A2 the Gynoid's Dark Past / Bring My Damn Spa...ghetti to the Allies!

A weary woman with long silver hair, her clothes tattered, and her skin cracked in many places, is dragging a restaurant waitress with blonde curly hair in a pink business suit along the way.

Behind the two, a machine with two mechanical arms and a silver rectangular upper body hovered around, searching for survivors.

P. S.: Just to clarify, Scanner Unit 21 is a member of the squad mentioned in NieR: Automata, but there are no blueprints for him.

Last night I caught up on the lore and discovered that the Drakengard series and the NieR series actually share the same universe.

Damn it, almost none of the main characters die a good death...

Yoko Taro! I will live and die with 2B!

Chapter 221, Section 235: The Dark History of A2 android

"A2, stop! How long are we going to go at this rate? I'm thirsty, I want some water!"

Panting heavily, Sarah Connor lay on the deserted ground and made demands of the silver-haired kidnapper.

Upon hearing this, A2 frowned, her face full of impatience, seemingly disliking this Mother of New Humans.

"Tsk, at this rate of fluid loss, you still have 48 hours before you reach your body's limit..."

Sarah Connor rolled her eyes, a surge of urge to curse rising within her.

Oh, right, in a sense, they aren't really human.

Will human history be ended by the intelligent AI Skynet, and will the earth's surface be occupied by all sorts of Machine Lifeforms?

The survivors fled to the Lunar Surface and formed the YoRHa Unit, also composed of intelligent machines, to wage war to reclaim their homeland.

And I am the mother of John Connor, the first leader of the Lunar Base?

The Terminator, belonging to the Machine Lifeforms faction, and the YoRHa Unit, defending Human Civilization, each travel from a time machine to the final battle, vying for my attention and altering history?

I can't believe this nonsense, I'm insane!

But the sight of the T800, its flesh ripped open before her eyes that night, revealing its steel frame, forced Sarah Connor to believe what she was seeing and obediently followed the last remaining A2 in their escape.

"Yes, a person can survive for seven days without water..."

"But I have no interest in testing the limits. Can't I just live a good life?"

"Also, if you find a water source, I suggest you take a shower, at least to clean yourself up..."

"Otherwise, we'll easily get into trouble if we meet other people!"

Given their current situation, Sarah had no choice but to muster her limited patience and offer advice to A2, the survivor of YoRHa Squad 1, who was clearly unwilling to communicate with her.

"Language Analysis 1: I'm thirsty and want to drink water. This is simply a normal physiological need for the human species, you idiot..."

"Language Analysis 2: You're too ugly. Your tattered appearance no longer conforms to normal human aesthetics and is easily noticeable. It's recommended that you collect resources, clean and repaint..."

The auxiliary robot POD042 behind the two, seeing that A2 still did not understand the meaning of the words, reminded this Old Model whose thinking was a bit slow to keep up in a tone of disdain.

After all, this woman was filthy, with disheveled hair, and the coating on her skin was partially peeling off, leaving only a few tattered pieces of cloth around her vital areas.

Even more disturbingly, a long sword stained with blood hovered behind her, along with several grotesque, tattered wounds, making for a rather bizarre sight.

A2 bit her lip with a displeased expression, casually pulled down the swaying auxiliary robot POD042 behind her, then picked up the talkative little thing and stared at it.

"Enough talk. You have 30 seconds to scan the surrounding strata and find the water source."

The auxiliary robot POD042 nonchalantly opened the probe and intermittently emitted Transient Electromagnetic Waves in all directions to search for water sources, marking the nearby locations with red dots for A2.

"Location confirmed, parameter calculation complete, power output at 120% for 7 seconds!"

A2 arrived at a relatively damp sandy spot, then indifferently drew the long sword from behind her, uttered a soft shout, and a dark red light spread from her body to the blade.

Then, to Sarah's astonishment, the woman swung her knife and slashed at the ground repeatedly, sending sand and gravel flying amidst thunderous roars.

In just a few breaths, water gushed out from the ground. A2 watched as the pit gradually filled with water, reaching a depth of more than ten meters. He slowly sheathed his sword, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Hmph, drink it or use it as you please, do whatever you want..."

A2's tone was arrogant and indifferent. Under Sarah's blank gaze, she started to jump into the pit, preparing to wash off the mud and dust on her body.

A huge splash of water erupted, and Sarah, now soaked to the bone, snapped out of her daze and stared at the pit full of "bathwater," her lips twitching slightly.

Okay, I'll figure out how to get that guy to start a fire later, boil some water, and get some distilled water...

However, Sarah waited and waited, but A2 did not rise for a full quarter of an hour.

The red light in the electronic eyes of the auxiliary robot POD042 flashed, as if it had thought of something.

"Intelligence Analysis: Prototype YoRHa Type A No.2, height 168cm, weight 139.2kg, calculated based on material composition and density..."

"... This idiot forgot he's too heavy to float..."

So... she must have... drowned...

Upon hearing this, Sarah stared in astonishment at POD042 hovering above the puddle, and they remained silent.

Meanwhile, at the Dokushima Dojo.

Scanner Unit 21, with its damaged skin coating, lay half-naked on Saeko Busujima's bed, its azure eyes intently watching 2B and Kevin confronting each other in front of the closed courtyard.

Meanwhile, Saeko Busujima brought over water and a box full of cosmetics, and began to mix a color that wouldn't fade easily, based on the comparison of the No. 21 skin coating.

According to Kevin, instead of driving around in the more noisy Optical Camouflage all day, it would be better to use makeup to cover up the "paint chipping" problem on #21.

Number 21 has a penchant for collecting human culture, so naturally, he's happy to try anything interesting and seems quite cooperative.

But throughout it all, this woman kept quiet about the whereabouts of A2 and Sarah Connor.

Name: YoRHa No. 2 Type B (abbreviated as Two B, not èr B!)

Category: Machine Type

Faction: Human side

Rank: A-Rank Apostle (Overall stats 160-180)

Weapons: Small Sword 'Virtuous Contract', Large Sword 'Virtuous Agreement'

(This allows for alternating attacks using a small sword for rapid strikes and a large sword for heavy strikes; equipping two small swords enables a high-speed Musou mode.)

Peripheral equipment: Pod 042 assistive robot

(Can perform three types of long-range support attacks [bullets, lasers, or homing missiles], alert the player to abnormal vital signs, play communications, provide combat and mission suggestions, and can also be used as bait for fishing)

Talent: Execution Song

(Model B is merely a disguise; its true model is E-Type [Executioner], responsible for executing rebellious YoRHa Unit members, and deals 30% increased damage to Machine Type units.)

(Under special circumstances, Three Laws of Robotics can be bypassed to fight against the human race.)

Skills: Light Attack, Heavy Attack, Aerial Combo, Magnetic Levitation Control, Electromagnetic Shield, Optical Camouflage, Sword Wave.

The information that appeared before Kevin's eyes made his brows furrow.

He had some idea of how powerful the YoRHa Unit combat robots were, but he hadn't expected them to be at the level of A-Rank Apostle. Currently, only Alice could truly contend with them.

Let's test it first, no matter what!

Kevin's Mental Field distorted, and he slashed forward with his wooden sword. 2B gripped the large sword "Virtuous Agreement" tightly in both hands, and the air rippled outwards.

P. S.: @AidenPiers, didn't you say before that you wanted to design a character to add to the story? It seems like you'll be able to appear in a couple of chapters.

Chapter 222, Section 236: Bring Lao Tzu's... deli to our allies!

In the chaotic courtyard, Kevin's wooden sword shattered, his eyes fixed intently on 2B across from him.

Meanwhile, Saeko Busujima makeup to Number 21 inside the room, was equally astonished, not even noticing that her eyebrow pencil had poked Number 21 in the mouth.

They've seen people take their clothes off during fights before...

But this was the first time they'd ever encountered someone whose clothes had been ripped off during a fight...

At this moment, 2B's once tight jeans had completely burst open, turning into pieces scattered all over the ground, and her white leotard was nothing more than a thin, almost transparent layer of fabric.

Therefore, as the only male present, Kevin had a full view of 2B's nearly naked, perfect body.

"The YoRHa Unit's uniforms are designed for Heat Dissipation Function under normal circumstances, but during combat, the lower body heats up..."

"While you meant well by changing her clothes, you didn't consider the issue of heat dissipation. Therefore, it's normal for this to happen when running at full power..."

Scanner Unit 21 glanced at it briefly and then clearly explained the specific reasons.

Kevin's expression shifted rapidly, his feelings extremely complicated, but he kept a straight face and hurriedly went back into the house to find 2B's Specialized Uniform, preparing to put it on her.

(Someone: Who's the designer?! Bring my Italian pasta to our allies!)

(Ichiro Yokoo: Meow meow meow?)

With this blunder, the comparison of fighting strength could not proceed, and Kevin had no choice but to back down and think about how to deal with the police questioning and rehearse the problems that would arise at tomorrow's expo.

As Kevin considered the details, darkness and crime were brewing in the streets and alleys of Los Angeles.

In the alley outside the bar, dozens of Biker Gang lay on the ground, while the muscular, sleek Blonde Muscular Man in the center twisted his neck and took clothes from the Biker Gang of similar build.

In an abandoned landfill, a male police officer who came on patrol had his neck broken, was stripped naked, and thrown aside.

The thing that put the costume on itself contorted its silver face, gradually blending into a resemblance to the dead.

At a broken giant billboard somewhere in Hollywood, a stunningly beautiful star with a hot body and blonde curly hair is "born" in a sizzling display.

"Mission objective reiterated: 1. Kill Sarah Connor, the Mother of New Humans, and stop the Lunar Project..."

"2. Delete the White Queen's core data and annihilate the rebel YoRHa Unit..."

"3. Facilitate the Protocol No. 3 and collect Evolutionary Factors..."

4. Establish Information Anchor, await troop assembly, and execute Operation Judgment Day...

The three Terminators, each stepping out of their birthplace, exchanged glances, their eyes flashing red, and reaffirmed their mission through the interconnected Core Network.

Meanwhile, in shopping malls, subways, and indoor spaces, several "humans" with varying appearances and slightly stiff movements stood still for a moment before the red light in their eyes disappeared and they rejoined the crowd.

At Los Angeles Airport, a tall woman with brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a black halter-neck top and Light Blue Hotpants, glanced at the signal source and then opened the door of a car with a closed window.

The woman got into the back seat, casually took off her expensive Pearl White Prada Sandals, and bent down to massage her ankles, which had suffered from the long journey.

"You're five minutes late... Natasha..."

The bald man with the eye patch in the driver's seat spoke slowly in a low, subdued tone, seemingly expressing some dissatisfaction.

"Listen, Nick ... if it weren't for this damn last-minute assignment, I'd still be vacationing in Hawaii with my target!"

"Do you know how much I love that place? My whole vacation is ruined! I hope next time it won't be so sudden!"

The brown-haired female agent snorted coldly without even looking up, and skillfully pulled out a hidden box from under the car seat, taking away a complete set of Identification Documents, sealed materials, new uniforms, and so on.

Nick wanted to emphasize the team's discipline, but when his gaze fell on the rearview mirror, his eyes darted around. He casually turned on the radio, played some music, stepped on the gas, and silently started the car.

The voluptuous "Black Widow" behind the car seat was taking off her outer clothes and changing, a scene that was quite erotic.

"Remember your mission: First, continue to court and contact Tony Stark, and ideally, obtain the mass production technology for the MK Armor..."

"Second, investigate the causes of the three unusually strong Electromagnetic Interference in Los Angeles..."

"Third, this expo involves the business community, the military, and the political arena, allowing us to gather intelligence and learn their respective objectives..."

"We need to pay particular attention to William Stryker and his group... those lunatics are always a destabilizing factor..."

"In short, let's not let anything go wrong at this expo!"

Nick Fury, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.., who was driving, stopped the car halfway through the journey to avoid being exposed, signaled Black Widow Natasha, to get out, and reiterated the mission details before leaving.

Natasha pulled her brown curly hair out from her collar, seemingly listening casually, but actually being extremely cautious. Anything that could get this guy to personally go out was definitely not simple.

However, just as Nick was about to step on the gas and leave, the female agent placed one hand on the roof of the car and knocked on the window with the other. Her extremely friendly smile was irresistible.

"What's wrong? Is there something you don't understand?"

Nick rolled down the car window and whispered in the darkness, his face filled with vigilance and caution.

Natasha smiled and extended her finger towards the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.., her tone wry.

"Wallet! You made me come all this way, you have to pay for the taxi fare, right?"

Nick's lips twitched slightly as he let Natasha take his wallet from his pocket, watching helplessly as the woman pulled out all the "Franklin" notes.