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Hannah ★★★★★
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Codename Panther (ПАНТЕРА)
Race Ruvilian
Occupation Military Personnel
EGO Strength Weak
Nationality Republic of Ruvila
Class Heavy Weapon Specialist
Affiliation Cosmodrome Tactical Unit
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Personal History

       This seasoned mercenary, capable of taking on a thousand men single-handedly, is short-tempered and vicious, possessing astonishing destructive power on the battlefield, earning her the nickname "Princess of the Fiery Tongue." In her daily life, she is extremely lazy and unwilling to be bound by military discipline. Currently, she is engaged in a cat-and-mouse game of wits with the overly serious and responsible new commander, Julius, unfortunately, she is on the mouse side.

       Formerly employed by military contractors, she now belongs to the Joint Development Territory's Cosmodrome Tactical Unit, which, according to her, is because the Joint Development Territory is very willing to pay, that's all.

       Hannah wasn't actually that mean , what she desired was a carefree life, free of vengeance and violence , at least enough to bask in the sun and sleep soundly when it was warm. The life of constantly risking her life as a defense contractor had left her weary. However, she had also grown accustomed to gaining respect through displaying strength and arrogance, thereby securing a more relaxed and comfortable space.

       Hannah, upon joining the unit, did indeed achieve her life goals for a time: she would get drunk at night, sleep all day, and single-handedly solve missions relying on her experience and well-tested animal instincts. Her superiors and comrades dared not provoke this uncrowned queen, instead relying on her as their primary fighting force. Unfortunately, the arrival of the clueless Julius shattered her idyllic life.

       Faced with a demanding new commander, she tried to use her old tricks again, but intimidation and threats were useless against the highly ambitious knight. In terms of strength, Julius was no less capable. Moreover, the new captain was working hard to develop her talent as a machine gunner, patiently guiding her training and urging (actually forcing) her to change her mercenary tactics, which were characterized by grand scale but wasted ammunition.

       Hannah remained sharp-tongued, but unable to openly contradict her superior, she resorted to underhanded tactics: pouring whiskey into opaque jugs or switching to vodka, so Julius wouldn't catch her drinking it. If discovered, she'd feign ignorance and deny everything. She also seized every opportunity when Julius was out on business to sleep in. Julius's new management style had improved the skills of her and her colleagues, but Hannah still didn't want to rely on her superior and teammates, perhaps feeling she would incur too many favors.

Personal Report

        To the ordinary officers of the Security Bureau, Hannah, with that terrifying scar on her cheek and the general-purpose machine gun that’s always seen carried by her side emits a "don't mess with me" aura.

       Indeed, even the muddle-headed administrative staff in the office have experienced her explosive temper. For a long time, even if other officers didn't outright keep clear of her, they certainly had no desire to strike up any kind of relationship with her.

       On one hand, this is Hannah's natural disposition; on the other hand, it is her workplace strategy. Whether on the battlefield or in the office, she needs to be overbearing and flaunt her strength, giving the other party an initial intimidation tactic to assert her own importance. In this way, as long as she regularly goes out to clean up short-sighted scavengers, she can enjoy a leisurely life free from disciplinary constraints while receiving a fixed salary.

       Sleeping from sunrise to sunset, and drinking from sunset to sunrise, relying on her rich experience as a former mercenary and her beast-like battlefield intuition, dealing with ordinary mobs is an easy task for her. In this way, the higher-ups relied even more on this core combat power, until Julius became her new boss, and her good days came to an end.

       Hannah's intimidating "three-axe trick" (initial tricks) was completely useless against her. What made it even harder to deal with was that Julius believed a talent like Hannah must be utilized to the fullest, so she would drag her to the firing range every day, forcing her to form the habit of controlled long-burst firing instead of wasting ammunition.

       From then on, the dynamic between the superior and subordinate turned into a game of cat and mouse, with Hannah playing the mouse. She had no choice but to steal standard-issue whiskey using a brown bottle she got from Grid, and her favorite activity during lazy afternoons was taking a nap, which she could now only do while Julius was out on business. Regardless, the Cosmodrome Tactical Unit under Julius’ reorganization is not only united, but its combat effectiveness is also vastly different from the past. Thus, Hannah is not entirely blind to Julius' ability and effort.

       However, Julius’ meddling didn't stop there. For instance, when she noticed new scars on Hannah's face and hands, she incessantly asked whether she had been bullied by someone, Hannah, of course, could never admit that she would be bullied by anyone. Similarly, she could never admit that she could be bullied by some kind of animal.
       Especially, she absolutely could not admit that, because she liked to feed stray cats, she ended up being "bullied" intensely by a particularly domineering and fierce wild cat that broke into her home.

Interviews transcript

Interviewee: Sylvia
"Miss Hannah always wears old clothes that don't fit well, and she lives alone. She doesn't even take care of herself when she catches a cold or gets a fever, so I thought about whether I should knit a sweater or something for her. But every time I bring it up, she flinches and avoids it, looking unwilling. Could it be that she also thinks the clothes I knit look very old-fashioned? ......"

Interviewee: Erika
"Uh... that machine gun, and that sour face that looks like everyone owes her twenty thousand union ruble. But Felice said that if you take advantage of her afternoon nap to pet her head, you can see a rare and magnificent sight, she will make a purring sound or something. You're asking if I have personally verified this? , I don't want to die just yet."

Interviewee: Unknown Round-faced Wild Cat
"Hiss!!~ ......"


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Scene Dialogue
Obtain Dialogue (Self-Introduction) Halt! I'm Hannah from the Cosmodrome tactical unit. You've entered the restricted area. Before I finish going through that stupid warning procedure, you'd better get out of here, or else... Ah, it's Prapor. I didn't recognize you. Sorry.
Enter Main Interface I heard the guys from the Union have pretty sharp teeth, opening bottles is a piece of cake for them. Here, I happen to have a bottle, want to try it?
Main Interface Greeting 1 Tsk... those footsteps... that pretentious young master is coming again! Ah, Prapor! You've come at the right time, quick, quick, I need to hide this bottle on you!
Main Interface Greeting 2 What was the atmosphere like in the mercenary group I worked for before? A bunch of locusts, eager to devour everything in their path, shooting from one place to another with their guns, and then at night they'd eat and brag about how many they'd shot…
Main Interface Greeting 3 *Hiccup*, Hey! You've had enough. Give me the car, the keys…I'll drive…Oh, right, I'm not at the midnight party anymore. Hello, Prapor, I'm currently…hiccup, on duty…Let's talk about it later…
Main Interface Greeting 4 Huh? Are you kidding me? Why has the price of canned fish gone up again?! Warrant Officer, please, please sign this complaint letter from the Fisheries and Aquatic Products Administration as well!
Extended Idle Period Meow-meow-kitty, come here, scratching your chin, and you're purring contentedly? Rubbing against me, hehe, snuggling up to my little cutie-Prapor!? When did you get here!?
Main Interface Greeting 5 (Affinity Requirement) If I could, I'd rather use my gun barrel to open a few bottles of birch sap than someone's skull.
Main Interface Greeting 6 (Affinity Requirement) Ah-how relaxing! No more gunfire and explosions to lull me into a frenzy. Unless there's one or two furry creatures… no, nothing much.
Main Interface Greeting 7 (Affinity Requirement) You and Julius are cut from the same cloth, both reeking of sanctimonious honesty yet utterly reliable. No wonder you can find so many fools willing to risk their lives for you in this chaotic world. Of course, I'm one of them.
Main Interface Greeting 8 (Affinity Requirement) Once a goal is set, there's no stopping you from achieving it; promises must be kept, no matter the sacrifice, that's the kind of leader you can trust. If you, as a Prapor, can do that too, then I might be willing to lend a hand.
Main Interface Greeting 9 (Affinity Requirement) What to do about a hangover headache? Simple, just have another round of drinks!
High-Frequency Interactions No, no, don't touch it! It's so itchy, my hair is standing on end!
Training Mercenaries hate owing favors the most. You've helped me so many times, I'll definitely do it again. It wouldn't be right not to make some contributions.
Level Up What you should arm yourself with are honed skills, not a body full of broken metal!
Join Squad Ready to prepare!
Stage Victory Haha, I'll have something to brag about at the dinner table tonight!
Stage Defeat Relax, no one is a winner every time.
Enter Stage The show is about to begin!
Battle Commence Quick victory!
Voluntary Retreat Tsk, let's avoid the limelight for now.
Select Say it.
Move Find purpose.
Attack Fire freely!
Skill Don't run away! This is just the beginning! Hahaha!
Board Vehicle Give me the steering wheel!
Exit Vehicle Expand!
Gain Buff I don't say thank you.
Enemy Kill What's the next goal?
Enemy Routed Perform cleanup!
Armour Decreased After Attack Ugh, I'm under attack!
Armour Depleted This is not good.
Knocked Down A fatal mistake...
Suppressed State How could this be? Hah... Did I rush too fast...?
Routed Retreat State Ah... that was too reckless...
Login Greeting KEDR
Daytime Greeting Ugh...headache...ah, it's Prapor. Go find someone else to do the work.
…………………I drank too much yesterday, my head hurts so much…………………Ugh……………………Ugh………………
Evening Greeting Good evening, Prapor. Worried about my previous injury? Haha, it didn't hurt as much as when I stepped on a cat's tail and got scratched.
Late Night Greeting I hate those "regular army" kids in the Cosmodrome tactical unit the most, acting like they know the cruelty of battle inside and out. On a real battlefield where lives are at stake, seeing them fight like wild beasts... I hope they can be lucky enough to stay innocent forever.
Midnight Greeting Staying up late is bad for your health? You're so nosy, you'll probably die young! I haven't been able to fall asleep properly for a long time. The moment I close my eyes, I see everything around me reduced to ruins… You feel the same way? Then come keep me company!
Character Birthday Oh... a birthday. I’d almost forgotten such a thing existed. Back then, it felt like every day was spent either dead drunk or smashing things to pieces.
Player Birthday "Happy birthday"... or something like that? Is that the right way to offer greetings on a day like this, Prapor? I'm not really sure. Anyway, surely no one would find fault with getting absolutely wasted today, right?