"Stop it, Taylor. Absolutely not. I don't need your permission."
Marl, who opens his hands and inhibits Taro's advance. The face is serious in itself and sadly distorted. At his feet Xiaomei was shaking loosely, and there were only three of them there.
"Mar...... please. You know this is the best part, right?
To the mare in front of me, Taro grins with a troubled face. By contrast, Marl shakes his cover and denies it.
"No, you can't. If you do this any more, you don't know what you're gonna lose?
You look stubborn, Marl, and I'm sure you'll turn your gaze. Taro answers, "I know," as he takes her gaze straight.
"I don't understand!! You don't know what it is to be overwritten, do you? Maybe, maybe..."
Overflowing tears tell Marl's cheek.
"Maybe they'll forget about us too!! Memories with everyone and everyone!!
Marl's screams echo in a large room where only a giant device is placed. Low engine whimpers and slight wind noises heard from ventilators.
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Keep your eyes peeled at Marl and keep your mouth shut, Taro. He opens his mouth slowly after doing so for a while.
"I didn't say it, but I've done it before... you have to apologize. Sorry."
Taro bows his head deeply when he says that. To Taro like that, "I know you," Marr said. Surprised Taro looks up all the time.
"Something that I've been suddenly familiar with civilian military and station governing mechanisms. I realize... I guess it's not a lie to say you're studying, but that was just too unnatural. Or are you gonna tell me you're a genius?
Like angry, or obstinate. Marl looks to Taro with an indescribably intricate look. Taro would inadvertently say the words of apology, but he scratched his lips and felt better.
"I'm sorry about what I did on my own in silence. I don't apologize for doing the override."
Seriously eyed Taro wondering if it would convey a firm will. Marr takes it in silence and stares at Taro.
"I did that because I needed it. I don't want to make it easier, I want to make money... I think I need more credentials and readiness than to carry someone's life, not mine. I usually have to do what Ella does when she's so flustered."
Taro raises his gaze and sees the giant device that soars behind Marl.
"I didn't know anything about the Empire back then, all I could do was move a battleship... but that doesn't work. Something failed, and then it's too late to act. 'Cause the dead won't be able to live back, will they? Even the first time I used it... Oh, isn't it the first time? Even when Wynd attacked me. I happen to have done well then, but in some cases I may not have made it"
Lower your gaze again, Taro staring at Marr with red eyes.
"Same thing this time."
As Taro slowly steps out of his feet, he passes beside the marl, which remains bent.
118,934. This alarming number of victims born in the war against Enzio will undoubtedly continue to increase in the future.
There was something I could do, but I didn't.
What Taro feared most was that.
He wasn't going to be arrogant, and after looking at himself objectively, he thought he was supposed to be doing well. You probably think so around you, and it's actually accompanied by consequences. Fact is, the most effective of the EAPs was that of his fleet and Bella. Attacks with food aid should have definitely hit the target, and warnings against total force battles have contributed less to the EAP. Even if the worst results were awaited, I'm sure not many would condemn themselves.
But even if it seemed like an analogy, Taro still thought he should think this. "If I had used that device, I would have managed more. Didn't we further reduce the number of victims". No one may blame you, except yourself.
"While I'm at it, it's a loss."
And maybe there's some other way to do this, even without using this disastrous device. A little, there might be something more effective. It doesn't mean I have the best brains in the galaxy, but someone might find something better.
But could that be a reason not to use overrides?
When I smile bitterly, Taro slowly lowers his back to the seat. Will this be the fourth time?
"... then I'll do it!! You've done it many times, and I 'll--"
"That will be difficult, Miss Marr"
Xiao Mei brightens the lamp so as to block Mar's words.
"I don't know why, but this device is optimized for Mr. Taylor's brain. It's not impossible to override Miss Marr, but it's extremely dangerous."
To the words of Xiao Mei, Mar to silence again.
"... yes... yes!! You, the only information I know about Fifty Materials is not in this device!!
It's supposed to be a negative idea if you think calmly, Marr, as if you had come up with something good.
"By the way, I do. Probably... right, Xiao Mei"
Towards a sphere rolling on the ground, Taro asks.
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Xiao Mei, who says nothing and is shaking every bit.
"Most of the information about the Imperial Army cadet school is not available to the public. I checked with Alan and Mr. Phantom, so I'm pretty sure. So is some knowledge of HAD or something... but it's in here."
Taro, who directs his own head and beats him with his fingers. Likewise, slap the railings on the seat.
"I don't know why. But there's always information in there that you want. It gives us all the information, but it takes memory as a price. It's like a demon deal."
Taro closes his eyes and arrives at the same shape of a frozen sleep device. Xiaomei did not answer Taro's question, but she was silently stretching the cable to the device.
"Miss Marr. May I?
Xiao Mei circles around and turns back towards Mar. Marl looked like he'd been leaning over for a while and thinking about it, but eventually he looked up with a look like he was determined to do something. She walks over to Taro and holds Taro's hand.
"... you can take it personally now... yeah, that's right. Instead, if this idiot forgets a little bit about me, I'll snap him till I remember him every time."
That's what I'm saying, Marl, and I'm going to show you a strong smile with tears. Taro shook her hand back hard, "It's okay," he also showed this one strong. Taro thanked him for being able to make a smile before falling asleep.
Lorenzo, one of the Supreme Commanders of the Enzio Allied Government Army, was unable to float despite a number of newly added medals.
"A total loss of about 10% … a critical situation."
His terminal depicted a graph curve that began descending rapidly from a certain point, which also continued to indicate descent in the position indicated at the moment.
"Companies mainly in tertiary industries are starting to pull up their fleets... the impact seems greater than I thought. This is more of an impact than a loss from a match."
An old man sitting across from Lorenzo echoes a squeaky voice in a small room. Lorenzo put the terminal back on the table and put up with a sigh that almost leaked.
"The service industry doesn't need resources. This is it as soon as the restraint is loose. We're going to lose 10% of our power without fighting... that's not very funny."
Lorenzo, a muscled soldier, wiped his old wounded face with his hands. He was standing in a predicament and couldn't stop sweating disgustingly.
Lorenzo was born in the territory of the Romano Alliance, one of the three alliances that now make up the government of the Enzio Alliance. His father was the president of Romano Corp, the head of the Alliance, and he was expected to live his way as a soldier from before his birth.
And he was actually right, and he was happy with it. My father was a rooted villain, but he was kind to my family.
At least not until he's executed by him, his son.
"It will continue to grow. The government has taken various measures, but it will not be able to resolve them. Non actually checked, but that plant is abnormal. There's nothing I can do."
The old man takes the glass and stirs up a red liquid with alcohol. To the figure of that old man, aged 100, Lorenzo remembered stories of vampires passed down from time immemorial.
(In fact, is it like a vampire)
The old man sitting in front of him is the de facto ruler in the Enzio alliance.
He had no position in the alliance, and few people, even ordinary citizens and government officials, knew about him. All he had was money and, and knowledge, which was enough to control the Allied government. Nobody knew who he was, but that didn't matter. He himself and his allied government must be using each other. And they both suck up the living blood of the inhabitants in the form of taxes.
"Looks like those plants also have heads in the government. The food resources we were managing and releasing appear to be oppressing the warehouse with massive inventories. We can't release more mass now, so we're going to have to dispose of it."
With mass releases and such in this state, the inhabitants will no doubt attack the government with intense distrust. I'm sure they scream like this. "How come the government didn't let it out long ago when that's all there is?
"I guess so. You sure you did this, did you say Taylor from Rising Sun? I'm an irregular being... can't I turn it off?
Old man looking up and staring at Lorenzo.
"I've tried many times already, but it will be difficult"
"Why?
The Phantom hit his perimeter guard.
"Phantom? Phantom............... No way, no jokes!!
An old man who opens his eyes to surprise. Lorenzo finds it a little pleasant that this old man has some surprises, too.
"No, it's true. I don't know what happened, but it looks like he decided to take action."
"Why now?
"I don't know. Everyone connected to him has a strong mouth."
An old man who receives Lorenzo's answer and shrugs with his voice. Lorenzo stares at the old man with a pitiful eye wondering if he still spares his own life after a hundred.
"... well. More than that, keep an eye out for facility attacks again. It's not a good idea to intervene in the empire at this stage."
"Yes, I know. The first-level facility and the many human stations with imperial citizenship are removed from the target of the attack. There may be some people involved, but that won't help. Neither does the Empire care about casualties in outer space."
Attacks on first-level facilities and imperial subjects. This is a prohibited practice without exception, whether it is outer space or not. There is a relentless punishment awaited by the Imperial Army if broken, but in fact there are many delicate cases about the subjects. Until the suicide applicant is bothered to take care of himself in outer space full of danger, he can't even look at it as if it were an empire.
Tier 1 facilities are the main route connecting the outer space to the empire. That is, Stargate and only about the station that is the economic center, but it does not exist here in the outer space. In central terms, by contrast, 80% of them are earmarked for tier 1 facilities. The remaining 20% will be individually owned facilities.
"Just in case, be tough again. It's not like some incompetent person can run wild. The other stations..."
An old man who distorts his spicy face and creates a grin.
"I don't mind thoroughly destroying it. Make victory the supreme proposition."