Operation story: CB-6
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Before operation
“ | At the end of the world, Penguin Logistics is having a pointless wine-tasting party. Everyone picks up a bottle to confront the Mafia, and the fight officially begins. | ” |
<Background 1> | |
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10:26 PM \ Cloudy Sunset Boulevard, "The Ends of the Earth" lounge | |
Croissant | Say baws, what year's this vintage? |
Emperor | Hmm, maderized coloring, lively aroma, robust flavor, velvety texture, this is... Last month. A forty of malt liquor from the corner store. |
Croissant | Perfect scores up and down, baws! That's why they call ya Lungmen's self-proclaimed number one sow-mel-eer! |
Emperor | *Pfft* How many times do I gotta tell you? This is a reserve weapon. It ain't for drinking! Sora! |
Sora | Okay, okay, here's your mouthwash. |
Croissant | Um... did ya mean to wash yer mouth with Yan huangjiu...? |
Texas | Alcohol is a disinfectant. There's industrial alcohol under the bar. That would do the trick. |
Croissant | S'all good. We got money so we might as well spend it. It's all in the process, y'know? Ain't the amount. It's the process of spending! |
Exusiai | Everybody, the apple pie's ready! It's time to party! |
Croissant | Oooh~ Exusiai's homemade apple pie! |
Emperor | Bottoms up! |
Sora | ...so like, what exactly are we partying for? |
Exusiai | Huh? It's Bison's welcome party. |
Sora | ...so like, where's Bison? |
Exusiai | Um! I dunno! |
Emperor | Then pick another reason. We always got a reason to party. |
[Bison arrives at the bar.] | |
Bison | ...What are you guys doing? |
Croissant | Awright. Here's the guest of honor himself. |
Emperor | Hey. Welcome to The Ends of the Earth. You're late. That's three shots. Guest of honor drinks triple, but you can't drink. So that's nine sodas. Drink up. |
Bison | Why is it called The Ends of the Earth? (And the decor is so gaudy... And what's with the penguin... is this some kind of punk thing...?) |
Exusiai | Don't just stand there with your tongue hanging out. This is your welcome party! Apple pie? |
Bison | ...No thanks. So while me and Mostima were out there fighting off mobsters, you were in here partying? So... what happened to their leader? |
Texas | He got away. |
Emperor | To be more precise, we let him get away. |
Bison | Regardless, he got away... so what do we do next? |
Texas | We know the enemy's identity, their goal, and their numbers. They're the Siracusan Mafia, and they wanted to take Penguin Logistics's territory in Lungmen. ...even though we're a logistics firm and... never mind. |
Sora | Don't sweat it, Texas. We've always got a few days here and there to take out the trash. |
Croissant | When ya say it like that, it makes us sound even less like a legitimate business, don't it? |
Exusiai | They don't know what they're talking about. They couldn't fill the boss's t-shirt for two minutes without cracking under the pressure. |
Emperor | Penguin Logistics is a unique operation. And I'm a step even more unique. |
Bison | But that means we have lots of options for how to work this out. Why do we have to fight with them? |
Texas | I don't know. |
Bison | You don't know? How have you been... |
Emperor | Alright, alright, let's not put too much brainpower into this. Find an opportunity to grab their boss, huck him in the river and boom, we're done. This whole thing has been one big ass waste of time. I just. Don't. Give. A shit. |
Exusiai | Seriously. This isn't really worth spending any more time on. Here, gum. |
Bison | Om... But we at least need to come up with a plan to... Wait, what flavor is this gum? |
Exusiai | White Horse Kohl flavor. |
Texas | Croissant, please add this brand of gum to our hazardous materials list. |
Croissant | We were runnin' low so I grabbed the new flavor. Didn't notice what it was. Oops. |
Emperor | Yo, are we gonna party or what? We got food, we got drinks, where's the tunes? |
Exusiai | I'm on it~! |
[A jazz music can be heard playing at the bar.] | |
Bison | I wasn't expecting jazz... even if it's a little... |
Exusiai | The previous owner was something of a jazz lover, but after the boss took over we had to make a few style changes. |
Sora | A few? |
Texas | It's pretty much because the boss's own records all got toasted in that— |
Emperor | Enough. Let's not bring back any tragic memories. And besides, nobody asked him to go get sick. Here I am takin' time outta my busy schedule to look after his bar. |
Bison | is[sic] it Oripathy? Lungmen's been through a lot. They should've changed the way they look at the Infected... |
Emperor | Nah. He picked up an alcohol allergy. |
Bison | ...... |
Croissant | He was fixin' to be the greatest bartender in all Lungmen. Fer a feller like that, we call it terminal. |
[Several cars can be heard stopping in front of the bar.] | |
Emperor | We got some party crashers. Yo, get behind the bar if you wanna live. |
Croissant | Yessir! |
Exusiai | Nice! There's a coin back here. |
Sora | Don't squirm around, there's not much room back here—Ow! Watch your halo, Exusiai! |
Texas | Stop gawking and get down, Bison. |
Bison | Huh? Ah! |
Mafioso | Get 'em! |
[The mafiosi storms the bar, countless bottles and glasses are shattered in the hail of bolts.] | |
Croissant | Welp, that's the end of this place. |
Bison | Mr. Emperor's still out there. Will he be okay?! |
Emperor | Why are these punks still up in my business? Shoot back already, before they completely trash the joint! |
Exusiai | Sorry, boss, I'm all out of rubber bullets. Should we go at them with the barstools? |
Emperor | Did I not buy a forty of malt liquor and leave it here for just such an occasion?! |
Croissant | Um, we just drank the last bottle. All we got left is the top shelf stuff. |
Emperor | Use it. I ain't some stuffy old rich man, filling my palaces with fancy show-off booze. Let this liquor show us what it's worth. |
Croissant | Huh? But the price on this stuff's higher than— |
Emperor | Grab it, hold it in your hand, and remember: aim for the head. Protecting this bar means protecting my land. Come on. |
Texas | Exusiai. |
Exusiai | Got it! Take a bottle and smash a head. No problem! |
Sora | W– wait for me! |
[The P.L. crew comes out of the stool and charges at the mafiosi...] | |
Mafioso | They're charging, watch out! Gah! |
[...breaking more expensive bottles in the process...] | |
Croissant | That's a hundred thousand. Hundred and fifty thousand. Four hundred and fifty thousand. Seven hundred thousand... How much was that one? No! Exusiai! Not that one— agh. |
[...and some more.] | |
Bison | What's... huh...? |
Croissant | Tonight's property damage bill. At least you and I got our shields to fight with. Don't want that number gettin' any bigger. |
Bison | R- right. |
Croissant | Okay~ Three, two, one, go! |
After operation
“ | Gambino's famiglia is no match for Penguin Logistics when they're going all-out, but the bar is also destroyed in the process. A furious Emperor makes up his mind to settle the score head-on. | ” |
<Background 1> | |
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[The shootout in the bar abruptly ends when the mafiosi runs out of ammunition and as Gambino shows up.] | |
Emperor | Well if it ain't a Siracusan stray right here in my lounge. You're all outta crossbow bolts? And I'm still standin'? |
Gambino | So this is the Emperor. You come through a rain of arrows still holding your drink. Lucky bastard. |
Sora | ...Lungmen isn't much for straight up, close-quarters fighting. |
Exusiai | If you don't play by the rules, you get kicked out of the game. |
Gambino | Rules? |
[More mafiosi appears.] | |
Gambino | By the time the cops get here, all they're gonna find are your splattered corpses, Penguin Logistics. |
Bison | ...it's all their people out there. |
Croissant | They got the back covered too. Looks like this feller's mighty thorough. |
Gambino | That coward Capone is too afraid of the Rat King and Wei Yenwu, even if that one might need a thought or two... But you and the Rat King? You ain't worth a second look. |
Emperor | Yeah? Is that really what you think? Or you just tryin' to sound scary? |
Gambino | I believe it with all my heart, "Mr. Emperor." |
Emperor | Croissant, grab me a bottle. Our friend here's got the broke brain. I'm gonna do him a favor and fix it up for him. |
Croissant | But baws, not for nothin', we already smashed a couple million Lungmen dollars' worth of booze over here. |
Emperor | ...and how much were their lives worth? |
Croissant | Don't see how it could add up to that much. |
Emperor | ...... |
Texas | Are we doing this? |
Emperor | Nah. We're keeping the deal we made with Lil Wei. We don't go all out in Lungmen, we don't make trouble, we don't threaten life and limb. Keep it professional. Business is business. But we been on the run for a grand total of five hours today. That's double my normal work day. Double! Not to mention we torched a whole year's worth of goodies! Cars, booze, and my precious vinyl! And now we got some tragic, unanticipated deaths here in my club. What're we gonna do about all this? Hm? |
Texas | Understood. |
Gambino | Texas. This name of yours displeases me. |
Texas | I don't recall knowing any Siracusans like you. But you're about to go running out of Lungmen with your tail between your legs. |
Gambino | You're gonna regret slandering my family, Texas. Who here's the stray dog who ran off to Lungmen? You know the truth. You ain't fit to go toe to toe with a Sicilian. |
Texas | ...... |
Gambino | That's a good face right, there, Texas! You almost look Siracusan like that! |
<Background 2> | |
Mostima | Wow. This is a surprise. You got called out too? |
[A strange-looking humanoid carrying a laptop with him approaches Mostima.] | |
??? | You could say that. But it's honestly a relief to get pulled away from those cocktail parties. |
Mostima | Hm. Does a small-time mafia dust-up really deserve such a grand response? |
??? | No, it doesn't. But it makes for a nice excuse to tear myself away from troublesome social interactions. Croissant has ordered a new custom accessory for her hammer. Exusiai has sought my help in caring for her beloved gun. In short, there is much to be done. |
Mostima | Yeah, I might have something for you too. |
??? | No matter. Assisting my colleagues with such trivialities is one of my duties, in addition to my primary function. |
Mostima | Can you look after this staff for me? |
??? | This white one. You do understand its significance, don't you? |
Mostima | Just for tonight. Let me relax a bit and enjoy the Carnival. I can't exactly take it out onto the dance floor with me. I'll lose control. |
??? | Of course. I will take it. It's my responsibility. |
Mostima | Heh. It always comes down to work, huh? Thanks anyway. You want to go for a drink afterwards? It's on me. |
??? | I would love to. Socializing over drinks with colleagues is vastly more meaningful than the empty social niceties I've endured. |
??? | But I'm afraid, looking at these movements, it may be a challenge to save The Ends of the Earth. |
Mostima | ...So, did you just get in to Lungmen? How much do you know about what's gone on tonight? |
??? | Everything. The threads that make up this year's Carnival are uncomplicated. The tapestry is abundantly clear to me. |
Mostima | Are you not going to help? |
??? | I am not. I will leave the physical labor to your youthful vigor, look after your items, enjoy a cup of tea, and wait for the situation to resolve itself. Right then. The Rat King is waiting for you. Do please enjoy yourself. |
Mostima | You too, Yith. It's Sauin. It only comes once a year. Don't work yourself too hard. Anyway, I'm out. |
Yith | ...Sauin? Oh my. I was supposed to take off for Sauin. And here I am working overtime like always... what a dreadful waste. But at least, now that she's entrusted you to me, we can reminisce about the good old days, my old friend. Mm. It's nice to grip you in my hand like this. No complaining. |
<Background 1> | |
[The mafiosi fights the P.L. crew...] | |
Texas | You have nowhere to run. |
Gambino | *Pant pant* Texas, you got the skills to match your name... Your Family— |
Texas | Shut up. |
[...who fights back quite well.] | |
Exusiai | Texaaas~ I've taken out more than you~ |
Sora | But Texas is holding down their leader. That's gotta be worth at least three? |
Exusiai | Wha? So I'm losing? |
Croissant | Naw. Nobody else is even countin'. Oh, we still got a bottle over here. Lemme check the price tag. That's one, two, three... seven! Seven zeroes! Thank you, Lady Luck! |
Mafioso | What're you scared of? There's only five of 'em! |
Emperor | No cliches in my club, please! |
[Emperor threw a bottle at the mafioso.] | |
Mafioso | Gah! My head... nng... |
Emperor | And you didn't even count me. There's six of us. |
Bison | Six Penguin Logistics employees against an entire armed mob... and the logistics firm wins...? ...that's kinda weird, isn't it? |
Croissant | Ain't nothin' weird about that. When it comes to team fights, we're the best in Lungmen! Long as the numbers ain't too different. |
Gambino | Gah! |
[Texas holds Gambino at swordpoint.] | |
Texas | You lost. Give up. |
Gambino | Lost? Give up? Hah. Are you really THE "Texas?" When Sicilians cross swords, there ain't no winning or losing, there's only life or death. You must regret not biting the bullet and finishing the job! |
Mafioso | Fire in the hole! |
Texas | Grrr! Take cover! |
[The mafiosi threw grenades at the bar...] | |
Bison | Aagh! Another bomb! |
[...whose detonation covers up their retreat.] | |
<Background fades out and in> | |
Texas | ...... ...we let them get away again. |
Exusiai | Should we go after them? |
Texas | No. I may have underestimated them a bit. Even if they're a bunch of losers who ran off to Lungmen, they're still Sicilian mobsters. |
Sora | Texas, are you hurt?! L– let me take care of you. |
Texas | It's not deep, don't worry. |
Sora | I'm worrying! Sit down. I'll get the first aid kit... |
Bison | Sicilians... what's a Sicilian anyway? Is it a kind of Siracusan? |
Texas | The Sicilian Union is one of the origins of Siracusa's Twelve Families. It was the first city to turn to violence to achieve its goals. It's where we get the word "Sicilian" in Siracusan. But these days... the word has kind of a different meaning... it's pretty rare for a Siracusan to actually call herself a "Sicilian." They're not as strong as they used to be... for a whole bunch of reasons. But if they still call themselves that... well... |
Exusiai | Breathe, Texas, breathe. You're wearing yourself out talking that much. The main point is it's a way for wannabe dangerous mobsters to tell everybody they think they're dangerous mobsters, right? |
Texas | ...yeah. |
Bison | We can't let them keep ambushing us like this. Our losses are only going to get worse. We have to hit back, we need a... |
Emperor | Hold up. Just everybody hold the eff up. What excuse do you think I can give to my dumbass alcohol allergic bartender friend to explain what happened to his place? |
Croissant | Um... is there an explanation...? At least the stool yer sittin' on's in great shape there, boss. |
Emperor | All we got left's one barstool? |
Sora | Yes... that one barstool. |
Emperor | ...Aight. Broken bottles, shot up walls, and tattered velvet got its own unique vibe to it. Yeah. This is my new renovation, redecoratin' the joint! |
Exusiai | Noooo way. Nobody's going to buy that. |
Croissant | We prob'ly just gotta pay him back for all the damages, huh? Aaagh. Looks like we're gonna hafta tighten our belts at Penguin Logistics fer a while. |
Texas | Plus the whole place stinks of alcohol. And I'm all sticky. At least it's disinfecting my wounds. |
Sora | Don't be stupid, you can't use wine as a disinfectant! Here, I've got some medical alcohol... why is there a straw? N– never mind. Here, Texas, let me apply it... |
Emperor | ...I had another idea. If these punks gotta come at us on Sauin... Then we gotta send 'em peacefully to the afterlife. |