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

Count Daleinwald asked us to make a request, and we decided to get ready to do it as soon as possible. Even when it comes to preparation, stockpile food for times of need - that is, buying more food cartridges, buying more medicines for simplified medical pods, procuring energy packs, ammunition for laser guns and laser rifles, inspecting and servicing other weapons, and then loading and installing military combat bots and conversion systems purchased... that's a lot to do.

"So, when that shit's busy, the media says they're gonna sign up for coverage"

"I'm so sorry, brother"

I shook my neck sideways, although Teena apologized as if she was sorry in the cargo compartment where the transport system and loading bots were rushing to unload and load their luggage.

"No, it's not like Teena and Whisker are bad. The trouble has finally converged, and I guess it's time to fulfill my brother-in-law"

The trouble was a real pain in the ass. Whatever I fought on the ship, I said I wasn't good at fighting by birth... and now I'm a swordsman at one end who could slash even the knights of Jeo-Yi and Shio-Yi.

No, but those guys aren't just sword moves, they're futuristic predictions using mysterious powers and all kinds of fighting abilities... and they blow them up with their own dubious powers, strangle them, and release electric shocks. Maybe I can't win. Yeah.

"So I think we need a meeting or something, but how do we get there?

"Uh, I keep your contact address."

I see. I'll be in touch.

I didn't give you any contact details over here, so, well, this would be it. I guess I have a preconceived attitude towards the media. Well, the first impression was the worst of everything.

Retrieve the mobile information terminal and receive the address of the contact from the Whisker tablet to start voice communication quickly.

"Yes, it's Wamud."

It was the voice of a man with a tension in his voice that was heard over his mobile information device.

"It's Captain Hiro. I was contacted by a traveler from Space Dwelg, with the intermediary of Tina and Whisker. He wants to cover my ship, but he wants to know more."

I heard a shitty noise of gatan, ragged, and rusty over my mobile information device and something like a nasty curse. I was in speaker mode, so Teena and Whisker, who heard the sound, are surprised and round their eyes.

"And excuse me! Thanks for contacting us! Looking forward to hearing from you!

Vision a man bowing his head like a pecker and a cometsuki-butter across the comm. He seems to be quite a different person from the people who pushed him to Black Lotus before.

He seems to have moved to a quiet - at least from here I can't hear someone else murmuring, etc. - place and started talking about the coverage in a somewhat calmer way than earlier.

To sum up his story, this time it will take the form of a joint interview with not only Space Dwelg, but also other media outlets. They take the form of companies bringing shooting equipment in front of themselves and proceeding with interviews while exchanging information.

"I see, well, there's a problem, as leaving it to the professionals regarding how to proceed with the interview"

'Is that a problem?

"Oh, from now on, we're a sara aristocrat - no, can I reveal my family name? It will move at the request of Count Daleinwald's house"

"Uh..."

I can hear Mr. Wamud's unspeakable voice from across the comms. When it comes to interviewing mercenaries who work in a noble relationship, they must talk to the nobleman as well as the media. Naturally, it's not me that goes through that story, it's that job over there.

Regardless, I don't go completely knowledgeable even with me, so I'll be face-to-face, but the exact negotiation is that job over there. I don't have any pressing circumstances that I really need to be interviewed. At the time of the purchase of Black Lotus, I had an obligation to Space Dwelg, but I am not obliged to do so.

The content of the contract also says that you can refuse to interview me if it would interfere with my work. I mean, if my client refuses the media, that would be a good reason to refuse the interview.

"I don't mind being interviewed. But it's a different story whether or not my client is going to take it for granted. That negotiation will naturally be yours."

"Well, if you can manage to help me there..."

"I can't easily divulge the contents of the request, although I have a facial connection. You must have a head count, and work hard with me. I'll talk to my client now and ask him if he can make an appointment."

"Ugh... please"

"Yeah, I'll do whatever I can."

You even had acute stomach pain, say so to Mr. Wamud, who is going to plead with a dying voice, cut the communication, and immediately communicate to Chris.

'Yes, it's Christina. Master Hiro, what's wrong?

"Oh, I'm sorry for the rush."

I don't know what kind of interaction there was between Mr. Wamd and the Count Daleinwald family, but it seems that Mr. Wamd and the others managed to obtain permission for the interview from the Count Daleinwald family.

"I think I got a lot of conditions."

"Looks like they told me to cover Christina as well as your brothers at the same time"

"Is it Chris's?

Mimi tilted her neck with the spoon in her hand as she carried her usual breakfast - the one like a yellow sweet porridge - into her mouth.

"Maybe we're trying to make Chris famous and prestigious by letting the media cover how the next principals Chris will command planetary development in a splendid way? Be sure to use Hiro, who is a young but still a burly and practical winner of the Gold Star and a platinum ranker - and Chris will be seen at a glance in aristocratic society."

"I see."

I listen to Elma's commentary and nod as Mimi was convinced. I snort inside too. I'm curious to see how that single-minded, direct-loving grandfather negotiated with all of you on the media side, starting with Mr. Wamud, but I guess he's still a biological nobleman around firmly drawing on his - or Chris' - terms.

"Arrange supplies. How's it going? In the meantime, the introduction of military combat bots is likely to come with a piece today."

"This one's going to come with a piece by the end of the day. Materials from crystalline life forms that have been purchased have also been sold at high prices."

"That guy is superimposed. Take a look at the products you take to the Cormatt system."

"Okay."

Mimi says that and smiles. It might be a good idea to let Mimi gain practical experience with the deal and leave it to Mimi to run the transport sometime. No, but when you do, you won't be able to stay with me. That's no good. Yeah. Let's think of some other way.

"Something's happening to my brother."

"You're thinking something weird."

"Rude. I was just thinking about the future."

That said, I stuck a fork in a special Morning Steak (something like that) from the high-performance cooker Tetsujin Fifth and carried it to my mouth. Um, Chef Tetsujin's arm is still great today. I don't really think this is synthesized from algae and ochiami plated organisms and spices.

"We need to lay aside for now about our future prospects and get rid of what's in front of us. I think it will be working on the ship all day today, but without any accidents. Have a safe day today."

Yoshi without making a mistake or checking too much! You can't do that. Well, basically, I give instructions to the machine and leave it to the machine, but the logistical relationship in this world. Occasionally when it's an ill-equipped station or an early planet of development, it seems to use something like a working power armor or an old-fashioned forklift to load and unload loads.

"Seya. We need to be careful about the accident."

"It's very convincing, says Teena, who's experienced in firing human shells."

"Right, brother"

Eating a direct hit from a human shell. When I said that, Whiska, who had experience of being thrown as a shell, agreed with my sister Teena as she sent her jitsu eyes.

"No more... your brother and Wee will have patience on that matter. I'm reflecting."

"Really...?

"Really, he said he saw these pure eyes of ours."

Watching the Dwarf sisters smile, I decided to take breakfast seriously. The last few days have been peaceful, but I want you to go at this rate.

Quiet before the storm, what a word I felt passed the back of my brain, but I'm sure it was my fault. Ha.