"I don't know... that's amazing."
Said Sophia in a tone half respected and half frightened. Her gaze is toward the dorm entrance, and her sister, Lamy, and her three brothers are equally pompous.
"Sure... but over-specs aren't on the level. Instead, you're not keeping up with the endurance on the wall. This."
Taro nods at Sofia while he knocks on the newly built door with his hand. I suspected that the sound of the sounding metal was low and heavy and of considerable thickness.
"This was the only door I had left in the warehouse. I really wanted to fix it, but it's so old, I don't have any parts. It's cheaper to buy it again if it's about to be custom ordered, and then you can replace it."
Marl with the tool in his hand has a neat grin. I guess I feel satisfied after work, I was in a bad mood.
"Did you bring the door for the internal bulkhead of the plum intact... well, it's definitely a first-class product when it comes to breakage difficulty"
"Isn't it? You can rest assured of everything. We're up to level four in intelligence security, and I'm guessing we can withstand a single Frigate Class shooting."
When Marr throws up such a noisy dialogue, he walks over to Sofia. And I lifted the key I received from Sophia and I showed it, and I said, "Can I have this?," he smiled.
"I don't mind... old doors are discarded, right? Is it useful to have it?
"Hmm, I thought I'd make it some kind of accessory because it's rare. I'll make everyone's share."
When Marl suggests so, we all come up with the look of expectation together. "All of you, then," Marl thumbed up, walking out with a bunch of keys in his pocket.
"... Mal?
I guess I'm headed to work, Taro speaking to Marl with his back turned. But you didn't hear me, and Marr left without looking back.
"... um, something's wrong. Are you feeling all right?
Reminds me of the smile Marl showed me earlier, and utterly raises his voice. It would have looked like an extremely normal grin from Sophia and the others, but to Taro it felt somewhere unnatural.
"Is that Mr. Mal? It didn't look that way."
Sophia sees Marr's exited door, as does Taro, who leans one's neck.
"Well, I hope so... Look, you're going to the nursery, right? Show me around."
Taro strove so well that he encouraged with his hands three younger brothers who were happy to receive a gift.
Taro, who kept three of Sofia's younger brothers in the nursery, aged 10, 9 and 7, respectively, headed to the temporary office in the form of a chase after Mar. The office I rented to interact with Rising Sun during the day was very cramped, but still much better than the dorm.
The office, where only BISHOP control equipment and a few terminals that would be minimally needed were located, was a very killer landscape, but that was enough considering it a temporary temporary temporary office. I couldn't say that there was no problem considering the guests and employees who would probably show up in the future to visit me directly, but it was not in the nature of being bound by the Community sanctions, so I decided to stay put for the time being.
"We've got a few extra things for post-war processing. Looks like the EAP is going to create an unarmed zone in some of Enzio territory."
Marr releases the terminal and Taro catches it.
"Seriously...... no, no, the wind keeps growing unusually. Yesterday, huh? Are you insane?"
Wind raids were naturally frequent everywhere, even as the Tarrandas were cut off against the Enzio Front. Fortunately, there was no such thing as massive damage, but there is still damage that cannot be ignored. Transport costs have risen because the fleet will need escorts, and the liquidity of the economy has been hit hard. Price increases don't know where to stop.
"I also know what you want to say about people who have been harmed and their families, but we need them to be able to stay in defense facilities and minimal troops... but no one knows what minimal troops are"
Taro nods bitterly at Marl, who flaunts his shoulders in such a way that he is good.
If this were on the ground, we could imagine some form of force that would just buy the refugees time to escape, but when it's a space station, it doesn't go either. It is impossible to always have a ship that will accommodate all residents, and if we are to defend the station, we will need a force capable of completely annihilating the attacking forces. Wind will strike even if it's the last one, and with that one, it's possible to destroy the station. It will take time, but they won't even care about time or anything.
"If we deploy a manoeuvre unit, we're going down. Even if the defense facility is OK, it works in cooperation with the fleet. Even if it's a facility, it won't help you."
"Right...... you can't possibly arm it like a fortress, and Wind is getting smarter these days. You can't just have a simple stationary turret."
"Hmm, how about building an armored floating turret? I can engineer the stationary turret so that it can move, and scan or something like that using the station's. Oh, it'd be pretty convenient if you could make it to a size you could stack on a ship, wouldn't it?
"... that's not just a drone"
"... if you say so, you will"
When Taro ran his finger over the terminal, he decided to push the application to a pending item.
"Well, it's not like I don't have a hand if I have to..."
Taro with arms and looking up at the ceiling. When Marl said, "Really?" He turns to me like an unexpected face.
"Well, hey... no, it's gonna be a pretty nasty way"
Taro, who turns sideways and looks into Marl's eyes.
"If you can't protect him anymore, we'll have him moved to a place where we can protect him."
Taro and Marr, who then began putting together concrete proposals, cut the work at a good time in Kiri, moving each towards a different location. Marr needed to continue with the repairs on the Sophia and other work lines, which in fact would have ended in just a few hours if Marr's hands were in hand, but he planned to take a few days to do it for the purpose.
"Hey kids. How have you been?
Taro picked up his younger brothers at the nursery and followed them home while chasing them along the way and wearing a shoulder car. My brothers nostalgic for Taro in just a few hours and Taro himself enjoyed contact with innocent children.
"Kids are with us on Earth and here. I live just thinking about how I'm gonna enjoy that time... I envy you, damn it."
I walk through a rubbish residential neighborhood, wondering if I used to, too. The memories were only vague enough to be called moody, but Taro looked far away at the iron sky wondering if the day would come when he would also lose his slight residual incense.
"Welcome back, Mr. Taro. I'm ready for dinner."
Seven people greeted by Sofia and eating in the dorm. The dedication is grilled rice - a dish spread by Taro!! - and an unsavory soup. And it was a qualitative nutrient, but Taro honestly enjoyed eating in large numbers. There are no guard squads there to guard against assassinations, and there are no counterparties to ask for Taro's gaps. Of course, many modules around the dorm have Bella's positioned security department in sight, and every anomaly that occurs in the hundreds of meters radius has always been created a system that can be detected. But still, Taro enjoyed the moment.
"Please be careful not to fall"
"It's all right because it's at the bottom," he giggles and shows Sophia, who sounds worried. After a short time jumping on a hammock hung on the wall, the lights were dropped all the way down. I was somewhat surprised that it was usually just a gradually disappearing lighting, but I also missed that a little bit.
"Sounds like there's like a people-to-people connection here... which is happier"
Galactic Imperial Center where you can live a life full of things and with no freedom whatsoever. I have everything just at home and in many cases I don't even have to go to work. But connections with people are rare, and even many people only come into contact with others through monitors.
In contrast, here, nothing can only be done through someone. The thin, dirty man, who worked only to hand the child over to each parent at the nursery, did not have any terminal in his hand. They remember the faces and names of all the children and their parents. It's a job that was replaced by machines a long time ago in the Imperial Center.
This place is unclean, impoverished, and people are tired. But still I can laugh because there's someone there, isn't there?
"... it's not a gala"
At last, Taro groans with his head, which has been hazy from drowsiness. From above I had heard a slight breath of sleep apart from my brothers, and I found that Sophia had fallen asleep as well.
"Yes. What?
Like a whisper, a small voice. Turn your head around and you'll see Marl standing beside you.
"No, anything... what more did you do? Can't you sleep?
Wake up your torso and ask for your face Taro. But the lighted room was dark and could not read the expression.
"Yeah...... right. That's the place... Hey, stop by."
When Marr says so, he pushes Taro forcefully to the wall. Taro deflects himself quietly toward the wall while confused with what is going on.
"... Huh? No, hey, what?
"Shh!! Everybody's gonna wake up."
Marl dives into the hammock of Momochi and Taro. Because of the small hammock for one, the two bodies stick together. While Taro is about to panic, he manages to worry about calmness.
"This isn't a bathroom. Yeah, no, maybe that's an ant, but I thought it was a little too soon. Oh, no, you're Nashi? No, but you're not gonna try to understand, are you?
"... I'm sorry. Let me sleep here only tonight. Just today."
Taro talking mundane against the wall and Marl with a calm voice. The sound of its sinking appearance brings Taro's expensive heart back to normal.
"... well, it's not my bed. You can do whatever you want, right?
Taro shrugged so against the wall, he knew he wasn't going to sleep, but closed his eyes for now. I thought I heard a small "thank you" from behind, but didn't reply.