"You've gotten a lot worse, too. The Border Development Department looked like it was going through the night. Don't you have the qualities of a politician?
teasing tone. Taro shook his head just asking Dean to let him go like that.
"I just got my fair consideration. That's less fruitful than we planned from the guys, but we're going to be charitable here too... so you tipped me off knowing this was going to happen to Mr. Dean, right?
"Ouch," Dean gave an out-of-heart look to Taro who said so with his eyes. He moved a chess-like pawn of a game called Tritt placed in Plum's talking room.
"I'm an Imperial soldier. I intend to be as cautious as I can in my actions to the detriment of the Empire. It's just a coincidence that this plan to enter is by Cornelius and that I'm a Reinhardt."
To Dean-like rhetoric, Taro recieves "Yes, yes".
"I doubt if it's if you're playing Negeva... oh, can you wait for this? Looks like I'm stuffed."
"No, you can't. How many times has this happened? It would be only two years faster, such as beating me in a trit. I'm still an honorary member of the All Galactic Trit Society."
Dean, who looks a little troubled, and "Wow, seriously," Taro, with a bitter face. Taro, who had a forceful total winning strategy using parallel thinking, had previously been unbeaten by a close human opponent, but was no match for Dean at all. I'm still convinced there seems to be a top up there.
"Instead, in two years' time, it seems threatening to me... but more importantly, are you doing well on border development?
Turn off the plate surface of the trit - it's all shown in a holograph - and rock the glass in your hand, Dean.
"Until a while ago, things were going so well that I was scared, but after all, everything couldn't be smooth. They're gathering pirates, and they're all searching by hand... and that's more of a problem."
Taro makes a bitter face and takes his mobile device out of his pocket.
"There are so many winds. And the investigation fleet is eating quite a bit of foothold."
Taro operates a mobile device and transfers information to Dean's. Dean glanced at the terminal for a while, humming his nose.
"That's an unusual amount indeed. Nearly five times the standard...... anything? It seems to concentrate on the ancient area."
"I'm investigating him so far, but I don't see any prospects. I can't take it unlike humans and interrogate them, and I don't know if I can say ecology... but behavioral patterns are too mysterious."
"The center has the same problem. I can guess the age from the scraps that make up the wind, but some things can be more than a thousand years old. I just wonder how many hundred years it's taken me to get here."
When Dean says so and sighs one, he stands up with an empty glass in his hand. Probably headed to the interwall drink bar to go pour a new one, but that leg stops on the way.
"Oh, that's a rare combination. Is that some kind of mastery?
Liza emerges from the entrance, smiling small. "Well, that's the place," Dean gently returned, offering her a glass.
"Why don't you do it yourself, brother? The increase in the number of stars doesn't change anything."
Liza receives the glass offered, whilst complaining about the bump. When she poured liquor into the glass, including her own, she came to the table in a relaxed foothold.
"I'm not used to living without a salary. I don't know if I'd let my sister do that."
When Dean received the glass, he stopped Liza, who tried to sit next to him, by hand. Dean points at Taro with his jaw to Liza, who sees his brother with a strange look on his face.
"Think of someone to sell the melancholy. He's the one who needs to get in."
"No, no, I don't know what you're talking about in front of him."
Tailang puts a penetration into the eagle-fringed Imperial Navy Colonel. But Liza answered without saying anything, "Right," and she sat tight to Taro.
"Uh, it's in front of your family, Mr. Liza."
"Oh, you don't mind if it's not in front of your family?
"... Liza"
A grumpy looking Dean voice. Taro looked at Dean, who was afraid he'd seen it, but he returned words in a different direction than expected.
"Hand position is sweet. It should be placed closer to the base if it is to be placed on the femur. There are a lot of nerves. Effective in distracting the other person in a negotiating setting"
"Isn't that what you said in person?!?
"You should know about those manifolds, and you need to get used to them. Of course, it's the side to be used... but I'm guessing Alan runs the intelligence department. You didn't say anything?
Serious look Dean. Taro still tries to say something, but disappears into butt blush. Dean was right, and I was sure he wasn't immune to those things.
"Well, you get used to it one by one. Alan is just like me... I don't think I can expect him because he's my wife. Oh, hey, wait. It's tough all of a sudden. It's tough all of a sudden. Hey, not there."
Taro holding Liza's hand as she moved to slide over her thighs and sliding away on the couch. Liza is laughing with pleasure and Dean is also bringing a sneak laugh.
"I thought you were doing it to make fun of me..."
"There would be no need for anything else to have a single purpose. What I just said is true again. Let's get down to business.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"... no, never mind. When I think about it seriously, I decide to pose like this."
Taro with his legs closed perfectly and his hips pulled but unlimited upper body knocked out in front of him. It would have been a pretty creepy fit, but if I hadn't, I would have risked his stature claiming itself indefinitely. Dean went on like that without worrying about "well."
"In conclusion, none of the companies own the rights to the example star. You don't have to ask permission to do an investigation."
To Dean's words, "Okay!!" and Taro gripping his hand hard. Taro said, "An example star?," he asked Liza, tilting his neck, to display "this guy" and one planet on his terminal.
"RPM 95355. Commonly known as New York. They were originally inhabitable planets, but now it sounds like they're turning into desert planets. And radioactivity sucks."
Taro, with Liza, compares the two planets that appear on the terminal. One is a beautiful blue star that just misses Earth. The other is a gray and brown death star covered in thick clouds. Old pictures and new pictures.
"A habitable planet...... could this be it?
Feel excited. But with a somewhat unfortunate look, Liza stuffs up to Taro.
"I'm going to look into that... well, I hope it's a hassle."
"Yes... but I wonder why I'm in such a state. The old ones are just typical of habitable planets."
"The answer to that..."
Taro looks up and turns back to Dean. Dean was staring at Taro in some conceived way, but eventually he muttered "I see" a little before continuing.
"It may be ridiculous, but it doesn't come down to affirming that it's impossible. When I look at these people yesterday, I even feel like it's the truth."
A voice like a solitary. Dean became silent again, but noticed Taro's gaze and raised his face.
"Newk is a star that was thoroughly burned by the Imperial Navy about 600 years ago now. The beam decays in the atmosphere, so instead it was shot into tens of millions of nuclear weapons. The surface must be covered in glassy sand and a lot of dust. I guess we still have a nuclear winter, huh?
That's what you talk about in a boring way, Dean. A nuclear winter was a phenomenon in which the temperature of the planet dropped because the dust from the explosion blocked the sunlight, and the sun sounded familiar.
"Why are you doing that again... what happened?
Dean turned back toward Taro, "Hmm," he snorted small.
"Any information about New York is designated a top secret of the Empire. It's pretty much because security clearance is assigned to more than the colonel... so what we're about to talk about is just talking to ourselves."
Place the glass on the table and stand up slowly Dean.
"New York is a star occupied by the Wynd. Winds have descended on the earth, they have grown, they have driven mankind away. All records of what happened in the early process had been written off. I don't care what it is. I don't know why. You brought it in for experimental purposes, or you said there were anti-imperial peoples and businesses that you wanted to erase? It would have been fatal if it had been a company that had concentrated on the planet. Well, this is just an imagination."
To the information from Dean, a sloppy, throaty Taro. Dean keeps such taro sidelined.
"At the time of the nuclear attack, a significant number of humankind were still inhabited, apparently. It would have been only a matter of time. Unlike space on the planet, everything is dense. The rate at which the wind grows is not comparable to that of the universe. Explosive."
The universe is vast, idle, and the distance to the next star is so ridiculous as to imagine it. By comparison, the earth can measure the distance in kilometers, whether it spans the continent or the sea. It is not a light year.
"I see... do you mean to beat them up before they use all of humanity's assets to grow?"
Taro thinks of the situation in his head at the time. But to him like that, "You're not," Liza said.
"'Cause you can always do it if you're about to burn down the whole surface. That is even after mankind is gone. I don't know what it feels like to be alone, but I wonder if that would lead to a nuclear attack with humanity. From the shooting side, at least it's still better to save people after they're gone?
"You're right," Dean said to Liza, who speaks that way with a difficult face.
"We could have used old rocket engines to get out of the way and turned over rescue landing craft. But the reason I stomped through the attack without doing it. That's..."
Dean, who was walking towards the exit, stopped and turned to Taro.
"It's their rate of evolution, Lord Taylor. The Empire was frightened. Finding a way for them to escape gravity… Earlier you said there was a massive outbreak of wind in the ancient area?
Dean makes a laugh just at his mouth.
"I hope it's just a coincidence."