- "Targeting Correction Manual" -
- "BISHOP Redirect from time to time" -
- "Rail Gauntlet Synchronization" -
A mass of steel jumps into space and pierces it towards a mass made of the same steel. The vicinity is violently brightened by the lights of the incoming and outgoing beams, and countless ships are shown so brightly with occasional flashes of light.
"Second fleet evacuate. Hurry!! Because I don't need to risk my life at all!!
Rapidly deploy the BISHOP function group for fleet command and send instructions for retreat to the fleet bearing the front of the enemy. Naturally, we don't just run away, but let each unit cover each other and make an orderly retreat.
"Mr. Taylor, new enemy reinforcements have been confirmed. This brings us to 1214th total."
Shift your eyes to the tactical screen to Tailang and confirm the flock of light points flying from afar.
"Another failure... damn it!! How the hell are you staying!! You're not kidding!!
Taro slaps the railing on the seat, leaving it to Iraki. When he bit his lips silently for a while, he issued an order to all fleets to withdraw.
"That's unusual, Admiral. You've been drinking a lot."
"Can you do it without a drink... this is the third time?"
Wyoming is a bar for Rising Sun employees in the commercial district. used by the relatively wealthy. So Taro was tickling Fireball 925.
"Fortunately, no great damage has been done. Considering the damage that the person you defeated would have caused sooner or later, well, can we assume that it had quite a few consequences?
"I wonder. Thinking about it might make me feel a little more comfortable..."
Taro had planned to eliminate Waind, which nestled on the road leading to Planet New York, and had failed this three times. A system in New York was able to create natural corridors where the sway of drive particle density could not even get close to the planet without breaking through.
"And you can't fool around with the bounty against the Wind Crusade. That's a lot of money."
"Uh, that's it, but Mr. Dean said it would probably be temporary. That's just too much, so sooner or later it's going to change the amount depending on the distance from the Imperial Center. What a twofold trilogy of the border."
"... don't you dare"
When they agitated the glass, they sighed at a similar time.
"I can't afford it, and if all the hunters are flowing to the edge, won't the center stop... even if I think I can't help it if I'm in the center, don't be angry at the selfishness of the other side if I come to the edge like this"
"Right. I honestly don't know what it's like to be independent."
"Come on, don't say anything rare. I don't want you staring at me in the middle."
When Alan dived in his voice and said so, he came up one eyebrow with a troubled face. "I know," Taro replied blurring, slipping an empty glass on his desk and ordering the next one through BISHOP.
"By the way, Taylor, when is the new ship going to be ready? I guess we're already in construction, huh?
Alan, who completed a new order just like Taro, leaves while receiving the glass that the AI robot brought.
"It's totally bespoke, so it's going to take another month or so. Mr. Takasaki, you're renting out one of Toko's factories."
"You didn't use the company over here?
"I'm asking this company for parts and modules. But I wanted to ask you to trust the basic design and structure. Thank you very much for your help during the war, and for giving back."
"Really... is Lynn or Sakura's lady the same?
"Ooh, you haven't changed a thing. Sakura is the same...... that, what. He was coming, and Lynn was pale in the face about entering the Empire. Come to think of it, there's always a big case when I meet with Lynn. Dingo, Enzio, Empire and"
"Ha ha, I sure am. One of these days, the Reaper may be called."
"You're putting out the fire properly. Give me a break."
When they did so and laughed at each other, they started drinking quietly again. After a while leaving himself to a jazz-like song that played in the store, Taro opened his mouth staring at the table, "Hey Alan," he said.
"Honestly, I don't know what to do, but I don't think Alan's the enemy, and you can do as you've always done."
Enzio, when I met the old man who caused the war. Taro remembers what Alan's mouth ran on that occasion. Judging from that content, Alan still seemed to have some connection to the military.
Stop the glass Alan was about to put on his mouth and bring it down again.
"I wonder if he's a proprietor. You're not welcome to leave your suspicions as they are."
"As a manager...... from what standpoint then is that dialogue?
"As your men. You have a position as Chief of Intelligence."
"Well, personally?
"... bad, Taylor. You're right, it'll help if you do as you've always done."
Alan leaning down with the glass in his hand. Taro glanced sideways at the bitter expression and decided to believe Alan.
"Mmm, let's do that. The top two of all galactic virginity coalitions are broken, because the only thing that makes you happy is Leah."
Taro holding up a glass and showing it laughing with Nihihi. But contrary to the teared taro, Alan remains a serious expression.
"Hey, Admiral. I don't know if you can believe me, but I'm gonna give this company priority no matter what. But if you can't stand it, I don't care if you hang it up."
Alan whisks through the glass at hand and drinks up all the liquor he's just poured at once.
"But, Taylor. If you wait for me, I'll tell you everything one day… I'm sorry, but that's all I can say now."
Alan said so and stood up, bowing his head once before leaving. When Taro looked at the leftover booze, he remembered a man who had said the same thing as Alan.
"Mr. Phantom said that, too. My guys have a lot of secrets... but, well, from around here, I don't know."
When you mock yourself so much about yourself from the ancient world, you imitate Alan and tilt the glass all at once, Taro. I swallowed it terribly, but I felt a little clearer.
"I guess that's where I said Doctor. I don't know what to say, but it's worth it to keep paying a lot."
Huge offices in the Rising Saint Rome branch. An area delimited by partitions existed at that corner, where Phantom, sitting in front of Taro, said looking over the investigative material sent to him by Dr. Aljimov.
"He made quite a dong pussy ride aboard the stealth ship. I don't know if you're too aggressive, Doctor."
When Taro returns it to Phantom, he takes another look at the material from the doctor himself.
"The total number of wines assumed is about 2,000. It is seen to be increasing production and replenishing in some way, becoming a prescribed number of troops a few days after the battle. The base is the asteroid belt in the back of the ancient area, or... there's a lot of material. Don't beat me up all at once."
"Maybe," Phantom said in a tough face.
"I don't know what size production plants they have, but I'm pretty sure they're quite sizeable. Should we assume that the figure 2000 has another bottleneck?
"Bottleneck?"
"How can there be as many ingredients? Why don't we just make 2,000 or 20,000 or 30,000? There's another reason why I didn't do that."
"I see... are those guys worried about maintenance or something?
"It wouldn't be an expense in an economic sense, though. Sure, maybe we don't have enough specific resources. Or there's a limit to their ability to manage, or it's just possible that their AI was programmed that way... No, that's a little too optimistic."
"I don't know, but then there's no way to find out... in the meantime, I think I need to figure out how to do it with 2000 and win. I can't think of anything."
"It would be easier if the Imperial Army could move. Well, you're not coming."
"You won't come, will you? It's not like it's been around lately, and it's kind of rural."
That's what Taro says, and I think of the Galactic Empire Navy that I've been unreliable to lately. Of course, I guess it's best because I deal with a major crisis called network dimensions, but given how corrupt they are and the effort they would be consuming in their internal struggle, the unreliability really comes first.
"But what is it? Given the ratio of shooting down to being shot down (kill rate), we'll need at least 500 fleets, but it won't be something we can squeeze out no matter how hard we force it. 200 or so is the limit."
Phantom thinking with his hands on his chin. Taro agrees with that from a different angle.
"I want to avoid fleet enhancements as much as I can. Because tension with the EAP will be bad, and it will water the economy that starts to turn. For the same reason, we don't have to rely on the private sector."
"I see... then you won't even find hope. What are you gonna do? You're not giving up, are you?
"Of course, Ihiko."
Taro laughed thoughtfully, "What are we going to do about this?," he tells Phantom of his proposal. Phantom opened his mouth when he heard it all the way through with interest, "Though it sounds funny".
"It's going to be a pretty low-quality force, and the earlier 500 is only the lowest if you fight without thinking about damage. It's more unrealistic than explaining why you're just attacking so much. They don't know anything about the planet… it's not a bad idea, but they need something else."
To Phantom's sober point, "Hmm," roared Taro.
"Something like this, it's easy to have a secret weapon. Colony lasers, black hole bombs, that sort of thing............ Hmm?
Somehow the voice rises from across the office, and Taro stretches his neck for something. Eventually, the screaming similarly to the anger rose, followed by the noise of a cluttered knock on the door of the room where the Tarondas were.
"Sir, excuse me. I just got an emergency call. Look at this."
An employee who reaches out and offers a chip to Taro. When Taro judged that the employee appeared to be irrelevant, he snapped it and placed it on his forehead. Since the compartment where Taronda is located is disconnected from the BISHOP, no direct communication will be sent.
"............ oh my god"
When you look at the content sent by the chip, Taro looks at Phantom with a flashing face.
"Wyoming is being attacked by a large fleet of Wynds... we have to hurry... there are mares over there..."
Like whining about something wow, bumps and tall. The worst assumption flowed on my head like a horse racing lamp, and my hands and feet were powerless.