"E35, E52 shot down. E17 silence. The information sent seems correct, the amount of jamming to communications has decreased."
The inorganic voice of Xiao Mei sounds "OK" Taro posing as Gatsu.
"What is the expected time to receive the enemy?
"Uh... roughly a minute. Taylor, what's this all about?
Marl pointing to the monitor and pointing to the wreckage of several winds just destroyed. Taro returns "hehe, have you seen" to Marr like that.
"Even live ammunition weapons can still be used. Unlike a beam, it doesn't have a rock shield, so it's armored in one shot."
Taro stretches his chest good at it. And Marl keeps saying, "Not like that."
"That warhead, it's a guiding weapon. You're making complicated moves against your opponent's beam, so you know that. But how? What, did you pack a set of sensors in the warhead?
"No, that's exactly what I can't do in size...... oh no, actually, that's what torpedoes do. It's a tough story, Marl."
"No, you do. How much do you want for one shot..."
"Aha, ahahaha..."
To the intense pressure exerted by Marl, Taro emits a dry laugh. Marl sounded his nose like, "So?" Continue.
"If you're shooting a rail gun right now, what the hell kind of trick did you do?
"Mm-hmm. I didn't do anything that complicated. I put a tiny shield generator on the rail gun warhead, and I was able to operate it directly with BISHOP."
"... ha!?
Marl stares at Taro with an approximate look of ladies.
"Hey, wait a minute. There you go. You mean you're in real time control of everything we're firing right now?
Taro replies softly to Marl's words, "Ouch." When I glance at the side, even Xiaomei looks at this one with a surprised face.
"Mr. Taylor. You are now… E44 shot down… Xiaomei understands that you are now also in charge of lock-on control. In fact, you keep locking 17, simultaneously, targets moving around at high speeds."
"Right. Oh, but I dropped one now, so it's 16, right?
"That's rude, Mr. Taylor. What's more important than that?
To Xiao Mei's puzzling look, "What?" and Taro.
"What is it, Taylor? Normally, if I did that, I wouldn't be surprised if my brain burned out. How much of an arithmetic do you think you're doing?
"No, even if they say so... nothing normal, huh? Oh, but talking makes me a little busy."
"... frightened. But now you may know what your gift is."
To Marl's utterance, "Seriously!?" and Taro turning to consciousness. At that moment, all four lock-ons come off, and I rush to concentrate on the work. Marl opens between "maybe," while controlling the beam turret himself.
"It's multitasking (parallel processing) on a joke level, to see from the situation. Everyone has the ability, but in your case, that number seems to be" different digits ". Honestly, it would be incredible if you hadn't shown it in front of me."
Marl looking into Taro's eyes. Taro has a decent face and looks back at Marr.
"Uh, what's that? You can grow big and small, right?
"... that's an expression of sayings. I wish I'd died a while ago."
"What do you mean it's been a while!? That's what I thought!
"Does questioning that mean you were unconscious, Mr. Taylor? Let me explain in more detail..."
"Stop!! Don't say any more!?
Taro manipulates BISHOP looking for a new lock-on destination, even though he is somewhat shocked by the two words. Apart from that, among the myriad groups of functions unfolded in his head, he discovers a number close to zero that counts down in milliseconds.
- "Orbital correction. Hey, right." -
Taro's improved orbital modification function, "Move a little to the right," communicates orders to warheads flying at high speeds, shifting their path somewhat to the right. Wind's unleashed debris incineration beams fall right to the left of the warhead, but further beams are unleashed one after the other.
- "Avoidance Exercise Puffy Avoidance" -
Taro to link the orbital modification program named "Puffy Evasion Function" to the target function group block. Simultaneously launching a shield generator stacked on the warhead, he begins to manipulate a number of finely deployed movement control functions as if playing a shooting game. Six warheads currently flying towards the enemy, all of them.
(I don't like the so-called barrage system.)
Myself operating under a clear consciousness and herself in a semi-awakened state. A world of blurred consciousness in two worlds: reality and BISHOP. Namely Taro in the BISHOP world keeps processing huge amounts of "problem functions" flying from far away from one end.
To the problem function, the flying of the beam. Unlock on. proximity to the purpose of the warhead. It contained all kinds of information communicated from the ship, such as abnormalities in the hull. They can literally be described as the flow of all information, from what needs to be addressed to what should be ignored.
(Or a block breakdown, rather than shooting)
Clearing up the last one of the relatively imminent problem functions, Phew, breathing Taro. Warhead control uses quite a bit of nerve, so after cleaning up the enemy with the jammer, we decided to move on to a modest attack. The battle does not know how long it will last, and warheads, which are obsolete weapons, have no prospect of replenishment. The beam doesn't have a limit on the amount of fire either, but it's about two digits different from that of live ammunition.
"Unlike the beam, there's a limited number of bullets... Xiaomei, I think it's time to connect to the comms, how about that?
"Wait a minute," Xiaomei said to Taro's voice. When Taro uses his free time to tamper with the monitor, he zooms up the weapon he is fighting at the station.
"Whoa, what is this!! Robo? Mobile Sue...... is that a little crazy for you? Hey, Alan, we're fighting at the station. You know what that is?
"" This is Stardust. What, HumanoidAssaultDrone? HAD. Don't you know that? ""
"You mean Hud? It's so cool. Is that expensive?
"" Mm-hmm. What am I supposed to answer by standard? That's expensive compared to other drones, but not frigates or some kind of spaceship. I choose the pilot, and you're not hired by the military. A civilian weapon. ""
Taro snorts "yeah" at Alan's answer. Since the knowledge overridden by his brain was only in the military's educational curriculum, it was natural not to know if it was knowledge only used in the civilian population, as Alan put it.
"Choosing a pilot means you need something special?
"" Mm-hmm. Right. I don't even go with gifts, but reflective self-projection functions. It's a power to replace the consciousness that moves your body with a function of BISHOP, but you need some talent to build it. ""
"You mean you can move that robot with the feeling of moving your body... um, hey, I guess there are advantages to colors, but how much anything is at stake?
"" Right. The biggest drawback would be that people need to ride. Army drones are better in every way except for the speed of reaction...... oh no. Since it can be maneuvered directly by BISHOP, is it not necessary to specialize like an unmanned weapon? It might not even be universal. ""
"I see. The Imperial Army has hundreds of small carriers, so do you feel like you don't need them in the first place? I wish I could fly a specialized drone or ship like that for communications, jamming."
"" That's the thing, Admiral. In the first place, the empire is based on an overwhelming strategy of crushing. By the way, if you're thinking about loading on our ship, that might not be a bad idea. Eight planes or so in space, it's fuel efficient, but it can also be used for servicing or something. ""
"Ho ho, that's right, Robo's on our ship... heh, that's not bad"
To Alan's voice, Taro inflates his imagination about HAD. When a lot of my consciousness was about to flow that way, a little plum sounded in the control room.
"Mr. Taylor, the wayne that was using connection jamming has been swept away. It seems possible to communicate with the local area."
Taro nods back silently to Xiaomei, zooming up the humanoid weapon shown on the monitor. I guess thick armor is formed over the various mechanisms. I can't say it's very slim, but it's in the shape of a mighty man that makes you feel powerful. Taro wished he could steer that one himself, but at the same time, he is convinced that if he made such a drastic move, he would be glocky in less than five minutes of the thing.
- "Emergency Line DRN-001" -
Taro immediately opens the line when he confirms the communication display from a distance displayed on the BISHOP. When I was given a soothing breath by a voice that seemed to be the manipulator of HAD delivered to my ear, I decided to try to behave brightly.
I don't know why, but that would be best, he thought.