Ugoku E Ver. 2.0: Aryol (Super Nintendo)
Game Script
Created 12/23/08
Last Updated: 12/23/08
Version 1.0
Written by: HarkenSlash

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|  1. Introductions                                                           |
|       1.1 Version History                                                   |
|  2. Game Text                                             	              |
|  3. Special Thanks                                                          |
|  4. Contact Info                                                            |
|  5. Legal Information                                                       |
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1. Introductions
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1.1 Version History
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December 23, 2008
Completed FAQ

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2. Game Text
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[Opening]
 Long ago, but not in the
 distant past, was a time
 when people could not build
 engines greater than
 1000 HP.

 Even though the engines were
 so under-powered, there were
 people who wanted to make
 massive aircraft, like the
 legendary Giant Dragon.

 However, other people soon
 demanded speed, and the big
 airplanes fell into disuse.

 But... They never stopped
 trying to achieve the giant
 aircraft.

 In that period, the era of
 the giants, was the time of
 the legendary giants of the
 giants. Only two of them
 were made.

 The second of the two
 behemoth aircraft was named
 "Aryol." And, this is
 "Aryol"'s story.

[Stage 01]
 It was when I was returning
 from investigating the state
 bank, and forced to take
 shelter from the heavy rains,
 that I was reminded of some-
 thing my girlfriend once told
 me.

 "One night, when I was a
 child, it was raining hard.
 My grandma told me that a bad
 dragon was running around in
 the clouds, in a rage,
 causing the storm. I said
 then that I would beat that
 dragon when I grew up."

 Then, she look at me and
 added, "That's why I stole a
 plane, and got arrested...
 Hey, you're not laughing at
 me?"

 I don't know why I didn't
 laugh at the time. Probably
 because she seemed so
 serious.

 "Anyway, when they release
 you, come visit me," she
 said.

 They let her out of prison
 after that, and a lot of
 time had since passed.

 I really don't know why I
 joined up with her. It's not
 like I owed her, or that she
 owed me. We just seemed to
 keep appearing at the same
 times and places, for no
 real reason.

 I probably just wanted to
 take advantage of her,
 though.

 Things started piling up, and
 suddenly we needed money. We
 decided to take some from the
 state bank. I was ready not,
 but also thought that I first
 needed to do some warm-up
 exercises.

[Stage 02]
 From the start, my girlfriend
 always wanted to ride on a
 plane. She was constantly
 near them, and got a supply
 staff job in the air force.
 She was rabid over them, and
 learned how to fly on her
 own. But, when she applied
 for a new job in the air
 force as a pilot, she was
 was turned down, on the
 grounds that she's a woman.

 So, she stole a plane, and
 was caught. Afterwards, she
 tried visiting all of the
 airline companies, to apply
 as a pilot and become "The
 first woman to safely fly
 with passengers." But, no
 one took her seriously.

 I can see why she was driven
 to start her own company.
 Which has led us into
 marching into the state
 bank.

[Stage 03]
     "WHAM!"
 She kicked the door opened,
 rifle raised, and spoke the
 customary phrase, "Hi.
 Please raise your hands."

 Then, ignoring the stunned
 people, she approached the
 teller at the counter.

     "You can tell I've come
 here to pick up some cash.
 Please put it into the bag."

     Normally, this isn't
 something you say with a 
 smile.

[Stage 04]
 Now, the getaway.
 With the money from the bank
 in our hands, we had to leave
 the country.

 We needed to convert the cash
 into something easier to
 carry. We were horribly
 overcharged, but by spending
 lavishly, we were able to
 buy a magnificent gold crown.

 We kept feeling that the
 police were right behind us,
 but of course, it was just
 our imaginations.

[Stage 05]
 Our flight from the country
 was not to be so easy,
 naturally. The police knew
 that it would be hard to
 capture someone who had left
 the country, so they put out
 a flash bulletin to cancel
 our travel permits.

 We went to the airport, but
 the security was heavy, and
 we had to board a plan in
 secret.

[Stage 06]
 We managed to slip into the
 cargo hold. It was a real
 rush, and there were many
 times that we'd thought that
 we'd been spotted.

 "This is the Aryol. It can
 travel up to 1000 kilometers.
 Incredible. It's 6 950-HP
 engines can carry 60 people.
 Only two were made, and one
 was sold to another country.
 If we board this plane, it
 will be easy to escape the
 country," she said excitedly.

 She tried to glimpse outside,
 and pressed herself against
 the door.

 "Very misty outside. Very
 nerve-racking," she muttered
 to herself, as if she was the
 one piloting the plane.

[Stage 07]
 I'm amazed that such a huge
 craft can really fly. My
 girlfriend told me that to
 make this thing strong
 enough, the body was built 2
 stories tall. Above our
 cargo hold is a second hold.
 There's only one way out, a
 door on the floor. To make
 loading and unloading easier,
 there is an elevator between
 floors.

 As she was talking, we heard
 footsteps above us. Holding
 our breath, we heard
 whispering coming from the
 elevator shaft. It was very
 strange, that someone would
 enter the hold area during
 the flight. We stretched
 further into the shaft, and
 listened intently.

[Stage 08]
     "Where's the bomb?"
     "Stashed in my room, next
 to the engine section."
     "I'll get out at the
 refueling station and make
 the announcement on the
 radio. You escape later,
 using a parachute. Got
 that?"
     "Down with the facists!!"

 That's what we heard. I
 couldn't believe what was
 happening. Radicals had
 boarder our plane, and were
 going to blow it up. My
 girlfriend said, "First, we
 need to escape, then report
 this to the aviation
 bureau!!! The pilot wouldn't
 believe us, even if we tried
 to tell him."
     "But, how do we leave a
 flying plane?"
     "With parachutes, the ones
 over there by the wall."
     The parachutes were stored
 in the hold, so we put them
 on and opened the door. I
 was shocked by how terribly
 high up we were.
     "Come on. You'll get used
 to it soon enough. It's no
 big deal. It's my first
 jump, too," she said
 casually.

[Stage 09]
 I was worried about the
 parachute not opening, but it
 did so with no problems. It
 made my head feel like it was
 being pulled off, though. As
 I slowly descended, I
 regained my composure and
 looked around. The view from
 the sky was magnificent, and
 I felt that I could almost
 understand why she wanted to
 fly so badly that she would
 go so far as to steal a
 plane.

 Swaying in the wind, I began
 to think that I may be happy
 with the idea of fleeing the
 country, and then helping
 establish an airline company.
 I wondered if I'd be allowed
 to ride along on the plane.

[Stage 10]
 I liked floating around, but
 the landing was terrible.
 Not that we hit land though.
 We splashed down in the bay.
 The parachute settled on top
 of me and I started to drown.
 Fortunately, my girlfriend is
 a good swimmer, and she
 dragged me to the shallows.

 Unfortunately, the dynamite
 in my bad had gotten wet. At
 least, the crown was safe
 anyway.

 We then decided to reach a
 telephone office, and tell
 the aviation bureal about the
 bomb.

[Stage 11]
 The telephone office staff
 stared at us strangely. We
 were both dripping wet.

 Luckily we managed to
 convince them that we were
 lost travellers, and we paid
 them to let us use their
 telephone. But, why doesn't
 the aviation bureau have a 
 phone of their own?

 We decided to contact the
 nearby police, to have them
 bring someone from the bureau
 here to us. Waiting for the
 police to arrive, she said,
 "We're planning to escape the
 country. Now I feel strange
 having to call the police
 myself."

 Under the circumstances, the
 long wait felt endless.

[Stage 12]
 The police finally came. My
 girlfriend exploded at them
 for taking so long, then
 switched to spitting out her
 explanation like a telegraph
 machine. The police left,
 and she turned to face me.

 "'Stop joking,' they say!
 But I'm not joking!"

 "So what do we do," I asked.

 "There's no other choice, but
 to defuse the bomb myself."

 That's an easy thing to say.
 Boarding a flying plane is
 a completely different
 matter.

 "We could slip back into the
 plan at the refueling
 station," I suggested. "Such
a huge plane would not take
 off again very quickly, since
 the refueling would take so
 long"
 "That's the best idea. But,
 you don't have to come with
 me. Take the crown and
 escape to safety."

 That didn't feel right, as I
 have more knowledge in bombs.
 Finally, we decided to borrow
 the motorcycle and sidecar
 that was used by the office
 for communications.

[Stage 13]
 However, she didn't head to
 the Omsk refueling station.
 Instead, we went to a nearby
 air field, where we planned
 on borrowing a plane to fly
 to the Omsk airstrip. I
 agreed that it would be much
 faster instead of taking the
 sidecar directly.

 But, after we got airborne,
 we took the shortest route
 and flew deep into a cloud
 bank. Outside, it was cold
 and wet. And there was lots
 of lightning, which we wished
 we could avoid.

 If that lightning hit us, it
 would be more than merely
 painful.

[Stage 14]
 "My god, there's something
 in front of us! It's
 absolutely huge!"

 It swooshed in front of us,
 and held it's position, not
 coming closer or going
 farther away from us.
 "It's probably just a craft
 from the air force." Her
 voice was carried to me by
 the wind.

 Then, the object veered back
 towards us. It was immense!
 And, it's shadow quickly
 enveloped us. What flew
 through the clouds was not an
 air force plane -- It was a
 giant dragon!

 It glided past us on it's
 colossal wings, then snaked
back and started chasing us.
 Apparently, it disliked
 sharing the skies with us,
 and wanted to catch our
 plane.

 "This is the monster! Shoot
 him down," She called from
 the cockpit. I had no
 recourse, and began firing
 rapidly with the rear-mounted
 machine gun. But, it looked
 like the bullets were having
 no effect on the dragon.

[Stage 15]
 No, the bullets didn't hurt
 the dragon at all. In fact,
 we just made him even more
 furious.

 My girlfriend turned towards
 me, shouting, "This reminds
 me of hat story, back when
 I was a child. Silly thing
 to think of at a time like
 this, right?"

 I started wondering what the
 weather was like down on the
 ground.

[Stage 16]
 We eventually managed to
 escape from the dragon, with
 our plane's tail bitten in
 several places.

 We were able to fly on to a
 grass field near Omsk, but I
 wouldn't call our landing a
 successful one.

 My girlfriend dragged me out
 from the wreckage, and I was
 lucky to be able to tell her
 that I was not hurt. She
 looked relieved. Then, she
 used the binoculars that were
 inside the cockpit to inspect
 the distant air field.

 "That dragon must be
 furious! And, it must be
 storming heavily below him!"
 She laughed happily,
 apparently glad that she had
 been able to view the beast.

[Stage 17]
 "Wow, what a nice view."
 She handed the binoculars
 over to me. I looked through
 them, and a wonderful world
 opened up before my eyes.

 The huge Aryol was parked at
 the far end of the air field,
 dwarfing the supply crew and
 making the gas tankers look
 like little toys. The people
 looked like the faithful
 servants of the metal dragon.

 "It's time to board."
 Her hard-edged voice brought
 me back to attention.

[Stage 18]
 While we were enjoying the
 dancing illumination from the
 search lights, a siren cut
 through the air, signalling
 that the Aryol would soon
 leave.

 "Damn it, run!"
 My girlfriend got to the
 plane first, and opened the
 lock for the cargo hatch.
 She jumped inside. Just as
 the plane started to roll, I
 tripped over a light housing
 alongside the runway, and I
 fell. I stood up quickly,
 but the plane, with my girl
 friend, was already pulling
 away at high speed.

 "Hurry!" she shouted,
 stretching her hand out to
 me. I grabbed on to the
 handle of the cargo door.
 Holding on, I bent forward,
 even though one slip would
 mean I'd fall and get badly
 hurt.

 "You can do it! Hurry!"
 I don't like running, but
 this was not the time for
 thinking about such things.
 I pushed myself to run as
 hard as I could.

[Stage 19]
 Struggling heroically, I
 managed to connect fingertips
 with my girlfriend, and she
 succeeded in pulling me up
 and inside.

 "There's a dressing room in
 here. I'm going to disguise
 myself as a stewardess. I'll
 lure the radicals back here,
 and then you can do something
 to beat them up."

 I still couldn't speak,
 gulping down air, so I just
 nodded to show that I
 understood. She pecked me on
 the cheek, and disappeared
 down the gangway heading off
 from the cargo hold.

 I trusted her completely at
 that moment, and believed
 that she would somehow pull
 this off.

[Stage 20]
 Searching around me, I found
 a rifle in with the cargo.
 That should be helpful. And,
 it was about time for her to
 return.

 "Hey, hold on a minute."
 I suddenly heard the voice of
 one of the radicals.

 "What's the matter?" she
 answered back, as if nothing
 was wrong.

 "You... you're not a
 stewardess.

 Crouching down to the side,
 I could now hear their
 footsteps. Then, I could see
 my girlfriend next to me,
 dressed up in a flight
 attendant's uniform.

 "Why, is something strange?"
 "I don't think stewardesses
 wear safety boots."

 I only noticed that now. She
 had changed her dress and
 hat, but not her shoes. Se
 stood still, and I could see
 sweat trickle down the side
 of her face.

 There was no point in waiting
 any longer. I jumped out,
 and fired my rifle. The
 radicals took cover, and they
 also filled the air with
 bullets. I deftly avoided
 those. As I was reloading,
 ducking down out of the way,
 I could see that my girl
 friend was safely under
 cover as well.

 "Thank you. It was stupid of
 me, overlooking the shoes.
 Hey, give me that thing. I'm
 better with it than you."

 I threw the rifle and sac of
 bullets to her.

[Stage 21]
 Both radicals had emptied
 their guns, and were taking
 time to reload. My girl
 friend took the chance to
 smash them with the rifle.

 We stashed the villians in
 a locker, and secured them
 inside. Next, we had to deal
 with the bomb.

 We went down to the engine
 area, and entered the
 radicals' room. Inside, we
 saw a box that was fastened
 down to the table. This is
 the work for a professional.
 Trying to remove the screws,
 or moving the bomb, would
 obviously cause it to
 trigger.

 The bomb wasn't all that big,
 but on the other side of the
 iron wall was one of the 950
 HP engines.

 If only I had some tools.
 Without them, trying to
 defuse something this
 complicated would be too
 dangerous. One mistake, and
 we'd be blown to pieces. I
 told her this, but all she
 said was "Is that so."

 She removed her flight
 attendant's cap. Then,
 taking the crown from me, she
 put it on her head. "Go on.
 Don't worry about me."

[Stage 22]
 Unfortunately, right at the
 end, I slipped up. The
 trigger switch spring started
 to shoot up, and I quickly
 pushed down on it with my
 hand. Now, if I removed my
 hand, the bomb would blow.

 "Hey, it's going to be all
 right, won't it?" she asked
 in a small, strained voice.

 If there were some way to
 tie the switch down with a
 string, I could easily
 defuse it.

 "Can't I push the spring
 down?"

 Didn't matter if it were her
 or me. We'd get tired soon,
 and disarming the bomb would
 still take time.

 "A line, any line. Hmmm.
 It must be strong, or it'll
 break. String, that you
 could find anywhere, but no
 here." She started to think.
 Time passed. Then, she
 started grumbling and began
 taking off her boots.

 I wanted to ask what she was
 doing, but I quickly got my
 answer. "Here, I'll tie it
 down," she said, taking the
 lace from her safety boots
 to fasten the trigger switch.

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 "We have crossed the border.
 It's safe now." She pulled
 me closer. I hadn't noticed
 her put the crown on after
 we'd boarded this train.

 "We're a matching couple,
 don't you think?" She
 whispered so low, her voice
 was almost lost in the noise
 of the train's wheels
 clicking over the tracks.

 "Hey, put on a happy face."
 She poked me in the cheek,
 but I had a strange,
 lingering feeling. What
 face should I show her?

[Stage 23]
 Unfortunately, right at the
 end, I slipped up. The
 trigger switch spring started
 to shoot up, and I quickly
 pushed down on it with my
 hand. Now, if I removed my
 hand, the bomb would blow.

 "Hey, it's going to be all
 right, won't it?" she asked
 in a small, strained voice.

 If there were some way to
 tie the switch down with a
 string, I could easily
 defuse it.

 "Can't I push the spring
 down?"
 
 Didn't matter if it were her
 or me. We'd get tired soon,
 and disarming the bomb would
 still take time.

 "We have no options, we're
 almost ready to land..." she
 talked to herself as she took
 off the crown and put it on
 the edge of the switch. We
 slowly let go. Nothing
 happened, since the switch
 contacts were both touching
 the metal crown. At that
 moment, the plane began
 swinging to the side.
 Luckily, the weight of the
 crown held it on top of the
 switch. For the moment.

 But, we would be landing
 soon.

 "Let's leave," she said.
 If we didn't escape now, the
 antibomb squad would catch
 us, having been alerted by
 the radicals' announcement
 over the radio.

 "You did a good job," she
 whispered to me.

 Before the airplane landed,
 we had bailed out with the
 parachutes, borrowed a boat
 and started crossing the
 waters to reach the border
 on the other side.

 "I am sorry, about all the
 trouble," she said again.
 I rowed in silence, but
 secretly, I enjoyed being
 alone with her.

[Stage 24]
 Unfortunately, right at the
 end, I slipped up. The
 trigger switch spring started
 to shoot up, and I quickly
 pushed down on it with my
 hand. Now, if I removed my
 hand, the bomb would blow.

 "Hey, it's going to be all
 right, won't it?" she asked
 in a small, strained voice.

 If there were some way to
 tie the switch down with a
 string, I could easily
 defuse it.

 "Can't I push the spring
 down?"

 Didn't matter if it were her
 or me. We'd get tired soon,
 and disarming the bomb would
 still take time.

 "A line, any line. Hmmm.
 It must be strong, or it'll
 break. String, that you
 could find anywhere, but no
 here." She started to think.
 But, the plane shifted, and I
 almost let loose of the
 switch.

 "We've landed," she told me.
 Time ran out. The antibomb
 squad had been alerted by
 the radicals' announcement
 over the radio, and they
 boarded the plane.

 "You did a good job," she
 whispered to me.

 We could have escaped, but
 because we wanted to save the
 passengers, we were captured.
 We still felt like heroes.
 And, the reporters were
 waiting at the airport.

 I told my girlfriend that if
 we haven't tried to defuse
 the bomb, we could have
 escaped, and maybe even have
 crossed the border by now.
 "Don't talk stupid. How
 could we let 60 people die
 just for a little money and
 an idle life?" she laughed
 quietly.

 The magnesium camera flashes
 lit up her face.

[Stage 25]
 Aviation Bureau Announcement

 An explosion aboard the
 "Aryol" resulted in the
 deaths of all 60 passengers
 and the crew. The explosion
 was caused by a bomb,
 according to police sources.
 A radical group has taken
 credit for placing the
 explosive device aboard the
 aircraft.

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4. Special Thanks
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- Altron, for releasing this game
- GameFAQs, just for being there
- You, for taking the time to read this

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5. Contact Info
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My e-mail address is HarkenSlash@gmail.com if you ever need to contact me.

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6. Legal Information
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All of the text derived from Aryol is copyrighted by Altron.