Dialogue/Sub Story Night Angel

Translated by Khosen

Part 1

Flight Again - A new weapon

Night Angel:

Anything special during your recon mission?

Strato Angel:

No. Nothing to report. There were a few Iron Parasites and as few resources.

I'll send the report to your tablet, have a look.

Night Angel:

Understood. I'll report it to the Commander. You're free for the day. Take a break.

Strato Angel:

Alright. But where's Commander?

Night Angel:

Doing his usual paperwork that's overdue. As his that busy, I came to pick up the scout report as his aide-de-camp.

Strato Angel:

I see...Well, that's unfortunate. I'll get going then.

Night Angel:

...

Strato Angel:

...What's with the death stare?

Night Angel:

...Let me ask you one thing.

Strato Angel:

As long it's not weird, sure...

Night Angel:

Don't you have some weird complex like me?...no?

Strato Angel:

W, well, yes I do, but why do you ask?

Night Angel:

Then how could you act so poshly unlike me?

Strato Angel:

So this is where you were going. Well, if my little sister's having a crisis, I guess I have no choice. Listen to your Big sister~

Night Angel:

Tsk. Nevermind. I'll also cancel our plan about having a snack later too.

Strato Angel:

Ah! N, no, wait! But you promised!

Night Angel:

Then stop with the nonsense and cut to the chase.

Strato Angel:

F, fine...

Like you said, Night Angel. I, too, have a complex. It makes me depressed and angry from time to time.

But as you must know, life's too long for us to think about that all the time, right?

Of course, thinking about the positive things does not make me feel okay when someone triggers my complex.

But I can't always stay pessimistic. You must overcome it.

Night Angel:

And how do you overcome it?

Strato Angel:

By looking and finding your strength. Once you do that, you can let others focus on your talents rather than your weaknesses.

Also, wouldn't making others focus on your talents also hide your weaknesses?

...Just overthinking about one's complex is nothing but self-hatred.

Night Angel:

...

Talents, I see...

Orangeade:

Hello everyone, how was your lunch? It's time for your favourite radio!

"It's~Orangeade's Radio, Orac Live!" Thank you all for tuning into today's ORLA ORLA!

My gosh, I had such a hard time when I was out doing field duty, and I'm thrilled I'm sitting down right now hosting the show, you know?

The more you tune into ORLA ORLA, the less I'll be outside doing fieldwork, so stay tuned, please~

Oops, that's enough of me talking my story. Allow me to share an anecdote from an anonymous person!

"It was really nice to see what people used to call a 'concert' in person! And I loved all the songs, too, ma'am!" I'd like you to play...

Ehehe, if you don't know this and you're onboard Orca, you're a spy. A spy!

We'll be right back after Sky Knights & Muse: With You!

Night Angel:

...Another radio. Seems like Miss Orangeade is always full of energy.

By the way, is it me, or are we always hearing the songs of Sky Knights and Miss Muse?

Strato Angel:

They're all good songs, and I'm sure the ones who've actually seen in live can't stop reliving the moment.

You also hum from time to time - Ah, right.

About what we were talking about earlier, how about singing?

Night Angel:

Where did that come from.

Strato Angel:

See, Night Angel, you like to sing, right?

Night Angel:

Yes, but that's got nothing to do with how I look. Besides, I'm not that good.

Strato Angel:

Never judge a book by its cover, right? Also, I know how talented of a singer you are.

Night Angel:

Wow, for you to say those things, they r.e.a.l.l.y sound sincere.

Strato Angel:

...A, anyways. I can't control how you interpret my compliment.

Now, will you excuse me? I have to go get my equipment checked up.

Night Angel:

...

Using my talents to cover my weaknesses...

Talents, what talents...?

I guess I can appeal by booty-

...

A song...

I didn't expect you to have so many outfits for someone like me...

I'm glad I did some research before I came.

I'm not a big fan of being cute, so I'll choose this.

Looks like the figure in this magazine seems a little young...

Well, she looks cool, so it should be fine.

I'll make my costume based on this and the song...

What should be the theme? A love song?

Urgh, speaking of love makes me suffocate.

...I guess I'll listen to a few samples.

Part 2

Flight Again - Yourself

Night Angel:

Ah~ ah~~ ah~!

Strato Angel:

...Uhh, Night Angel? Are you just going to hum like that without any lyrics?

Night Angel:

I have no choice. I came up with a tune, but I don't have an inspiration for the lyrics.

I'm brainstorming...but I don't like them.

Strato Angel:

I like how you're all relaxed, but you do know that you're clock's ticking till your performance, right?

Night Angel:

How could I? Our Commander sold my name when I asked him to build a stage.

He didn't even ask how I felt about it...

Strato Angel:

I, I thought it would have helped you out...

Night Angel:

*Sigh...* allow me to handle my own affairs next time.

Well, I suppose it's my chance to appeal my charm points to Him.

Strato Angel:

R, right? See, I knew what I did help -

Night Angel:

Enough with your nonsense and pass me over the notebook there.

Strato Angel:

Tsk...here. I might also sit down and take a rest too.

By the way, where's the costume you've been making?

Night Angel:

You're sitting on it.

Strato Angel:

...For real? This raggedy fabric?

Night Angel:

I don't have crafting skills, okay. Do you plan to make one for me?

Strato Angel:

It's not my strength too...

Night Angel:

Tsk. Oh well, I'll just keep at it.

Strato Angel:

Have you checked our dress room?

Night Angel:

I have, but most of them don't fit me.

Strato Angel:

Then what about asking Miss Audrey...

Night Angel:

What I'm doing is solely for my own pleasure.

I can't ask others for help.

Besides, Miss Audrey's already too busy to accept any requests.

Strato Angel:

R, right. Miss Audrey had said she's always busy. But you do need a costume...Ah!

What about lending it from someone else? How but hers? It looks cute?

Night Angel:

Others, huh. Well, it's a fine idea, but.

Strato Angel:

See, look at this too? Wouldn't it be nice if you could wear them?

Night Angel:

You forgot one thing, aren't they all bigger than me?

Strato Angel:

Yes? Ah, right...

Night Angel:

Ha.Ha.Ha. What makes an idol, after all, is breast size. So I guess it's a natural order that the bigger your breasts, the popular you are.

I can't wear them because I got none, and I can't make my own costume because I'm not skillful enough.

I guess wanting to become an idol was a stupid dream.

What was I thinking, believing being able to sing could make you an idol? I can't believe I was trying to appeal to the Commander through my voice.

Strato Angel:

Don't say that. Have faith in what you're capable of.

I know how much of a good singer you are. Not just me, but the entire Doom Bringers -

Night Angel:

So. What do you suggest? I got more than one issue to deal with right now.

Strato Angel:

*Sigh...* Why don't we calm down a bit. Would you like to go for a walk with me?

Night Angel:

You may. I'd rather stay here and think of an idea.

Strato Angel:

Fine. Then I'll leave this - Oh? This is...

Night Angel, it seems like you've got a package.

Night Angel:

A package? I don't recall ordering any.

Strato Angel:

Take a look while I'm gone.

...And call me if you need help.

Night Angel:

...

Don't know who sent this...a note?

"I'm rooting for you."...

...A note with no way of finding out who sent it, and a complete costume, huh.

*Chuckles*, I can only think of one person who could do this.

...

My gosh. I wanted you to see me when I'm shining...

No. I'm thankful that you like me for who I am. I was dumb to care about what others thought of me.

I feel like a fool.

You'll stay the way you are, right?

You'll continue to...

*...Chuckles*. I should hurry. I know the lyrics to my song now.

And I need to invite everyone who helped me too.

Part 3

A Song of the Angel of the Night

Commander:

While we were remodelling Orca, we decided to utilize a small space and create a stage.

I'll come by from time to time, but I can't miss today's show...

Night Angel:

Ah, Commander.

Commander:

Night Angel, who was checking the stage and her choreography, came up to me.

I'm sorry, did I interrupt your practice? (Choice)

Night Angel:

It's alright. It was my break.

Commander:

How's it going? (Choice)

Night Angel:

...Good. Someone helped me a lot.

Commander:

R, really? I wonder who that might be? (Choice)

Night Angel burst into laughter as I answered her like a machine.

Night Angel:

I know, right? I wish I knew their face.

Commander:

As I took a step back, becoming a little shy as she looked me down with her smile, Night Angel took a step and approached closer.

Night Angel:

If you happen to meet the person who helped me, would you mind forwarding this message?

Commander:

O, of course...(Choice)

Night Angel:

...I was pessimistic my entire life, yearning for something I never possessed.

All I cared about was how others looked at me...and I never took the time to take care of myself...

I was trapped in a vicious cycle of self-hate.

But now, I changed how I view things.

I now have someone who gives me advice, though she's a pain in my ass from time to time...

I will never find out who, but I also know someone out there who really likes me.

Commander:

Night Angel wrapped her two hands around my waist and leaned towards me.

I could hear her heartbeat below her fabulous outfit.

Night Angel:

...Thank you, Commander.

Not just for this stage, but for everything.

Commander:

...Yeah. (Choice)

I slowly bent over and faced her.

Her ever-glowing red eyes slowly closed, and as the sweet scent of her hair tickled my nose, I felt something warm and soft touching my lips.

Uhmp? (Choice)

Night Angel:

... A little later.

Commander:

Night Angel pushed me away before we kissed and headed back to the stage.

Night Angel:

I already rehearsed, but more practice couldn't hurt.

... I wanted the person I loved the most to be the first to see anyway.

Commander:

As the stage lit up, the spotlight was solely on Night Angel.

A ray of light filled the entire stage, and I saw her stepping up towards the centre of the stage.

It wasn't the biggest stadium, and I was the only fan.

But as if that's all she needed, Night Angel smiled at me and took a deep breath.

The melody and lyrics were far from the theme of love.

But from the voices of an angel of the night, singing atop of the stage.

I could sense how much she loved and cared about me.