"Huge space, huh? I don't know, I just have a bad feeling."
Marl, who had a glass of alcohol - real glass!! - said frigidly in a talking room for executives in the base of the orbital elevator. I need a card key with executive class authority to get into the room. That was great for telling important stories.
"I agree with you. I don't care what you think, Wind's Nest."
Taro was fed up and threw both legs out onto the couch when he checked the data that Phantom had brought home on his device.
"Mr. Taylor, it would be wiser if you didn't lift your legs. Unlike stations, there is a lot of sand and dust."
To Xiao Mei's point, Taro put his foot down in a panic, "Oh, that's it," he said. Then I lifted my legs and peeked at the soles of my shoes, and I was able to confirm some sand stains on the carved anti-slip crease. This could not have been a clean station life.
"You were right to keep all equipment airtight. Apparently the terminal or something that the staff brought in personally was hit pretty sandy."
Alan brings up a device with a rubber cover to show. Taro said to it, "Right?" He returned a grin he was good at.
"There's a place on Earth where there's only sand called desert. I've heard that there's sand going into precisely built cameras and stuff. I thought it was all too weak to be made on the premise of using it in space."
Taro said so, adding in his heart, "Now everything is deserted."
"But when you actually go down to earth like this, you really see how little information there is about life on the planet. No matter how many neural nets you search, only a fraction of the information comes out. I wonder why there are so few."
Marl, who seems a little grumpy. And Xiaomei continued, "Probably."
"It's simply because no one's interested. As you know, the vast majority of humans reside on space stations and only a very small number of humans use the earth as a place of life. Also, companies that own habitable planets will have their own know-how, but they won't want to get that information out there."
"Oh well... but maybe when you say it. I might not have been interested in this situation at all."
"It seems that many of the citizens of the Empire have captured habitable planets, simply to the extent of large asteroids, Miss Marr. Big asteroids are strange rhetoric."
Xiao Mei looks a little off. When Taro laughed small at it, he awoke the strong liquor he had finally gotten used to these days.
"We're going to explore the planet in its entirety, so we're just going to have to come and make sure one by one. I've asked Lynn for information for once, but she doesn't seem to be very fragrant. Sounds like there's a lot of disagreement with the companies under the umbrella."
Glass with your finger, raised one eyebrow Taro. There you go. "How's Dean?," said Alan.
"Maybe that makes it fatal. He said he would contact the Planetary Development Organization (Terraform Center), so I think a lot of information will come soon. Wow, they take my money."
Disgruntled Taro. There Alan put his arms together, "No."
"It should be a lot cheaper than investigating everything independently. If you want to reduce the risk, you've never gone beyond that... but right? Then you can expect it."
Alan looking somewhat relieved. The Planetary Development Organization (TERAFORM CENTER) is basically an organization for the development of imperial territory, not a laboratory for the widespread dissemination of knowledge. Though paid, it was rare in itself to facilitate companies on the periphery that could be a potential threat.
"Well, I guess so. By the way, I'd like to go to the source of the SOS after it's properly equipped, Mr. Phantom. How's it going there?
Phantom who gets a ta-rang gesture and snorts "Hmm".
"You want to avoid any more far-fetched behavior than you know who they are. I don't know what a ground-based wine looks like, but it shouldn't be an easy opponent to get rid of. At least the guards couldn't beat them at the time, could they?
Newk was forced to enter the Wind and expel mankind. Predictions by Dean. From the anticipation that the Empire had abandoned it, perhaps the Empire's land war had not fought head-on, but it was nevertheless difficult to believe that the companies at the time had not placed guards for policing.
"Well, that's right. After all, since the creation of a large ground weapon."
Taro recalls blurring and ordering weapons from the Department of Technology and Development. I ordered to Makina relying on faint memories. It was still unknown if that would help, but it seemed much better than without it.
"An example tank, right? Sure, I heard it was ten meters or so, but is that okay? Assuming your opponent had a battleship class ground weapon, we need to fight that, too, right?
Marl tilts his neck and expresses his immensity by gesturing.
"No. That's probably not true, Miss Marr."
With his usual faceless expression, Xiao Mei looks more like Mar. "Why?" Marr told Xiaomei, putting up a terminal to show. There's some, complicated formula there.
"It's a matter of grounding pressure, Miss Marr. Unlike the universe, there are two elements here: gravity, which cannot be erased, and the ground, which supports matter. If you create an object of too large a mass, it sinks to the ground. Mr. Taylor said an infinite orbit is used in a weapon called a tank, probably because it's not just a question of trampling, it's a question of ground pressure."
The display of Xiao Mei's terminal switches to display a cute graffiti-like image that appears to be a tank with a track. That went on the ground written with a line, eventually plunging into the ground and being unable to move.
"I see... but shouldn't it be fixed? So much so that a building or something can stand."
To Marl's question, now Alan raised his hand.
"Of course it's possible, but a weapon you can't move won't do you any good. Anyway, if you can use beams and shields like the universe, it just becomes targeted on the ground. I know it's embarrassing that you were here, but that's what it is at best. You don't have to deal with him, you just have to hit him with a guided bomb from a distance."
Apparently he was convinced by Alan's explanation, and Marr nodded in such a way as to be.
"All right, let's use SOS communication source confirmation and investigation as the spindle for a while and act modestly. If you have any information, you can send me any details."
Taro stands up and looks around. No objection was raised, and that was a decision.
"" This is punter one. No abnormalities were seen around the area. I arrived at the appointment point, but I don't see anything in particular. Ask for instructions ""
Communication with mixed noise, sent inside the car. Taro smashed his tongue into a narrow BISHOP of communication bandwidth as he grabbed the comms machine in the back seat of a narrow armored car. Unlike spacecraft, armoured vehicles running on the ground cannot be equipped with large BISHOP communication mechanisms.
"This is Chiha. I want you to stay on perimeter alert with punter two. SOS is being sent every two hours, so it's time for the next one."
When Taro checked the time on the electronic seat of his arm, he shifted his eyes to Marl, who would sit in the passenger seat.
"I'm ready for you. The other two are in constant position, so you should be able to determine the exact position."
That's what I'm gonna say. I'm gonna get my thumbs up, Marr. When Taro returned a similar gesture, he shifted his eyes to a sheet-shaped tactical screen. Unlike the universe, the screen was planar enough.
"This is the time to do it... damn, it's not a mole beating."
This was already the fifth reconnaissance investigation by 200 combat vehicles, including prototype tanks. None of them were able to identify the source and were about to return with their bare hands. The reason is that the SOS originates from different sources every time, so it was distributed over a fairly wide range. Initially, the idea of keeping the installed radar inside was also conceived, but that was difficult. Because the equipment gets hit with sand.
"Maintenance costs aren't foolish, and it feels like you really need help."
Marl looking fed up. Besides, Xiaomei, holding the handle in the cockpit, replied, "Maybe there's something going on, Miss Marr," looking at the front.
"Reason..."
Taro knocks down the seat and hands behind his head.
"How about because there's someone else out there besides us who doesn't want them to trace the source? It's like a human being living in hiding and frightened of the wind."
Taro turns his gaze toward Marl again. Take that, Marl, and show a little thought.
"I don't know... I know it's hard, but I can't say for sure it's impossible. Normally, it's most likely that the automated transmitter is still running, but that's not funny. How's it going with the Winds fighting each other?
"No, no, it can't be. If that's the case, the universe will be a little more peaceful."
"Well, right......... Taylor, here we are!!
Marl, who looked relaxed, turns to the passenger seat device with a serious look. As Taro hurried himself out, he stared at it with a monitor.
"It's close......... it's only a 25-kilometer point southeast. All cars from HQ!! I'll send the coordinates, so move there. Don't fail to be vigilant!!
"" Punter one, copy. ""
"Punter two, roger that."
"" Teager one, roger. Lead the way in the second type of alert formation...... hey Taylor. You think this one's a hit? ""
The voice of understanding returned from each car. To the words of Alan, captain of Teager 1 unit, Taro returns "I don't know".
"Whether it hits or falls off, this is the last time. If you can't do this, dig a hole in your temper."
Taro had already ordered a large number of large excavators. Since the SOS originator is always located above a cavity that extends underground, there was no doubt that it was a call from the bottom. Then it's a cheap idea that you should dig it, but at least that was for sure.
"People, money, time take different digits... but well, I hope you find me this time"
Taro grinned bitterly that when he tried to pray and whine so, he would not be the only one who thought so. Almost everyone, with the exception of Alan, who has training experience in land warfare, will find it easy to shake and vibrate unfamiliar. Taro himself had swollen buttocks and wondered if the most needed consumables in New York these days would be damp cloths.
"Well, you'll find out in an hour or so."
Markers placed on tactical screens. a destination. It was slowly approaching over time.