| ID | labelString | styleUnsignedShort | nameString |
|---|
| 1 | qst701915_msg0001 | 84 | I'm feeling a mite peckish. |
| 2 | qst701915_msg0002 | 84 | Maybe I'll grab a bite before we
set off for Uraya. |
| 3 | qst701915_msg0101 | 84 | Why did you pick me as leader? |
| 4 | qst701915_msg0102 | 84 | I mean, sure, as a representative of
the resistance army, I'll probably
do a bang-up job of it. |
| 5 | qst701915_msg0103 | 84 | But I'll be so busy I doubt I'll have
time to sample any Urayan delicacies. |
| 6 | qst701915_msg0201 | 84 | I'm stoked that the mission's over.
Time to go put my feet up, sip on
a cold brew and fill up the ol' tum. |
| 7 | qst701915_msg0202 | 84 | Or I would, if our exalted Lieutenant
Vronka wasn't giving me the evil eye. |
| 8 | qst701915_msg0203 | 84 | I knew this'd happen... I ought to have
had my fill of Puran in Fonsa Myma,
at least, but now that ship's sailed... |