I Woke Up Piloting the Strongest Starship, so I Became a Space Mercenary

Every time the ultra-high-temperature, half-vitrified ground of the laser bombing walks, it makes a jazzy, jazzy sound. The sight was worse because of the dust that was blowing all over the area, but I still didn't like the appearance of the giant "aggressive protozoan" who was sitting there exposed to a grotesque figure.

"Now it's almost certain that this' offensive prototype 'is man-made."

Major Serena looks straight ahead and delivers that word to my ear. Both she and I are equipped with a helmet that covers the entire head, so this word is over the line of communication.

"In any case, it's the same type that came out of Cormatt III."

"Yeah. If the figure matches until this point, it's almost certain."

I dare say 'almost' because we can't be sure it's exactly the same unless we examine the DNA of this aggressive prototype. That's because there's an astronomical probability that the attacking prototypes that appear in Cormat III and Cormat IV have almost the same shape and aggressiveness while carrying a completely different DNA.

"Commander, I've captured what I think is a response to the suppression."

"No, please share the information with the airplane above."

Jesus!

Soon the information will also be shared on the HUD of my universal mask. Of course, it's not that far. It's only natural that I went down to the ground and searched because I couldn't detect it from above.

"Walking?

"That doesn't seem to take long. Secure dropship drop points, get in with everyone, load up the equipment you're deploying, call out, and think about doing all that stuff, and the time doesn't change."

/(adv, adv-to) (on-mim) as if/as if/as if/

It's not a very loud distance. Let's walk quietly.

Suppression found ahead! I'm stuck on the ground!

"Send the drone in first and investigate the inside. It would not be stylish if a reaction bomb were placed as a souvenir. Install an engineer, a shield generator, and build a defensive base."

Eye Mom!

Under the command of Lieutenant-Colonel Serena, the Imperial Marines began to mushroom. I don't have anything to do, so I just have to be idle. No, I'll be vigilant.

"It's a reaction bomb. I don't know if I could afford that much."

"Even if you don't have a reaction warhead, you might be working on a supply generator. You don't want to go near unsuspecting and disappear, do you?

"Sure, I'm sorry."

If the Starship generator overloads with malicious intent, it will be a powerful explosive unlike a reaction warhead. At least SOL couldn't take such a suicide bombing method, but there is no guarantee that it can't be done in this world.

After a while, it was reported that there were no hazardous materials from the scourge that was manipulating the drone, and the scout's main research team entered the suppression. I have confirmed that there are no targets inside, so I need you and Major Serena to stand by at a secure defensive base.

"Let's take a meal break while we can."

Wow.

There is no dust coming into this improvised defense base protected by a shield generator for land warfare. That helps me get my helmet off and feed and water. Commander Serena instructs his men to take turns taking breaks and eating while I take off the universal mask. I took Mimi and Elma's prepared song out of the backpack while looking at it sideways.

……

Wow, that's it.

What came out of my backpack was an alien creature with a vacuum pack on it. Oh, yeah, this one. You've eaten before. It's delicious against its appearance, this one. The visible part of the outer shell is surprisingly soft and creamy, with a slightly sweet creamy paste inside. There was talk of it being used as a military relationship in some country.

"... it's delicious."

"Have you ever eaten!?

"... yeah"

But why dare you stick him in my backpack at this time? Elma's face was hazy behind her head. I don't think Mimi did it, and the bad guys are definitely Elma. However, Mimi manages these so-called "alien ingredients". I remember Mimi had prepared the contents of the backpack with me, so Mimi probably knew about it and pushed into it. We'll have to 'interrogate' them tightly when we get back to the ship. Remember that.

"Um...."

"You must be the cute joke of our cute sailors, hahaha...."

For the time being, let's try not to look at it and push the Fe ○ Sugar painted object back into the backpack to see if there is anything else in it. Then something like another food came out from behind the back.

An object packaged like a silver metal foil, with a large print on the surface of the penitentiary kingdom's military diet type 3, and a full list of raw materials and nutritional ingredients contained in one meal written on the back. Is it about the size of Castella before wearing it sold at the supermarket? It's quite heavy and looks good to eat.

"What's that?

"Ah... it's like a penitentiary kingdom or something."

"Ah, it's a little far, but it's not a bad country for the Empire."

"Heh, let's try some decent food."

When I broke the silver package, my face came out like a solid pound cake. Apparently, this package is packed full of stuff like this pound cake.

"It smells good, doesn't it?

It does smell like fruit. I think Commander Serena is also a woman to be attracted to the sweet smell. No, many men like sweets. I don't hate it either.

"How about a bite?

Well, let's split this up a bit.

I'll split enough for Lieutenant-Colonel Serena while I get stuck in the pound cake. Commander Serena gave me something like a dry sausage.

"What is this?

"It's a military sausage. That's the taste."

"Hmm. I'll take it."

I rode the penitentiary kingdom on my right hand and the military sausage of the Geppelsky kingdom on my left hand, for the time being, into the penitentiary kingdom.

A smooth, moist bread-like texture. Besides, this sweetness is not just from sugar. Dry fruit kneaded in a sponge and perhaps a syrup soaked in the dough to moisturize it - no, I feel a little alcohol, so I might be using sweet liquor.

"Ah, I think I've eaten something similar."

"Really?

Hmm, what was that?

Oh, I remember. It's Strann. Was it a German treat? Well, I can't help but tell Lieutenant-Colonel Serena that I can't remember. Next, let's eat a dry sausage called the military rhythm of the Geppels Empire.

"Yeah, that's definitely it."

"Yeah, that would be it. There are people who use alcohol as a snack."

It tastes like a cheap dry sausage sold at a convenience store or something. It's not bad, but it's not enough. The texture is not very meaty either. But there is salt and fat. It tastes like it replenishes salt and calories.

"I prefer the penitentiary kingdom."

Me, too.

Because there is a lot of food, I think I'm tired of eating one whole bottle, and I'll definitely get tired of eating three meals a day, but if you evaluate individual products, the penitentiary kingdom triangulation has better taste and satisfaction.

Well, it seems that the Geppels Empire has not only this military sausage, but also biscuit calorie bars and gel-shaped soups in the pouch, so overall, how about it?

"Do you eat that too?

"... if I had the chance. But to be honest, I think it tastes better than the rhythm of the Penitentiary Kingdom than the rhythm of the Geppels Empire."

"Hmm....?

Lieutenant-Colonel Serena is turning a suspicious gaze, but I'm pretty sure I'm the one who said it all. I will definitely feed Lieutenant-Colonel Serena if this expedition is prolonged.