歌蕾蒂娅
グレイディーア
글래디아

Gladiia

Specialist — Hookmaster

Can Shift enemies by using skills
Can be deployed on Ranged Tiles

AA05
Melee
Shift
DPS
Crowd-Control

Lv.

/ 90

Bonuses

[Code Name] Gladiia
[Gender] Female
[Combat Experience] 17 Years
[Place of Birth] Ægir
[Date of Birth] Nov 6
[Race] Undisclosed
[Height] 181cm
[Weight] ■■kg
[Infection Status]
Medical tests have confirmed that no infection is present.

With her confirmation, all files pertaining to Gladiia have been moved to the high clearance database.

[Physical Strength] Outstanding
[Mobility] ■■
[Physical Resilience] Outstanding
[Tactical Acumen] Excellent
[Combat Skill] Outstanding
[Originium Arts Assimilation] Flawed

Gladiia, an Ægir, Ægir technology consul, leader of Honor Exercitus, and the chief designer of warfare of the Ægir military organization 'Abyssal Hunters.' The time and venue of her landing is unclear. Gladiia demonstrates exemplary abilities in a wild array of scenarios including confrontations against large creatures, hard objective demolitions, assault, annihilation, mobile warfare, and espionage. She is currently assisting Rhodes Island with its work as a collaborator. While she continues to fulfill Ægir state functions, she now also serves as a representative for Rhodes Island's Ægir affairs.

Imaging tests reveal clear, normal outlines of internal organs, and no abnormal shadows have been detected. Originium granules have not been detected in the circulatory system and there is no sign of infection. At this time, this operator is believed to be uninfected.

[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 0%
Gladiia shows no signs of Originium infection.

[Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.011u/L
Gladiia rarely comes into contact with Originium. What exactly caused the scarcity of Originium in Ægir's borders?

[Originium is not the only disease to befall us under this sky full of stars. The incurable disease wrought by the sea's infection is one and the same as the flesh and blood of other species.]

You're looking for Gladiia? You don't know Gladiia, then.
Hah, 'Has anyone seen Gladiia?' I asked that question so many times, but the only answer I've ever received is 'No.'
It's not that she's elusive like Projekt Red is. Most operators don't even know who she is. She doesn't even have any reliable rumors about her, though she does have a huge sense of dignity... Sheeh, she really doesn't give a damn about anyone else, y'know? The Rhodes Island Magnificent Seven didn't get its name for sitting around! I really oughta have them teach her a little...
I'm just kidding. Can you even say for sure who could take her on in a fight? I don't think I can. Abetting your operators to fight? Better watch out for the legal department.
Really though. You're definitely gonna be turned away, but let me remind you anyway. It's strictly forbidden to bring those Ægir to the training rooms. Don't even think about it. If you haven't seen Gladiia fight... You ain't got no idea what it's like. She sometimes complains about how dry her skin is, how there's no water, how that keeps her outta the game and whatnot. That's cause she runs way faster than arrows. When she fights, she makes all these loud noises, and, like, if she says anything to you during a fight, you'll be dead before you even hear it. Her lance's not for stabbing. She hacks at people with it like an axe, a sickle. It still leaves a whole bloody mess on the ground in the end, but it's creepy for real.
Seriously, you've never met her before, have you?

—Closure, chilling on the couch as she remarks to a certain eager operator while tossing her portable terminal into the trash can for the third time of the day.

[Of all the countries there are in this world, Iberia is the only one to have even a shallow understanding of the sea. From the way I see it, the difference between their countries' might and Iberia's is a result of their ignorance.
The societies on land are neither efficient nor safe. This isn't anyone's fault.
However, the Ægir must be traitors in their eyes, though that's hard for me to imagine.
I never got to know my father, but my birth mother was someone who enjoyed authority, indulged in worldly pleasures, and ever so short-sighted—This last part is perhaps arguable, but there is no doubt about the first two.
That is why I did not stay with my birth family. It took me a very long time to break free of my birth mother's control too.
My family are those who raised, acknowledged, and supported me, and not the ones who merely passed on their genes to me. I am not related to my new family by blood, and that's a common thing among the Ægir.
Kal'tsit thinks the Ægir's pride and isolation are sins in themselves. She likely has her own reasoning for that.
I know very well that these uncivilized landwalkers are not going to accept us Ægirs. Neither Ægir's culture nor its knowledge will ever be of any use to them.
Keep your weapons from the barbarians.]
—Gladiia

Don't listen to her. She's knowledgeable in transmission tech, she's just not giving you any of those core technologies... and we have no use for them either. Where are we supposed to even get our hands on those materials?
If she's mad at you, that's definitely a good thing! If she's polite, though, that means she doesn't really care much about you. It's not something she's going to say out loud because of her pride. We're used to people like her.
—A certain Engineering operator; name omitted likely out of fear.

I thought Gladiia doesn't do research with the rest of us because she's always somewhere else.
I heard from Gladiia later on that there are actually two types of consuls in Ægir: science and technology. She's on the technology side, so she's not too familiar with theories and the like.
Ægir's basic education is really on another level. From my point of view, she's an all-rounder. Are consuls supervisors, though? Do scientists and engineers run the country too? Hm... It's quite hard to imagine, really.
By the way, military technologies are apparently technologies too.
Originium Arts don't count, however. She doesn't understand that at all. Are all Abyssal Hunters, like, completely insulated from Originium? Even someone with as bad of an infection as Specter couldn't use the most simple of Arts.
I think I kind of have a guess why that is, though she'll never admit to it.
I think the Abyssal Hunters have to be the product of Ægir's technological research. God knows how Ægir gets its people to accept that kind of research, though..
Ægir's technological level is really beyond measure. Its cities are completely invisible even under such immense pressure, its energy facilities are powered without the use of minerals, and its low-temperature alloy treatment process... the ability to transmit large amounts of information with minimal loss, and the blends of so many different species.
Dear god.
What's more, the ocean... If the lands are truly boundless, then what about the ocean? How many Ægir cities are there? There can't be more cities down there than on land, can there?
[Why haven't they tried to make contact with us?]

Now that's the million-dollar question. I shudder to even think about it.
...Those sea monsters... Just how bad are they that the Abyssal Hunters can't go home anymore?

[Private Log Transmitted To You]
What should the Abyssal Hunters do from here on out?
There has been no response to the transmissions that Gladiia made with Rhodes Island's equipment. No one knows what has become of Ægir beneath the ocean's surface, much less whether the other Abyssal Hunters are still alive.

I am certain that the Ægirs that the Iberians took in, the 'Islanders,' that is, were citizens of the sea who left their homeland after the events that unfolded there.
Most of the islanders are technological workers, with only a small amount of them scientific researchers. The science consuls? Leaving their magnificent, advanced homes behind was sacrilegious to them.
Though they were mere fragments of Ægir's technological advances, using the Islanders' technology, the Iberians immediately propelled themselves from just another powerful nation into a dominating superpower... The whole of Ægir's might and technological prowess are things that the nations on land will never want to witness firsthand.
And that's to say nothing of how the majority of those who live on land do not know that oceans existed in the first place.
Although Gladiia remains unwilling to reveal this information, we know that the few Ægirs there are in Iberia had moved there years ago, and that's also how the Abyssal Hunters came to be. From this, we can already surmise that the events that transpired in Ægir are no mere disasters.
The Abyssal Hunters are undoubtedly the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Ægir's military technologies. They definitely are not Ægir's last defense. They are its vanguards and its sacrifices, as though the Ægirs were trying to test the sea monsters.
Gladiia is not one to shy away from conveying her pride using etiquettes, but she cannot hide the fact that she is also trying to conceal her anxiety.
I can tell they have much to keep from me, and far too much.
She hasn't told you why the Seaborn was looking for Skadi, has she?
Speaking of which, the Seaborns are far from the top of the hierarchy of those sea monsters. There must be even more advanced life deep under the sea.
Gladiia tried to protect the Abyssal Hunters in her own way. She's afraid that the Church of the Deep and the Seaborns are far from the only ones who will try to do harm to the Abyssal Hunters. She believes the technology and information she holds are one of the few bargaining chips she still has left.
She is trying to trust us, but she remains untrustful of others. If she didn't want to help all of us fend off these threats from the sea, then she would be sunbathing on the deck right about now instead of running all around the world.
In addition, if an uncontrollable change is occurring to Skadi, then as one of the first Abyssal Hunters, the road Gladiia has ahead of her is just as bumpy.
Give her a little time. The training and experience she has will lead her to make the right conclusion.
She is still a citizen of Ægir, but we... we don't belong to any nation out there.
Ægir is yet silent.

—Kal'tsit.

Never give up hope. You must live.
Marah takes one last breath. Her light blond curls dangle on the soldier's arm. He hangs his head, a grim expression still on his face, as he tries his best to hide the tears dripping down his face. A round of applause. The show has reached its conclusion. This is where you stand up and join the ovation.
The Seaborns cannot enjoy theatrical performances, and the Sea Terrors don't know how it feels to enjoy music.
Never give up hope. This is our last line of defense.
Applaud these works of elegance. They may be the only assets our kind has left.

'Now, seriously, if you want to know how she looks like, you should go to Rhodes Island's balls. She goes to those every time she's on the ship. You can usually find her in the bars, too... She usually sits in the corner and listens to jazz music, though, so it's not easy to strike up a conversation. Balls, though. If you ask her for a dance, she's usually going to nod and agree even if she doesn't say a peep. Have you seen her dance by herself? No? You gotta see it, then. Her turns are like the wind, and her hair flutters on the stage like a maelstrom... I was so captivated, I didn't even notice when the music stopped... That's not what I wanted to talk about. When she dances with someone, she's like a whole different person. It doesn't matter how good a dancer you are. When she takes your hand and holds your waist, she makes you feel like you can dance, too. Even if you're terrible at it, she will never let you step on her dress. If she weren't so formal around everyone, I might just have... *sigh*. I'm so lucky that I still got to dance with her.'

2309

ATK

851

DEF

381

RES

Cost

ATK Interval

1.8 sec

Block

Redeploy

80 sec

Talents

Waves of Ægir
When deployed, all [Abyssal Hunter] Operators recover 2.5% Max HP every second and receive 25% less Physical and Arts damage from [Sea Monster] enemies
Survival of the Fittest
When attacking enemies with 3 or less weight, increase ATK to 130%

Skills

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Waterless Parting of the Great Ocean
Auto RecoveryAuto Activation
Lv.
SP Cost
4
The next attack drags the target towards this unit significantly, dealing 210% ATK as Physical damage
Can store 3 charge(s)
atk_scale
2.1
force
2
cnt
3
Waterless Grasp of the Raging Seas
Auto RecoveryManual Activation
Lv.
Initial SP
20
SP Cost
25
Duration
20 sec
Attack Interval increases, Attack Range expands; Each attack targets 2 enemies, prioritizes blocked enemies, deals 180% ATK as Physical damage and drags them towards this unit significantly
base_attack_time
0.5
attack@max_target
2
attack@atk_scale
1.8
attack@force
2
Waterless Dance of the Shattered Maelstrom
Auto RecoveryManual Activation
Lv.
Initial SP
26
SP Cost
35
Duration
8 sec
Binds a faraway target and generates a tornado centered on it, inflicting -50% Movement Speed to nearby enemies. Enemies caught in the tornado receive 130% ATK as Arts damage and are dragged towards the center significantly once every 1.5 seconds. The target and nearby enemies are dragged towards this unit significantly after the skill duration
atk_scale
1.3
attack@force
2
force
2
projectile_delay_time
9
interval
1.5
hit_duration
9
move_speed
-0.5

Modules

ORIGINAL
Gladiia's Badge
Module Selected
Operator Gladiia has demonstrated a remarkable aptitude for assault following physical coercion of enemy proximity.
The Field Operations Department has thus passed the following resolution:
This operator shall be appointed a Specialist Operator during field operations to exercise Hookmaster responsibilities.
In witness whereof,
This badge is hereby conferred upon the above named.

HOK-X

Consul's Handmirror

Select Module

Stage	Stats	Upgrade Description
1	HP +110 ATK +45	Hookmaster Trait Can Shift enemies by using skills Can be deployed on Ranged Tiles While being pulled, enemies take Arts damage proportional to the distance traveled
2	HP +170 ATK +59	Waves of Ægir When deployed, all [Abyssal Hunter] Operators recover 3% of their Max HP every second and receive 28% less Physical and Arts damage from enemies
3	HP +210 ATK +70	Waves of Ægir When deployed, all [Abyssal Hunter] Operators recover 3.5% of their Max HP every second and receive 30% less Physical and Arts damage from enemies

Upon hearing her mother leave the house, young Gladiia gets up from her bed, calls her lamp alight, and pulls out her vanity handmirror from under her pillow. Not that she would with any regularity be fully awake when the clock rolls over to zero, but tonight, she needs to look at herself. She needs to choose. As other Ægir view her, she is Gladiia, daughter of key Academy of Sciences personnel, winner of all youth competitions, a family girl, a young success story. But in her mirror, Gladiia sees a carbon-based robot, an emotionless form. Her memory begins with her birth mother being infatuated with Ægir affairs and Academy policymaking, her home merely a secondary point of residence, after the Academy's lounge. She once believed her birth mother sought accomplishment from her, and so she compelled herself to relentlessly reach new heights, applying the standards of adults to her young self. But she never was able to pry any form of feedback from her birth mother—no acknowledgement, no criticism, nothing whatsoever. No, her birth mother gave all her time to Ægir, and left not one idle second of one spare minute for her daughter.
Perhaps it was all an accident that she was raised, and this household had no reason to exist. This was the sort of conclusion Gladiia reached.
So, what else but to look for somewhere she can truly call 'home,' Ægir she can truly call 'family.'
She has decided. She will seek. She is set to do it.
She wants to hear for herself just what kind of case her birth mother might make in a civil court of law.
Gladiia stows away the handmirror, turns off her light, and sinks into rest.
Her mind swims frantically with planning.
She is restless all night.
......
Gladiia stands before the tremendous standing mirror of the Consul's residence, examining her negligible self in the looking glass. In just a few hours, she will depart the mansion, take to an operating table, and begin the Abyssal Hunter modification surgery. Perhaps, the moment the procedure is over, her dutiful vocation will be as a military commander and not a Technology Consul, and she will take to the battlefield, there becoming a monster with hands drenched in fresh blood. This has completely destroyed any notion of plotting her life's trajectory, and may even end her time then and there. Gladiia has never feared death, nor the giving of her life, but the sumptuous hall she sees in the mirror does make clear to her an aside—she is still teeming with regrets. Some are desires, some are responsibilities, some are promises, and becoming an Abyssal Hunter will render them all forever unfulfilled. If only the surgery could be postponed long enough, if only Ægir could publish the full scope of the plans to her as soon as possible... This is the first time she realizes that she had never had it all firmly in her grasp like she thought. She will lose, and she will never be able to regain.
Gladiia looks around the hall one more time, then returns to her study.
In a few hours, she will depart for the Abyssal Hunter experimentation site. Before she does, she has the mansion's smart housekeeping system store two documents.
One, her speech to be given upon becoming an Abyssal Hunter.
One, a will.
......
After Gladiia is marooned in a land not of Ægir, she has in the truest sense of the words lost it all. All she has left with her are a bloodridden lance, a still-passable outfit, and a desiccated and scorching eternity. And now, she stands before a pothole filled with fresh water, gazing upon her own reflection, washing the filth and bloodstains from her clothes.
The silt comes off with the water easily enough, but the clots of blood on her garments refuse to be washed off. With no option but to brush them by hand, she watches as their hardened forms attain a pellucidity, turn the shade of liquid blood, and run through the seams, dripping to a rest upon the soil. Is it her blood? The Seaborn's blood? Or her fellows' blood? She cannot differentiate. All of a sudden, Gladiia notices something, and she leans close to the hole, carefully examining her neck.
A tiny scale.
Though why is a mystery, Gladiia's birth mother comes to her mind in that moment. If she could, she would rather suffer her neglect again. This scale would never have found the chance to rest upon her neck.
But it has.
Gladiia stands up, and throws her freshwater-soaked hair behind her in one gesture.
She can indeed feel it. There is an embitterment, a discontent inside her. There is no need for these feelings to surface, and they do nothing to help in this present situation.
She has indeed lost it all, but she finds she can still afford to uphold her basic honor and dignity, which in turn means she can still move onwards with her head held high.
She needs no hope. She simply focuses on possibilities, feasibilities, and results.
She can still return to Ægir.
She is still alive to recover the Abyssal Hunters, scattered and lost.
As long as the probability is not zero, she is still bound to try.
So make good on it she shall.
Gladiia wipes her lance's bloodstains dry, and vanishes from the side of the 'hole.'
Seconds later, the sonic boom jolts the water from the pool, blanketing any and all trace she was ever there.

HOK-Y

淡金坠饰

Select Module

Stage	Stats	Upgrade Description
1	ATK +50 DEF +30	Hookmaster Trait Can Shift enemies by using skills; When dragging enemies further away towards self, increases shift level by 1 Can be deployed on Ranged Tiles
2	ATK +63 DEF +40	Survival of the Fittest 攻击重量小于等于3的敌人时攻击力提升至140%
3	ATK +74 DEF +45	Survival of the Fittest 攻击重量小于等于3的敌人时攻击力提升至145%

“技术执政官歌蕾蒂娅阁下，在手术开始前，我被授权向您提问——您是否希望保存自己的原生遗传样本？”
“小帮手”灵巧地展开了它的机械附肢。通过附肢上的扬声器，负责执行手术的基地研究员的声音传了过来。
执政官抬起头，看向远端操作室中阿戈尔人的面孔。他们中有相当一部分是她亲自从技术院筛选出的精英，履历优秀，经验丰富，忠于阿戈尔的公民以及每一座被海洋拥抱着的穹顶。他们在与穹顶采用同种材料的玻璃墙壁之后抿紧嘴唇，自提问后便保持着沉默。也有人不堪忍受那来自一位执政官的注视，转过身去，用操作面板遮挡自己的面庞。
身为执政官，她通常不需要借助社会理性之外的哲学工具分析他人的行为，生于海洋的阿戈尔人不会有无意义的举止。但此时，她偏偏对人们的沉默感到好奇：这代表了敬意、恐惧，还是悲伤？又或者，他们会不会在心中感到庆幸，幸好需要用血肉滋养孽物，以此挽救阿戈尔的人不是自己？
她知道自己不会得到答案，在手术完成后，答案也将不再重要。
她还记得，科学院曾经试图开发一批人工物种。这些人工生命需要植入海嗣的神经细胞，在可控环境下模拟海嗣的行为，帮助阿戈尔进一步了解那些孽物。为此，它们一方面必须是阿戈尔的忠诚仆从，另一方面又需要与孽物的族群建立有限的联系。
她还记得，这个一度取得了重大进展的项目以悲剧收场。在抵达细胞融合的临界点后，温顺服从的人工物种迅速海嗣化，吞没了研究团队。海巡队不得不放弃营救，呼叫舰队将科研穹顶从海床上整个抹去。
她还记得，赫拉提娅——她的母亲曾经是这个项目激进的支持者，她们曾经为此而争辩——如今，歌蕾蒂娅将投身于另一个更加激进的计划。在她之前，已有数位受试者在手术过程中死去。
阿戈尔的第一位猎人说，深海猎人不会重复人工物种的失败。我们不是仆从，而是驾驭洋流的战士。
当海渊索取我的残躯时，我仍将属于阿戈尔。
“剪刀。”她简要地下令。小帮手的另一支附肢随之展开，伸出细长的刀刃。
她从耳畔捻起一束淡金色的发丝，让刀刃彼此咬合。今天之后，孽物的血就会令她的头发失去原本的颜色。
“请替我保存好。手术完成后，我会亲自收回它。”

RIIC Base Skills

Tide Observation
When this Operator is assigned to the Control Center, for each Abyssal Hunter Operator currently assigned to a non-Dormitory facility, self Morale consumed per hour +0.5; Otherwise, self Morale restored per hour +0.5, with an additional +0.5 if the Abyssal Hunter Operator assigned to the Dormitory has full Morale
Group Hunting ·α
When this Operator is assigned to the Control Center, increases Morale of all Operators in the Control Center by +0.05 per hour; Abyssal Hunter Operators in the Base gain Special Bonus (Has Special Interaction Rules with certain skills)
Group Hunting ·β
When this Operator is assigned to the Control Center, increases Morale of all Operators in the Control Center by +0.05 per hour; Abyssal Hunter Operators in the Base gain Special Bonus (Has Special Interaction Rules with certain skills)