Jiro slumps down in his cage, dejected.











Sunny
* G'day, mate.

Sunny leans cockily against the open doorframe of the cage.

Sunny
* Ready to get outta here?

—Jiro—
...
Fine whatever
No, I'm not
Just let me give up. I can't keep doing this.

Sunny
* Aww, hey now.
* Don't just leave me in the lurch like that.
* I've been going through beams withdrawal ever since we got cut off.
* Had to make do chuckin' rocks around while making pew pew noises with my mouth.

Sunny
* Besides, we had a deal, didn't we?
* I still gotta help you wriggle out of your obligations back on your island.
* Can't exactly pay you back while you're stuck down here, can I?

—Jiro—
...
We almost got out and now I'm down here again. It'll happen again. You never learn.
Why should I go through the effort of picking myself up and moving my legs and pumping my blood when nothing I do will ever lead to anything getting any better? Why? Can you answer me that? Can you be honest?
I'm not moving. Leave me behind.

Sunny
* Ahaaaa, yeah nah I'm not fuckin' doin' that.

Sunny barks behind her at Polyta, who is keeping watch with the rocket launcher.

Sunny
* OI, POLYTA!
* WE'RE IN DIRE NEED OF YOUR FINELY TONED ARMS!













Polyta hoises Jiro over her shoulders, firefighter style. Sunny carries the rocket launcher now, clutching it completely with both arms as if scared she'll drop it. She talks to Jiro.

Sunny
* Sorry about this, Jiro bud.
* But, y'know. I got kind of a duty of care here.
* Black mark on my soul if I fuck that up.

—Jiro—
...
Don't talk to me
Ggngnnnh
No point in resisting anyway...

—Polyta—
I don't understand what's gotten into him.
He's not usually... like this.

Sunny
* Think you mean to say you never noticed he was like this.

—Polyta—
I'm sorry?

Sunny
* You know what? I'm not gonna start shit.
* Be the bigger woman here. It's a new leaf for me.

—Polyta—
Ah. How kind of you.

Sunny
* And look at you! Illustrating the fine art of sarcastic bitchcraft.
* We're learning so much from each other!

—Polyta—
I'm-- touched, but look out!!

Winged biters descend upon the group.

—Polyta—
Enemies approaching, up ahead!

Sunny fumbles with the rocket launcher much to Polyta's distress.

Sunny
* Oh shit, um um!
* Which way's the front...?

—Polyta—
The sight!! The side with the sight!!!

Sunny
* Ahhh fuck, ahhh--!!!

The winged biters are mowed down in a hail of lasers.

Sunny
* Ah...?

—Polyta—
What was... that...



  Avean Machina
Never fear, citizens!

A power armoured Avean Machina, equipped with two miniguns instead of arms, poses dramatically on a pile of rubble, flanked by Avean Grunts.

  Avean Machina
Help has arrived!