Story/Night 5-1 (Part2)/Script

[...Arrived at the designated storehouse.]

Type97S: (Waves) Lil’ 56! Long time no see!

Type56-1: We’ve been waiting for a while. Did something happen on your way here?

M99: Apologies. There were a lot of Sangvis units along the way. We lost a bit of time making detours.

Type56-1: No problem. The supplies are all packed and ready to go. Let's move out ASAP.

Type97S: Is that all? I thought we could at least fill up a few trucks.

Type56-1: There used to be a lot more...but they’ve been moved away. That’s why I was sent to guard the last of them.

M99: Huh? Is S.F. so poor they have to come after our supplies?

Type56-1: Well...
It was actually the human residents from the neighboring areas, but PR matters, you know...
If Jupiter hadn’t attacked, I’m afraid we couldn’t even have saved this last batch.

M99: I see...
All resources are delegated by the military under strict regulations. No one can touch them without permission. Not even humans.
We must protect the rest of the supplies to the best of our ability.

Type97S: Alright, let's deliver them safely to our destination!