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Hello?
As Sniper-PK43's power reboots, his vision is filled with an unfamiliar yet somehow familiar face.
The armored girl quickly brushes away the snow that's accumulated on his frame.
Hey!
Commandant, remember Snipey?
I am a fully automated sniping platform, model Sniper-PK43. My name isn't "Snipey", though...
This conversation... feels strangely familiar.
You got it, Snipey!
...You're not listening at all! But strange how these words feel familiar, too...
Another scan of the local database yields no records of this gray-haired girl.
You show no signs of infection. May I inquire—
Before Snipey can finish his preset dialogue line, his visual module swivels sharply, having detected another life signal—
...A human.
It's been a long time since a human last appeared here.
Who are you?
The automated sniping platform before you blinks with puzzled red lights. Its optical cameras whirr rapidly as they rotate, accompanied by soft electrical buzzing.
The Gray Raven... Commandant?
The title rings familiar, but having been offline this entire time, Snipey fails to retrieve any relevant data.
Nanami's friend...?
And who is Nanami?
Argh, I can't believe you don't even remember Nanami!
Oh well, you're forgiven, Snipey! Come on, let's get ready to go now!
Snipey remains silent yet involuntarily activates the heating unit beneath its base, as if having performed this action countless times before.
Patting the Snipey's frame impatiently, Nanami raises her weapon with excitement.
Alright! Off we go, Commandant, Snipey!
Silver waterfowl circle in the winter sky, their gentle calls scattering seeds of hope below.
