"Hey Marr, how's it going over there? Good?"
In the corridor at the base of the orbital satellite elevator, Planet Newk spoke out when Taro found Marr with the paperwork in one hand with a difficult face.
"Oh, Taylor. That was just great. I need to talk to you about future progress, so why don't we have lunch?
Marl, who noticed Taro, said as he slapped the paperwork in his hand in a fed up manner. Taro had just finished discussing the bones of the new Ladderbase defense plan with Alan and Phantom, so he put his thumbs up and smiled.
"Well, I'm not the kind of person who could say no to a beautiful woman."
"Hey, look at this. It's a budget outlook for NASA's reconstruction plan, but it's a little bit of a laugh. We need to get this through the council."
"Unexpected through!?... No, it's not unexpected. As usual."
"How many bumps are you talking about? Look, what are you ordering?
Marl made sure to cut the sky and moved his hand. Then Taro's BISHOP was sent a menu list of the dining room. That was most commonly eaten in the Galactic Empire, but some of them were lined up with natural foods, as well as dishes that evolved proprietary in NASA.
"Well, I've already seen the menu lately......... no, no, wait a minute. I know the daily lunch, and I know the chef's recommendations. But what is this gambling of the day? That's crazy. And why is it dochromatically marked on the side? It bothers me, but it's scary."
"I don't know. Why don't you ask me?
"You asked me to think you were other HR... Okay, let's call Alan. If it's a treat, it'll come."
"Uh, you'll come. I don't know anything about it, but it always seems like I don't have any money. What if I call you around Phantom?
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
"Oh, you're sure to be angry"
"I don't know, but I don't want to gamble there"
When they arrived at the busy dining room at mealtime, they walked out to a seat lined with already ordered meals. It had become a normal habit to place pre-orders in a cafeteria that was never narrow, but where supply had not kept pace with demand. Sitting and waiting until the food arrives creates a waste of time occupying seats.
"Personally, I don't even hate the excitement time until the food comes out...... sorry a little behind you"
Taro passed behind the two men who were speaking in the aisle, karate chopping through the sky. The two men looked back in some annoyance, but eventually it took the place of a stunned look.
"All rise!! To the commander, hey hey hey hey hey hey!!
High volume emitted in the ear. "What are you doing!?" and Taro sits low in posture. Then the humans who were in the dining room stood up simultaneously, saluting at the same time as if they had measured. But I suppose it was because it was a sudden event, and the poor thing was scattered by those who had pasta-like objects sticking out of their mouths, and those who had obviously spilled their drinks on their clothes.
"... uh, we don't need a salute in the cafeteria here. Recruits, perhaps?
In silence, Marl emitted like trouble.
"Ha!! We were assigned to the 2nd Tank Regiment today! Distinguished Commander, and Vice Commander!
Recruits who speak up in an excited way. Marl looks at it and flaunts his shoulders and throws his gaze toward Taro. "No, well, the... aye, hello," Taro replied, bewildered by the floating longing look of the recruit and the word 'respect'.
"You must have been carefully educated at Phantom's military school, but you don't have to worry about that much. Besides, if I stay with this guy for a month, I'll be disillusioned. You shouldn't expect much. I'm a virgin."
"No, I can't deny it, but isn't there any more kind way to put it! And the virginity doesn't matter!?
"And well, it's Nori you see"
Marl with a clear appearance and Taro sticking out into the penetration. Several veteran employees who have seen such interaction around them are grinning slightly.
"No, that, what can I say. You two are well heard about those things. But still, it doesn't change our esteemed heart. What are you two doing on the Ladderbase defensive line... oh, you're doing just fine"
When the recruit turned his neck only slightly, he looked at the large screen provided for the cafeteria wall. When I looked at you so that Taro would be prompted, I could confirm what seemed to be the drama on the air. Taro threw one over to Marr when he held two teas that had already been placed.
"Turn around the guerrilla platoon at 3 o'clock!! Siege them with your tank squad!!
A set supposedly mimicking a rudder base - I guess it's actually a CG - a striking one man with dark hair who speaks up so much as he walks over it. The man was a beautiful man as if he had jumped out of the world of painting, showing a grand style on a battlefield with beam rays flying across him.
"Roger that, Commander. But we'll take care of this, and you're on your way to the princess."
There will be more than two meters tall, a man of good stature with muscle armor emits toward a dark-haired man. The dark-haired man raised his hand to the man, almost like a gorilla, and answered, he ran off somewhere.
"Out of the way!! Out of the way!!"
A monster of a machine that seems to be many winds, obstructing the brunette man from moving on. When the man could easily deflect the attacks they were launching, he shot out exactly what seemed to be the enemy's steeple with the gun in his hand.
"I'm here to help!! Are you all right!!
When the man entered the facility somewhere, he shouted and asked around. And in the middle of the room surrounded by countless terminals, he discovered the figure of a woman with a large wound to her back.
"Oh... you've come... I'll be fine"
Beauty spinning so with a painful look. Never before has the word "beauty of the world" suited her better. The woman collapsed, trying to reach the man who ran over.
"Sorry I'm late..."
"Yeah, it's okay...... is it okay up there?
"Ah. You'll have all settled in a moment. Now Alan's in command."
"Yes. Then don't worry...... hey, hold me harder. It's cold..."
Soon a pale woman looked at the man's chest and the man hugged the woman to respond to it.
"Oh... I love you, Taylor. Me... don't forget me"
"Of course, Marl. I'll never forget you."
In the dining room, tons of tea spit out of Taro's mouth. Neighborhood sprays tea in the same way, the look of a marl that can be vehemently defied.
"Absolutely... hey, wait a minute!! What the fuck!! Us!?
"Ho ho ho ho ho...... so, who gives you permission to make one of these!!
Head to the recruits, who are supposed to have absolutely nothing to do with the drama on the air, and the two of them attack each other with their mouths.
"It's the most popular drama right now. The truth about the planet Newk offensive, that's a masterpiece of all 48 hours. Didn't you know?
"I don't know!! I mean, Taylor's too handsome. Actually, this is it, isn't it?
"What the hell is this? SUNE!? Even Marl like that...... oh no, should Marl be real? Drama is fiction in that sense. It was a complete gorilla. Alan was pretty close to the real thing though."
"Oh, what are you talking about... well, that's it. I don't like good-looking..."
"Yes, yes, a treat, a treat. We're gonna have a coup. Damn it. How about that one of mine? You weren't completely human, were you? What's a gorilla? What planet creature?"
A voice heard from the entrance to the dining room. When you two turn around, there's Alan looking fed up.
"If you ask me if I can have lunch for free, what kind of observation do you see that even if I pay for it, the sight is spreading that I don't want to see? Damn, I'd be one or two of those women if I cared."
"Hey, what are you talking about? If I say so, so will we. It's a terrible drama!
"Yes, it is. You can't forgive me for using people on my own! Look, let's eat. Rice. Stand up, you moron!
Tailang pulls the chair and encourages Alan. Alan sits there whilst complaining about some bumps. When Taro and Marl sat in their chairs in a somewhat mundane manner, they got knives and forks along with the "I'll take it" hanging that had become a habit at some point.
"Is there an insulation lid? What kind of dish is mine?
A metal lid that for some reason was only worn on Alan's dishes. Alan taking it away in an exciting way.
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Three overlapping silences. What emerged from under the lid was a very normal stew.
(Damn, what do you call a hit? What would have happened if it had been off the hook?
Taro looks at Alan's plate on the side while eating his own dish. Looking next door, Marr seemed to care more about Alan in the same way.
"Hmm......... somehow, that's normal dining room food. I suddenly said it was a treat, so I thought you were being set up for some kind of flirting."
While eating the food, Alan tells it off without saying anything. And a giddy taro.
"Then you're an idiot. He always takes care of me, so I guess he does it once in a while."
"Well, well. Right. Hardly…………"
Suddenly stopping words, Alan looking at the front distance as surprised.
"A, Alan? Hey, what's up? Like super hard, actually? Bitter or sour? Which one?"
"............ I know"
"Huh?"
"I know. I know. I know everything. What is this? I think I'll be able to reach the depths of the universe in a little while. No, rather it's already arrived, isn't it?
"Hey, huh? What, what are you talking about? Alan?"
"... Hey Taylor, can I ask you one thing?
"Huh? Ah, ah. What?"
"What's an acacic record?
"No!! You can't see that!! Chef!! Ri Ri Ri Ooh!! Someone is about to wake up to something with your dish!! I see something I shouldn't see. Ugh!!
Screaming Taro. Soon the head cook and thoughtful man showing up from the back of the kitchen. He shrugged as he glanced at the panicking taruns.
"Ooh, Ataridesne"
"Catacotto!? And hit!? Not detached!? How many are you putting in!! What powder did you put in your hand?
"Syranay. comgicocananicada"
"No!! Not that flour!!
Taro seizes the flour (?) and seizes another Alan he was about to mouth. However, it does not extend to pushing and retaining the forged Alan, trying to continue eating as if there was no resistance whatsoever.
"SE, Tank Squad!! First assignment!! Grab Alan!!
"Sa, sir! Jesus!"
We're gonna hit Alan. Together. But I don't deal with tank soldier recruits and land combat veterans at all, and recruits are thrown from next to next, as if in a comic book.
"Taylor!! What's a Necronomicon? Aah!!
"No. Yes!! You can't see that either. Yeah!!
Alan eating stew. Tank soldiers who are desperate.
It ended up going on until Phantom appeared who heard the noise.
"Hey Taylor. What's a swaff cell? Alan was screaming while Phantom held him."
"No, I don't know, and I don't want to know. I don't know more if there is. You know, Alan was so strong. It's a monster. That."
Taro squeaks when he sees the scattered dining room. There were fallen recruits all around him, and nurses with first-aid kits were treating them.
"Weren't you powered by flour?
I don't care. I care, Marl. "You're not laughing!!" and Taro poking in.
"We need to enforce the drug law soon... I'm surprised it's legal."
"Depending on the type, there are fewer illegal areas for drugs. Taylor, what about the future of New York?"
"Huh? Oh, no, you came here with that story... what? Did something bad happen to you?
"No, it's not like something happened. Simpler. We don't have enough budget for migration."
"Oh, I knew it?
"Yep. places of residence for millions of people and the defense facilities attached to them. And a tank squad. Not very much, but we can't bribe it alone. We need a new level of budget to build a big space station."
"Ugh. Seriously. Then we'll just have to twist it out of the Alliance's budget......... no, I don't think we can get through Congress."
Think about the Alliance Congress held regularly, Taro with a bitter face.
Planet Newk, which, however habitable, is almost logically possible, is close to its level. The nearby mineral resources have been mined and are unlikely to reach the market in places such as the best to allocate them to domestic demand. Biological resources do not exist and it is difficult to bring the workforce to and from the characteristics of outsiders. Even though it was somewhat better with orbital satellite elevators, transport costs are still higher compared to stations that can be transported directly into space. Whatever you think, it was hard to say it was promising as an investment destination.
"Right. Honestly, I think it's hard. But if we're going to look around New York from corner to corner, we need to do something to create a stable base. Unless we're going to spend 10 years and 20 years doing this."
"Hey, you just can't wait. I don't know when the information about the planet will be wasted by Waindo............ hmm, what's wrong with it? I can't think of anything other than persuasive material to complain about my mood."
"Congress won't work in the mood. It would trigger an antagonistic choice, but this one has no choice. We all disagree."
"Right. Normally, I'd disagree with you."
The redevelopment of New York is true when it comes to helping people, but that's not the only way to help people. There are still many people in the RS Alliance who suffer from poverty, and it was only natural that we should turn to those who are more effective if we spend the same amount. If NASA - that is, the purpose of a planet that cannot be shared with others - were to be taken care of, it would have taken a good reason.
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I wonder what's wrong with you two.
In contrast to the noisy dining room, the silence between the two continued for a long time.
Then, a meeting was held at Rising Sun to gather various opinions, but it was still not possible to produce a satisfactory proposal. Without omitting the point of the ancient legacy, the charm of Planet New York was too scarce.
But surprisingly, in the end, we will find a wonderful plan that everyone will be convinced of.
And it was discovered by an unexpected person.