| THE EMPIRE | |
| Nabreus Deadlands | |
| The Muted Scarp | |
| Basch | This    is all that remains of Nabudis. 2 years ago it was destroyed ??? by a mysterious force. | 
| Vaan | This?    In just 2 year? | 
| Basch | As    the Dawn Shard brought down the Leviathan and her    fleet, (A fell) I found Mist    spilled forth. | 
| Fran | Is    it revenge that you desire? | 
| The Salikawood | |
| Living Chasm | |
| Moogle Boss | Once    the gate¡¯s fixed, everyone will be able to go to the Phon Coast,    kupo. It¡¯ll take a little while longer, yet. | 
| Layabout A | What?    No, we¡¯re working on the gate up ahead¡ | 
| Layabout B | Kupo?    We¡¯re here working on the gate up ahead. | 
| Layabout C | We¡¯re    here working on the gate up ahead. Except, right now we¡¯re taking a break,    actually. | 
| Layabout D | Oh,    we¡¯re here working on the gate down the road. | 
| Vaan | Yes. | 
| Layabout D | Then let¡¯s be off, kupo! | 
| Moogle Boss | Now    that my apprentices are all back, the repairs took no time at all, kupo!    Witness the power of moogles! | 
| Phon Coast | |
| Kaukula Pass | |
| Balthier | It    would seem we made the right choice. | 
| Hunters¡¯ Camp | |
| Vaan | I'll race you to the water. | 
| Balthier | Why the capital? | 
| Ashe | The    nethicite. | 
| Balthier | Are    you sure? | 
| Ashe | Lusting    for ever greater power, blinded by the nethicite. | 
| Balthier | That    does sound like someone I know. | 
| Ashe | You were a¡a Judge!? | 
| Balthier | Part    of a past I¡¯d rather forget. | 
| Ashe | It¡¯s    hard to leave the past behind. | 
| Cut off the past to be free... | |
| Ashe¡ | |
| Rasler | A    marriage of convenience. | 
| Ashe | They do, do they? | 
| Rasler | These    roles we play. | 
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| Ashe | I will play mine. | 
| Rasler | I would have no other. | 
| Balthier | The    choice is yours to make. | 
| Ashe | I¡I pray you¡¯re right, Balthier. | 
| Tchita Uplands | |
| The Chosen Path | |
| Archadian | This    weak-kneed bangaa is worthless, utterly worthless. Just like every other    hunter my father employs. | 
| Bill? | A    terrible menace plagues the Sochen     Cave Palace.    Calling hale hunters of all ages and races to deal with this scourge upon us. | 
| Vaan | [Ask about this bill] | 
| Archadian | East    of here you come to the Highlands. | 
| Sochen Cave Palace | |
| Doubt Abandoned | |
| Vaan | Hey, you sure this rabbit hole¡¯s really the way into Archades? | 
| Balthier | Better    a hare unseen than a rat in a trap. | 
| Penelo | But    what about once we¡¯re inside? | 
| Ashe | We¡¯ll    do what we can to blend into the crowd. | 
| Vaan | True,    true. | 
| Ashe | I noticed. | 
| Old Archades | |
| Alley of Low Whispers | |
| Vaan | Smells less like a capital¡and more like a sewer. | 
| Balthier | Even    empires have need of sewers. | 
| Vaan | I guess it must be a lot nicer than this place. | 
| Balthier | Oh,    to be sure. | 
| Alley of Muted Sighs | |
| Imperial | Entering the capital? You have credentials? | 
| Vaan | I have not. | 
| Imperial | No credentials!? We can¡¯t just throw open our gates to any old riff-raff who happen to be passing by. Be off with you, commoner! | 
| ??? | Well,    well, well¡there¡¯s a sight for sore eyes. | 
| Balthier | Oh wonderful. Enter the streetear. | 
| ??? | A pirate would do well to smile. Wouldn¡¯t want to sour his reputation. | 
| Vaan | You know this guy? | 
| Balthier | An    old¡friend. He¡¯s a streetear ¨C a peddler of rumor and hearsay, by the name of    Jules. | 
| Jules | Sometimes an ear with right purse strings¡¯s the order of the day. Like when a pirate decides he fancies going up in the world. | 
| Vaan | To the City? You know a way? | 
| Jules | In    Archades, knowledge is power. And power has a way of opening doors, boy. Now,    a fool will buy a sack of feathers for his pillow, but a wise man¡He¡¯ll buy    the whole stinking cockatrice and get his fill of meat into the bargain. | 
| Vaan | [Pay up] | 
| Jules | Bright    boy. You learn fast. | 
| Vaan | Actually, I did hear about a man who picked a bag of coins out of a barrel. | 
| Jules | Bags in barrels, eh¡? A boy would do well to bring that morsel to a man named Beasley near here. Tell him what you¡¯ve heard. | 
| Jules | You told him just as I told you? Good boy! | 
| Vaan | I¡¯m not sure what any of this has to do with going up in the world. | 
| Jules | Oh?    Witness the power of knowledge, m¡¯boy. | 
| Commoner | ¡®Ey, ¡¯tis a fight! Beasley¡¯s gone wild! | 
| Vaan | Now¡¯s our chance! Thanks, Jules. | 
| Balthier | Never thought you¡¯d go for such a meager price. | 
| Jules | A pirate should know that words are worth gil uncountable. Here¡¯s some words for you: The prodigal Bunansa son¡¯s come back to the Imperial roost. See? Words of much value, these. | 
| Balthier | Bah. | 
| The Imperial City of Archades | |
| Trant | |
| Penelo | You¡¯re gaping like a fish out of water. | 
| Vaan | I¡¯m    just checking out the city. | 
| Penelo | You¡¯ve    changed, Vaan. | 
| Vaan | Maybe    it¡¯s because I¡¯ve seen more now. | 
| Penelo | You    always were a soft touch, Vaan. | 
| Vaan | I    know! | 
| Basch | Good, Vaan. You¡¯ve come to understand the difficulties of serving royalty. | 
| Vaan | Hey, I¡¯m just along for the ride. | 
| Penelo | That wasn¡¯t a complaint, was it, Basch? | 
| Basch | Right. Let¡¯s get moving. | 
| Penelo | Hey, don¡¯t change the subject! | 
| Basch | Right. | 
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| Balthier | We go our separate ways here, Vaan. I¡¯ve some business to attend to. We¡¯ll meet again later. | 
| Vaan | Huh? Hey ¨C | 
| Nilbasse | |
| Cab Guide | Only those with 9 or more chops may ride this cab, boy. Nothing personal, I assure you. | 
| Vaan | A chop? What¡¯s that? | 
| Cab Attendant | If    you lack a chop, you pay coin. | 
| Penelo | What? That¡¯s crazy! | 
| Jules | Having    a spot of trouble, are we? | 
| Vaan | On this? But we need a¡a chop. What is a chop, anyway? | 
| Jules | When    a boy wants information¡that¡¯s right¡ | 
| Vaan | [Pay up] | 
| Jules | Why,    any upstanding citizen of the Empire carries a chop. It¡¯s a mark of status    sometimes, a writ of transit others. | 
| Vaan | How do you get them? | 
| Jules | Like I¡¯ve said, the key is knowledge, boy. You do your part here on the street, talk to the right people, you¡¯ll earn your chops in no time. | 
| Vaan | That doesn¡¯t sound so bad. | 
| Jules | Oh,    people in Archades love doing good deeds. | 
| Vaan | Uh¡    Not sure I do, but I¡¯ll give it a try. | 
| Jules | A    friend of Master Balthier¡¯s a friend of mine. | 
| Cab Guide | Ah,    I see you have some chops, sir.. Splendid. | 
| Van | Take me to Tsenoble. | 
| Tsenoble | |
| Balthier | Ah,    so pleased you could join me. Jules had a morsel for us: a light airship used    by Draklor researchers is just up ahead. | 
| Imperial | The    complices of the Senate have been quelled, Your Honor. | 
| Judge | You    have leave to withdraw. | 
| Imperial | My Lord. | 
| Vaan | Do you think they¡¯re on to us? | 
| Basch | It would seem not, though this will make our task more difficult still. | 
| Balthier | Certainly    took your time getting here, didn¡¯t you. | 
| Vaan | Not likely. Do you know how long it took to get the chops to get up here? | 
| Balthier | What¡¯s that? But I gave Jules some chops¡ | 
| Vaan | Jules! | 
| Jules | Tsk, tsk. A squad of Judges has been sent to Draklor. You¡¯ll find the service entrance rather a difficult proposition, I¡¯m afraid. | 
| Balthier | Your    doing, no doubt. | 
| Jules | The    Ministry? Oh, Judges make poor customers, my friend. Too many rules, too many    laws. | 
| Balthier | People    like¡Rozarrian sympathizers worried about the Empire¡¯s weapons programs, and    anyone else who might be opposed to House Solidor hegemony. | 
| Jules | And in exchange for your service, I¡¯ve spoken to a cabbie. When he asks where you want to go, tell him: ¡°you know where to go.¡± Simple, no? | 
| Balthier | Ah, a deal, brokered in true Archades fashion. Why, it¡¯s just like old times, Jules. Brings a tear to my eye. | 
| Jules | Good to be back, eh? My regards to your lord father, Master Ffamran¡er, rather, Master ¡°Balthier.¡± Anon, anon. | 
| Cab Guide | Welcome    to Tsenoble! And be proud you¡¯ve made it this far. | 
| Vaan | You know where to go. | 
| Cab Guide | You want to go there, eh? You sure? | 
| Vaan | Let¡¯s go. | 
| Cab Guide | All right. All aboard. | 
| Vaan | So, this Jules¡is he some old friend of yours, Balthier? You two seemed¡close. | 
| Balthier | Close enough for fisticuffs¡ Driver! Faster, if you please. I would be loathe to expend any of the violence of my present mood on my companions. | 
| Cabbie | S-Sir? Yes, sir! | 
| Vaan | Where to? | 
| Balthier | Come. This way. | 
| Draklor Laboratory | |
| 66th Floor | |
| Basch | It¡¯s too quiet. | 
| Balthier | Passing    strange. | 
| Vaan | Maybe we¡¯re just lucky? | 
| Balthier | Maybe you¡¯re just optimistic.. | 
| Basch | Something    may be afoot. | 
| Balthier | No    time for caution. | 
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| Vaan | Despicable¡ | 
| 67th Floor | |
| Fran | He¡¯s had visitors. Ones lacking manners, by the look of it. | 
| Vaan | Someone after the nethicite? | 
| Balthier | The    Jagd Difohr was it? | 
| Imperial | Up!    Above us! | 
| Vaan | They found us! | 
| Fran | His    earlier visitors, more like. | 
| Balthier | No,    we¡¯ll use their confusion. | 
| 70th Floor | |
| Reddas | Ah. My apologies. You bear not the stench of Cid¡¯s lackies. | 
| Basch | And you are¡our earlier visitor. | 
| Cid | Yes, a valuable man, one I¡¯d sooner not lose. Yet he knows too much. | 
| Energy Transitarium | |
| Reddas | Cid! | 
| Cid | And    you¡¯ve come here to stop me? | 
| Balthier | Consider    your bones, old man. | 
| Cid | Pirate    scum of the skies. | 
| Balthier | Treasure.    What else would a pirate want? | 
| Cid | You¡¯ve    come all this way for that trinket? | 
| Ashe | You¡¯re a babbling fool. | 
| Cid | A    trial for Ashelia B¡¯nargin Dalmasca! | 
| Reddas | Lend    him not your ears, m¡¯lady. | 
| Fran | Manufacted    nethicite! | 
| Balthier | How    could you do this? | 
| Balthier | Always    hiding behind your toys. | 
| Cid | Venat, you shouldn¡¯t have. | 
| Balthier | This    creature¡ | 
| Cid | Ashelia    B¡¯nargin Dalmasca! | 
| Ashe | Your words mean nothing to me! | 
| Cid | The    reins of History back in the hands of Man. | 
| Follow me, sky pirate! | |
| Balthier | (I) Hate it when he does that. | 
| Reddas | Mayhaps    you think me remiss! | 
| The imperial Senate, powerless to    resist House Solidor¡¯s brutal Purge, was dissolved. | |