End of Warframe: 1999
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Warframe: 1999
Warframe: 1999
Subtitles
- Warframe: 1999
- Cam Rogers
- Digital Extremes
- TBG Karu
- “We all have families.”
- “Families we’ll never see again.”
- “That may be for the best…”
- “…given what we’ve become.”
- Do you wanna die?
- I don’t wanna die.
- Those guys on their way here?
- They want us to die.
- Then they’re gonna love your plan, Amir.
- Outta time!
- Nngh...
- Get ready to move…
- “The man who did this to us told me we had a choice.”
- “to live or to die…”
- Shit...
- “and that if we did not choose quickly…”
- “that choice would be made for us.”
- The serum might get us out of this. Maybe that's why he gave us these extra doses?
- Friday played us once and look what we turned into.
- You wanna go two-for-two?
- Oi! Eyes on Eleanor, yeah?
- GODAMMIT, Eleanor!
- We're doin' it!
- Think I'm getting the hang of this
- time to go.
- Okay! On three!
- One
- Two
- Three!
- Eleanor...
- “Amir has electricity.
- Aoi, electromagnetism.”
- “Eleanor, my sister, got pain.”
- “pain…”
- “and rage.”
- “Eleanor hasn’t spoken a word since he changed us.”
- “Doktor Friday. The man who made us what we are…”
- “...the only one who can undo what he did…”
- Yeah! Suck it!
- Ha Haa!
- “...and our only chance at exfiltrating Höllvania…”
- CRUNCH
- STOMP
- “... before they silence us for good.”
- Faff all you want, mains, i’m breezin’ off!
- Cough
- I ain’t dyin’ ‘til i’ve shagged a supermodel
- ?
- Eleanor!
- Oh no.
- Lettie! Help me with Arthur!
- On it
- Are you mental?! He's slowin' us down!
- Leave him!
- You two are gonna get us headtopped, for real!
- Klomp Klomp Klomp Klomp
- Blow! our rides are waitin!
- ?
- I told you. You should have left him.
- KRAKKASSHHH!!
- klomp klomp
- Klomp Klomp Klomp
- There is a non-zero chance taking one more dose of Friday's serum won't kill us.
- There's a non-zero chance that you can blow me.
- KLOMP KLOMP KLOMP
- Friday... wouldn't go to this trouble... just to kill us. Could do that... anywhere.
- Friday... needs us...to take it... under these conditions. Made sure we'd have no choice.
- We take it or we die.
- Why? Why do all that?
- Because...
- KLOMP KLOMP
- "This is a Field Test."
- HÖLLVANIA. EARLIER THAT NIGHT.
- Eleanor Nightingale, ‘Salem’, Writer
- Quincy Isaacs, ‘Stepper’, Sniper, Corporal, Former Britannic Army
- Arthur Nightingale, ‘Broadsword’, Lieutenant - Britannic Army (Ret), OMT Field Agent* - ICR**
- Lettie Garcia, ‘Belladonna’, Medic
- Amir Beckett, 'Jitter', Technician
- Aoi Morohoshi, ‘Chopper’, Sergeant, OMT Field Agent - ICR
- *Outbreak Management Team
- **International Crisis Response: A UN/CDC-style Intergovernmental Crisis Management Agency
- Eyes front.
- We all have families back home.
- If we want to see them again tonight’s operation must go smoothly.
- So, full attention.
- I’m looking at you, Amir.
- Let’s begin.
- Doktor Friday has parted company with the Höllvanian authorities, much to their chagrin.
- He’s taken the former People’s Party Library,
- converting the main reading room into a Technocyte lab.
- He’s taken with him a cadre of CSOS* and ex-armed forces loyalists. True believers.
- The Regime’s still getting its head around spinning the plague to the I.C.R.,
- botching Infestation containment, counter criminality ops and trying to make sense of what research Friday left them.
- *Contractor support to operations: Mercenaries.
- The Regime hasn’t rumbled him, yet. But they will find him. He’s too valuable to let go. So we act now.
- Surveillance of the dining hall gives us a solid grasp of their numbers and disposition.
- Don’t mention it.
- These are conventional combatants, uninfected by the Technocyte virus.
- Two teams: Aoi And Lettie
- and Eleanor and Amir.
- You’re to approach from the northern face of the building,
- sweeping through the Gallery to the Lab.
- Friday will be in his lab, the large westernmost space. He’ll be among the first to exit.
- Quincy has highground atop a hotel two blocks away, covering the library’s entrance and garden.
- Quincy, we need him alive.
- I’ll take him personally.
- Two-sided squeeze on three faces, push ‘em out the lab…
- An’ I chop the survivors to bits from two blocks away.
- Can do.
- If all goes well, we’ll come out the other side with Friday in hand…
- …a way home and, if we’re very fortunate…
- a cure for what he did to us.
- “That lovely speech was as much for my benefit as theirs.”
- “Half the trick of command is never letting on how scared you are…”
- “or what you’d give to know that their trust in you isn’t the one thing that’ll get them killed.”
- “Friday’s serum interacted with the Infestation in our bloodstreams…”
- “gave us certain gifts…”
- “but a bullet is a bullet.”
- Broadsword, no eyes on package. Did we miss him?
- Hold position.
- Bugger me… what the hell is this?
- Secure the lab. Tight.
- Arthur. You might want to look at this.
- the virus is just beginning
- Your Humble Servant
- Höllvania shall chart the course of human history for ten thousand years
- My Dearest Major
- We cleared the Gallery!
- !
- Hello.
- Turn around! On your knees, hands on head!
- Highground to Broadsword: dunno how, but they found us.
- I gave them the address.
- You won't kill me.
- What I will do is snap both your arms and go for pizza!
- Get on the floor!
- No.
- On the floor!
- Arthur!
- We have to leave immediately.
- I will depart. However I am leaving you these. As a gift.
- *Huff!* You dicks still go bikes *huff!* yeah?
- Quincy? Yeah, sure, they're right here. Why?
- Some prick nicked mine didn' e? *huff*
- You're my ride outta here. *huff*
- If you want to survive, you will use them. One each. All of you. And soon.
- Hands...
- *Sigh*
- *Huk!*
- Either the Höllvanians will kill you,
- or that wound will.
- You are going into shock. Choose.
- Before the choice is made for you.
- Do not die for the sake of pride, Arthur Nightingale.
- There is a future for you.
- "You were summoned here to serve that higher, inevitable, purpose."
- "I know that you will all do the right thing."
- "Field test"?
- We gotta use the serum. We gotta.
- You heard him, it's a test. We're no good to him dead right?
- Aren't you forgetting the hospitals full of dead people he tested on before us?
- I'll do it.
- I'll take it. See what happens.
- You're delirious. we have seconds.
- Screw it.
- Together?
- Always.
- Oh no.
- You okay?
- Y ...yeah I think so.
- Aoi...
- Hello.
- "We all have families."
- "Families we'll never see again."
- "But maybe that's for the best..."
- "Given what we've become..."
- "what we now know..."
- "and the impossible thing we find ourselves obliged to stop."
- "Together. Always."
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Subtitles
- Warframe: 1999
- Cam Rogers
- Digital Extremes
- TBG Karu
- “We all have families.”
- “Families we’ll never see again.”
- “That may be for the best…”
- “…given what we’ve become.”
- Do you wanna die?
- I don’t wanna die.
- Those guys on their way here?
- They want us to die.
- Then they’re gonna love your plan, Amir.
- Outta time!
- Nngh...
- Get ready to move…
- “The man who did this to us told me we had a choice.”
- “to live or to die…”
- Shit...
- “and that if we did not choose quickly…”
- “that choice would be made for us.”
- The serum might get us out of this. Maybe that's why he gave us these extra doses?
- Friday played us once and look what we turned into.
- You wanna go two-for-two?
- Oi! Eyes on Eleanor, yeah?
- GODAMMIT, Eleanor!
- We're doin' it!
- Think I'm getting the hang of this
- time to go.
- Okay! On three!
- One
- Two
- Three!
- Eleanor...
- “Amir has electricity.
- Aoi, electromagnetism.”
- “Eleanor, my sister, got pain.”
- “pain…”
- “and rage.”
- “Eleanor hasn’t spoken a word since he changed us.”
- “Doktor Friday. The man who made us what we are…”
- “...the only one who can undo what he did…”
- Yeah! Suck it!
- Ha Haa!
- “...and our only chance at exfiltrating Höllvania…”
- CRUNCH
- STOMP
- “... before they silence us for good.”
- Faff all you want, mains, i’m breezin’ off!
- Cough
- I ain’t dyin’ ‘til i’ve shagged a supermodel
- ?
- Eleanor!
- Oh no.
- Lettie! Help me with Arthur!
- On it
- Are you mental?! He's slowin' us down!
- Leave him!
- You two are gonna get us headtopped, for real!
- Klomp Klomp Klomp Klomp
- Blow! our rides are waitin!
- ?
- I told you. You should have left him.
- KRAKKASSHHH!!
- klomp klomp
- Klomp Klomp Klomp
- There is a non-zero chance taking one more dose of Friday's serum won't kill us.
- There's a non-zero chance that you can blow me.
- KLOMP KLOMP KLOMP
- Friday... wouldn't go to this trouble... just to kill us. Could do that... anywhere.
- Friday... needs us...to take it... under these conditions. Made sure we'd have no choice.
- We take it or we die.
- Why? Why do all that?
- Because...
- KLOMP KLOMP
- "This is a Field Test."
- HÖLLVANIA. EARLIER THAT NIGHT.
- Eleanor Nightingale, ‘Salem’, Writer
- Quincy Isaacs, ‘Stepper’, Sniper, Corporal, Former Britannic Army
- Arthur Nightingale, ‘Broadsword’, Lieutenant - Britannic Army (Ret), OMT Field Agent* - ICR**
- Lettie Garcia, ‘Belladonna’, Medic
- Amir Beckett, 'Jitter', Technician
- Aoi Morohoshi, ‘Chopper’, Sergeant, OMT Field Agent - ICR
- *Outbreak Management Team
- **International Crisis Response: A UN/CDC-style Intergovernmental Crisis Management Agency
- Eyes front.
- We all have families back home.
- If we want to see them again tonight’s operation must go smoothly.
- So, full attention.
- I’m looking at you, Amir.
- Let’s begin.
- Doktor Friday has parted company with the Höllvanian authorities, much to their chagrin.
- He’s taken the former People’s Party Library,
- converting the main reading room into a Technocyte lab.
- He’s taken with him a cadre of CSOS* and ex-armed forces loyalists. True believers.
- The Regime’s still getting its head around spinning the plague to the I.C.R.,
- botching Infestation containment, counter criminality ops and trying to make sense of what research Friday left them.
- *Contractor support to operations: Mercenaries.
- The Regime hasn’t rumbled him, yet. But they will find him. He’s too valuable to let go. So we act now.
- Surveillance of the dining hall gives us a solid grasp of their numbers and disposition.
- Don’t mention it.
- These are conventional combatants, uninfected by the Technocyte virus.
- Two teams: Aoi And Lettie
- and Eleanor and Amir.
- You’re to approach from the northern face of the building,
- sweeping through the Gallery to the Lab.
- Friday will be in his lab, the large westernmost space. He’ll be among the first to exit.
- Quincy has highground atop a hotel two blocks away, covering the library’s entrance and garden.
- Quincy, we need him alive.
- I’ll take him personally.
- Two-sided squeeze on three faces, push ‘em out the lab…
- An’ I chop the survivors to bits from two blocks away.
- Can do.
- If all goes well, we’ll come out the other side with Friday in hand…
- …a way home and, if we’re very fortunate…
- a cure for what he did to us.
- “That lovely speech was as much for my benefit as theirs.”
- “Half the trick of command is never letting on how scared you are…”
- “or what you’d give to know that their trust in you isn’t the one thing that’ll get them killed.”
- “Friday’s serum interacted with the Infestation in our bloodstreams…”
- “gave us certain gifts…”
- “but a bullet is a bullet.”
- Broadsword, no eyes on package. Did we miss him?
- Hold position.
- Bugger me… what the hell is this?
- Secure the lab. Tight.
- Arthur. You might want to look at this.
- the virus is just beginning
- Your Humble Servant
- Höllvania shall chart the course of human history for ten thousand years
- My Dearest Major
- We cleared the Gallery!
- !
- Hello.
- Turn around! On your knees, hands on head!
- Highground to Broadsword: dunno how, but they found us.
- I gave them the address.
- You won't kill me.
- What I will do is snap both your arms and go for pizza!
- Get on the floor!
- No.
- On the floor!
- Arthur!
- We have to leave immediately.
- I will depart. However I am leaving you these. As a gift.
- *Huff!* You dicks still go bikes *huff!* yeah?
- Quincy? Yeah, sure, they're right here. Why?
- Some prick nicked mine didn' e? *huff*
- You're my ride outta here. *huff*
- If you want to survive, you will use them. One each. All of you. And soon.
- Hands...
- *Sigh*
- *Huk!*
- Either the Höllvanians will kill you,
- or that wound will.
- You are going into shock. Choose.
- Before the choice is made for you.
- Do not die for the sake of pride, Arthur Nightingale.
- There is a future for you.
- "You were summoned here to serve that higher, inevitable, purpose."
- "I know that you will all do the right thing."
- "Field test"?
- We gotta use the serum. We gotta.
- You heard him, it's a test. We're no good to him dead right?
- Aren't you forgetting the hospitals full of dead people he tested on before us?
- I'll do it.
- I'll take it. See what happens.
- You're delirious. we have seconds.
- Screw it.
- Together?
- Always.
- Oh no.
- You okay?
- Y ...yeah I think so.
- Aoi...
- Hello.
- "We all have families."
- "Families we'll never see again."
- "But maybe that's for the best..."
- "Given what we've become..."
- "what we now know..."
- "and the impossible thing we find ourselves obliged to stop."
- "Together. Always."
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