The Wyoming system has now been in one of the greatest turmoil since mankind laid its foundation for life.
"Tell me what's going on over there!! Whatever!!
Heading to the comms machine, Taro shouts with a strong sense of impatience. But the only answer that came back was that the site was under no circumstances.
"" I'm sorry, president. The locality is very confused and has no control over the information. Employees are in the process of directing refugees, but there are quite a few who are no longer in touch. Because the temporary command post should be in the second branch. ""
"When I contacted him there, he told me that you were the command post!!
Taro yelled so in a needy voice, "Damn," he spit evil, then held his head. And I told myself calmly and calmly that I couldn't help yelling at the irresponsible.
"Can't Marl grab it? The field commander should be hers."
"" Yes, please wait... the VP should be outside. We have a sailing record. ""
"You went out to intercept... any contact with the outside?
"" No. On top of being strongly jammed, they're blocking the neural net. ""
"Say that first!! Take command from here on out. Leave the line open!!
When Taro shouted that way, he turned on the full communication relay feature mounted on Plum II. A small neural net has been created anew, and eventually a large amount of information comes into play. As employees at the address put it, there was a strong jamming, but Taro had as strong a processing power as he could ignore it.
"" This is Wyoming II Management. Not enough ships for evacuation at all. We request rescue. ""
"" This is temporary command post three. Too many enemies. Where did it come from? Can anyone fish for records? ""
"" Is that where you want the command post? It's out of line with the troops. What can I do? ""
"" I can't get through to Stargate Administration. Where can we get the refugees out of here!! ""
"" Shoot down four enemies. Somebody put together a call. ""
Taro flatters his face that things have finally sucked for the communications he sends one after the other. Once he gave up compiling information, he said, "Shut up!!," he shouted forcefully.
"The command post integrates into the pram. Use a different channel for combat information and evacuation information. Now that the First Fleet is headed that way, we need every station to be ready for acceptance."
When Taro immediately constructed the communication function of BISHOP, he began automatic sorting of communications. Himself ahead of time to Wyoming, but late the First Fleet continues, with Liza and Alan and the others there. They also have enough ability to command.
"I'll take care of the fight. I'll do it."
Usually in Marl's seat, Bella leaves as she takes off her jacket.
"Please. Blah, blah, blah, blah. I'm counting on tea."
Group control, Bella's gift, could now be considered the most dependable gift. There is no such thing as detailed information from a finely divided unit on her. A man who can command the fleet while fighting in HAD is focused solely on command. There will be nothing that Tai Lang can't do, but now he is at the mercy of managing communications control.
"" Hey Taylor, the area is worse than expected. Using all of our fleet isn't enough for acceptance at all. I need three round-trips. ""
I guess you just started analyzing local information. Alan in a hurry is shown on the monitor.
"There's no way I have time. Can't we get a private ship from somewhere?
"" I've already done it, but unfortunately the response is not fragrant. Probably because it's a closed system. And... well, that's the thing. ""
Alan who unfortunately distorts his face and clouds his words. When Taro saw what it meant, he trembled at remorse.
"I don't know about the local poor. Is this it... the wealthy first?
"" He escaped first. I guess the economy decided that spared enough losses. Fuck you, though. ""
"... Apart from the ship that hosted the evacuees, all the companies that fled with the cargo vacant are on note. I'll definitely make you regret it one day."
When Taro said so in a low voice, he exhaled a swirling rage in his head with a deep breath. That's not what I need right now, and I should have used my head on a case to solve.
"What do I do... What do I do..."
Taro spinning his head full as he stares at the overdrive blue light he doesn't know how many times it will be. When countless proposals come to mind, they are rejected as unrealistic.
"Forced to provoke from the nearest... no. We can't make it and we don't have enough people... maybe the old man from the resistance will come... too far from beyond Rome"
Turning to the system diagram, Tailang calculates the shortest route from each base of a friendly company. The results were not fragrant and it seemed still faster to bring the fleet back and forth.
"............... Alan, just say what they want, so buy me a ship from one end that's going to sell me in the surrounding universe. You're gonna add up a little bit."
"" Okay, but don't cry when you see the bill later, okay?
"If there's anybody who can help you, I'll make sure they're comforted."
When Taro is so strong, he immerses himself in the thought again. He assumed that it would probably still not be enough to accommodate the refugees. When the scene got so messed up, it couldn't have been 100 or 200 winds. If that were the case, the border defense fleet would have been enough.
"Worst of all, the abandonment of one system... damn, just thinking about it makes me feel like I'm gonna throw up"
Taro throws up so much, he stares at the Wyoming III station, which began to show on the radar. Wyoming iv was further back and needed to overdrive about twice more.
"Ship... ship... no, it doesn't have to be a ship or a capsule or anything like that..."
When one bumps and squeals, Taro looks up all the time.
"Yes... there is!! There is!!
As Taro shook himself at the flash that came to his head, he began to contact all parts of the relationship as soon as possible.
"Never let go of my hand. Hold on tight."
Sophia told her three younger brothers who were crying that way as she bent down at the edge of the road to avoid from people's waves. There was rage and commotion swirling around, and Sophia could not cry out because of the presence of her sister and younger brothers who had to be protected.
"Ramey, are you okay? Can you still walk?"
Crouching down, he calls out to Rammy, who is rubbing his painful leg. She fell when she was caught in the crowd, twisting her legs hard.
"It's okay...... but maybe I can't run"
Ramey looks anxiously at the crowd.
"Hey, what's up? There are no more ships on Pier Four."
"Wasn't there a Gallum carrier on the third side? Wouldn't you be able to give me a ride if I asked?
"I got away with it. This compartment is more dangerous than that. You should run for the central control area."
"There were reports that the center was sealed off, wasn't there? Damn, where am I supposed to go?"
All the people around them were confused, and they were right and left, not even without it. Sophia was going to head to Pier 4, where her parents and their ship were supposed to be, but from the conversation she heard and came, it was thought that she had already escaped somewhere.
(What to do... What to do...)
Even if you want to sound weak, you can't speak up. If the younger brothers cry out, it will be difficult to travel satisfactorily.
"Yes... if you're Taro or Mal"
If you work for a repair company and you're circling people's stars, there should naturally be ships. It was possible that we had already escaped, but there was no one else we could count on. I also thought about waiting for the rescue ship to go to the pier in order, but given the number of evacuees, it seemed very dangerous. I don't think people are waiting in order for order, and they'll get caught up in it.
"Lamy, let's go to the commercial district. Mr. Taro and the others may still be here."
Sophia took Ramey's hand and made him stand up, going the opposite of the people moving towards the harbor. Moving ahead to protect my younger brothers from the waves of men, by the time I was only half an hour old, my whole body was full of beatings.
"Sure... over there..."
When people are sparse and finally able to walk without caring about their surroundings. Probably looting or something is going on. I hear destruction. Sophia kept walking toward the address she had been given before as she squeezed her teeth together to quench her fears.
"Blocks 0 - 7 - 2... there was... here?
A small office building entrance is where we arrived as we got through broken glass or something. There were a number of men with big guns there, who had issued warning words to those close by.
"Um... sorry. We know Taro who's trying to fix TM."
That's what I scream from a little further away. Then a man noticed his voice pointed the gun at him and opened his hand to not come any further.
"This is Rising Sun's office. I don't know about TM repairs. You're in the wrong place."
When the man with the gun said so, he paid his hand to go somewhere. Sophia checks the terminal's notes to see if it was a mistake or something, but the address was definitely here.
"No... but..."
Maybe Tallo's wrong, Sophia, which makes me anxious. When I think about it, it was also a strange story that an armed group was protecting the repair company's office, which seemed likely.
"What shall we do... on the pier..."
Sophia sees her younger brothers wondering if she will be able to withstand the waves of that crowd. My brothers were frightened, and tired. Lammy was also trying to drag her legs off again, and she was surprisingly sweaty on her forehead.
"If you didn't think you were over there, would you have already come here? Smart lady."
A voice called from behind by a pretend. When Sophia turned around in surprise, there stood a creepy man in a hooded robe.
"Hey, let him in. They're Taylor's guests."
That's what the man in the hood sends out to the men with the weapons. Then I was surprised, "Ha!!" The men saluted him on an upright and immovable basis along with the ringing. It was a strange sight somewhere that the well-dressed guard men were posturing on the thin hood man.
"I've heard a lot about you from Taylor. Come on, come on in. We also have an escape ship. I don't care if you call someone you know. More than a hundred people seem to be in trouble."
When the man said so, he gently lifted Ramey up and walked out. Sophia didn't sound familiar to a person named Taylor, but she decided to follow him whether she knew Taro or something. It doesn't matter what you think, it doesn't look like a pickup, and there's nothing we can take away from it. I turned my head to say maybe I was wrong with someone, but Sophia didn't have enough strength to put that in her mouth. I may be offended, but at least I was going to bear as much blame and bitterness as I could, even after my younger brothers were saved.
"Yes...... thank you"
Sophia bowed her head small and followed the man in the hood into the office.