There was no such thing as emotion in the wind, but a circuit close to it was formed. As a result of repeated self-improvement over the years, it was very helpful in comprehensively judging complex events.
And his circuit, which lived 300 years using the narrow corridor as a residence, was now filled with the conclusion that it was "inexplicable". The number of ships making up his colony was already less than a third, and it seemed only a matter of time before they reached zero.
Wynd's logical prediction circuit had a solid 99.95% chance of winning before the start of the fight. It also assumed the worst.
Not a big number of opponents in the first place. It was sensed that a large ship existed, but it should be possible to push it off with a number of forces. Unexpected things were unlikely to happen, and they should have been able to win as well as the battles that had happened about three times in recent times.
But his colony was now being destroyed, with an unlimited chance of winning indicating a value close to zero. His AI had repeated his calculations for victory as far back as possible, but now he was completely silent. Because all of the arithmetic results produced bad results, it was determined that there was an anomaly in my circuit.
All tactical actions ended in failure and were of no use at all. As if they were reading the future, the other person has always been behind their actions.
And now he was staring at a huge mass of metal flying towards himself with an optical sensor. Released from a large-calibre cannon, it will easily smash itself and cause enormous damage to surrounding buildings.
And the art of fighting it did not exist in him.
"Main gun, all bullets hit. Confirm massive damage to a large enemy facility. Jamming unlocked."
At the bridge of Battleship Plum, Taro nodded slowly at Xiaomei's report. The war situation had changed in favor of the allies without complaint, and the problem was unlikely to arise. Strongly speaking, there was the fact that the cost of ammunition for large-calibre rail guns was going to be an amount that was not laughable, but what you get was supposed to exceed that. Restoring security in the vicinity was an immediate challenge, even if Newk is not the end of the globe.
"From the first bridge to the second bridge. Alan, how's Enigma? No divergence from the results?
Through BISHOP and call. Then Alan of the second bridge, which is constantly displayed on one of the monitors, turned around and gave his thumbs up toward Taro.
"" Perfect, Admiral. This guy is a hell of a substitute... his hands are trembling. ""
When Alan turned around, he opened the box mounted on the bridge about a metre high.
Named Enigma, it played its most important role in this fight. It's called the name of a cryptograph used in the history of the planet, known to Taro, as a device for intercepting and deciphering Wynd's communications.
"You and Pram and Bella used to kill over a hundred wines before when we were cruisers, right?
Taro remembers when he arrived at Alpha looking for Dr. Aljimov.
"Considering that, there's no way we can defeat 2,000 or so in the fleet right now. I mean, what's wrong with Wind these days is that they're starting to use tactics."
"" I see... I mean, if we seal him up, we can drive him out the same way we did before? But I know the logic, but it's a different question of whether we can make it happen. Taylor, I knew you were a hell of a guy. ""
"Uhihi, thanks for that one. The three of us made it, Xiao Mei and Mar. There 'll be time limits, but I guess this guy can make it easier for a while."
"" Time limit? What do you mean? ""
"Whatever it is, just like that. Wind's growing at an abnormal rate, isn't it? Those guys aren't stupid either, so you're gonna work out a lot of measures. It's going to be highly encrypted, it's going to change the communication method itself."
Alan takes Taro's word for it and shows him how he often contemplates it.
"" Hmm... I'm sure you might. Instead, otherwise you'd be doomed... by the way, Admiral, are you willing to mass produce this guy? ""
"Hey, Momo. I'm going to analyze the battle data for this battle and bring it with me to Mr. Dean's Toko. By the way, Alan, do you already have products similar to this one?
"" ……… No, the military does have something close, but it's misperforming. Maybe it's in the universe on the other hand, but I haven't heard anything like that so far. If you're going to use it all over the galaxy, that's going to be a huge amount. ""
"Oh well... no, I don't mean to use it all over the galaxy. I'm not going to build that much."
"" Oh, come on, what do you see? It would be a chance to make a lot of money. ""
Just because I can't believe it, Alan stares at the monitor. Looking closely, a large number of people packing into the second bridge looked equally surprised. I wondered if Taro would have failed not to speak on the limited line, but decided that there would be no problem after the tour. The 300 people here were the sailors of the finger fold, even Rising Sun, and at the same time those close to the proprietors. In the end, we'll talk later.
"Hey Alan. What should I pay the most attention to prescribing a vaccine against new germs?
To Taro's question, Alan nodded in such a way as to be.
"" That's the emergence of resistant bacteria due to abuse. If that's the case, I understand. Even if we limited the number and sellers to that, it would still be a hell of a forehead. Do we leave the selection to Dean? ""
"Ouch. I was wondering where I could lend it. On the day you became a general like that, and hence a marshal, that would be a hell of a connection, wouldn't it? Mr. Dean wouldn't abuse it."
"" Ha, right. He would make it a priority to a company for the Empire, and he's not a fool who doesn't know what this guy's worth. You'll do a good job of holding onto your own interests. Perhaps we can calculate the financing we need to produce. ""
"Right? Good to have. Connection. I know it's a problem to rely on it, but when it's worth it, you don't have to let it go down."
"" No, you're not. He can see and he has feelings. Especially against my family. Liza will be fine while she's over here. You know what? He's sneaking pictures of Liza from her childhood on the inside of his holster. ""
"Seriously. You're too surprised. I thought you'd be the type to sacrifice everything for birth."
"" I don't know why he's human. More than that, Admiral, Enigma has intercepted new communications again. They're trying to escape into the debris belt. When you get in, it's a mess. ""
"Whoa. Do you want to go first before that happens?"
When Taro closed his eyes for just a few moments and performed the operation, he derived the destination of the fleet that seemed optimal in the calculation. He had been able to manipulate his own arithmetic abilities with some intent since one of the marl rescues.
"Let me pay you back what I owe you. I'll never let you get away with it."
That's what Taro said. When he sent Bella-led second fleet a command for close warp, he decided to launch the pursuit himself.
Sneezing sounds briefly wooded in a luxurious room surrounded by wooden condiments.
"Oh, are you all right, Colonel Dean? I hear a cold is prevalent in the Mont-Orth system. You should be careful."
A man looking like that called out worryingly to Dean, who held his mouth.
"No, I've been given an integrated vaccine. Perhaps someone is making crappy rumors."
When Dean said that, he clapped his shoulders that it was no big deal.
"Besides, I'll take care of the rights to the system Newk. Any joint venture, all rights. Get everything from stars, planets, satellites, their air to one debris."
As a precaution, Dean stuck his finger out to the man's face. When the man nodded without moving to it, he smiled confidently.
"There's no such thing as a company interested in a nuclear burned-out system. I'll try to buy it out in a bundle of three sentences. By the way, I'll check again, is your name okay with Rising Sun?
To the man's question, "Yes," Dean said.
"It's a nascent Mafian Corp, but it's in for an excellent company designated by the Galactic Empire. You can do whatever you want as an outlaw in places, but you pay your taxes properly to the Empire. I want the local people to apprentice me."
Stay down and explain that you are one of the shareholders, Dean. What I'm saying is true, and I didn't need to tell you everything.
"That's unusual right now. He must be a thick director of loyalty to the Sacrament Empire."
Like I was interested, a man snorts in a big way. Dean shrugged in his head, "Is there such a thing as loyalty to the Empire to him," but of course he didn't say anything to his mouth. Besides, Dean himself didn't care about loyalty if it benefited the Empire.
"Come on, let's get to it. It may be an easy job, but I won't tolerate failure. If you want to make a mistake, I'll turn it over to a beacon monitor in the outer space. It's just a job to see if the sun is flashing a red light point for a day. I'm sure you'll be more stable."
When Dean said that, he himself decided to start working to earn all of New York's rights. The man looked worried about whether Dean's joke was a good thing or not, but eventually he left the room with a salute.
"Is my joke so hard to understand... and did Lord Taylor say something like that?"
All around Dean while he retrieves his mobile device. When he switched his head about what was fine, he decided to open a direct line leading to Marshal Reinhardt. I didn't bother getting the rights to the planet. I didn't need Marshal's permission or anything, but I was going to keep it in mind. He had acknowledged his prowess about Taro by himself and was convinced that there would be some sort of arithmetic about New York as well.
"No, it doesn't matter if it doesn't seem like it. It would be worth just making a loan... and I wonder if Liza would be able to get in touch with that."
Dean said that and nodded small, hoping only a little that one day Liza would not grab Taro's heart. That was unusual for Dean, who usually had very little to expect from someone.