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Advance Wars: Days of Ruin/English Translation Differences/Campaign (Story)/Chapter 07

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The US version calls this chapter "A Kind of Home" while the UK version calls it "A Place to Live".

Beginning of Chapter

US Europe
Brenner: So we've hit a snag in our supply-procurement plan. Got any suggestions what we do now, Doc? O'Brian: So it seems we're short of food. What do you suggest we do, Doctor?
Dr. Morris: Oh ho! Yes...um...no. No, I don't. We're in trouble, no doubt about it. Dr Moritz: I'm afraid I'm out of ideas... We're in trouble, I can't deny it.
Lin: Are there any other factories with the systems we need? Lin: Were Bio-Crops grown in any other location?
Dr. Morris: No, not to my knowledge. Dr Moritz: Not to my knowledge...
Isabella: Automated...crop factories? Catleia: Bio-Crops?
Will: Do you know something, Isabella? Ed: Catleia, do you know something?
Isabella: Yes...I do. Catleia: I-I might.
Will: What is it? Ed: Tell us!
Brenner: You're absolutely certain about this? O'Brian: You're absolutely certain about this?
Isabella: Yes. Catleia: Yes, I am.
Dr. Morris: This is no joking matter, young lady! I...I can't believe I just said that. You're saying you know the location of another factory, is that correct? Dr Moritz: Listen up, you enigmatic young lady, this is no time for jokes... You are really saying there are Bio-Crops located elsewhere?
Isabella: Yes. It is located at latitude 25.345 degrees north and longitude 131.035 degrees west. Catleia: I think... The latitude is 25.345 degrees north and the longitude is 131.035 degrees west.
Dr. Morris: Oh...um... Well, as long as you're sure! Dr Moritz: Those are fairly precise coordinates!
Lin: That's in the Seratta mountain range. Lin: That's in the Seratta mountain range...
Isabella: There is an underground nuclear shelter at the coordinates I have given you. It contains a subterranean farm and small-scale factory capable of feeding 1,000 people. Catleia: If you go to that location, you will find an underground nuclear shelter... It contains a small-scale Bio-Crops plantation which could feed approximately 1000 people.
Dr. Morris: Do you really expect us to believe that? I've never heard of such a place! Dr Moritz: Do you really expect us to believe that? I've never heard of such a place!
Lin: Nor have I. Lin: Neither have I...
Isabella: It was constructed or Rubinelle's senior cabinet ministers and captains of industry. In the even of an all-out nuclear war, they would be able to live in the shelter for decades. Its existence is not known to the general public. Access requires a grade 4 security clearance. Catleia: The senior ministers of the Laurentian Cabinet had it built for themselves and their families. In the event of an all-out nuclear war, they would be able to live in the shelter for decades. It was constructed covertly - its existence was an official Grade 4 Laurentian state secret.
Dr. Morris: Oh ho! Now we know! You must be the president's secret daughter! Oh ho! Oh ho ho ho! Dr Moritz: I've worked it out! You're the Prime Minister's secret daughter, aren't you?! Ha ha ha!!!
Isabella: The construction contract for the shelter was awarded to a private military firm...IDS...IDS...IDS... IDS... IDS... ID... Catleia: The construction of the shelter was carried out by the private military company, IDS... They cooperated in...
Will: What is it, Isabella? What's wrong? Ed: Catleia, what's wrong?
Isabella: I'm sorry... It's my head. It's pounding so hard... I can't think. Catleia: I'm sorry! My head hurts! I can't think...
Will: Captain Brenner! I'll take care of Isabella. Ed: Captain, I'll look after Catleia.
Brenner: You do that, Will. O'Brian: You do that, Ed.
Dr. Morris: That girl may be a complete mystery, but I feel strangely confident she's not lying. Perhaps those coordinates will lead us to the answer to our dilemma, hmmm? Dr Moritz: I've no idea who that strange young lady is, but she certainly doesn't appear to be a liar. I have a feeling that we may find what we're looking for at those coordinates...
Brenner: Could be, Doc. It's worth checking out, that's for sure. O'Brian: It has to be worth checking out.
Rubinelle: Captain, sir! One of our recon units just pulled in. It's reporting a firefight in progress! There's a lone unit running or its life. It's a Rubinelle unit, sir! Laurentian: Captain, we have a report in from a Recon unit! There is a battle in progress involving a former Laurentian army unit!
Waylon: Would somebody tell me why these Lazurians are up in my business? Did they not see the meteors? The fires, the floods, the dead people? They act like there's still a damn war goin' on, and... Hey! Who are you? Finn: These darned Zephyrians! They just don't give up! The world ends and they still want to keep the war going! ...Eh? Who's that?
Brenner: This is captain Brenner of the 12th Battalion. O'Brian: This is captain O'Brian of the 12th Independent Laurentian Legion.
Waylon: Aw, yeah! Now, we're talkin'! The cavalry arrives! Finn: Ah, the cavalry has arrived! Just in the nick of time!
Brenner: Name and rank, soldier. Where's the rest of your company? O'Brian: Identify yourself - name and rank...
Waylon: Name and rank? Listen up, brother man. That's all ancient history! I ain't heard a peep from the big brass since the sky fell in. How 'bout you? Nothin', right? Yeah, I thought so. Finn: Do things by the book, don't you? You want my name and rank?! Ever since the meteors crash-landed, no one's been giving me orders... Not a single word from High Command. You heard anything from them?
Brenner: You're right. We've been operating on our own. It seems Rubinelle's government is gone for good. O'Brian: I've received no communication either. It seems that our nation was wiped out. We have to accept that...
Waylon: Cheer up, Brenner! Ain't nothing wrong with that. The name's Waylon. Oh, right... Captain Waylon of the 13th Airborne! Ha ha ha! Lighten up, will ya? We're survivors! We're like lottery winners! Ain't much left of the old world. Least we can do is enjoy the new one. Finn: You sound so unhappy about it! I'm Captain Finn of the 13th Airborne. We survived the meteors - I feel like I've won the lottery or something! The least we can do is enjoy this wreck of a world we've been left with!
Lin: Captain! The enemy has spotted us and is moving to engage. Lin: Captain, the enemy has spotted us...
Brenner: Understood. Get 'em ready, Lin. O'Brian: Roger. Prepare to engage.

Middle of Chapter

US Europe
Lin: Attention, all units! The yellow fighter is a friendly. Do not, repeat, DO NOT use it for target practice. Lin: Remember, the yellow unit is on our side. Be sure to defend it from the enemy...
Waylon: Right kindly of you, baby. I owe you one! Finn: I owe you one!
Tasha: More Rube forces... My prayers have been answered! Rejoice, brothers and sisters of Lazuria! Our enemy is before us! In the names of our ancestors, let us sow the soil with their bones! Zadia: This is turning into a great day! More Laurentian Army dregs joined in the fight! Let's wipe them out! Come on, my Zephyrian brothers and sisters. Let's do this!

End of Chapter

US Europe
Brenner: The enemy's been routed. Will, I want you to make sure the wounded are taken care of. O'Brian: We saw them off, but now our priority is to attend to the wounded...
Will: Yes, sir! Ed: Yes, Captain!
Waylon: Thanks for the assist, brother! Who's the runt? You got yourself some sort of cabin boy? Finn: Hey, that was a big help! But who's that kid with you? You keeping him as a pet?!
Will: Cabin boy? Ed: Pet...?!
Brenner: He's one of us. We've been patrolling the region looking for survivors who might need our help. O'Brian: He's with us. My Legion has been rescuing civilians who survived the catastrophe...
Waylon: "Helping" survivors? Helping yourself to their money, I hope! Ha ha ha ...whew... Wait, you serious? Finn: Are you serious?! You're helping people?! You deserve some kind of medal, O'Brian!
Brenner: Of course. We'd be more effective with air support, though. Why don't we join forces and-- O'Brian: We would like to ask for your cooperation. An air force would really help us out...
Waylon: Time out, Captain Courageous! You want Waylon to join forces with YOU? Listen to me now. I think you're a good man. I'll even give you a standing ovation. Clap, clap. But if you think I'm going to do charity work, you need to think again! I didn't survive the meteors just to risk myself for a bunch of chumps! Finn: Cooperation, you say? How can I put this...? I admire you, O'Brian. In fact, you deserve some kind of standing ovation. But the thing is... I'm going to have to leave the charity work to you and your fine bunch of soldiers. I'm not going to get tied down with anything that limits my freedom. You see what I'm saying?
Brenner: What in the hell are you babbling about? O'Brian: Your freedom?
Waylon: Are you truly so blind, Brenner? There is no more central command! No orders, no missions... I do what I want! Got it? Finn: That's right. I've never been so free! No orders from High Command, no missions, no nothing! I do whatever I please!
Brenner: No, I don't think I do. And you've got it wrong. The world's been broken. But that doesn't mean you're free to do whatever you want. The ties that bind people together can be reestablished. We have to do that. O'Brian: I think you've got things wrong. In a world like this, there is no freedom. All law and order have disappeared... The bonds that tied people together have been severed. We need to repair them...
Waylon: And why would I want to do that? You want to clip my wings, brother? That it? I won't live in a cage! You can do what you want, but just leave me be. By the way, you know a fat cat named Greyfield? Finn: I never heard such... Whatever. You're free to think what you like. And so am I! By the way, you heard of Admiral Sigismundo?
Brenner: Admiral Greyfield? Yes, I served under him for a while. What about him? O'Brian: Yes, I once served under him. Why, what about him?
Waylon: He's set up shop in the capital. Word is, he wants all surviving Rubinelle soldiers to come join him. Wants to start what he's calling the "New Rubinelle Army." Creative genius, he ain't. Now I ain't hip on takin' orders, but I could make a pretty penny as a mercenary. I'd have all the food I could eat, and the ladies love a man in uniform. Know what I'm saying? Finn: He's installed himself in the Laurentian capital. I heard a rumour that says he's gathering troops from across the country... ...to form what he calls the New Laurentian Army. Catchy name, huh? I'm not keen on starting to take orders again, but maybe I'll sell him my services... As a mercenary, I'll be able to do whatever I like! And the ladies love a guy in uniform!
Brenner: There's no accounting for taste. O'Brian: ... ... ... ...
Waylon: Aww, that's just cold, brother man. Ain't no call for that. Looks like you and I ain't gonna be friends. And with that, the sky calls. Good luck with the charity work. Finn: What are you looking at me like that for? It seems we just don't see things eye to eye, do we? I guess we ain't going to be friends... Anyway, good luck with all the charity work. I'll leave that stuff to you!
Brenner: Wait a minute! What about your wounded? O'Brian: Wait! What about your troops? Were any of them wounded in the battle just now?
Waylon: What's done is done. Wounded ain't dead, is it? I got places to go, things to do. You feel like playing nursemaid, go right ahead. Finn: Huh? Why should I care? If they survived, good for them. If they didn't, oh well... You think I've got time to look after them all? I'm not their mother, O'Brian...
Brenner: You'd abandon your own men? O'Brian: You'd just abandon the men who serve you?
Waylon: You think you can guilt-trip me? You got another thing coming, brother man. My only responsibility is survivin' to eat, drink, and be merry another day. Finn: Look around you, O'Brian. The way things are, it's each man for himself. Seems like you're stuck in the past...
Brenner: Is that so? O'Brian: Stuck in the past?
Waylon: Uh-huh. Know what responsibility's gonna get YOU, Brenner? A broken heart and an early grave. Finn: You're like some kind of dinosaur. And I think you'll be extinct before long...
Brenner: ... ... ... ... O'Brian: ... ... ... ...
Lin: Are we letting him go, sir? Lin: Shall we just let him go?
Brenner: We can't force him to stay, and we can't force him to care. O'Brian: Yes. We can't force him to help us...
Will: Is that guy really a soldier? He's nothing like you, Captain. He's nothing like any of us. Ed: Is that man really a soldier? He's nothing like the troops in the Legion...
Brenner: Soldiers are people, Will. You have to take the good with the bad. Each of us has to choose how to make it in this world, and Waylon's made his choice. Try not to let it bother you. O'Brian: An army is simply a collection of people. You'll always find a few like Finn. Everyone has to make their choice about how to live in this world. He has made his... Try to not let him bother you. Now, let's attend to the wounded.
Lin: We located and extracted Waylon's downed air units. His men are resting comfortably, sir. We've also found some airports. Perhaps the men can be convinced to join us. Lin: We were successful in aiding that airborne squadron led by Captain Finn. There are airports in this area, and with luck we will be able to receive air support.
Brenner: What do they want? Have you heard any talk about them rejoining their captain? O'Brian: What do members of the squadron think? Do they want to rejoin Captain Finn?
Lin: Not a peep, sir. Apparently they want nothing more to do with him. It seems he's used them poorly, risking their lives for nothing more than his own amusement. Lin: Apparently they want nothing more to do with him. They say he seemed to enjoy risking their lives by sending them on reckless missions.
Will: I can't believe him! Ed: He really is nothing like you, Captain.
Brenner: Let Waylon's men know they're free to join us if they wish. Now let's head out for that nuclear shelter. It may give us reason to hope for a better day. O'Brian: Anyone in Finn's squadron who wants to join us is free to do so. Now, we head to the nuclear shelter. That could be the answer to our prayers.

Miscellaneous Text

Win

US Europe
Tasha: Gya! Those Rubes may have won the day, but we shall fight again! Retreat! Zadia: That Laurentian rabble have won the battle, but they won't win the war! All units, retreat...

Lose

US Europe
Brenner: So this is the end... There's so much left to do. Ah... O'Brian: So this is the end? Can it really be all over?
Waylon: Hold on now, brother man! You can't leave me hanging! You hear me? Finn: Hey, stop your whining, O'Brian! You just couldn't cut it...

Victory Page

US Europe
Brenner: We drove them away. For now... O'Brian: We drove them away. For now...