"What do you mean, Mr. Reinhardt!! Isn't this a betrayal against the Empire!!
The first voice immediately after the start in the Interim Conference of the Imperial Army. The conference hall was filled with heavy-duty towns of the Empire, which were virtually central in the Galactic Empire. There is only one person who can overturn what has been decided here. Beyond the laying behind the venue exists only His Majesty the Emperor.
"Oh, no, you have no idea why you're being accused, Mr. Cornelius. Why don't you calm down a little?"
Reinhardt, one of the marshals present only five within the Empire, returns it with a face that doesn't eat anything. Cornelius, by contrast, absurds his voice in anger dew.
"You... okay? As you know, the Razor Metal Market is part of the backbone of the Empire. What can I say without calling it treachery, such as putting my hands on it!!
Anger echoing in the conference room. While Reinhardt wonders "what are you talking about by putting yourself on the shelf," he keeps it out of his mouth. Breaking open secrets can only be detrimental, even if that was a fact that everyone knew. Especially in these official settings.
"Of course I know, Marshal Cornelius. So aren't we limiting the delivery of refined goods only to the inside of the military? There should be little impact on the civilian market… indeed, there will be a considerable amount of consumption within the military alone. But given the size of the 50 Materials company, it shouldn't hurt a lot, should it?
Reinhardt, who is a predecessor and nearly twenty opponents above, but is not in a hurry, is not drunk, and makes polite remarks. He continues, "On the contrary -".
"Can we assume that the Empire has finally been freed from the scratch of the Fifty Materials? Even with all the restrictions, you can have your own refinery. That profit is immeasurable. That should lead to an improvement in the relative position of the imperial government, don't you think?
Reinhardt looking around, deliberately smiling and showing. Quite a few people in the conference hall show a satisfactory nod of consent, and he takes a sigh of relief. What didn't snort was mostly Cornelius humans. It's a natural flow because we talked through it beforehand, but it doesn't necessarily mean something unexpected doesn't happen in production.
"Hmm...... dare. Right...... dare you, there shouldn't be a policy or anything that imposes a burden on only a certain company called 50 Materials. As everyone knows, they have shown a submissive attitude to the military over the last 1,000 years. If you are purposefully imitating that belief, your distrust will spread to your subordinate company."
With a toned voice more than earlier, Cornelius. In contrast, "the other way around," Reinhardt said.
"When and where did we begin to govern with trust from companies? There's nothing like that. The Imperial Army and the government govern them by using their force. Fifty Materials, which was out of control, is more unusual, and now they're finally equal to the rest of the company."
With a resolute voice, Reinhardt. A gaze collides straight with Cornelius staring at him, and a tight air flows through the venue.
"... that region should have been inviolable at this stage. What about breaking it?"
You thought the flag color was bad, Cornelius, shifting the subject. Reinhardt laughs niggardly at it, flaunting his shoulders.
"We didn't send a single battleship." I just set up an experimental store. "That's another terrible argument for an invasion."
"But that's a complete heavily armed space fortress"
"It's the factory's minimum defense against humans. Wind activity has been active these days, and you can't possibly throw it out with a round waist."
"Then why did you choose that land on purpose?"
"Because it was most convenient. The area showed difficulties in supplying raiser metal. I don't know why. And there happened to be a fortress nearby that was under construction, and that great patriotic owned company was willing to offer us for a cheap price. You can't possibly not ride in a situation like you're even being fed. And Marshal Cornelius, there's also a reason you said that earlier. There are no competitors in the region, and our experiments are unlikely to have a negative impact."
Reinhardt will state even the answers prepared in advance. He was observing if there would be any change in Cornelius' expression, but the signs were unlikely to show at all.
(Made race... crap)
Marshal Cornelius is cunning, but he's not the type to control his emotions freely. If so, it would be reasonable to assume that settling within this disadvantage was probably reported in advance by Fifty Materials.
Reinhardt had made a prior report to the Fifty Materials during the creation of this Razer Metal Plant. Use Dean, who's been raising information, to make him drink his demands. Instead of selling raiser metal to the general market, the Imperial Army produces and sells it internally. And within a certain period of time in a particular outer space, it allowed refining sales for its know-how accumulation.
I would have had no problem doing whatever I wanted with the help of the army, but it was desirable to avoid as much confusion as I could about what would happen if I did it freely. On behalf of Cornelius, there are many military powers connected to the Fifty Materials, and if they do poorly, there is a risk of a civil war. From Reinhardt's point of view, I thought this was a significant concession and modest demand from the value of the information, but I had no choice but to do all that.
(but effective enough to serve the purpose)
Reduced influence of Marshal Cornelius inside the military. And improve your own influence. In these two points, it had too much effect. Of course, the 50 Materials rigging involving Cornelius will continue, and the Marshal will continue to have strong influence. But that won't be as strong as it used to be, and a drop to that extent was desirable. If we do too much, we risk them going wild.
"Hmm...... well, is the muscle through? Then we shall take a vote before you."
Following the words of Marshal Cornelius, all marshals gathered in the conference hall operate the terminal at hand. When Reinhardt manipulated it as well, he voted in favour.
"No...... such an idiot!! That's different story!! What's happening!!
Old man kneeling and almost crying out. As he crawls into the holographic shadow, he glances at it with his blood-running eyes.
"I'm sorry. Things have changed. I can't imagine anyone in the army knowing how to refine it. It's unexpected."
The holographic figure says so in a boring way, he glances at his shoulder.
"No... but there would have been as much to do. Why are you here? Why did you allow such a factory to be placed here!!
An old man with a squeaky voice that can also be considered confusing. A holograph answers his question.
"Fifty Materials' summation, you. Subject to that, they showed a pretty significant concession. Thanks to this, we can maintain the status quo with only acceptable losses. I don't even want to imagine what would happen if I refused. It would not have been strange if it had been the 51st. It's imperially driven too."
A holograph that holds your hands together with a seemingly dazzling face so as to push the old man aside.
"You work hard at best. There are not many options left for you. Run somewhere or drop the Alpha system. Give up about the fortress. Whatever you do with that, the Empire will surely come to retaliate in some way"
Bruno, master of Ottostation and against Enzio Resistance. In his own office, he cared about the old smelly moulded cell phone whispering around in his hand.
"This communication is really safe, right? Mr. Phantom."
Bruno's question is answered by a voice on the phone.
"" Of course. This isn't over your network. I'm picking it up directly ""
"In person? Are you in Katsushika right now? How could I do that?
"" Thank you. We have a dedicated high-speed communications network within a limited range. ""
"... you don't know more and more"
"" Heh heh, it's a simple story. The Empire's using it to relay the network. We've got some hyper-light communication ships. It has a shape that can only be used by the phones you are using right now. It's a bit of a luxurious way to use communication bandwidth. ""
"Do that... So all of these contents too?
"" Right. Each suitcase contains the same object. If you could make a list of the humans you've decided you can trust, the hauliers I've arranged here would deliver it to you. ""
"I see... so what do we do? You want me to put you in line?
A laugh returns to Bruno's seriously dizzy voice.
"Haha...... no, excuse me. You don't have to. That would help if you flipped the anti-flag there, but it's not very effective. You'll be repressed soon, and there 'll just be more damage in vain. I want your ship to be used more effectively."
"Really... can I talk to you about more?
"Of course."
When Phantom says so, he talks about the specific course of action. Bruno was initially wondering what kind of impotence would be demanded, but that turned into surprise and relief as he listened to the story.
"Such a hand...... simple, but certainly effective. Who the hell are you? Why do you think this is happening?
Inspiring, Bruno. Besides, Phantom seems to enjoy returning it.
'Cause that's what I do.