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[Ag-Ttan was once a proud nomad rebel, wandering the the wastelands of above-ground Ivalice with her three younger sisters, Alicia, Lavian, and Meliadoul. Using trickery and brute strength, they fought off beasts that would otherwise drive them underground. People called them The Black Siblings. When the great battle for retaking their homeland from the Zodiac Demons heated up, she joined the Heretic-Dan as a mech pilot and piloted a holy mech called the King Ag-Ttan. She was proud to fight on the front lines and after a long battle and facing many sorrows, the Heretic-Dan prevailed.]
[Some years passed, and she was now one of the top people in the government, though war has erupted again, this time against an intergalactic enemy. Clad in a special uniform and brimming with spiral energy, she and the rest of the Heretic-Dan made ready to be sent into space to protect their still recently reclaimed home.]
[The train she was on though to go to the launch was not supposed to take that long, though. She twirls the keys to the King Ag-Ttan around her finger, looking mighty pissed. Her thoughts turn to her siblings, her newborn niece Meliadoul gave birth to recently, and the lovely sniper Ovelia Littner, who just recently returned from who knows where after several years to help fight.]
WHEN IN THE CRAP IS THIS PILE OF JUNK GONNA MAKE IT TO THE STATION, HUH? THE WHOLE FRIGGIN' WORLD IS IN DANGER! CAN'T YOU AT LEAST BE ON TIME FOR THAT?
[Some years passed, and she was now one of the top people in the government, though war has erupted again, this time against an intergalactic enemy. Clad in a special uniform and brimming with spiral energy, she and the rest of the Heretic-Dan made ready to be sent into space to protect their still recently reclaimed home.]
[The train she was on though to go to the launch was not supposed to take that long, though. She twirls the keys to the King Ag-Ttan around her finger, looking mighty pissed. Her thoughts turn to her siblings, her newborn niece Meliadoul gave birth to recently, and the lovely sniper Ovelia Littner, who just recently returned from who knows where after several years to help fight.]
WHEN IN THE CRAP IS THIS PILE OF JUNK GONNA MAKE IT TO THE STATION, HUH? THE WHOLE FRIGGIN' WORLD IS IN DANGER! CAN'T YOU AT LEAST BE ON TIME FOR THAT?