"Stupid!
In a dark corner of the warehouse, Phantom told him to throw up. I remember him not always losing his calm, usually even on the front line, but now he even nauseated at that anger.
"I'm sorry...... it's my responsibility"
Olivia, sitting on the floor, tells her to squeeze it out with a dark lean. In response to Phantom's exasperation that it was "natural," Phantom stumbled upon the soaked NASA allies. Long hair of gold, almost close to silver, is dripping on the floor and spreading fan-shaped.
"Whatever the reason, if there was a problem, you should have said so beforehand. This may have been an inevitable situation."
Olivia lay low in her meeting with RS that there was a dissatisfied molecule inside the NASA that might lead to some kind of hardship.
Fantom didn't even know what it felt like because it was an important case of the survival of the clan, so to speak, but he thought that was why he should have consulted. It may be a theory of results, but at least the status quo is moving in a direction that is not good for both sides.
"You're right. We have an excuse. It may be the way to put it, but I think we have a cause that we were unfamiliar with negotiating matters. Something we didn't have anybody to discuss...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Olivia looks up to Phantom as if something were wrong. When Phantom ignored that gaze, he thought what was wrong.
"Hi nothing. If anything happens to the president like this, Rising Sun and its affiliates will retaliate by all means. You guys seem to think you should just do something about the ladder, but that's a mistake. That primary role is to climb up, and if you just go down to attack, a planetary landing craft will suffice."
Orbital satellite elevators were required only for the most part in terms of cost. Of course, there are points such as safety and comfort, but if you stick it in too, it aggregates to one point: cost. If so, it would not have been difficult to get to and from the planet without ignoring it.
"Really... we are really ignorant..."
Olivia looked down and began to shake her shoulders. When the droplets are puffy, they fall and a small stain spreads on the floor.
"... rather than cry, think about what's to come. And if that's what you really think, learn from it. Even if BISHOP is not available, it will be able to work the brain. The president won't discriminate against you, whether you're an outsider or not, but you're not so good as incompetent."
Phantom said so coldly, taking out his mobile device and checking the map.
"If participation in RS is not your discretion, then naturally you must have allies. Convince them. Whatever it is, we should rendezvous if we're going to take action. Where can I get in contact?
Phantom releasing the terminal to Olivia's feet. Olivia grabbed it and operated the terminal wiping tears with the back of her hand.
"A combat unit with a microphone should be in Sector Six. But the central compartment is sealed off, so we shouldn't go very far. If you're a managerial person..."
"Civilians don't care. Not now. All you need is a gun and a hand with it. Let's get moving. Explain in detail the power relations as you move."
Phantom stood up, saying so, blocking Olivia's words. He was stuck in a warehouse inside the hub after making it look like he had escaped from near the infirmary, but not always when his search hand would be returned.
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Pull the gun out of the holster and remove the safety device. Phantom wondered if the included bullet should be replaced, but ended up staying put.
"Are you going through the center?
Olivia looking insecure. Phantom thought I'd even say one of the complaints about what was going on, but I thought of it as a pretense.
"............... are you an outsider too?
Without looking at Olivia, Phantom squeaks. And "yes," Olivia said. Phantom groaned at it, taking a spare bullet out of his nostalgia.
"Not just you, but all the enemies and allies... damn, that's ironic"
Phantom once fought as the defensive side of the outsider, but now he's trying to do the opposite. Of course, I don't think NASA's rebellion is doing the right thing as an outsider's protector, but that's how they should have felt.
"This guy is a rubber bullet. If it's a bad hit, you'll die, but the others should be safe. When you know that, don't try to distract me from watching your people get shot."
Phantom ran out holding Olivia as he set the rubber bullet on his gun. Olivia's little scream came up at the rapid acceleration, but it didn't matter. The sound of his revolver firing is very loud, because it will soon fall apart, for example, where he is.
The underground city centre, which was like a packed labyrinth, had become a noise as if it had slapped a hive.
There's an armed intruder, and that's on its way to the critical part of the hub.
That's right, the first report was 15 minutes ago, but I still couldn't get rid of it. The enemy was alone and should have just come with a piece.
"What are you doing!! You guys can't even clean up one rat!!
Go to your men, Antonio, who gives you a scolding voice. My men looked down sorry, but at the same time they seemed confused about something. Antonio stopped his foot in front of his men and opened his mouth.
"... what's up. If you have something to say, just say it."
"Yes...... that, there are reports going up that the opponent is making moves that are roughly impossible for humans. I think they're probably cyborgs..."
A subordinate looking bad with a tooth cut. Antonio snorted in frustration.
"What's wrong with that? You could use a high magnetic force. If it's a cyborg, it should stop moving."
Cyborg's body is made of metal. In most cases, the surface is covered with an insulating skin, but not all areas can be protected. With even a few gaps, the high magnet should have placed a strong strain on the opponent.
"No, that's... the enemy doesn't react to magnetic forces. The same goes for electric guns."
"What do you mean? Are you human?
"For humans, the mass relative to size is too large. I don't know, didn't they make a new kind of cyborg up there?"
"Hmm. Then seal off every compartment. You can turn off the air conditioning and steam it."
"Do you have air conditioning? But we still have company nearby, don't we?
"I don't mind, do it. It's better than making more sacrifices in vain as it is now..."
Antonio feels an intense headache and reduces temples. "Just do it," he said briefly, walking out on his back just saying the matter was over.
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Continue silently down the corridor and eventually reach your own room. As Antonio sat down to the bed powerless, he held his head with both hands and roared.
"I... what are you doing? Why are NASA and RS hostile? Since when?
vague memories like haggards. Antonio tossed his painkiller pills into his mouth unmanipulatively as he flaunted his face at the headache that had become happening over the past few weeks.
"Dude, don't drink too much of that. That's a lot of side effects."
When were you there? Henry, sitting right next to Antonio, said worryingly.
"Henry... oh, I know. It's okay."
Antonio took the cross pendant out of his chest and put it on his forehead. Henry looked at Antonio like that and made a smile.
"Hey, Antonio. You, you believe in God?
"What the hell is going on? It's not creepy."
In a loosely moving armored car, Taro emits a tactical screen staring at him. The screen saw a chunk of blue light points representing allies and a band of red light points that were arranged to spread wide apart from them.
"I don't know why you haven't got your hands on me... it's odd what the attacked side would say, but if you're going to raid, I think now's your chance"
Marl peeks into the infrared scope and whines as he exercises perimeter vigilance. The Taronda Mechanical Unit is currently making a move towards the ruins, and the journey was almost at the end of it.
"If you'll just shut up and let me go, I'd love to. So I just want you to say one thing. Please come through."
The crowd of winds followed at a constant and unbroken distance so as to keep an eye on the Tarrands from a distance. Nearly two hours had already passed since the bulkhead was removed, and the possibility could not be considered that the destination was coincidentally together.
"Why don't you just hang up, Mr. Taylor? It could be a good exercise to speak up to women all over the city."
"No, no, there's no way they're walking around the city like they're coming beaming at you with cannons. I don't want to come near you."
"Ho, I'll ask, Mr. Taylor. If a beauty with a finger fold happens to be carrying a personal beam launcher in the Galactic Empire, you have to speak up?
".................. Hmm, that's a tough place to be"
"Ho ho ho, I don't care what you guys are talking about. Why don't you get a little nervous......... hey Taylor, look. The view's changing."
To Marl's voice, which looked somewhat excited, Taro switched the display of the monitor to an external camera.
"This is... what? Stone building?"
The floors and walls made of iron had at some point been cut into stone caves, I guess. The road was wide enough and there seemed to be no problem at all with the passage of tanks, but sometimes large iron plates were laid, and Taro probably expected NASA to have installed them for reinforcement or something.
"Sounds like it... and it's a long time. What the hell did you make this for? Hey, can you believe it? This must be all stone, huh?
"No, I can believe it. I can see everything. I know it's in space, but stone building on earth is rare... oh no, isn't that true? Even in 21st century Japan, we rarely see stone construction."
"Concrete is cement mixed with stones and some kind of natural product. Are you intensely okay?
"No, I don't know, but it's not okay. It was reinforced with steel inside, and there were thousands of years left without ancient Roman buildings."
"Heh, surprise. I'm sure iron won't last that long in the atmosphere. Unless it's been corrosion resistant."
"Well, I don't know what's the difference between old and new conch... ooh, there's some kind of arch. You're getting more and more old."
Over the head of the lane going down the aisle there was a huge arch made of stone. Taro decided to step out of the car and observe the shape of the entrance.
"You'll be back as soon as I call you. I don't know when Wind will attack me."
Marl, who pushes the comms and gives them to Taro. Taro said, "I know," and when he received it, he walked out toward the arch.
"Wow, I don't know if you're in there, but that sounds awesome"
The engine sound of the tank echoing in the cave was such that it was likely to become deaf even as soon as its ears were not blocked. Taro stopped his legs at the root of the pillars making up the arch as he moved into a small run through the explosion.
"That's really stone............ wow, is this marble?
As Taro used his feet to scrape the surface of the gully and column, a unique marble pattern of brown appeared from beneath a layer deposited with sandy dust.
"I wonder if this is all true. I was wondering how much money you're spending... Hmm? What's this?"
Something hit my foot. As Taro crouched in and explored the sand, a thin metal plate about a meter long emerged from it. Taro said, "I wonder what it would be. When I stared at it, I tried to turn it upside down."
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The letters that emerged, found there. Taro clumsily slammed down the disturbing sand as he touched the metal plate with his trembling hands.
"... it's... it's English... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's the NASA Colonial Memorial Museum. Wow, here, America?
It would be America if it were a NASA museum, Taro emitting without any concern. But the voice greatly discouraged itself as to whether this desolate earth was still Earth.
"America...... America.................. ha. Let's show it to everyone."
Look up at the ceiling and sigh heavily. When Taro dropped his eyes to the plate again, he loved the nostalgic English letters.
And I found it, a small letter written at the bottom.
Taro looks open, looks up, and rushes out. He lifted the metal plate wide, desperately spinning his leg, which was about to snap.
"No!! That was different!! Yay!! No!!
Towards the armoured car waiting for his companions, Taro ran grumpy.
On the small string of plates he had, it said:
- establish this in the name of God and the United States in this land, the first colonial planet to be remembered -