"Something's wrong...... something's wrong. What are you gonna do this time?
The Enzio Alliance A fleet is a flagship, the bridge of Inferno. Lorenzo lifted his eyes from the terminal in his hand, lightly suppressing his tired eyes with his fingers. There were a number of destroyed EAP ships floating around the ship, occasionally emitting flames and flashes.
"Today's operational actions have been successful at a good level, saying almost everything. From birth to the present, EAP has never fought in such a terrible damage ratio. Isn't that quite right?"
Lorenzo's staff calmly sets off.
"I know. That's for sure...... but is that really all?
Lorenzo blurts like one, rather than answering the staff officer. As the staff officer put it, all the battles here these days have ended with wins on the Enzio side, and there certainly seemed to be no doubt that the EAP side would be in a predicament.
The time when protection was advantageous passed a long time ago.
Whereas the defensive side needs to be positioned in such a way that enemies can come from wherever they want, the attacking side can project all their power wherever they want. Aside from the story if it is also a space fortress, fighting is advantageous to the attacking side. Attack is the biggest defense, not a word worn in any way.
The EAPs were clearly in a disadvantaged situation and, in common sense, they were the ones who needed to go on an aggressive offense. But they were in defense everywhere, and from Lorenzo it just seemed as if they weren't willing to win. We can contain some damage if we put it in protection, but we can't even reverse the war situation instead.
"The only thing you get from turning to the Guardian is buying time at best... What's EAP waiting for?
"Reinforcements...... is it?
"Reinforcements? Really. Where do you call from? It's a hard time just moving around with a collapse of neural nets. At least, the empire should never move... because that's what he said."
Lorenzo, who denies the opinion of his staff and holds his hands wide open. The blind old man who told me he knew everything, at least he never lied. I don't trust you, but I do.
"If we keep going, the Alpha system won't be around for long. Destroy Stargate and stop circulation. The EAP collapses, but it has no impact on us in the domestic demand-type economy. And after that... damn, it should be easy."
To tell someone, Lorenzo. Already about half way to the Alpha system, the fleet had enough power.
While some general companies seemed to have begun to join the battle saying the EAP was retaliation for the destroyed station, that's not far enough for the number of ships to be lost either. Bombings by the stealth fleet are cutting off the opponent's productivity and generating massive numbers of evacuees from the surrounding space. Many companies left the land and the disintegration of the EAP seemed close already.
But still, it's like being strangled with cotton. Vague anxiety, fuelling a sense of crisis.
"I'm winning... I'm supposed to be winning!!
Lorenzo exclaimed that he wouldn't let that kind of anxiety blow away, but unfortunately that wasn't going to work.
Dim response intervals, illuminated by indirect lighting. There were two men across the table, each with a pleasant look on his inside and back.
"I see... so can you please go home? We might have lost some rank by the time we got to the base."
A man in luxurious clothes emits to the other in military uniform. The man was the president of the company that made up the Fifty Materials, and the Alpha Aspect Zero Domain was the jurisdiction of his company.
"You're not calm. Besides, do I look like a man frightened by threats?
Dean in military uniform raises an eyebrow and returns it like that.
"Ha, what do you think? I'm not interested, and it doesn't matter. There's nothing you can do."
"Hmm. What makes you think that?
"This is it. I'm not saying you don't know Marshal Cornelius. Dean" Colonel ""
When the man says so emphasizing the colonel's part, he leans against the couch in a transverse manner. Dean got pretty upset about that attitude, but decided to ignore it as nothing to worry about. These kinds of arrangements are everywhere.
"Yeah, of course I know. Conflict with my faction and the breath of His Excellency in the Fifty Materials. But that's why it's a consultation."
"No, I don't have anything to discuss. We'd rather be Colonel..."
"Synthesis of carbon fibres by the Aaron Mash method"
Dean emits, like blocking a man's words. When a man opens his eyes just because he can't believe it, he starts to shudder his mouth in a mess.
"Look, listen to me, incompetent. I know how to refine Razor Metal and I can tear it apart all over the galaxy depending on my mood. But I told you, Colonel, didn't you think that's why you came all the way through here?
".................. Bullshit, stupid!! Try that, the Empire will lean!!
"Don't shout. Even a deaf voice would sound extra... As I said earlier, that's why it's" consultation ". I don't want to sprinkle chaos all over the galaxy either, and so does Marshal Reinhardt."
Cold-eyed Dean against the man who rode out of his desk. The man in front of him was no longer a negotiator or anything, but turned out to be just a man who handled boring affairs.
"I'm not even going to tell you to welcome us in as a grand 51st, etc. I don't think you'll tolerate it, and it's not like you want to do it until you break up the army. All right, listen up."
When Dean says so, he puts his legs on the desk somewhere and looks down at the man with his lower eyes. It seemed like something that would piss me off if it were normal, but the guy didn't say anything just to be deceptive.
"If it were meant to be -"
Watching a man say nothing, Dean continues.
"I've been able to tell you this since I created a situation that I have to admit as number 51. Think well of the fact that you took this consultation without doing it, with your missing brain."
"Now I owe you a chara. Is that what you want me to think?
A man who opens the suitcase he receives and checks its contents.
"Hehe, of course. I don't even know what you're talking about."
From the gap in the hood, Phantom brings a grin with inclusions. "Ask for all of this," he says, pointing his chin at the massive suitcase placed at his feet.
"It's all a joke... it's not. You don't have to be kidding me... Okay, I'll take care of it. I'll carry him and the information responsibly."
When the man says so, he shows his thumbs up with a somewhat drawn grin. Seeing that, Phantom nods when satisfied.
"I'm sure you haven't lost your arm as a haulier."
Phantom with arms and small neck. The man goes on to say "dude" to it.
"Who do you think I am? I didn't do your request twice or three times, did I? Husband, is there any interesting information? This is all we're gonna do, so you're gonna launch the fireworks, right?
A man with a nimble, friendly grin. Phantom tries to ignore it and leave the scene, but he decides to stay with the EAP's human resources in mind. If they don't have a collaborator, they have to take care of that.
"This is solitary...... I wonder if economic activity in the Naples universe was going to swell a few times soon. You might make money collecting the usual cash and buying the right to run a nearby station. If you're selling it publicly, Stargate has a good right to operate it."
A small voice, faintly grunting Phantom.
"What are we going to do with buying rural rights like that? You can buy it cheap... No, I got it. I believe you. I'm gonna pay you back, but I'm gonna borrow it again."
When the man says so, I guess he'll just go into staging. Instead of BISHOP, I started contacting someone in an old-fashioned way using a mobile device.
"Hey...... hey, am I even dreaming?
A salvager man speaks to his partner in a working ship he's used to using. The gaze remained pointed at the window and the manoeuvring hand was completely stopped.
"I don't know. It's always about you just falling asleep. I can't even tell you it's not... but if you're talking about the big, fat fortress in front of you, it's not a dream or anything."
Located on the outskirts of the Enzio Alliance, the Neapolitan system. Due to a region of little strategic or economic value, it was usually a place where transporters carrying daily necessities and small battleships for counter-winds came into operation from time to time. Recently, I've had signs of a neural net collapse, and few people are leaning in. It could be described as a complete ghost system.
A suddenly huge space fortress had appeared on such a forgotten land.
"How did you get here... What the hell is that?"
Guys staring even beyond the window with a flashing look.
"Do I know... yes, we have to contact the government, right?
"Why us? The station's management committee will do it...... hey, wait. What?"
The lights on the comms light up, indicating that the comms are coming in from somewhere. But there were no ships nearby, and the origin seemed unmistakable in the fortress in front of us.
"What the..."
The man was unsure what to do, but eventually decided to take it. Because the abnormality of what was happening was too great, it was unlikely that I could resist curiosity.
And then a bright woman's voice pours out of the turned on comms machine.
"Opened today, Razor Metal Bringing Refining Plant. Safe, safe and cheap processing on the spot if you bring in L titanium. It's stone when you bring it in, but ingot when you leave. Please note that this service will only be delivered to companies belonging to the Enzio Alliance"
To the voice from the comms machine, the two face each other with surprise.
But what surprised the men the most was the words that followed.
"Offering will be sent to you by the Imperial Army Development Administration"