the black-and-whites."
483
Encyclopedia: Marching song...
274->483
275
You: "I don't even know what that is."
656
The Deserter: "It's inhuman. It's sick. It's not how a human being should live, but I had to..." He grimaces, clearly in pain. "I couldn't just forget. I couldn't just forget what I saw."
275->656
276
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_volition_he_couldnt"]
277
Variable["seafort.deserter_volition_he_couldnt"]
276->277
278
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_volition_he_couldnt"])
276->278
277->152
296
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
278->296
279
You: "Women will always betray you."
279->64
280
Jump to: [The Deserter: "The old man does not say more. Thos..."]
280->20
281
The Deserter: "It's not an island, droite." He looks around. "It's a defensive fortification of the Commune of Revachol and I am its last surviving defender."
665
You: "What was it used for?"
281->665
927
You: "Understood." (Conclude.)
281->927
282
You: "Airborne landing?"
784
The Deserter: "*The* Landing. Coalition military called it 'Operation Death Blow.'" He winces. "I later found out, on the radio -- they called it..."
282->784
785
Conceptualization: Sha'i'tan, Ahura, The Darkened One.
283->785
284
The Deserter: "Like you belong to the Moralist Party..." He squints his eyes at you.
988
Jump to: [deserter hub]
284->988
285
Jump to: [INTRO HUB]
285->47
286
The Deserter: The old man spits into the fire pit. He does not say anything more. A jitter passes his lower body...
670
Composure: The expression on his face is unreadable. There's some sort of interference there... neurological?
286->670
287
The Deserter: "How does anyone survive?" He looks at his worn running shoes. "I *steal*."
736
The Deserter: IsTHCPresent("ultraliberal")
287->736
288
You: "The police can give you medical services. You need to be looked over."
"Yes. It may be serious. Cancer, even. The police can give you medical services. You need to be looked over."
"Yes. It may be serious. Cancer, even. The police can give you medical services. You need to be looked over."
"It may be serious. Cancer, even. The police can give you medical services. You need to be looked over."
739
The Deserter: "I *need* to die." A droll smile stretches across his mouth. "You don't have medical facilities, you have guns. That's all they give you, toy guns."
288->739
680
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
289->680
290->334
291->150
895
The Deserter: Variable["gates.deserter_composure_catatonic"]
292->895
293
Drama: Even with the intensity he's putting in those words, and the fidgeting in his pocket, the kid is unconvincing.
294
The Deserter: "Disarmed by a kid..." He smiles to himself. "To hell with it. It's a walking stick anyway."
293->294
294->151
469
Jump to: [Cuno: ""No fucking way, not on Cuno's life..."]
295->469
297
IsKimHere()
296->297
298
!(IsKimHere())
296->298
441
Kim Kitsuragi: "What have you been doing during all this time?"
297->441
298->658
918
You: "What have you been doing all this time?"
298->918
299
You: (Now we are done.) "Iosef Lilianovich Dros, you are under arrest for the murder of the colonel."
(Now we are done.) "Iosef Lilianovich Dros, you are under arrest for the murder of Ellis Kortenaer."
(Now we are done.) "Iosef Lilianovich Dros, you are under arrest for the murder of the colonel known as Lely."
299->43
626
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
300->626
301
The Deserter: "It's a Triangong 4-46."
756
Encyclopedia: Southeast Samaran-made. Exotic. Must be defunct too. No modern rifle manufacturer of that name springs to mind.
301->756
752
Empathy: He's practically tearing up from spite. Hatred got the best of him a long time ago. This man hates everything.
302->752
303
Jump to: [INTRO HUB]
303->47
304->857
305
The Deserter: "You don't fucking tell me what they sang..." He closes his eyes and exhales to calm himself.
638
Composure: His nostrils are still flaring with rage. He brings himself back under his own stewardship, slowly.
305->638
306->577
307
The Deserter: "Heh". The old man squints and looks you straight in the eye -- two black beads, moist from the sea air.
307->534
434
The Deserter: On the butt you see Vespertine writing, burnt into the wood: Triangong 4.46 mm, made in Hsin-Yao.
308->434
309
The Deserter: "No." He looks into the fire -- a wisp of smoke rises from somewhere between the charred logs. "I've been on other islands too."
309->969
311
CheckItem("deserter_gun")
310->311
312
!(CheckItem("deserter_gun"))
310->312
376
The Deserter: "How did it go..." He looks at his gun in your hand and shakes his head slowly.
311->376
907
The Deserter: "How did it go..." He looks at his gun on the ground and shakes his head slowly.
312->907
313
Rhetoric: We have entered a world where he said you shouldn't. It is the only world.
313->60
313->228
716
You: "It was not reactionary. It was cool."
313->716
314
The Deserter: "Forty-three years and 10 months."
314->14
314->275
381
You: "That's steadfast."
314->381
776
You: "That's the length of my entire life."
314->776
316
Variable["TASK.light_graffito_on_fire_done"]
315->316
317
!(Variable["TASK.light_graffito_on_fire_done"])
315->317
919
Esprit de Corps: Two police officers step out of the Whirling-in-Rags cafeteria. Satellite-Officer Jean Vicquemare inspects a series of burnt black letters splashed across the plaza mosaic.
316->919
874
Esprit de Corps: Two police officers step out of the Whirling-in-Rags cafeteria. Satellite-Officer Jean Vicquemare inspects giant letters across the plaza mosaic, in dark red government-marked heavy fuel oil.
317->874
318
Esprit de Corps: The officers go, leaving behind the writing -- still smouldering. ONE DAY, it says, I WILL RETURN TO YOUR SIDE.
539
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_shivers_in_martinaise"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_officers_stepping_out"]
318->539
383
The Deserter: "A waste." He blinks his black eyes. "The material base for an uprising has eroded, the working class has betrayed mankind and themselves..."
319->383
722
The Deserter: "Always..."
320->722
321->723
322->129
323->132
324->131
324->545
324->877
324->1028
325
Jump to: [deserter hub]
325->911
326
Jump to: [deserter hub]
326->911
327
Rhetoric: It remains unclear what *it* is. He makes leaps he doesn't expect you to follow.
725
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
327->725
328
You: "Iblis?"
981
The Deserter: "The black-eyed angel," he nods.
328->981
329
You: "How have you coped -- mentally?"
741
The Deserter: "I haven't. I have holes in my brain. Years missing, others filled with pain only. A decade of..." His eyes roll into his skull and back...
329->741
330
Kim Kitsuragi: "I would imagine it gets tremendously difficult -- mentally -- to live in isolation."
330->85
331->911
332->33
333
You: "How did you access the building? It's locked, at least now it is..."
891
The Deserter: "I didn't have to. Came in through the storm drains."
333->891
334->611
335
The Deserter: Variable["whirling.elevator_taken"]
336
Variable["whirling.elevator_taken"]
335->336
337
!(Variable["whirling.elevator_taken"])
335->337
514
Savoir Faire: Like the secret route in the Whirling-in-Rags? This is one for later. When you really need it.
336->514
686
Jump to: [hiding_deserter]
337->686
338->47
340
IsKimHere() or IsCunoInParty()
339->340
341
!(IsKimHere() or IsCunoInParty())
339->341
939
The Deserter: "Minions of capital," he spits. "What do you want?"
340->939
792
The Deserter: "Minion of capital." He spits. "What do you want?"
341->792
342
Cuno: "Fucking old man... couldn't keep his rock in..." he whispers, agitated.
562
Conceptualization: Technically this wasn't traditional rock. It was more *independent melodic*.
342->562
343
Cuno: "Wait-wait!" he turns to you, mouth open. "Like the fucking... *ancient* army?"
1022
solo_solo
343->1022
344
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_officers_stepping_out"]
345
Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_officers_stepping_out"]
344->345
346
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_officers_stepping_out"])
344->346
1024
Esprit de Corps: Patrol Officer Judit Minot points west. "The fishing village..." She glances at her watch. "We meet in 15 minutes. It's a ten minute walk."
345->1024
346->539
347
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_concept_why_deserter"]
348
Variable["seafort.deserter_concept_why_deserter"]
347->348
349
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_concept_why_deserter"])
347->349
348->127
348->189
349->977
350
Jump to: [themainhub]
350->857
351
The Deserter: Variable["TASK.extract_a_confession"]
352
Variable["TASK.extract_a_confession"]
351->352
353
!(Variable["TASK.extract_a_confession"])
351->353
519
Rhetoric: This looked very much like the murder weapon. It can be used against him -- later.
352->519
470
Rhetoric: This looked very much like the murder weapon. It can be used against him to get a confession -- in time...
353->470
354
Logic: He doesn't recognize it.
354->58
355
Kim Kitsuragi: "A Samaran rifle... How did you get hold of one?"
355->757
357
Variable["seafort.deserter_prehub_reached"]
356->357
358
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_prehub_reached"])
356->358
422
The Deserter: The old man leans on the frame stock of his rifle, looking up at you.
357->422
416
The Deserter: An old man wearing tracksuit trousers leans on the frame stock of his rifle. He gathers a big ball of spit in his mouth...
358->416
359
Physical Instrument: Yell at him, now! LOUD!
797
surrender hub
359->797
360
Authority: The words "I *am* an enemy commander" sound cold as iron from your lungs. The old man still hugs his gun...
524
The Deserter: "And what rank would that be, dog?"
360->524
361
You: "What's a *briscade*?"
901
The Deserter: "Clearly not *you*. What do you want from me anyway?"
361->901
759
noone_else_here
362->759
364
Variable["seafort.deserter_modifier_drama_lying_about_bullet"]
363->364
365
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_modifier_drama_lying_about_bullet"])
363->365
481
Drama: You were right.
364->481
365->950
636
The Deserter: The old man pulls back the hood of his plastic cape and looks up into the sky.
366->636
367
You: "Understood."
529
The Deserter: "You don't understand *anything*." The old man squints at you -- you see two black beads, gleaming.
367->529
531
The Deserter: "I fucking know what they sang!" he hisses. "I watched those little fuckers die in my arms -- little ones came to help us. Got cut to shreds..."
368->531
750
The Deserter: "Cities can't talk. It's bourgeois idealism... I don't wanna talk about this shit anymore."
369->750
371
IsKimHere()
370->371
372
!(IsKimHere())
370->372
868
The Deserter: Variable["TASK.advanced_ballistics_analysis_done"]
371->868
864
The Deserter: IsCunoInParty()
372->864
373
Visual Calculus: From ballistics, it could easily have been a Triangong too.
373->582
374
You: "The rifle has been patched and modified several times."
1016
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
374->1016
375
The Deserter: The old man does not answer. He just stares in front of him.
375->121
584
The Deserter: "Something about shooting *rabbits,* I don't know... I can't remember. It doesn't matter. It's gone now."
376->584
378
Variable["seafort.deserter_composure_forgetting"]
377->378
379
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_composure_forgetting"])
377->379
378->183
379->970
380
music_blast_it_what
380->60
380->228
410
You: "That wasn't even ordinary rock, it was..."
380->410
380->716
975
You: "But you didn't say that, Kim."
380->975
1053
You: "You didn't say that, Cuno. You weren't even on the boat."
380->1053
381->873
382
The Deserter: "There is nothing serious in this world." He looks at the gun in your hand. "It's a farce."
382->262
383->723
783
Authority: A terrible shame, still within him. The lobes of his ears are red with it, the shame and smallness of what he became.
384->783
979
bourgeois_hub
385->979
386
You: "That's enough. Another thing..."
663
The Deserter: "It's not *enough*," he hisses. "The total, combined power of international capital -- all their fear and terror -- tore into Revachol. Streets rose from the ground... houses turned to ghosts." He gestures erratically, then falls silent.
386->663
387->728
388
Inland Empire: He was like a cleric, a shepherd.
982
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_ie_shepherd"]
388->982
389
The Deserter: "You *don't* know. You haven't seen it..." He shakes his head, slowly. "Iblis..."
732
iblissss
389->732
390->732
391
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
392
IsKimHere()
391->392
393
!(IsKimHere())
391->393
823
Kim Kitsuragi: "His job was to assure the army answers to civilian control -- and follows the ideology of the commune," the lieutenant says softly.
392->823
942
The Deserter: IsCunoInParty()
393->942
394
You: Really now?
733
Inland Empire: Okay then. Over-mystified that a bit..
394->733
395
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_said_you_lieutenant"]
396
Variable["seafort.deserter_said_you_lieutenant"]
395->396
397
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_said_you_lieutenant"])
395->397
398
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_said_you_lieutenant_double_yefreitor"]
396->398
786
The Deserter: "You're with the RCM --" He waves in your general direction. "The Coalition-appointed mob that enforces bourgeois morals in Revachol."
397->786
399
Variable["seafort.deserter_said_you_lieutenant_double_yefreitor"]
398->399
400
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_said_you_lieutenant_double_yefreitor"])
398->400
668
The Deserter: "You're with the RCM --" He waves in your general direction. "The Coalition-appointed mob that enforces bourgeois morals in Revachol. A so-called 'lieutenant double-yefreitor'..."
399->668
400->195
401->822
403
IsKimHere()
402->403
404
!(IsKimHere())
402->404
554
Kim Kitsuragi: "Detective." The lieutenant gives you a stern look. "We have not come here to discuss ideology." He then turns to the old man.
403->554
404->286
405
The Deserter: "No wonder. All your minds are rotting from the radio waves..." He nods toward Martinaise. "I watched the *traitors* of this city turn the lights back on. More and more each year. Ruins, glittering in the dark, like a fucking merry-go-round..."
405->78
612
Empathy: He does not want to see life moving on. People forgetting. Drinking. Laughing.
406->612
407->467
408
The Deserter: "They stored leaflets there, broadcasting equipment too. Made broadcasts, I think. Propaganda officers... I buried them with their leaflets. They killed themselves. Two young boys."
614
You: "Killed themselves?"
408->614
409
The Deserter: "A lot of our boys did... I spent some winters there. Never liked it. Kept thinking of them..." He stares at the ruins of the Feld building. "No need to go underground anymore. It's better in the ruins on the ground."
409->686
690
Cuno: "Ssssssh! You're making us look like shit."
410->690
411
Composure: Like an untrained fighter he leans forward, back hunched, ready to spring.
411->259
412
Cuno: "I told you not to play shitty rock."
412->380
413
You: "Well, guess what? I *am* an enemy commander."
413->949
414
The Deserter: "Good, *Cuno*. Be that." He nods toward Martinaise. "I saw the *traitors* of this city turn the lights back on. More and more each year. Ruins, glittering in the dark, like a fucking merry-go-round..."
414->78
476
Jump to: [CUNOTEAM hub]
415->476
416->164
417
You: "Put the weapon down, NOW!"
691
The Deserter: IsCunoInParty()
417->691
418
You: "Kim?" (Turn to the lieutenant.)
761
Jump to: [Kim Kitsuragi: "The lieutenant aims his pistol squa..."]
418->761
419
Interfacing: You don't see a magazine in the well.
419->359
420
You: "Just put the gun down, okay? I don't know how else to convince you."
420->951
421
You: "Who are you?"
637
The Deserter: "My name..." He looks across the water, then back at you: "...is Iosef Lilianovich Dros, Political Commissar of the 114th Anti-Aircraft Division of the 4th Army of the Commune of Revachol."
421->637
422->47
423
Kim Kitsuragi: "We have *come* to ask you questions, nothing more." The lieutenant puts his hand on his holster.
903
Kim Kitsuragi: "If you do not comply, we will take you in. Do you understand?"
423->903
424
Composure: His right eye twitches -- with what? Fear? Rage?
425
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
424->425
426
IsKimHere()
425->426
427
!(IsKimHere())
425->427
426->423
427->7
428
The Deserter: "Or you're gonna blow my brains out before you question me?" There's a moment's silence. "To hell with it. It's a walking stick anyway."
428->525
429
The Deserter: "Everyone has. They named a fucking perfume after it."
429->263
484
You: "Yes. Must've been that."
429->484
430->115
431->53
431->230
431->367
1009
You: "I know La Revacholière. It's the marching song of the World Revolution."
431->1009
1011
You: "I'm not a shit-licking boujee dog. I'm a half-dead police officer who's just doing his job."
431->1011
432
Encyclopedia: They say: 'Triangong 4.46. Hsin-Yao Commune. For Safre -- and for all mankind.'
578
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_ency_seraise_rifle"]
432->578
433
You: "For Safre -- and for all mankind."
1013
The Deserter: "That's what the little guys told us." The old man says silently. "Every day at 4 o'clock in the morning, they'd go on and on about their Safre, their mankind, and Mazov..."
433->1013
434->225
435
The Deserter: Variable["village.skiff_said_boombox_to_kim"]
436
Variable["village.skiff_said_boombox_to_kim"]
435->436
437
!(Variable["village.skiff_said_boombox_to_kim"])
435->437
438
The Deserter: "Reactionary rock-and-roll music." He gestures north. "Playing on the water."
436->438
437->123
438->61
439
The Deserter: "I was just sixteen years old, fifteen when I volunteered. I had a lapse of faith..." He clears his throat. "And of courage too."
439->234
544
You: "Understood."
439->544
440
The Deserter: "Always waiting. Always...."
440->497
816
The Deserter: "Hiding, fishing, waiting..." He looks across the water.
441->816
442
Shivers: Where night falls... Hydrogen streetlamps burn on Rue de Saint-Ghislaine, golden light casting black shadows. Further inland, in Jamrock, the street grid appears black -- unlit avenue after unlit avenue. Altocumulus clouds form above Precinct 41.
442->315
443
You: "I've been there. The city is a tinderbox. It may still happen."
504
The Deserter: "It won't." He blinks his black eyes. "The material base for an uprising has eroded, the working class has betrayed mankind and themselves..."
443->504
444
You: "Girl Child Nation is too strong for that."
444->232
445
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
446
IsKimHere()
445->446
447
!(IsKimHere())
445->447
543
Kim Kitsuragi: "We keep people alive. We help them survive, whatever the ideological situation. Day in and day out."
446->543
447->977
448
Kim Kitsuragi: "And this was... when?" The lieutenant instinctively looks to his notebook, but does not take it out.
664
Reaction Speed: He is still not convinced of his safety -- you should not be either.
448->664
449
The Deserter: "May the 13th, '08, 44 years ago," he looks north. "The horizon was black with Coalition airships. Their petroleum rose to the sky and it looked like... like it *formed* the clouds. Storm clouds. When they started shelling it was... dark magic."
449->386
878
You: "Dark magic?"
449->878
450
The Deserter: Variable["tc.aerostatic"]
451
Variable["tc.aerostatic"]
450->451
452
!(Variable["tc.aerostatic"])
450->452
451->236
452->782
453
You: "That's definitely enough now."
453->280
924
The Deserter: "All the real communists are dead. They died fighting for *communism* -- are you *dead*?" His voice turns into a hiss: "No. You're an inert lumpen with a gun."
454->924
455->389
456
The Deserter: "A liberal and a pederast. It's what most liberals are."
930
You: "Yep -- that's me."
456->930
991
You: "I'm not a liberal. I told you I'm a communist."
456->991
457
The Deserter: "Hmhm." His leg jerks.
457->238
458
The Deserter: "You're the RCM." He stares at the embers, then into your eyes. "You represent the Moralist International, the enemies of humanity, who took this city. I represent their adversary, le Parti communiste d'Insulinde."
458->239
459
You: "Is *that* why you've been here for 43 years? Because the Party didn't surrender?"
459->26
460
The Deserter: "Honour is a feudal atavism." He looks at the firepit. "My motive is class."
1040
Jump to: [deserter hub]
460->1040
933
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
461->933
462
You: "That's what you get stealing things."
462->141
463
The Deserter: IsCunoInParty()
464
IsCunoInParty()
463->464
465
!(IsCunoInParty())
463->465
999
Cuno: "Cuno's dad has this shit. Wine belly." The kid looks at you. "The cops can take care of this, right? Medicine shit. With, like, facilities."
464->999
465->288
465->462
466
You: (You notice the lieutenant is about to say something.)
(You notice that the adolescent at your side is about to say something.)
607
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
466->607
467->835
468
Jump to: [PHASMID HUB]
11820577
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / DESERTER ARREST
468->11820577
893
Cuno: "No fucking way, not on Cuno's life..." he mumbles. With his finger pointing at the deserter -- through his jacket pocket -- the kid turns to the old man.
469->893
1019
Jump to: [themainhub]
470->1019
471
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
472
IsKimHere()
471->472
473
!(IsKimHere())
471->473
472->441
473->918
11820495
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / DESERTER ARREST
474->11820495
475
Half Light: A shudder of disgust passes his right side. His left side remains motionless.
475->102
11820341
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / DESERTER ARREST
476->11820341
568
Jump to: [Kim Kitsuragi: ""Put it down *now*, sir.""]
477->568
479
The Deserter: "You heard me. It's good now. Like chalk wiped from the board." His gaze turns inwards.
709
Encyclopedia: He's right. Almost no one remembers there was a third metastasis of the World Revolution, in the Safre Empire, extinguished in '06.
479->709
798
Jump to: [surrender hub]
480->798
481->950
482
You: "The present..."
482->173
483->117
485
The Deserter: "A fucking perfume..." he sighs.
484->485
488
Jump to: [themainhub]
485->488
486
You: "Yes. I get these... cold spells."
486->54
487->175
488->857
639
The Deserter: "You're not. You're part of the meat shield surrounding the *real* fascists, while they rape children. That's what *you* are."
489->639
490
The Deserter: The rifle's in a shabby state, like a crutch that's seen too much travel. Hieroglyphs are embossed into the forearm made of walnut.
490->432
492
The Deserter: No response from the old man. The plastic cape around his shoulders rustles in a small bout of wind.
491->492
961
Jump to: [gun_inspection]
492->961
493
Empathy: As he speaks, he stresses every word. He's liking this.
493->1015
494
Jump to: [themainhub]
494->857
495
You: "I have trouble remembering things too."
971
The Deserter: He squints and looks you straight in the eye -- two black beads, moist from the sea air.
495->971
496->435
537
The Deserter: "For her to return."
497->537
498
The Deserter: CheckItem("deserter_gun")
499
CheckItem("deserter_gun")
498->499
500
!(CheckItem("deserter_gun"))
498->500
499->382
875
The Deserter: "There is nothing serious in this world." He looks at the gun lying on the ground. "It's a farce."
500->875
502
IsTHCPresent("communist")
501->502
503
!(IsTHCPresent("communist"))
501->503
502->231
660
the_other_hub
503->660
504->723
505
The Deserter: "It's the same thing... you haven't seen *it*. Not really -- not naked. It's impossible not to be afraid."
505->327
597
Rhetoric: He does not believe a police officer is genuinely revolutionary.
506->597
507->69
508->191
509->924
510
The Deserter: "The congenitally deformed King Filippe II built it to restrict access to the Bay of Revachol. We captured it in '02, retrofitted the fort with an AA gun to defend against an airborne landing -- against the whole world."
510->72
510->282
1042
The Deserter: "You're part of the *meat shield*." He squints. "The human meat shield that surrounds the fascists and the license holders. You take the fire, while they rape and kill. That's what *you* are."
511->1042
512
Kim Kitsuragi: "The RCM can provide medical services. You need to be looked over."
512->739
513->78
514->686
515
Composure: Something is very wrong with him now.
515->468
516
Jump to: [seafort.deserter_who_are_you_hub_got]
11680693
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / DESERTER MURDER
516->11680693
517
You: "What, specifically, did you not *like* about what you saw the night of the murder?"
1055
Jump to: [The Deserter: ""Them fucking..." He looks at the c..."]
517->1055
518->253
519->1019
11820357
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / DESERTER ARREST
520->11820357
521
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_said_you_lieutenant_double_yefreitor"]
522
Variable["seafort.deserter_said_you_lieutenant_double_yefreitor"]
521->522
523
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_said_you_lieutenant_double_yefreitor"])
521->523
522->668
523->395
524->100
524->215
567
You: "Lieutenant-Yefreitor."
524->567
851
Jump to: [Pain Threshold: "Like an amputated limb in the sand."]
525->851
526
The Deserter: "I ain't going anywhere."
527->303
954
The Deserter: IsTHCPresent("communist")
528->954
769
Jump to: [themainhub]
529->769
530->11
531->305
532
Jump to: [oh_boy_more_talk]
532->115
533
Encyclopedia: This is Vulgate Seraise. You can barely intuit the words. *Know* is stretching it.
533->308
533->862
533->863
533->998
534->494
535
The Deserter: "What are you talking about?" He squints and looks you straight in the eye -- two black beads, moist from the sea air.
535->354
536->380
671
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
537->671
538
Shivers: Where the afternoon grows late. On Rue de Saint-Ghislaine people walk home, streetlights will soon be lit. Further inland the streets are alive with workers: men, women, children. Streethawks and migrant labourers. The temperature is steady. Altocumulus clouds form above Precinct 41.
538->315
540
Variable["seafort.deserter_shivers_in_martinaise"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_officers_stepping_out"]
539->540
541
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_shivers_in_martinaise"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_officers_stepping_out"])
539->541
540->126
541->440
542->347
876
The Deserter: "Survive?" The old man spits into the dead fire. "For *what*?"
543->876
724
The Deserter: "Well done. I won't explain it to a minion of capital."
"Good. I shouldn't have to explain it to a comrade."
544->724
545->505
546
The Deserter: "You haven't seen *it*. The face of who you serve -- naked. It's impossible not to be afraid."
546->327
547
You: "What then?"
922
The Deserter: "I ran. I climbed the chain link across the water and hid inland. In the bunkers underground, like the weakest of the weak... a mouse. Frightened of the ordnance all night and the sound of the rotors in the morning, whirring -- *thith-thith-thith...*" He looks at the sky.
547->922
548->325
549
You: Say nothing. Let him finish.
549->237
888
Jump to: [deserter hub]
550->888
551->911
552
You: "You never signed the Revacholian Instrument of Surrender..."
1037
The Deserter: "Liberal reactionaries signed that instrument -- traitors, who should have been burned alive..." He draws his breath. "I answer to the Communist Party."
"Only the Army. Liberal reactionaries signed it for them. Traitors, who should have been burned alive..." He draws his breath. "I am a political commissar of the Communist Party, and the Party *never* surrendered."
552->1037
553->285
827
Kim Kitsuragi: "We have come to ask questions regarding a murder investigation."
554->827
555->28
555->142
555->329
675
You: "This is a serious situation. You need to be looked over and we can do it."
555->675
831
You: "You like that drouamine, don't you?"
555->831
556
Pain Threshold: There's no way he could manage the pain without them. It's safe to say he is addicted to painkillers by now.
556->606
557
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_rhet_loyalist_said"]
558
Variable["seafort.deserter_rhet_loyalist_said"]
557->558
559
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_rhet_loyalist_said"])
557->559
602
loyalist_rene
558->602
937
Jump to: [deserter hub]
559->937
560->937
561
Kim Kitsuragi: "So you've been there?"
561->34
562->60
562->228
562->410
562->716
940
Hand/Eye Coordination: It has stayed true to him. He can still make it sing.
563->940
564
Half Light: He's high off the fear.
564->411
565
You: "What have you been using this gun for?"
565->516
11680111
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / DESERTER MURDER
566->11680111
567->171
900
Kim Kitsuragi: "Put it down *now*, sir."
568->900
569
The Deserter: "Yes, I bet you've killed a lot of people with it..." His eyes narrow. "...you fascist *fuck*."
1008
The Deserter: "Have you come to make me one of them?" His grip on the rifle tightens.
569->1008
570
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_encyc_hsin_yao_wipeout"]
571
Variable["seafort.deserter_encyc_hsin_yao_wipeout"]
570->571
572
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_encyc_hsin_yao_wipeout"])
570->572
571->10
571->111
572->303
574
IsCunoInParty()
573->574
575
!(IsCunoInParty())
573->575
574->295
957
Jump to: [The Deserter: ""You *fasces* are pathetic when you..."]
575->957
576->13
576->374
713
You: "This is a Triangong, made in Hsin-Yao."
576->713
811
You: Inspect it closer.
576->811
1012
You: Stow the gun. (Conclude.)
576->1012
1014
You: "This uses jacketed ammunition. 4.46."
576->1014
809
Shivers: All around you, the air slowly circulates the islet, carrying little swallows and black-beaked seagulls in its slow drift. They all -- every one of them, every bird, mammal, and crustacean...
577->809
579
Variable["seafort.deserter_ency_seraise_rifle"]
578->579
580
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_ency_seraise_rifle"])
578->580
579->224
580->434
581
The Deserter: "Those men were commandos. They weren't shit on a stick, like us. They were small and..." He doesn't say more. The thought dissipates on his lips.
581->308
582->961
583->493
584->226
585
You: "So you're a communist soldier? From the communist army?"
735
The Deserter: "No, I am not a soldier. I am an ideological officer -- I belong to the Party, not the Army."
585->735
913
blasty_blast
586->913
588
IsAfternoon()
587->588
589
!(IsAfternoon())
587->589
588->538
659
Shivers: Where evening comes. On Rue de Saint-Ghislaine hydrogen streetlights switch on, casting black shadows. Further inland, the street grid appears dark -- unlit avenue after unlit avenue. The temperature is dropping. Altocumulus clouds form above Precinct 41.
589->659
590
You: "Her, who?"
590->124
591
You: "I have another, serious question for you."
591->498
592
Esprit de Corps: Patrol Officer Judit Minot points west. "The fishing village..." She glances at her watch. "We meet in 15 minutes. It's a ten minute walk."
817
Esprit de Corps: The officers go, leaving behind the writing, still smelling of petroleum. ONE DAY, it says, I WILL RETURN TO YOUR SIDE.
592->817
593
The Deserter: "The material base for an uprising has eroded." He nods and blinks his black eyes. "The working class has betrayed mankind and themselves..."
593->723
594->445
596
The Deserter: "They'd all drowned in the lower levels, or got torn to shreds above. The anti-aircraft gun had malfunctioned -- so had I. I left them without ideological direction..." He opens his eyes and stares right through you. "It was real. I'd seen it. I'd seen it *in reality*."
595->596
596->134
597->725
598
The Deserter: "*Death Blow*. You're one of them. Tell me, who speaks like that? We had 50 million people on Caillou alone..."
731
the_landing_blow
598->731
599
The Deserter: The old man does not answer. He tilts his silver head and looks at the reeds -- you see a small tremor pass through his legs.
599->391
601
The Deserter: "You're the RCM." He stares at you coldly. "You represent the Moralist International, the enemies of humanity, who took this city. I represent their adversary, le Parti communiste d'Insulinde."
600->601
601->239
602->241
602->552
1036
You: "The communards signed the Revacholian Instrument of Surrender."
602->1036
603->553
604
Kim Kitsuragi: "How is your health, Mr. Dros?"
604->76
830
Jump to: [deserter hub]
605->830
606->555
608
IsKimHere()
607->608
609
!(IsKimHere())
607->609
608->330
1000
Cuno: "Cuno could do this shit. Live all alone like this. Cuno could hack it."
609->1000
610
The Deserter: "Only when my health permits." He shrugs. "I check my old haunts..."
610->335
611->835
612->37
613->82
614->409
615
The Deserter: Variable["XP.connect_pinball_footprints_to_deserter"]
616
Variable["XP.connect_pinball_footprints_to_deserter"]
615->616
617
!(Variable["XP.connect_pinball_footprints_to_deserter"])
615->617
678
Kim Kitsuragi: The lieutenant exchanges a quick glance with you, then turns to the man...
616->678
617->686
618
Cuno: "Looks like old shit."
618->375
620
Variable["TASK.extract_a_confession_done"]
619->620
621
!(Variable["TASK.extract_a_confession_done"])
619->621
620->1019
621->351
622
Empathy: He is not afraid of such displays. This was the wrong move...
622->798
623
You: Pick up the gun lying in the sand.
795
The Deserter: His gaze follows your motions. The rifle feels surprisingly light in your hand, frame stocked and patched in places with tape and wire.
623->795
624
The Deserter: "It's not nice, it's a piece of shit." He shrugs. "But it gets the job done."
796
You: "What make of rifle is that, exactly?"
624->796
1002
You: "Is that a Belle-Magrave?"
624->1002
625
Kim Kitsuragi: The lieutenant pulls his pistol from the holster.
850
The Deserter: "You're a glorified night-watchman." He looks you in the eye. "This is a service rifle. I can only lay it down before an enemy commander of corresponding rank."
625->850
627
IsKimHere()
626->627
628
!(IsKimHere())
626->628
627->625
628->850
629
You: "I *am* an enemy commander of rank -- put it down."
630
You: Variable["seafort.deserter_authority_red_success"]
629->630
631
Variable["seafort.deserter_authority_red_success"]
630->631
632
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_authority_red_success"])
630->632
946
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_authority_red_success"]
631->946
632->946
633
You: "Okay, but keep the gun down while we talk."
633->168
634->222
635
You: Let him say it.
635->173
636->304
773
The Deserter: "I am a deserter, a partisan, and a prisoner of war. This is my termless surrender." His eyes turn to the reeds again, dead and dull.
637->773
638->532
639->402
640
Drama: Don't be so sure...
640->430
641
The Deserter: "The job of a boujee dog."
641->53
641->367
641->1009
642
Hand/Eye Coordination: Still warm from his parched hands. Not the metal. The metal is ice cold. This weapon has been modified several times.
642->576
643->177
645
IsKimHere()
644->645
646
!(IsKimHere())
644->646
645->267
871
The Deserter: "Hmhm." The old man smacks his lips.
646->871
647
The Deserter: IsCunoInParty()
648
IsCunoInParty()
647->648
649
!(IsCunoInParty())
647->649
648->618
649->178
966
The Deserter: Variable["tc.date_fifty_one"]
650->966
651
You: "So if I can shoot rabbits, then I can shoot fascists too."
651->535
652
You: "You said this is your *termless surrender*."
652->521
653->53
653->367
653->1009
654
You: "You said you deserted your unit?"
654->439
655
The Deserter: "It's too long. It's not how a human being should live..." He grimaces, clearly in pain. "But I couldn't just forget what I saw."
657
Volition: He just *couldn't*...
655->657
656->657
657->276
976
The Deserter: He nods.
658->976
659->315
660->188
660->279
660->443
660->444
1025
You: "I've seen it." (Shake your head.) "Capital is too powerful. The rich are very well organized."
660->1025
661
The Deserter: "No." He blinks his black eyes. "The material base for an uprising has eroded, the working class has betrayed mankind and themselves..."
661->723
695
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_rhet_what_did_he_do"]
662->695
663->326
664->449
665->510
666->598
667
Jump to: [deserter hub]
667->911
668->194
669
You: "That means you're a trained communist, right?"
929
The Deserter: He nods slowly. Then another tremor.
669->929
992
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_cancer"]
670->992
672
IsKimHere()
671->672
673
!(IsKimHere())
671->673
674
Kim Kitsuragi: "Her, who?"
672->674
673->590
674->124
675->198
676->911
677->246
833
Kim Kitsuragi: "Do you go to Martinaise often these days?"
678->833
995
The Deserter: "We communards still hoped and they needed to snuff that hope out. The East capitulated, Martinaise and Coal City were turned to dust..." He looks south. "But Jamrock, Faubourg, even Couron; and Boogie Street of course -- those fucking kipts had Mazov coursing through their veins..."
679->995
681
IsKimHere()
680->681
682
!(IsKimHere())
680->682
1047
Kim Kitsuragi: "Propaganda bunker?"
681->1047
840
You: "Propaganda bunker?"
682->840
683
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
684
IsKimHere()
683->684
685
!(IsKimHere())
683->685
684->561
685->202
686->835
688
Variable["seafort.phasmid_has_arrived"]
687->688
689
!(Variable["seafort.phasmid_has_arrived"])
687->689
688->250
689->203
690->60
690->228
690->716
692
IsCunoInParty()
691->692
693
!(IsCunoInParty())
691->693
842
Cuno: "Fucking NOW!"
692->842
703
The Deserter: He scoffs. The corner of his black eye twitches. He does not reply to the command.
693->703
694
Cuno: "Supercool. What's it say?" He sounds incredulous.
694->433
696
Variable["seafort.deserter_rhet_what_did_he_do"]
695->696
697
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_rhet_what_did_he_do"])
695->697
696->65
696->128
1026
Jump to: [deserter hub]
697->1026
698->835
699
You: "One more time, Mr. Dros -- the Colonel. We need to talk about you *killing* him."
700
Jump to: [The Deserter: ""Petty-bourgeois law..." He snorts..."]
699->700
11680457
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / DESERTER MURDER
700->11680457
701
You: "Been looking at anything else you haven't *liked*?"
702
Jump to: [The Deserter: ""A tragicomedy..." He shakes to lif..."]
701->702
11810398
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / DESERTER BONUS
702->11810398
703->622
704
Reaction Speed: His elbows rest on the frame stock, calmly for now, but he may still get it in his hands. Looks like he knows the weapon...
1003
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_reaction_not_jumpyde"]
704->1003
705
You: "I'm not from the homo army."
710
The Deserter: "No one cares, droite." He shakes his head.
705->710
706
The Deserter: IsCunoInParty()
707
IsCunoInParty()
706->707
708
!(IsCunoInParty())
706->708
707->40
708->221
709->570
710->362
711->174
711->486
958
You: "Nothing. We have serious things to talk about."
711->958
712->431
713->370
714
remember_lyrics
714->495
714->651
715
You: "You're a holdover from the Army of the Commune of Revachol?"
715->184
716->229
717
The Deserter: Variable["village.skiff_said_boombox_to_kim"]
718
Variable["village.skiff_said_boombox_to_kim"]
717->718
719
!(Variable["village.skiff_said_boombox_to_kim"])
717->719
807
The Deserter: "*Real music, real proletkult*." He nods. "That's La Revacholière, not your rock-and-roll misanthropy. *Chanson de soldat* of the black-and-whites."
718->807
719->274
720
You: "Again -- you've been hiding here for *43 years*?"
720->314
721->593
722->319
722->444
722->721
722->777
722->818
723->15
724->67
726
IsKimHere()
725->726
727
!(IsKimHere())
725->727
726->448
727->877
728->1029
1032
The Deserter: He shakes his head and says: "Iblis."
729->1032
730->1032
731->137
731->455
731->729
731->730
1033
You: "First, I'm not *one of them*."
731->1033
732->138
732->328
733->1041
986
The Deserter: "*You're* insane." He stares at the firepit. "Radio shows, speed racing, sporting goods... None of it is real."
734->986
735->74
987
You: "Understood."
735->987
737
IsTHCPresent("ultraliberal")
736->737
738
!(IsTHCPresent("ultraliberal"))
736->738
932
Rhetoric: Now hold on there...
737->932
931
You: "What do you steal?"
738->931
739->153
740->555
789
The Deserter: "I don't even know what... *Inferno*?"
741->789
743
IsKimHere()
742->743
744
!(IsKimHere())
742->744
743->615
744->156
745
The Deserter: "What was it like? There was hope, a little hope. They needed to snuff it out. Martinaise and Coal City were turned to dust..." He looks south. "But Jamrock, Faubourg, even Couron; and Boogie Street of course -- those fucking kipts had Kras Mazov coursing in their veins..."
745->32
746->249
747
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_officers_stepping_out"]
748
Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_officers_stepping_out"]
747->748
749
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_officers_stepping_out"])
747->749
748->592
749->539
750->430
751
Cuno: "My pig asked you a question. Quit spazzin' out and tell him about the..." The kid doesn't get to finish the sentence.
926
The Deserter: "Scientific communism!" The tracksuit-clad old man is suddenly reanimated. "A *comissaire politique* is a knight-philosopher of the Revolution, a future human."
751->926
752->86
753
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
754
IsKimHere()
753->754
755
!(IsKimHere())
753->755
754->355
755->165
756->753
765
Hand/Eye Coordination: It has stayed true to him. He can still make it sing.
757->765
758->103
759->210
759->261
759->361
759->420
759->705
760->362
899
Kim Kitsuragi: The lieutenant aims his pistol square at the man's forehead.
761->899
763
Variable["seafort.deserter_laid_down_gun"]
762->763
764
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_laid_down_gun"])
762->764
763->2
764->526
1006
Jump to: [INTRO HUB]
765->1006
803
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
766->803
767
Rhetoric: The time will come to win his trust, comrade. It is not now. You need to take care of the gun first.
767->303
768->51
769->857
770->429
771->307
772->640
773->180
774->962
775
Kim Kitsuragi: "I did."
775->313
776->655
777->661
778
The Deserter: "Good." He blinks his black eyes. "The material base for an uprising has eroded, the working class has betrayed mankind and themselves..."
778->723
780
IsKimHere()
779->780
781
!(IsKimHere())
779->781
780->18
781->233
921
The Deserter: "Airships. I climbed out." He closes his eyes: "Into hell. The Landing was complete. The chain was submerged, I had to swim back. The fortress was half submerged too. Shattered."
782->921
783->547
821
You: "You didn't go to the map room."
783->821
784->598
785->667
786->194
787
The Deserter: "I may have. All sorts of little rats have come sniffing around, trying to give up the position..."
787->46
788->556
789->245
789->466
884
You: "I also have holes in my brain." (Point to your head.)
789->884
790->745
1050
The Deserter: "Useless now. Rusted away..."
791->1050
792->249
793->610
794->911
795->642
796->301
797->101
797->413
797->417
797->418
797->629
797->633
798->797
799
The Deserter: IsCunoInParty()
800
IsCunoInParty()
799->800
801
!(IsCunoInParty())
799->801
800->893
801->759
802
The Deserter: "My eyesight?" He clears his throat. "Yes. Helps me see all the shit."
802->475
804
IsKimHere()
803->804
805
!(IsKimHere())
803->805
804->110
805->706
806->479
807->483
808
The Deserter: "There you go." His eyes remain fixed on the sky as he sighs and adds: "One of three."
808->11
809->264
1010
Shivers: Keep their distance.
810->1010
811->490
812
The Deserter: IsCunoInParty()
813
IsCunoInParty()
812->813
814
!(IsCunoInParty())
812->814
813->343
814->1022
815
Kim Kitsuragi: "The Commune of Revachol..." The lieutenant forgets to close his mouth. "Do you mean the ICM? You're a holdover from the..."
965
The Deserter: "From the Insulindian Citizens Militia -- the Army of the Revolution. I was recruited in Jamrock in '07, trained in the Ecole de Contrôle Aérien and consigned to emergency defence duties in '08."
815->965
915
The Deserter: IsNight()
816->915
817->539
818->778
819
The Deserter: "They have *you*." He blinks his black eyes. "The material base for an uprising has eroded, the working class has betrayed mankind and themselves..."
819->723
820->1027
978
The Deserter: "No. I climbed the chain link across the water and hid inland. In the bunkers there, like the weakest of the weak... a mouse. Frightened of the ordnance all night and the sound of the rotors in the morning, whirring -- *thith-thith-thith...*" He looks at the sky.
821->978
822->669
1031
You: "Wait, what does a 'political commissar' do?"
822->1031
823->926
824
Reaction Speed: Awakened from shutdown by the promise of *ideology*.
824->388
825->458
826->787
827->286
828
Endurance: There's definitely something off with his body. Something more than just metabolism...
828->551
829
You: "How is your health?"
829->76
830->911
936
The Deserter: "It's the little joys..." A crooked smile appears on his face. "A dark joke. A sunshiny day. Morphine..."
831->936
832
Rhetoric: René, the royalist on the coast said...
832->557
833->610
834
The Deserter: "It was hard in the '10s..." He shakes his head. "I didn't have partisan training, they were searching for stragglers, those bloodhounds..." He closes his eyes. "Floodlights on the water at night."
834->143
835->80
835->81
836
You: "The weapons cache under Saint-Ghislaine 22B." (Point to it.) "In the basement. Have you been there?"
835->836
889
You: "One more question -- do you smoke Tioumoutiri cigarettes?"
835->889
892
You: "Tell me another thing..." (Conclude.)
835->892
836->146
838
Variable["seafort.deserter_savoir_how_he_got_into_cache"]
837->838
839
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_savoir_how_he_got_into_cache"])
837->839
838->35
838->333
839->611
840->408
841->911
842->703
843
You: Assess his body language.
844
You: Variable["seafort.deserter_composure_white_succeeded"]
843->844
845
Variable["seafort.deserter_composure_white_succeeded"]
844->845
846
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_composure_white_succeeded"])
844->846
845->159
846->159
11800302
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / DESERTER REASONING
847->11800302
848->624
849->757
850->704
953
Pain Threshold: Like an amputated limb in the sand.
851->953
852
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
853
IsKimHere()
852->853
854
!(IsKimHere())
852->854
853->899
854->799
855
Interfacing: There does not seem to be a magazine in the well... the rifle's side is clearly visible.
855->359
856->802
857->5
857->93
857->94
857->160
857->216
857->299
857->421
857->517
857->565
857->623
857->699
857->701
857->843
860
You: "Those words: 'the future teaches you...'"
857->860
858->222
859->953
860->717
861->533
959
Kim Kitsuragi: "What does it say?" he asks doubtfully.
862->959
863->1013
865
IsCunoInParty()
864->865
866
!(IsCunoInParty())
864->866
941
Cuno: "This guy's smoked a lot of people with this, huh?"
865->941
960
The Deserter: The old man blinks slowly. A strange jitter comes over him, he pushes his right leg down and does not reply.
866->960
867
The Deserter: The old man keeps following your motions with his gaze. His right arm twitches suddenly...
867->179
869
Variable["TASK.advanced_ballistics_analysis_done"]
868->869
870
!(Variable["TASK.advanced_ballistics_analysis_done"])
868->870
904
Kim Kitsuragi: "No one said it has to be a Belle-Magrave..." The lieutenant does not take his eyes off the old man. "We were just guessing."
869->904
870->55
871->1015
872
You: "You've been on this island for 43 years?"
872->309
873->657
874->747
875->262
876->977
877->449
878->19
879
The Deserter: "Let's." He looks you in the eye. "You represent the Moralist International, the enemies of humanity, who took this city. I represent their adversary, le Parti communiste d'Insulinde."
879->239
880
The Deserter: IsKimHere()
881
IsKimHere()
880->881
882
!(IsKimHere())
880->882
1038
Kim Kitsuragi: "Is that part of why you've been here all this time? Because the Party didn't surrender?"
881->1038
882->459
883->243
884->405
886
Variable["plaza.rene_revolution_party_didnt_surrender"]
885->886
887
!(Variable["plaza.rene_revolution_party_didnt_surrender"])
885->887
886->832
887->557
888->911
889->31
890
The Deserter: He opens his eyes and looks at something, to your left... then at you.
890->36
891->147
892->38
894
Cuno: "Officer Cuno's got his Kiejl A9 pointed at your fucking head and he's gonna blow it clean off if you don't drop your weapon right now!" His pointed finger is moving inside his pocket.
893->894
894->293
896
Variable["gates.deserter_composure_catatonic"]
895->896
897
!(Variable["gates.deserter_composure_catatonic"])
895->897
896->468
897->515
898->482
898->635
899->900
900->428
901->49
902
The Deserter: Another spitball lands in the ashes. That's all the answer he gives.
902->260
903->902
904->373
905
Kim Kitsuragi: "I wonder how old it is."
"I wonder how old it is."
905->375
906
Logic: 51 - 8 = 43
906->872
1020
You: "How long have you been on this island?"
906->1020
907->584
908
The Deserter: Variable["seafort.deserter_ency_shooting_royalists"]
909
Variable["seafort.deserter_ency_shooting_royalists"]
908->909
910
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_ency_shooting_royalists"])
908->910
909->714
1021
Jump to: [themainhub]
910->1021
911->585
911->591
911->652
911->654
911->720
914
You: "How have you survived all this time?"
911->914
923
You: "What is this place? This island..."
911->923
938
You: "How have you concealed yourself all these years?"
911->938
912->47
913->496
1023
You: "I fuelled the generator. Then used the console."
913->1023
914->287
916
IsNight()
915->916
917
!(IsNight())
915->917
916->442
917->185
918->816
919->344
920->1026
921->596
922->450
923->281
924->402
925
You: "So you were like a priest?"
925->136
926->824
927->457
928->1040
929->75
930->402
1043
The Deserter: "Supplies, vegetables..." He winces. "I collect rainwater. It's the life of a dog, not a human being." He coughs once more, then puts his hand on his belly...
931->1043
932->140
932->931
934
IsKimHere()
933->934
935
!(IsKimHere())
933->935
934->512
935->463
936->606
937->911
938->834
939->249
940->1006
941->492
943
IsCunoInParty()
942->943
944
!(IsCunoInParty())
942->944
943->751
944->257
952
The Deserter: "Military aid," he pats the rifle, "from our brothers in the Hsin-Yao Commune."
945->952
947
Variable["seafort.deserter_authority_red_success"]
946->947
948
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_authority_red_success"])
946->948
947->360
948->48
949->852
950->851
951->50
952->765
953->223
955
IsTHCPresent("communist")
954->955
956
!(IsTHCPresent("communist"))
954->956
955->767
956->303
957->951
958->176
959->433
960->961
961->576
963
IsKimHere()
962->963
964
!(IsKimHere())
962->964
963->815
964->812
965->650
967
Variable["tc.date_fifty_one"]
966->967
968
!(Variable["tc.date_fifty_one"])
966->968
967->906
968->1020
969->911
970->908
971->58
973
IsCunoInParty()
972->973
974
!(IsCunoInParty())
972->974
973->412
974->380
975->775
1001
Volition: But he can now.
976->1001
977->911
978->450
979->71
979->453
979->549
980
You: "I've always suspected the same.."
979->980
980->21
981->785
983
Variable["seafort.deserter_ie_shepherd"]
982->983
984
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_ie_shepherd"])
982->984
983->394
983->925
984->1041
985->456
986->1040
987->284
988->911
989->27
990->197
991->402
993
Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_cancer"]
992->993
994
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_cancer"])
992->994
993->196
994->828
995->32
996->890
997->90
998->694
999->288
999->462
1000->414
1001->471
1002->301
1004
Variable["seafort.deserter_reaction_not_jumpyde"]
1003->1004
1005
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_reaction_not_jumpyde"])
1003->1005
1004->419
1005->855
1006->47
1007->569
1008->424
1009->808
1010->518
1011->641
1012->867
1013->581
1014->95
1015->576
1017
IsKimHere()
1016->1017
1018
!(IsKimHere())
1016->1018
1017->905
1018->647
1019->857
1020->122
1021->857
1022->271
1022->715
1023->227
1024->318
1025->819
1026->911
1027->911
1028->546
1029->548
1057
Variable["TASK.get_yourself_organised_done"]
1030->1057
1031->599
1032->732
1033->73
1034->139
1035->879
1036->1037
1037->880
1038->26
1039->460
1040->911
1041->822
1042->402
1043->1044
1045
IsKimHere()
1044->1045
1046
!(IsKimHere())
1044->1046
1045->604
1046->77
1046->829
1047->408
1049
The Deserter: "I know."
1048->1049
1049->683
1050->683
1051->47
11820506
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / DESERTER ARREST
1052->11820506
1053->342
1054->564
11800455
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / DESERTER REASONING
1055->11800455
11820437
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / DESERTER ARREST
1056->11820437
1058
Variable["TASK.get_yourself_organised_done"]
1057->1058
1059
!(Variable["TASK.get_yourself_organised_done"])
1057->1059
1058->212
1059->42
1060
You: "No, I really am a communist. I have communist thoughts in my head."
"No, I really am a communist. A Nilsenist inframaterialist."