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

The days of tranquillity - or boredom, to say the least - followed the end of the drown-out operation in Cormat IV. Due to the destruction of Ajito, the activities of the space bandits were lurking, and the analysis of the data obtained in Cormat IV was completed, and the twisted people who were operating in Cormat IV and Cormat III were forced to stop. In other words, all threats were removed and immigration work proceeded solemnly.

"This led to peace in the Cormat system, which was the first step in the development of the Earl of Darainwald's young masters."

"What is that?"

"Autobiography? Allen recommended it. Mercenary autobiography is entertainment fiction, and there's a lot of demand."

"Ah, I see you sometimes. It's obviously a big story. It's just a lie."

"... in Hiro-sama's case, it seems like it's going to flourish even if you write it honestly."

That's it.

At the time when I was on the main ship and I landed on a terraforming planet and used a sword instead of a gun to cut myself, I said, "Lie to me! I'm sure that's what they think. Normally, it is the common sense of the Graccan Empire that a sword cannot be used properly unless it is noble.

Of course, even if you're not a nobleman, you can shake your sword, and the sharpness doesn't change. However, it is usually impossible to prevent laser weapons from being fired with a sword and even bounce them back to deal damage without a nobleman who can spend enormous sums of money to strengthen his physical abilities. I can do it.

"I don't even get in trouble often...."

"Everyday routine should be good. You're going to get in some kind of trouble at the level of the curse."

"Ahahah... well, I'm at work for that."

I'm sure there 'll be some kind of reward in the end. There are excellent crew members like Mimi and Elma, you simply get a lot of money, the mother ship has excellent mechanic sisters, you get a big medal, you get advanced citizenship and gate access. In a way, I'm a thump, but as a party, I can't get tired.

"As far as I'm concerned, I want a high shot.

Krishna's cockpit. Zia, a formal how-to entertainment player who was sitting on a sub-seat at the rear and playing with a tablet terminal, raised a slightly dissatisfied voice. I don't care if they say so.

"The activity of space bandits is on the decline, and I don't think it's going to be that high in the future."

"Without Ajito, we can't sell loot even if we attack cargo ships and passenger ships. The space bandits who are working in the Cormat system now may have been suffocated, or they may be thinking of taking a little loot before moving their work to another system."

"Yeah? What do you mean?

Zia is interested in Elma's commentary. Oh, I see. You don't really understand the life tiles of the Space Bandits.

"The black market is the most important thing for Space Bandits. They're attacking merchant ships and ships, gaining loot and slaves, taking them back to Asia, selling loot and slaves and living there."

"Even if you say it will sell well, it doesn't seem to be energy, but it seems to be bartering with rare metals that are highly exchangeable for cash, household goods, hobbies, etc. This is how the so-called Dark Merchants buy loot accumulated in Asia and sell it in the front world."

"Raiding and destroying Ajitos will destroy not only the Ajitos-based Space Bandits, but also the Dark Merchants, so we can take damage to the surrounding Space Bandits and Dark Merchants around the system."

"I see. But as far as I can tell, the root of all evil is the Dark Merchant. Of course it's important to beat up the Space Bandits, but basically it's better to pick up the Dark Merchant and turn around.

Zia's questions are particularly important. It is certainly more efficient to prune the roots than the ends.

"How many pedestrians in and out of space do you think there are merchant ships? Sesame seemed to be doing business from large companies to small and medium-sized companies and just one ship. I don't even know if it's all coming out. You think you can check for leftovers from a space bandit?

"... that would be difficult."

"Besides, how many stores deal in suspicious products from any colony? Some of the small colonies and stations on the perimeter seem to keep their veins alive at the merchant's behest. And some of them seem to be dealing not only with colonies and stations, but also with settlements on the planet."

"It's hard to handle information....."

She scratches the hyena that sparkles like a fire when she hears about us.

Somehow, the presence of peddlers is indispensable for the operation of colonies and stations. Because there are very few colonies and places in the station that are fully self-sufficient. Any colony or station grows in size and trades with other colonies or stations to get the supplies residents need. Naturally, it is not possible to choose a trading partner. If even a suspicious opponent can unload what they need at the right price, the colony operation will not be able to stand still for some reason.

"You don't have enough mercenaries in your hands to deal with social problems like this."

"Depending on what you think, it's because of those problems that we have a place to be."

Elma shrugs her shoulders like that. If the Space Bandits are gone, we mercenaries will feed on you. Well, if the Space Bandit really disappears, we'll have to do the Space Monster Hunter or the mercenary business in a real sense. In other words, spear work on the battlefield, which is the scene of inter-state conflict. It's not a spear, it's a spaceship and a laser cannon.

"Ah, stop talking about consciousness. Let's talk more unconscious."

"unconscious stories"

"Current compensation calculations."

"Is that unconscious?

Elma sees it with her own eyes, but ignores it. At least it's a much more immediate and unconscious story than discussing the social problems that arise between Space Bandits and Space Bandits.

"Um, 300,000 enels a day, and if something else happens, at least a million responses. In the twentieth day, they're going to be employed for at least thirty days, so nine million is hard."

"One million energies is positive, because we've been driven away by a ground attack in Cormatt III."

"What will happen to the control of the descent of Cormat IV? Considering the risk of Hiro, I'd like to blow 300."

"If it passes, 13 million energies at 900 + 400. Oh, the raid on Asia will be tough, so it's 14 million Enel. If you put in other Space Bandit prizes and destruction rewards... about 5.5 million Enel. The proceeds from the sale of the ship repaired and sold totals approximately 7 million Enel. I don't know how much the prize money and profit from the sale of the ship will increase in the next ten days, but it will slow down."

"Together, it's roughly 26.5 million energies. I really just made a rough account of the bowl, so I think there is an error."

"If I put enough money in there for the next ten days or profits from the sale of the ship, I wonder if it would exceed 30 million. I can't expect the winnings to grow because there are so few Space Bandits."

"Thirty million energies in a month... a huge earner of understandable space. What do you make so much money for?

I answer Zia's questions with my chest full.

"My goal is to build a luxurious single-family home in a settlement on the planet and live in peace and luxury!

"It's a magnificent dream... but"

"But?"

"That's enough money to get us there. You have senior citizenship, don't you?

Zia said that and leaned her neck. No, that's not true. Billions of Enel to build a house on a dwelling planet... huh? What? You need a lot of money to buy a senior citizenship, and if you have it, if you have the land cost and the building cost...?

"... can you do it?

I think I can do it.

Maybe you can.

Elma and Mimi nodded to my question.

What? Someday I was in a position to achieve my goals...? Wow, am I too late to realize...?