Operator Fluorite once encouraged local civilians to violently resist a criminal organization and helped an Endfield field operations team escape certain threats. Operator Akekuri thus endorsed Fluorite's employment with Endfield Industries. She is now a member of Operations Team Z7. No new criminal records have been filed against the Operator since then. Pay particular attention to Fluorite in social settings. Her "personal grudges" are usually not as significant as we make them, but conversations with her may take unexpected turns. Fortunately, Fluorite is not averse to being a listener. Since we place greater importance on an operator's combat capabilities, her peculiarity is not particularly difficult to handle. However, she seized the initiative and answered every question on the list before I formally delivered it to her. In fact, she even started laughing before I could complete my engaging answers. This situation was not predicted by my algorithms. Hence, this interview has been added to the archives of unique case studies for further analysis. — Martin Marvin Malen, Assistant, HR Division, Endfield Industries
Main attribute +79
Peco 5 · Level 9ATK +34.
Peco 5 · Level 9Oh, we ready to play?
Hold on, what if someone's not ready for it?
Peace and smiles, ladies and gents.
Wow, looks like I'm quite the catch.
Not bad... Mind if I tweak it a little?
The fancier the gear, the bigger the hassle, right?
Nobody wants to spar with me? What a shame.
So many battle records... Endfield sure lives up to the "Industries" part.
Looks like the real work's just getting started.
I'm truly honored ... but I guess it means even longer hours on field missions, yeah?
Maybe throw in a medal next time. Never had one before.
If the Band Fringes are part of the "better world" we're trying to build, then we've got plenty of work to do, don't we?
Op Z7 skirmisher, Fluorite. Got anything to say? No? How about we just call it a day?
Who's due for some bad luck this time?
Distract them? Disable them? Or ... just destroy them?
Relax, I'll get the job done right.
Busy day, huh, big hero?
When was the last time you actually rested?
Well ... this is new. No tasks for me today?
Did Akekuri just stroll into the training room, grinning ... with a sword? Guess I'll stay out of her sight for a bit longer...
The first time I picked up a gun, I didn't even know how to open the chamber. With a bunch of guys charging at me, it wasn't like I had a choice... Honestly, this training's a breeze compared to the chaos back in the frontier.
CODENAME: Fluorite GENDER: Female AUTHENTICATION: Endfield Industries DOB: June 21 RACE: Phidia [ORIPATHY INFECTION STATUS] Oripathy positive (infected), based on medical examination reports. [INTEGRATED PHYSICAL EXAMINATION] PHYSIOLOGICAL STRENGTH: Standard COMBAT SKILL: Excellent TACTICAL ACUMEN: Standard ORIGINIUM ARTS ASSIMILATION: Normal We would like to remind Miss Fluorite to regard our regular physical examinations as an official requirement and attend a session. If she finds yet another excuse for her absence, we shall escalate this situation to Miss Akekuri.
Operator Fluorite once encouraged local civilians to violently resist a criminal organization and helped an Endfield field operations team escape certain threats. Operator Akekuri thus endorsed Fluorite's employment with Endfield Industries. She is now a member of Operations Team Z7. No new criminal records have been filed against the Operator since then. Pay particular attention to Fluorite in social settings. Her "personal grudges" are usually not as significant as we make them, but conversations with her may take unexpected turns. Fortunately, Fluorite is not averse to being a listener. Since we place greater importance on an operator's combat capabilities, her peculiarity is not particularly difficult to handle. However, she seized the initiative and answered every question on the list before I formally delivered it to her. In fact, she even started laughing before I could complete my engaging answers. This situation was not predicted by my algorithms. Hence, this interview has been added to the archives of unique case studies for further analysis. — Martin Marvin Malen, Assistant, HR Division, Endfield Industries
According to Fluorite herself, her Originium Arts solely focused on the creation of polymorphic fluids with adhesive abilities. However, if this were true (which I personally feel to be not), then her malignant social skills could only be explained by her "extensive experiences" — since she has expert-level abilities in identifying damaging information about others. Fluorite's willingness to reveal such information without hesitation is another thing entirely. Even though Arts assimilation test results are publicly accessible, there are those who stubbornly believe that Fluorite has secret "divination" abilities. "Just think about it. You almost flopped your PE and the instructor just gave you an earful. While heading back to the dorms you see Fluorite along the corridors and she suddenly goes, 'I guess it can't be helped. Midnight sandwiches are just so divine'... She's so friggin' annoying! Fine, I know I shouldn't be snacking at night but why would she say it out loud?" One Operations Team Z7 member once voiced their frustrations, but instead of receiving comfort, they were met with a chorus of knowing looks that silently said, "I feel you." In all fairness, Fluorite does not intend to stir up trouble and she hardly speaks during dialogs. However, her carefree nature combined with her excessively unforgiving tone proved to be rather discomforting to most people during many situations. When these issues were brought before Fluorite, her defense was simple and sincere: "You want me to go and apologize?"
If it wasn't for pure luck that we ended up in the same team, we'd be doubling the trouble. But don't worry, I'll keep them in check.
When we were kids, we'd sleep all day on the burdenbeasts, sunbathing so we wouldn't feel hungry... Not that I'm complaining about the perks; I just think it'd be a shame not to soak up a little sunshine at this altitude.
You're like Supervisor Perlica — can't really hate you. The big shots out in the frontier love clinging to their status and pride, but honestly, people will follow a real leader, with or without all that.
Here, a little gadget for you. Relax, nothing will pop out of it.
Hmm, a "colleague" of mine once accepted a gift and ended up taking the fall... Why are you shaking your head so hard?
Negotiation skills? Please, don't flatter those street punks. They bark loud, but the moment their boss shakes the bowl, they come trotting back. They're just tools — no spine, no plan. They make a mess, sure, but the real rot? It's the ones sitting on all the power and resources, squeezing the rest of us dry.
I got in some trouble before I joined. Akekuri bailed me out. Her squad was busy saving the town, kicking out those Landbreakers. And the locals? They were too busy eyeing Endfield's supplies like vultures... Now, tell me, what would you have done?
I've got six uncles, eight aunts, and twenty-two siblings ... yeah, we're very much like the Cautuses. We weren't all related, just folks who fled with me and my mom. Some came later, some vanished who-knows-when. But we stuck together, even if it was only for a short while. That was family enough for me.
Some people forget we've got four limbs, not just two to drag ourselves around. Stay hunched long enough, you stop looking like a person. The frontier's full of folks like that. But if you've got the guts to look up? Then maybe you've got a shot at something better.
Here, take this letter. Burn it in the wildlands if I don't make it back. You can read it if you want, just a bunch of little things. The person it's meant for is gone. Guess it's up to me to find the answers they were looking for. I'm sure the big hero of Talos-II will help me, right?
This is one of my go-to bombs. Just tweak the adhesive surface, and it'll blow up exactly where it counts. Oh, don't stress about its power. It's way more effective at stalling the target than just blowing things up.
After going over my file, Supervisor Perlica gave me the codename "Fluorite". It's naturally toxic, yet perfect for creating all kinds of industrial products. I get what she meant after skimming through the book. But, honestly? Kind of a cheeky choice.
When I was a kid, my mom and I were always running from one place to the next. Eventually, I had to survive on my own in the frontier. Some places gave us reserved grain as rations, while others taxed us with all sorts of made-up fees. Everywhere felt like home, yet nowhere truly was. The settlements in the frontier never lasted long, and the idea of "home" never really meant anything.
Beauty has always defined the wildlands. The animals driven away by the Blight never really leave — they just shift their paths each year. Grass creeps back the moment the Blight retreats. Nature has its own rhythm, and there's only so much it can take... Sometimes I wonder if we really belong in that balance.
In the backwaters I've lived, it's always the enforcers who squeeze people the hardest. They know how fragile things are — one spark of chaos, and the whole place could crumble. So, they create a twisted balance by holding the locals hostage. Unless you're close enough to grab their throats, nothing's ever going to change.
Take a wild guess — who do you think sealed those ears into the evidence bag? Yep, even our kind-hearted Captain knew there wasn't a better choice on Talos-II. And that face she made, all teary but holding it in? Adorable.
He might look like he's enjoying it, but go easy on him. The super-prepared ones are usually the most afraid of screwing up. No one's mistake-proof... What, I should stop asking him for favors? Pfft, why should I? Don't worry — he'll push through, even if he's scared stiff. He always does.
Don't touch Estella's playlist, or let her chase danger for real. You think she's got everything under control? Uh-uh. Better keep a mop handy, my dear.
That big lizard's cool as ice, even in the heat of battle — probably doesn't even realize he's in danger. It drives the Captain up the wall ... but hey, that's just how he rolls. Me and him? Hmm... We're totally cool ... as long as he remembers my tail's not for staring.
Found something cool, mind if I take it all?
Did you see that over there? Oh, never mind, forget I said anything.
Found a nice spot. Hmm ... seems like fun.
Everyone, we've got a new buddy to play with.
Ah, the good ol' DIY. Just like the bitter old days.
*Yawn* Coming. Y'all are so productive.
Wooo, what a find. And no name tag? Hmm...
I had one of these before... What happened after wasn't so great.
If only I could've eliminated the Blight back then...
Finally, time to restock on bombs.
See? I knew this would come in handy.
That was just bad luck. One more round.
Careful, don't get jinxed.
...I slipped.
I should've ... caught that.
Well, that was something.
Not bad. Shame no one's here to film it.
Nice words, but save yourself some breath.
Well, we are an elite team, after all.
Back to my old gig, huh?
We're so committed! Fingers crossed for a bonus.
Good, one less problem to worry about.
Too bad, they almost had a chance.
Yep, yep. We totally couldn't have done it without you.
Hmph. Not bad, but not quite enough.
Moping won't get us anywhere, but action will. C'mon, this isn't over yet.
*Whistle* Fetch!
Attention please.
Here you go.
Hope you like this!
Tick tock!
Hmph. Show time.
They've got more holes than cheese.
Savor this.
Bet you love it.
Surprise.
Bedtime, honey.
Guess you've lived long enough?
This is gonna be loud.
End of the road, pal.
Verana. Known aliases: Double Hands, Gossipmonger, Shots-Got-Eyes, Strangleweed. Female. Phidia. Green haired. Former muscle Boozers, former muscle for the Lamelegs; former member of the gunslinger posse for the Hungry Lupos; honorary member of the Scarred Company (scratched out to avoid reprisal); top shooter working for "Weird Neck" Logan. Rumors say that Verana began working at a proper security company after leaving the underworld. Verana is extremely skilled in the use of hand guns, throwing daggers, and hand crossbows. She is famous for her quick-draws, cunning, and willingness to lay down various traps. Keep an eye on anything she holds. Do not believe anything (not even a word) she says. Do not attempt to confront her in the wildlands as it has proved to be extremely risky and dangerous. WANTED FOR: Violating the established order; stealing gang supplies, treason; inflaming local tensions in the town of Oriron Screw, toppling the business of "Weird Neck" Logan, and physically wounding and crippling every member of his operations. Also, we now have verified that she is the one who dealt a powerful kick to the nethers of a certain spokesperson in a public setting before fleeing the scene. INTERMEDIARY: Go to the bar Road of No Return and talk to Bald Brown. Payment upon delivery, to be made in old bills with no consecutive serials. Body parts also accepted. 30% for hands and feet. 50% for the tongue. BOUNTY: 300,000 T-Creds UPDATE: 450,000 T-Creds UPDATE: 800,000 T-Creds (Payer's request: Another 200,000 T-Creds if captured alive!) UPDATE: 1,200,000 T-Creds (Handwritten scribbles) That "certain" spokesperson is Powell. He deserved it. SOW Notes: After much persuasion from our side, Operator Fluorite voluntarily submitted this bounty poster. As of now, we can verify that no copies furnished with her handwriting can be found. The Human Resources Division has already conferred with Operator Fluorite regarding the public attack on the spokesperson. Please direct your inquiries to the said division if you need to peruse the relevant records. Spokesperson Powell did not suffer serious physical injuries, but his public image took a significant blow. This was due not only to his exaggerated and undignified reactions to the intense pain, but also due to the fact that he revealed a malicious demeanor (upon finding Fluorite), which sharply contrasted with the public persona he had built throughout the days. Our investigations further revealed that Spokesperson Powell's early political activities were primarily centered around several free cities near the frontiers. Records indicate frequent interactions with leaders of various minor criminal organizations. One such example is "Weird Neck" Logan, who once dominated the town of Oriron Screw and is a potential suspect in illicit crop trading and the use of forced labor in hazardous environments. Logan has, on multiple occasions, granted Powell monetary benefits in exchange for protection. Operator Fluorite's final action in the town of Oriron Screw obviously revealed her personal grudge against Spokesperson Powell, who had secretly offered protection for local criminal organizations. After accessing monitoring records, we verified that Fluorite carried out the deed while donning a mask. Spokesperson Powell's criminal records have since been submitted to the TGCC. This incident is unlikely to trigger further PR issues, for now.
"The thing is, those towns and villages have been completely abandoned. According to the path described by Fluorite herself, you'll realize that she's like a scavenger, swooping from one dying town to the next. Once a new 'corpse' appears, she would spread her wings and 'fly off' again..." "I'm not questioning her motives. These vagabonds were not the ones who caused the towns to fade away. Folks could only find less than ideal places to settle, places that only had limited access to support and resources from the fringes. If a hub city meets a crisis, then the resulting supply breakdown could initiate a chain reaction capable of killing every town along the route." "Death starts from the most isolated spots, the weakest link of the chain. Refugees would then ride the wave of collapse until they either arrive at a new town that offers enough stability, or fade away completely in the wildlands like a certain town out there... People even came up with a special name to describe this phenomenon." "As long as the links between our cities remain fragile and tenuous, the stranding will never end. Crisis breeds privilege, and privilege is a hot bed for sin. Once we reach the threshold, Civilization is no longer a home, but a yoke that the monopolists shackle onto the necks of their slaves." "We must master the power that can help us prevent this from happening."
Mama, I heard about how my uncles and aunts are doing: Gordon. Alloycarrot. Trucker. Elsa. The Unicity. Seems to be a cashier at a grocery store. Andalusia. Free City of Neo Tsukushi. Journalist. Big William. Town of Oriron Screw (abandoned). Passed away due to a railroad accident. Karakurt. I only managed to learn that she left for Morospolis. She was last seen near Valley V. Ebby. Not yet found. Cavill. Not yet found. "Long Legs". Currently serving his term. They treat inmates pretty well in Hongshan. Aldan. Tried fighting me but ran away. I don't intend to look for him anymore. Piece of trash. ............ Verana, you can also call me "Fluorite" now. I've reached the skies. Place is interesting so I might stick around for a while. If you find this letter and regard yourself as a decent individual, please give this to Endfield Industries or burn it in the frontiers. Much appreciated. — A piece of wrinkled paper, folded many times. When the logistics operator gave this to Fluorite, she noticed a gentleness rarely seen in the latter's eyes.