Enemy Empire Page #2

you don't need to take more out of it.

Injury is great conflict resolution.

Killing lasts longer.

(dramatic sting)

Get whatever you need and let's go.

Unless you wanna fix your gun and

point it at that guy for awhile.

[Cleo] Hey, will you check

that Creature's pockets?

See what he's got, they steal stuff.

Why would he want anything?

(dramatic music)

Cleo, how attached are you

to your Creature theory?

Because this is just a man in a mask.

What does he look like?

Handsome.

You afraid or something?

Some people I was friends with

were taken by The King and turned

into Creatures, he's not one of them.

Would you consider this normal behavior?

There are more Creatures out here,

so maybe try not to get your

ass kicked next time, yeah?

I did not get my...

I'm breathing, he's not,

that's conflict resolution.

I got a whole arm made

out of conflict resolution!

(buzzing)

What are you doing, we have to go.

I am Lear, elite Junior

King of this outpost!

Who dareth trespass?

Oh great.

If we don't fight him,

he'll follow us until we do.

What don't you take care of this one, huh?

(buzzing)

[Lear] Who are you, who is that man there?

Cleo, oh I've heard talk of you.

They say you are a fortune that

rivals the treasures of the Isle De Roca.

You're a little behind the times.

Madam, I demand your attention!

From there, do not move, I am to

be viewed from below or

from an inferior angle.

Your hair suggests you believe

in alternative hygienic standards.

Your witticism lacks a definitive luster

and the caliber of even

a lower class education.

And the layout of your face,

on the whole, offends me.

I shall therefore acquisit my rights

as heir to the throne and

challenge you to a duel.

It will be a mighty battle for me.

For you, it will suck.

The winner, in other words I, shall

receive your treasure.

The loser, shortly hereafter to

be known forever as you, dies.

(action music)

And now we come to it, you

behold my mighty challenge!

The Duke of Lear descends upon

you with the fury of an army!

Hey Sol, may I borrow you for a moment?

Madam, I am protected

by powers of nobility.

Now have at thee, you shoddy gnat!

You pukish relic!

Are you serious?

Ha ha, oof!

Foul play, madam, foul play.

You lack an applicable skill set!

My worst day is the peak

of your craftsmanship.

Your ability is less than good.

Ah, you swarthy dog!

Embrace your forthcoming demise!

No, back you... (mumble)

hither away from my ship!

You know how long it took

me to get those suckers?

A really long time!

Amateur...

A monumental error.

Sol!

(arm powering up)

Oh those are pretty, yes, give.

Sol!

Oof!

(screaming)

[Cleo] Sol, don't kill him!

Ahhh!

[Cleo] Sol, no!

(choking, snap)

[Cleo] That was The Nomad King's cousin.

He looked like just another a**hole to me.

I fixed my arm.

Once he find out what you did,

we'll have no chance of

getting to Catherine quietly.

There are dead bodies all over the place.

I had a few here and there, so what?

So what?

Maybe we were both better off alone.

(dramatic music)

Do you keep your promises?

Of course.

You're nothing in this world if you don't.

Good, then you have to

take me to Catherine.

We have to stay together.

Why should I trust you?

I don't care for the situation.

Neither do I, but you're the only

breathing person I know, and I'm lost.

So this Catherine, she means a lot to you?

You could say that.

Good.

Well guide, guide.

Where are we going?

[Cleo] We need better weapons.

There's another outpost

not too far from here.

A full armory.

(enchanting music)

You have no idea where

you're going, do you?

No, there used to be an armory here.

Stop!

Woah...

I cannot believe we walked into

this without setting anything off.

We were lucky.

I'm sure they're all duds.

You have no idea what you're talking about.

I don't have any...

Which one of us thinks that this is a bomb?

Cleo?

What are you doing?

[Cleo] I want these.

[Sol] Where could you possibly wear those?

There's one main city left on Earth,

it's hidden underground,

and no one goes out to eat!

[Cleo] I like them, go to Hell.

[Sol] You're being irrational!

I am?

You don't protect your prosthetic arm

in the dirtiest part of the world?

Yeah, that's irrational.

It's not a prosthetic,

it's a deadly weapon.

Ah, sh*t!

That silly sword b*tch broke my goggles.

Keep your eyes closed.

[Cleo] Yeah, thanks.

Let me see.

Let me see them!

No, you break everything you touch.

No I don't.

Let me see them.

(snap) Ah...

What was that?

Uh, your goggles made a noise.

Wait, where are you going?

Come back... look, we're

surrounded by bombs.

Just don't move.

(click)

What was that, did you

just break my goggles?

No, but I did happen to set off

one of these extremely hazardous duds.

Relax, nothing bad is going to happen.

(clicking)

(gasp)

Oh sh*t, Cleo!

(suspesenful music)

(clicking stops)

Sol?

Sol?!

Sol?!

Oh come on!

(suspenseful music)

(grunting)

[Sol] Cleo, Cleo, are you okay?

(whirring, buzzing)

Your eyes...

You needed help.

You shouldn't have done that.

I can get out of this on my own.

(grunting)

Don't, stop struggling, it gets tighter

every time you move,

you can't get out of it.

Watch me.

Stop it!

Maybe this partnership wasn't a good idea.

Just go, I'll be fine.

What is wrong with you?

You are aggravating!

You're an aggravating woman.

You yell at me when I kill people,

you keep taking my arm bolt, and

frankly your planning is sub par.

I wasn't gonna say anything about

that, but it's becoming an issue.

So you don't think you need any help.

How can you help me?

What are those?

Keys.

For what?

They help with things.

This is your trap, isn't it?

I didn't mean what I said.

This is a delightful

partnership with many perks,

it's just that anyone I... everyone I...

the people around me die quite often.

I just thought it would be

nice, for you, if you didn't die.

It'd be nice for me too.

(coughing)

Thank you.

You saved my life, you keep doing that.

Don't take it personally.

[Sol] What if I did, I

might suspect you cared

about me and we'd have

to get to know each other.

Do I look better to you now?

I liked the way you looked before.

That's too bad.

It's okay, I can remember.

Hey, I think my mind

is playing tricks on me.

When I first opened my

eyes, I thought I saw a girl.

[Sol] Yeah, that's Sun Disease.

You were just hallucinating,

don't worry about it.

We keep finding these.

[Cleo] This one was just killed.

(dramatic music)

[Sol] Thought you could sneak up on me, eh?

(gasping)

[Cleo] That's her.

Him, her, you don't know.

He kind of looks like me.

Have you seen my parents?

[Sol] All right, that sounded

like a girl, but look...

[Scout] Team Nine to Control,

I found my partner's body in pieces.

[Control] The Cannibal Giric is hunting

Sol and Cleo, find them before he does,

and don't let him catch you too.

Team Nine, come in Team Nine.

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