Wiš'adel

[General Information] Gender: Female Combat Experience: 12 years Place of Birth: Kazdel Date of Birth: Claims to have forgotten Race: Sarkaz Height: 165 cm Infection Status: Confirmed Infected by medical examination.

[Physical Examination] Physical Strength: Standard Mobility: Standard Endurance: Excellent Tactical Acumen: Excellent Combat Skill: Excellent Originium Arts Assimilation: Standard

[Additional Information] While Wiš'adel's knowledge of battlefield tactics and explosives crafting are nothing to scoff at, be mindful not to bring up her less-than stellar eduation, specifically her inability to write, as that seems to be a sore spot.

[Profile] Sarkaz mercenary leader W, now formally renamed Wiš'adel. During the war in Londinium, she worked closely with Rhodes Island's Londinium Special Ops Squad and interfered with the Military Commission's operations on multiple occasions.

We have urgently updated the terms of our strategic partnership with Wiš'adel. You may want to consider going over each section again. No doubt you already understand that our cooperation with her will only grow closer in the future, and this most certainly concerns more than just her.

[Clinical Analysis] Imaging tests have shown the outlines of Wiš'adel's internal organs to be indistinct due to abnormal shadows. Originium granules have been detected in her circulatory system, confirming her to be infected with Oripathy.

Cell-Originium Assimilation: 17% Wiš'adel shows clear signs of infection. No further examinations have been carried out.

Blood Originium-Crystal Density: 0.32u/L Wiš'adel's condition shows no signs of improvement. Not only has her wanton use of Originium military products continued, they have been getting more intense. The Medical Department's operators have given her stern warnings again and again, only for them all to go unheeded.

For real, I'm getting so pissed at her. She skipped her regular checkup again, and it took us so long to finally find her down on the mobility layer, only for her to just be hanging out doing nothing! I told her flat out that she's going to die soon if she doesn't get her act together. True, some people can live for a decade or longer after getting infected, but that's when they take care of their bodies. Let's not even get into the fact that she's a Sarkaz! I don't care how long she plans on living, but as long as she's in the care of the Rhodes Island Medical Department, I'm not letting her die THAT easy. And even if I don't want to admit it... a lot of folks out there are counting on her. So... who's up for raiding her explosives armory? —A certain Medical Department senior operator

[Archive File 1] Because of its unique properties, Engineering has added an addendum regarding Wiš'adel's new weapon (despite the fact that she has never registered a single weapon with us). It reads as follows: If we analyzed only structure and functionality, Wiš'adel's "new weapon" is a primary artillery-level witchcraft amplification unit. In perfect condition, its power could far exceed our control, especially when wielded by Wiš'adel. Fortunately, this unit seems to have received severe damage. Frankly, I don't understand why she's even carrying that piece of junk around. To throw at people, maybe? From what I've heard, there's no way she'd be that gentle. (The above contents have been redacted) The following was written by Closure, Chief Engineer of the Engineering Department, Closure: The guy who registered Wiš'adel's weapon last time is gonna be busy rebuilding the testing grounds from scratch for the foreseeable future. There's been loads of horror stories about Wiš'adel going around the ship, but she's basically the kind of girl who always brings you way more trouble than you could ever imagine. Well, what can you do? It's not easy for non-Sarkaz operators to wrap their heads around what exactly she's carrying. It's not as simple as a "new weapon." That's an honest-to-god revenant possessing the thing, and the same one that possessed the airship that appeared above Londinium, to boot. So, the plain fact is that we have some crazy old Sarkaz ancestor following her around and touring Rhodes Island. He hasn't been shy about calling the younger generation a bunch of wusses either. Still, the "ancestral blabber inhibitor" Wiš'adel requested is on our R&D to-do list. We've run into a bit of a technological bottleneck, but... all of Engineering's Sarkaz members are giving this project their 120%. Also, while we're still cleaning up the mess at the testing grounds, almost all of Engineering's explosives experts have been coming uninvited to try and recreate the whole process of the explosion in front of the remnants of whatever got blown to pieces. The guys in charge of the testing grounds weren't idiots, either. Before Wiš'adel even set foot inside, we strictly limited the amount of explosives she's allowed to carry. Even then, with the help of the revenant's witchcraft, the damage she caused still far exceeded our expectations. The most experienced explosives expert in all of Engineering told me you could only blow up such a wide area with this little explosive material "in theory." He gave me two possible explanations. One: that her brain could figure out the most precise blast calculations in a split-second—which would make her a super genius—or two: that she could make bombs out of thin air. After a round of discussion, they were apparently leaning towards the latter, and even handed Kal'tsit a proposal based on this principle, suggesting that we let Wiš'adel create an unlimited amount of explosives for us. Of course, Kal'tsit rejected it on the spot.

What, you're saying making bombs out of thin air goes against the laws of physics? Just think about it, though. Isn't that way more plausible than W— I mean, Wiš'adel, being a mathematical genius? —A certain Engineering Department explosives expert

[Archive File 2] We found a notebook belonging to Wiš'adel full of obscure symbols and strange codes laden with spelling errors. Also found within were several crude drawings resembling maps. As these notes were often accompanied by drawings of skulls and explosions, Rhodes Island's Security Department made the decision to investigate the matter and invited Hoederer and Ines to assist. Ines quickly flipped through the notebook before giving a smile of unclear significance and refusing to provide any further assistance. Finally, at Security's insistence, Hoederer explained to us the contents of the notebook: Plan No. 1, confirmed the positions of the directional explosives on the Shard's underground structural layer. Expected to blow the whole building and bury Theresis in one go. Explosives needed: Lots and lots. Can we just take over Theresis's munitions factories? Still wouldn't be enough. Plan abandoned. Plan No. 2, setting explosives at key points inside the Shard. Theresis's always hanging out at the top, so we blow it in half and let him fall to his death. Explosives needed: Lots, maybe actually doable though. Plan abandoned. Couldn't get inside the Shard. Plan No. 3, bring a bunch of drones, drop a bomb on his ass when he's taking in the view on the balcony. Explosives needed: One super big one. Will ask Closure later when I see her. Plan No. 4.... Hoederer points out that the next dozen pages are all pretty similar in content, but each plan has a slightly different course of action and manner in which the explosives are placed and set off. Ignoring the vulgar language directed at Theresis, most of the proposals are at least theoretically possible. Hoederer further told Security that the notes later go into dozens of plans to strike the Military Commission's camp, hundreds of ways to plant the explosives, and some other random things. After making a number of contingencies against attacks on the Doctor included in the notes, Security determined that the notebook posed no further threat and turned it over to Hoederer to be returned to its owner. However, he refused.

"To think she practiced signing her name as Wiš'adel for dozens of pages." "Heh, I wonder where she picked up the habit of jotting everything down." —Hallway conversation

[Archive File 3] Wiš'adel, leader of the mercenaries, and new hope of the Sarkaz. She seems to have changed quite a bit, and her every act appears backed by some kind of rationality. Of course, this is just a facade, Doctor. She is more Sarkaz than most Sarkaz, and cruelty and insanity are etched into her bones. Unlike the little lamb with her, she'd never talk reason. I saw no few people like her around Her Highness. At the time, aside from her outstanding combat prowess, there was nothing special about her. Even after she left Babel and swore to avenge Her Highness in Her Highness's name, I took her to be driven by a fury brewed from her emotions. You saw what happened afterward. W was too clear-headed, to the point that even Her Highness's return could not bring her down. Rather than delusional venting, her search has proven to be a series of carefully laid-out, rational plans. While she will never be able to set aside her hatred, she will no doubt do everything in her power to assimilate and make use of the Military Commission's legacy. For the same reasons, I doubt she will do anything to you, either. After all, she has long been confident that she has learned the truth, and she understands you and Rhodes Island's irreplaceable place in her plans for the future. I've met a number of mercenaries who have followed her for some time. None were from Babel, and she's never told them about Babel's ideals. It certainly makes sense: some things will only sound like a lie when told to others. But just by blowing open the steel walls before them and marching forward, those mercenaries' eyes have grown brighter and brighter. My belief is that she did in fact show others the light she once saw. A crazed mercenary who's killed so many becoming Her Highness's successor, the next Chairman of Babel? Ridiculous, right? But this is Kazdel. When you look at it that way, it's hardly absurd. —■■■

"The Djall's gone? Not bad. Look at the direction she's heading. Perfect for checking how safe this building is—" A familiar Sarkaz appears at the end of the hallway. After a few seconds of silence, a dull noise comes, and she finally cracks a smile, satisfied. "So, it's just you and me now, Doctor. Take a guess, how much of the Djall's evaluation of me—especially the part where I'm no threat to you—do you think is right?'

[Archive File 4] Theme: History of the Development of Kazdel After the War in Londinium, Lecture 2 Audience: No grade restriction Venue: Babel Comprehensive School, Kazdel Lecture excerpts: Transmission starts playing Wiš'adel's the name—the one and only name granted by Her Highness The King of Sarkaz Theresa herself. Every Sarkaz still under the Military Commission's command, listen up. I don't care if you came here after hearing whatever nonsense from Theresis or some Royal Court geezer. I'm delighted to announce: the war has ended, and you guys lost. But Her Highness says she wants to have every Sarkaz return home. So, if you want to live, it's time to ignore orders from the Military Commission and do as this transmission says. Oh, I should've mentioned it earlier. This is Babel. Transmission over The transmission you just heard was sent by Wiš'adel at the tail end of the Battle of Silverrock Bluffs. It, along with the Babel signal flare that was launched above Londinium a few days later, was seen as a turning point in the last stage of the war. There is no doubt. Not only did the actions of her and her squad save the lives of countless of soldiers and preserve the forces needed to rebuild Kazdel, they also laid the foundations for the Kazdel Babel government's relationship with the Core countries such as Victoria a few years down the road. As for Wiš'adel herself— Surely everyone in attendance must be familiar with her? Think about that deep hole in front of the chapel. That's right. That's where the Military Commission's town hall once stood. "The symbol of the Era of the Twins coming to a close," as well as "the beginning of Babel and the Military Commission once again working together." —Remember that General Manfred's words and the events surrounding Chairman Wiš'adel will both be key subjects on the test. Now, turn to the next page. Let's talk about the mercenaries who—

[Promotional Record] She is accustomed to the dark night, or perhaps it is more appropriate to say that she loves it. Back when she did not know how to take care of herself, the night was a coat to protect her. When she learned how to feed herself, the night became a shroud to hide her dagger. Every single person able to walk out of the Kazdelian wilderness knows how to make use of the eternal darkness. After all, those who never learned to all drowned in it. As she grew up a little, she began to enjoy using fire to dismember the dark night. Again and again she used intense explosions to wrap up her hunts in the wilderness. The moment those huge fireballs lit up, the night was filled with danger, scorching heat, and deafening roars. But as soon as the dust settled, there was nothing but silence and death. Afterward— Many Sarkaz have speculated that Wiš'adel loves the sunrise in Kazdel more than anything else. On windless days, she always visits a small, unassuming shop before dawn to laze about until breakfast before going home. Her walk back is always slow, and every now and then she holds up her hand, raising a V sign toward that pink, not fully bright sky. The sky is always watching her. And she always smiles back.