Story/Night 5-3 (Part2)/Script
[An empty Griffin supply outpost somewhere.]
[......]
Type56-1: What...are we even doing...
NZ75: (Sighs)...
All that fighting has made me even hungrier...
Type56-1: Even this base has been looted...
We’re guarding a kitchen but have nothing to eat... How sad...
Type97S: Say, Chief... Can’t we go?
Hasn’t the Commander cleared the way already?
M99: I’m sorry, but it isn’t time yet. We can’t move until there’s a gap in the enemy’s patrols.
A Sangvis Ringleader is lurking in the area, and according to intel, she’s in control of a Jupiter...
If we expose our presence, not only will we be screwed, even the neighboring human settlements will suffer.
NZ75: Tsk. How long do we have to wait...?
Why should we starve for humans’ sake...?
Type97S: Hey, has your empty stomach driven you mad? How dare you say such a thing...
Many people are still waiting at home for the emergency rations we’re delivering...
Type56-1: But the problem is...
Those humans aren’t actually short on food...
Type97S: Huh? What do you mean?
Type56-1:Those supplies...are actually ingredients for the rich to throw banquets with...
They’re all of top quality. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been looted so thoroughly.
NZ75: What?! Then why didn’t you say so?!
So we’ve been risking our lives and starving ourselves all this way just to move leftovers for the moneybags?!
Type56-1: I was gonna bring this up when we got there. We could even ask for some if we’re lucky...
But at this point, we’re going nowhere anyway. Why don’t we sneak a bite first...
M99: Hey, don’t do it!
Once again, a mission is a mission. We can’t unpack others’ goods for our own use!
Type97S: I also think it’s a good idea to bear with it for now and wait till we break through the enemy’s blockade...
NZ75: But how are we supposed to fight when we’re starving to death...
Type56-1: That’s right! The body is the capital for revolution!
Besides, there’s only this much left of what we can deliver, and we’ve been delayed. We’ll get scolded even if we make the delivery...
NZ75: It’s gonna be hell if we go, and it’s gonna be hell if we eat up the goods. It’s gonna be hell either way, I’d rather go to hell on a full stomach!
Type97S: What kind of argument is that...
Though...you do have a point. Imagine the shame of losing a battle because of hunger...
M99: Hey, not you too...
Type56-1: Chief, it's three against one.
M99: Ugh...
[......]
NZ75: Now listen. Let’s get our story straight. If they ask, we say the goods were lost on the way.
Type97S: As long as we’re all in this together, nothing can stop us. Let's go!
M99: Is this really the time to quote lyrics...
And I’ll allow only one pack - no more than that!
Type56-1: Haha, don't worry! These will be enough to cheer us up!
I have a huge piece of pork here. Still fresh! What about your vegetables, 97?
Type97S: Hey, take a look at this persimmon! So red and fleshy. As expected of the city dwellers’ food!
NZ75: Tsk. That’s a tomato. What a country bumpkin. Can’t even tell them apart, huh.
Remember that time when they asked you to bring back some persimmons and you came back with dried persimmon pastries. Type56R took a nibble and couldn’t stomach anything else for the rest of the day.
The only good cooks are Type64 and Type88, but 64 keeps hurting herself in the kitchen...
Type97S: She's way too delicate. That little princess can cut three of here fingers just popping a can open...
Besides, they may be good at cooking, but they don't use proper ingredients!
Miss 88 makes mapo tofu with tofu pudding! 63 was so pissed she just left!
Type56-1: So that’s why 63 threw a fit that time? I had never seen her so angry...
NZ75: 63 is also a blockhead herself... The only sort of seasoning she knows how to use is raw chili!
You know how picky 92 is when it comes to Sichuan cuisine. If she saw that, she’d kick 63 right out of the kitchen!
M99: Hey...I didn’t know you bunch have so many issues. You all seem fine working together...
Type56-1: I can put up with anything that comes up during work, but sacrilege against proper cookery is unacceptable!
Type97S: Are you really one to talk?
You approved quite heartily that time when NZ put ketchup onto sweet and sour pork!
If I were Chief, I'd send you over to eat potatoes every day with Miss Lee Enfield and Sten!
Type56-1: Huh? Was that NZ?
It tasted really nice, you know. Much better than your so-called "proper" sweet and sour pork...
Type97S: What?! You couldn’t taste the ketchup?! Is something wrong with your stomach or your tongue?!
NZ75: You mean YOUR tongue, stupid fat hawk! Have all the walnuts you ate yesterday gone to your brain?!
M99: Listen!
Stop fighting, guys! We finally decided to all work together. It's not worth it to start another argument over nothing but a dish...
Type56-1: Chief, that’s why you always lose out - you let things pass all the time...
Type97S: And what do you mean "nothing but a dish"?! You know nothing about sweet and sour pork!
M99: Uh, sweet and sour pork... Isn't that just ribs seasoned with sugar and vinegar?
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[......]
M99: Why...have you all suddenly gone quiet?
NZ75: Just run, Chief. Hawk's gonna break your tiny body bone by bone any second now...
M99: Uh...Hawk, what’s with the creepy smile? Cut it out...
Type97S: Chief, I’ve been sincerely happy hanging out with you these days...
But sadly, sweet and sour pork is sweet and sour pork. Not ketchup. Not sugar or vinegar either...
M99: Hey, Hawk! What are you doing?! S-Stay away!
NZ75: H-hold on! Is that an engine I’m hearing?!
Type56-1: It's Jupiter! Duck!
[...BOOM!]
[...]
NZ75: Cough...
Hey, is everyone alright?!
M99: Cough, we're fine... We're all in the bunker. Only the kitchen collapsed...
Type97S: Come again?!
NZ75: K...
Kit...chen...?
Type97S: 56! 56, are you alright?!
[...]
Type56-1: ...
Gone...
It's all...gone...