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

"Huh ..."

The trade colony / Turmean Prime where I am calling is a torus-shaped, or is it easier to say that it is a donut-shaped? It is a donut-shaped colony. The colony is always rotating, and it seems that the centrifugal force generated by it produces pseudo gravity. Because the centrifugal force creates gravity, the outside of the donut ring is the ground.

"Well, this is pretty good."

When you look in a certain direction, you can see that the ground continues endlessly, like an uphill slope. Looking up into the sky, you can see the ceiling made of glass-like material, and the hub in the center of the cosmic or donut-shaped colony visible beyond. At regular intervals there are a number of elevators extending from the ground to the hub, like the spokes of a bicycle tire. Given the presence of a hub at the center of a spoke-like elevator or donut-shaped colony, it may be more correct to describe this colony as a bicycle tire-shaped colony rather than a donut-shaped colony.

"Um, ok"

Having enjoyed the sight of the colony to my heart's content, I decided to start wandering appropriately. People around me saw it strangely, but I couldn't help. Most of what I see is new to me. However, it is not good to give too much mood. The security of this colony is "normal". Applying the place where I originally lived, the security of Japan, to the security standards of this world is "best". When the stranger is allowed to be armed with a laser gun, I know that this colony is secure. Moreover, the section where the stranger can enter is the section called the third section. It does not go to the slums, but it seems that the security is not very good. I don't want to stay too long, but what happened? The guys who looked at me here seemed a bit sloppy-there were some thugs in the body, but it seemed like I stopped watching the laser gun hanging aside and got involved She disappeared into the back alley with a good face. After all, this unsightly laser gun seems to work well.

Newcomer "High, I have a good gun"

When I felt the threat of the laser gun and stroked my chest down, I heard a call from behind. Looking back, she was a silver-haired beauty. Somehow, she is a beautiful woman she has never seen. Eyes and nose are at an unusual level, and the hair is a short bob with very thin pigment and clear silver hair. Although the body is small, the meat is firmly attached and there is not much delicate impression. Most prominent are the sharp ears that protrude sideways from between the silver hairs. Elf? Elves in space? If you think it's a science fiction, you suddenly get a fantasy shit? I don't think there was such a person on Stella Online ...? No, but if you think about it, if you think of it as a staple-like alien in an SF-like world, what is a classic? It's not a fuss. And dress ... what should I say? It looks like a soldier and looks a little rough. Even though it's an elf, she doesn't have much skin exposure, she doesn't wear fluttering clothes, she looks like she has strong pants, plain colors, plain shirts, and a strong jacket. The hip holster seems to be a smaller laser gun than mine.

"What? With Jirodiro about people" "No, I'll be alert if I suddenly call out to strangers. Think with common sense." "If you say so, yes? But I'm not suspicious You see, you know? You're the same mercenary! "

With that, the mercenary-style silver-haired elf stretches out his chest with a doya face. The chest volume ... haha doesn't seem to be boasting. It doesn't seem to be without. Is this world a poor world line with elven breasts? No, it's too fast to judge just by looking at this disappointing space elf.

"Hey, where are you watching?"

A shameful cosmic elf who noticed my gaze turned his grumpy gaze as he hid his thin chest with both hands.

"I'm looking at a poorly bowed, poor breast, but what?" "What? It's not a good rookie."

Sorry, the cosmic elf gazes at me with the eyes set down and smiles ferociously. It seems dangerous to offend yourself. I always have a laser gun.

"But, by the way, did you know that I'm a newcomer? Even with some landmarks?" "First, stop the deliberate wording that makes your teeth float. Goosebumps are likely to appear." "Okay. So?" You can see at a glance that you are a mercenary with a laser gun next to you.

surely. If you look closely, I can't find any residents wearing trousers or jackets that look strangely strong like me or the sorry space elf in front of me. They are all wearing light clothes made of non-thick fabric. Looking again, our appearance is floating around.

"And you would have been strangely nervous or looked at the landscape of the colony. One of the characteristic actions of those who have never left their settlement before." Indeed, I'm sorry that the space elf is smart, "" What are you up to now? "" Nandemo Alimasenyo. And what are those smart senior mercenaries doing? "

I feel like I was skipped for a moment like serious killing. It is dangerous to point out facts to small tits. Let's be careful.

"... Hmmm, good. I'm spare time." "Huh?" "I know that the Star Guards are stinking, but I'm free without any notice. It's likely to be stupid when you leave the colony, so there's nothing interesting in this colony, so there's no time for it, "I'm spare time." I'm not walking, so I thought I'd play with it. "

I don't know. Well, let's use it because he spoke to me from the other side. I can get information. The other side can kill time and leisure. It's a win-win relationship.

"So take me to a place where I can buy food to kill time, my seniors." "Well, what should I do? The food shop here doesn't have any drinks and it's not fun." "Sake or sake ..."

Speaking of which, the container of brew recovered from the pirate ship remains in the ship's cargo. Selling doesn't make much money, and I don't like alcohol ... it's a good use.

"I have one container of brew brewed from the pirates in the cargo of my ship." "Huh? So?" "I'll do it and take me to the grocery store. I'm glad if you answer any questions or give me advice as a senior. "

Sorry, the cosmic elf tilted his neck as if conceived, and nodded after a moment.

"It's good. I'm going to be able to kill my spare time, so if I can drink alcohol, it's not bad. I'll tell you, the common sense of mercenaries. I am this" senpai "!"

Don't underestimate the part of the senpai strangely, this sorry space elf. Well, I don't care because it's nothing like blowing a senior wind. It's a girl who looks good and looks responsive.

"OK, so the deal is closed. Well, I'm sure the deal was done on the terminal. Give me your ID because I registered." "Good. I'll block you if you misuse it."

The small information terminals are taken out from each other to exchange communication IDs. Apparently her name is Elma. Since the IDs have been exchanged, the terminal can now be operated to trade goods from ship to ship.

"Hmm, Hiro. It's not a very simple name." "Relieved. It's a simple name for Elma." "I have one more character."

Why is this child competing with each other? If I admit it for some reason, I will make a grin. Maybe the loneliness of the house is just right. Operate the terminal immediately and carry out the procedure of sending the brewery container in the cargo to the Elma ship. Soon the procedure was approved, and the brewery containers moved to Elma's ship.

"How does this move the goods?" "Don't you know? You can now access the goods transport system in the colony through the connected hangers. "I can exchange supplies."

Apparently in this space age, loading and unloading from ships is all automated. It seems that it is a long-running task for humans to unload and load by their own hands.

"How long has Elma been in mercenary?" "Five years. In this world, five years are treated as a veteran."

Five years of mercenary career means she was a mercenary before the Tesla Online service was launched. In that sense, she certainly is more advanced than me and senior.

"I see, I'm really a senior. I'll ask you for your help." "It's a sudden win, isn't it good to honor the elders?" "Elderly?" "I'm fifty-three. "... Is it young?"

It looks like a girl who is not even 20 years old at all.

"You guys live longer than humans. No matter how long you live, you live only about fifty-five years old. We live at least fifty." I mean, there's something ... I mean, for five years of mercenary career, I started mercenary at the age of forty-eight. What was your life up to then? " Looking into the past is a violation of manners! "

Elma hurriedly told my question, and pointed her at her index finger and rolled it. Apparently it's a topic you don't want to hear. I raised my hands with a great sword curtain to show her anger that she was going to surrender.

"Ok, I don't listen to it. I wasn't interested in hearing it, but it's like saying that it's inconvenient if I'm so panicked." It's good. ''

There seems to be something very inconvenient. Don't touch it violently, as it's difficult to bend your navel too much. Beside Elma, who starts to walk with renewed attention, she will learn what she knows as a mercenary. Sorry, I was a bit nervous about what kind of crazy thing to say because I had the impression of a space elf, but the story itself was really solid.

"When you receive a request, be sure to go through the mercenary guild. Especially if you do not want trouble." "Hey mercenary guild. I need to register." Newcomer "Hah! Please register mercenary first! "" Oh, yes. Sorry. "

The hem of the jacket was grabbed with surprisingly strong power, and he returned on the path he came to while pulling. Apparently there was a mercenary guild office right next to where the elevator leading to Hangar Bay was. Elma is angry and explains how dangerous Mogli mercenaries are. It is said that a mogli mercenary who is not registered in the mercenary guild may be treated like a thief who simply does not have a prize if he is bad. In some cases, they are even denied entry.

"It's hard to know." "Naturally! Wanderers who do not belong to any organization will be alerted if they fly a ship that can cause fatal damage to colonies and stations with a single blow! "Hey, it was safe!" "No, there was a complicated situation of hearing and tears and talking and tears."

I was dragged by Elma and reached the mercenary guild office. I will explain the situation again. Nevertheless, it is a beautiful building one hundred times the size of the mercenary guild's office in my head. Bright lighting on the floor made of unclear glossy material. There are a number of waiting stools with cushions without a backrest, and some counters can be seen behind them. Information boards at each counter hang from the ceiling, and people inside the facility are sparse. Isn't it thriving too much?

"Is it like a government office rather than a mercenary guild's office?" "Similar thing. Look at the reception." "Hey, sister."

I was dragged by Elma and headed for the reception.