Ryōshū. I.A.L. Hm? This isn't standard comms protocol? Stop using acronyms? What, why? ... Because I'm a rookie...? Haah...
HP | 76.0 + (2.6*lvl) |
DEF |
Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Ryōshū. I.A.L. Hm? This isn't standard comms protocol? Stop using acronyms? What, why? ... Because I'm a rookie...? Haah... |
Morning Greeting | You don't have morning lessons? You lucked out, then. I would've loved to share the pain of repetitive daily chores. |
Afternoon Greeting | I make do with whatever ration they've assigned us for the mission. ... I much prefer the taste of a cig. |
Evening Greeting | Do they think something might happen if they don't hold these new recruit rallies every night...? Haah... |
Chatter #1 | 'We the Before Team are assigned with the paramount task of clearing the path before anyone else does. Every bloodied step, every flesh given...' Damnit. I've repeated this so many times that I started saying it out of nowhere. |
Chatter #2 | Our next mission takes place at some portship of U Corp. Hmph, doubt they'll assign me with anything substantial to do. |
Chatter #3 | B.A.H. I joined after hearing that Section 3 was the toughest... But this boredom is the kind of toughness I didn't expect... |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | This shotgun is the most useful of the bunch. Now that the Team Leader left this behind for me... It's time for my own expression of gratitude. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | Anyone with a semblance of common sense must've gleaned from the lessons that we're all being thrown into a meat grinder. I finally have a place to let loose thanks to that. Time to go S.P. |
Idle | Haah... I'm craving... a cig... |
Uptying | Acknowledge. This is Ryōshū. Reporting total unit annihilation... Huh. The radio's also dead. Finally... I can let loose. |
Deployment | Am I finally getting some real work? |
Stage Entry | Single shell in chamber. Ready to fire. |
Viewed in Battle | Oh, am I getting a signal? Acknowledge. |
Commencing Attack | I'll beat you up and blast you to bits. |
Enemy Stagger | You're staggered... Next, I'll blast your guts to smithereens. |
Staggered | Tsk... |
Enemy Killed | T.N. I mean... Target Neutralized. |
Death | Akh... Tsk, didn't think... I'd follow them so soon... |
Check Passed | A shotgun is a beautiful problem solver. Heh. |
Check Failed | Not my fault. They assigned me trash gear. |
Victory Cry | Mission Complete. Returning to rendezvous point. LCCB / P.O. / Unit 3. Returning units... Just one. |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | Returning to base with the variable coordinates. This appears to have been our mission objective. Hmph, you better treat me right from now on. |
Defeat Wail | Mission Failed. Total annihilation, and for what? Nothing. Tsk, I'm sure the high-and-mighty LCCA will take care of the rest. |
A S.B.
If this unit has 7+
x
Shove
Shove
Shove
Shove
T.N.
T.N.
T.N.
T.N.
O.O.F.
O.O.F.
Dear new employees! Everyone, I know that everyone's gotta be tired of hearing this, but...
... please stay focused during these loyalty training classes! The purpose of this class is to enhance your psychological readiness for battle.
……
Click. Clack.
The table vibrated ever-so-slightly as the child shook her leg impatiently. Her trousers kept making that annoying, brushing noise.
What accompanied that was the sound of restless, irritated click-clacking of her ballpoint pen.
I understand it can be a bit tiring, a bit boring... but let's try reading it out loud.
Open page 3 of the new hire training guide.
... This is a reminder to all LCCB employees. We, the Before Team, are assigned the paramount task of clearing the path before anyone else does. Every bloodied step, every flesh given becomes...
W.O.T.
The child muttered with a sigh. She was clearly miffed about this waste of time.
It wasn't loud enough for the instructor to pick up, but it sure was loud enough for her colleagues to hear.
How much longer do I have to suffer this drivel? I went along with it once or twice... But it's really starting to get on my nerves.
... Excuse me. Can you pipe down a little?
Another child sat beside this one. The expression of boredom was evident on her face as well, but she still went along with the lesson for some reason. It was an odd juxtaposition of dissatisfaction and compliance.
Did I say anything wrong? Sacrifice ourselves for everyone else? Be proud of it? What a load of bull. What's so fun about suffering in others' stead?
Sure, I can agree with some of what you said, but... It's not like we work for fun. Better to just go along with it.
I don't agree with anything you said. I work for fun.
... Yeah, okay. Good for you.
The other child frowned and opened her mouth as though she wanted to add something... before sighing and turning away.
Hmph.
Oh, and... while ammunition is a part of your standard issue gear, please refrain from using them unless absolutely necessary. You know how expensive they are.
Remember: the more ammunition you save, the more extra pay you'll get.
The child scoffed, but she knew that the other child had a point.
She wouldn't be getting any 'interesting jobs' if she got fired.
Instead of continuing to sigh and complain, the child began chewing on her ballpoint pen. Hopefully, that would make this waste of time go just a little faster.
She kept waiting and waiting for a smoke break to arrive... She craved that thick, eye-watering puff of smoke.
So here she was.
Leaving a trail of voluminous, eye-watering smoke in her wake.
Smoke from the cigarette in her mouth? Sure.
……
But there also was a trail of smoke coming from the shotgun in the child's hands.
Hmph. So here we are.
W.O.W.W.I.E.
Waiting overlong was worth it eventually.
There was no other sound than the metallic ch-chak of the firearm, the light sound of plastic shell casing hitting the floor...
... and the sound of her military boots clacking against the ground.
There was nothing else here. No new recruits, no teammates... No one.
…!
And now, no enemies.
The child gleefully took a hit from her cigarette. What an entertaining predicament. Some things were taken from her, yet... she'd also taken from them.
Weaklings... All of them so-called superiors.
Was that all they could manage with such a weapon? This great communicator?
To be fair, it's running low on ammo... But it's decently useful as a blunt weapon.
So we had to find some coordinates, huh... Bet they'll greet me with open arms if I return with the mission objective and body bags of my former superiors.
Now they'll give me more interesting jobs in the future for sure... heh.
The child grinned. All's well that ends well. She spat out the butt of the cigarette and made her way deeper into the building.