Crownslayer

Ursus... us... Ursus.

Rhodes Island...
I've caught you.

Is this what your Kal'tsit taught you?

*Hiss* Haah...

||Specialist Operator Crownslayer, bane of tyrants, sword of vengeance.||

Are you still hesitant to let her know about the Truckers' Union? But can you really just stand here and watch something happen to her?

...What are you talking about? Why would you...?

Gah! My arm! Let go of me! Pizdets! Vaffanculo!

Violence, hatred, ideals, fate... your Kal'tsit always has an explanation, doesn't she?

How could I repay your generosity for such a precious article, Duke?

If you're still thirsty, feel free to take more.

When I was in Ursus, I knew someone with similar ideas. She lost herself in the end.

'You're scary... but also amazing. C-Can I go with you?'

Director Kal'tsit, Dr. Kal'tsit. No matter what hat she wears, she's still her same, cold-blooded self. Yet, I do find it believable that she didn't betray my father. Maybe she's not as ruthless as she looks, after all. Hmm, what do you think, Doctor?

A Lupo woman wearing a red hoodie, protective gear around her neck... Eirene really does remind me of someone I hate.

The Empire just hasn't gotten to the point where they'll treat all the Ursus like we do.

||Her sole target is the golden lighter one of them is playing with in his hand.

She recognizes that lighter, and knows the two are not its owners. It belongs to a driver who doesn't smoke.||

Don't worry, I always deliver.

||The chance reunion only ended after he forced Lyudmila into drinking three cans of salt soda.
She couldn't deny her own happiness right then.||

I told you already. Until I kill you, or you kill me.

Not much of a night drive with an empty passenger seat, yeah?

But since you guys will be busy with that film shoot at Court Square tonight, you'll just have to make do with soda

Not too sure myself, but it's been a while now.

Even the cause I believed in... was just somebody's tool. You all know, right? Talulah betrayed us. No matter what the deal is, Reunion is over.

It might be time to return now. I'd like to see her again. Maybe she can give me some other suggestions... Ways for me to become stronger.

Hey, Eirene.

...You can obviously kill me easily! Don't tell me you're the type who plays with your prey!

||The same sorry figure pressed against the ground, the same pain shooting through her body.||

Very well.

Life in the Truckers Mutual Aid Association? We drive, we deliver, we drink, we mess around and have a good time. Nobody bares their fangs in Nuova Volsinii... But as my mentor once said, the Fangs will never truly disappear.