Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

"Yay, thanks!

The man shouted so with relief at the huge shadow on the radar screen. There were only a few more shield residues left on the man's transporter, the trader, and his fate was on the verge of becoming either a hostage for ransom or a dust in space in no time.

"They're getting away. Son of a bitch! You guys are gonna sink in here!

A man's partner screams. As he put it, the three ships that were obstinately attacking their ships were beginning to accelerate at all costs in the direction opposite to the giant shadows that had not yet warped in.

"Hehe, really... but you're a big ship. You even came to the station's defensemen?

The giant ship that emits identification signals representing its allies was the largest ever seen by a man.

"Maybe a shield ship or something. I'll see if the shipment's safe, so you keep in touch with me."

That's what my partner says and leaves the narrow cockpit. "Okay," the man replied, sending a comm request signal toward the giant ship.

- "Yellow alert: fast debris approaching" -

A warning statement flowing into a man's BISHOP. The man tries to perform the evasive manoeuvre function reflexively, but when he sees it, Debri seemed like a route that passes some distance from the ship.

"Is there a debris in this place as well? I need to be careful........................ whoa, what the fuck!?

Light overflowing from the rear of the ship. When a man switched the display to a monitor that reflected the rear of the hull, one of the three fleeing ships was shown to explode.

"Did you hit the debris earlier? Ha, you're an unlucky guy!

Even today, when the debris incineration laser has evolved sufficiently, it does not mean that the collision with the debris has completely disappeared. There was a question as to why it exploded, but it didn't matter. The other two vessels seemed to have driven out somewhere, but the man felt somewhat chesty at the end of one unlucky vessel.

"" Hello, are you okay? ""

A voice heard from a comms machine. When the man opened the line of communication, he switched his tired face to a smile.

"Oh, thank God. I wondered what would happen for a while. Thank you. That's the station's ship...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The information sent by the communication line as additional information indicated the ship type to which the communication was directed as' Battleship '.

"" Aye, this is Battleship Plum. I received a distress call, so I came to help, but it's a restricted area around here, isn't it? Do you have a permit? ""

A man's face catches on to the voice from the comms machine. There was no one around here who did business and didn't know the name of the Battleship Plum. Ultra-Kilometre Battleship built by Alliance Stop. With an air carrier featured assault, at the end of the day if they chased me, I don't know how, but even a ship loaded with stealth equipment seemed sure to find me.

"" You can't think about running away or anything. Perhaps you'll find it, and more importantly, the operating expenses won't be foolish, so please don't let me use the extra fuel. ""

"I can't believe we're trying to escape... uh, we just got here recently, and, uh, didn't know it was off-limits..."

"" Yes, yes, yes. Because all violators say the same thing. I'll escort you to the nearest station, so you can sign on to pay the fine by then. It's pretty expensive, but it's better if you have a life. ""

A merciless proclamation. The man fell in disappointment.

"Thirty-two... you don't have any more kiri."

At the bridge of Battleship Plum, Marr said in a fed up manner. "That's right," Taro nodded in a sigh of sigh, as he completely agreed with it.

"You didn't run...... boring. You can't hide and hide from ghosts alone."

Etta about Plum's superradar whining about her dissatisfaction. Taro grinned small at it, sneezing and stroking Etta's hair.

"Thankful. Do me a favor when I need you again... are you all right for today?

Taro glances at the watch and confirms that it is time for Etta to go to bed. Her abilities will never be demonstrated without adequate rest and sleep.

"Right. After that, we'll be fine. Good night, Etta."

That's what Marl says and waves. Etta nodded small at it and left the bridge in some dangerous footsteps.

"Nevertheless, you're a pirate... I knew it existed itself, but there are so many of them"

Pirate damage occurring not only within the RS Alliance territory, but also throughout the Alpha universe. Each one of them, even if not on a large scale in itself, was of considerable damage when viewed in its entirety.

"Small- and medium-sized businesses and individual business owners suffer because large ships are not targeted, right? I don't care how many illegal vendors are targeted like this one, but we have to do something about it. Something that slows down economic movement."

Marl wrinkled between her eyebrows and put her arms together like what was wrong.

Pirate ships are mostly fast, small ships centered around frigates, and it was rare for ships with more than a certain amount of combat power to be targeted. The majority of those targeted were people who earned their living through small deals and transportation, as well as the nagging escorts.

But unlike the Imperial Centre, where large-scale organisation is taking place, the proportion of SMEs here in the outer space is very high, and that was a major problem. Especially in the midst of the successive emergence of start-ups, as in the current Alliance territory, a project to motivate their employers was likely to have a significant impact in the future. Taronda was actively engaged in sentinel activities on major routes in conjunction with training in fleet operations, but the areas that had to be protected were vast and it was simply impossible to keep an eye on everything.

"By the way, Mr. Taylor, I have one question. Earlier, the pirate ship and thoughtful ship blew up with the bomb, but you used a bomb on the warhead?

Undiscouraged voice of Xiao Mei. Xiaomei was rolling in the shape of a sphere on the seat she was supposed to use, which was originally a human form. The man-type prosthetic body, which was malfunctioning due to the fine sand on the planet Newk, was currently undergoing precision maintenance. She temporarily recommended using another prosthetic body, but she refused to do so.

"No, no, it's just a full armor bullet. You're too harsh for a frigate with a large caliber bomb or something. I'm sure you're willing to kill him. It was the engine I was after... Hmm, I knew that wasn't what I was after?

One of the possibilities that came to mind is that Taro returns it with a bitter face. And then Marl said, "Oh, my God, what's going on?" He said with a face like a child who had been taken off the hook.

"Yeah, Miss Marr. Perhaps it wasn't caused by Mr. Taylor's shelling, it was probably a 'suicide bomber'. It's not self-sinking. As Miss Marr knows, it seems roughly difficult to think of a situation in which a nuclear fusion engine commonly used in the Galactic Empire would cause enough damage to involve the hull to detonate. And this has happened several times before."

Calm voice color, Xiao Mei. Plus show how Marl figured some things out.

"It's not a self-immolation, it's a self-destruct... I don't have to see for sure, that's when all the crew members die instantly, right? Sure, piracy is a felony, but unlike Dingo territory, it doesn't mean you're going to be on death row this way. So... did you want to hide something?

Marl, with his index finger up, whines as he thinks. And when Taro said, "Maybe," Marl frowned, "But."

"It's not a bombing since we escaped, it's a suicide bombing involving the crew? When you do, you die, but what you wanted to protect is probably information. But why would a pirate give you that information?

"No, I don't know that. If this is the opponent of a large group of pirates, I'm guessing it's their stronghold, their base location, or the mastermind's information."

"You've never heard of such a big pirate organization before. Most of the people being prosecuted are individuals, or at most ten of them. I wonder how companion you are."

"No. If they're trying to protect themselves and their money, they can easily sell their people. That's the difference with the space mafia. Neither benevolence nor decency."

"Yeah... well, you don't know what pirates think."

Marl flaunts his shoulder in such a way as a lift. The two of them spent a while silently thinking, but in the end the answer seemed unlikely.

Green on one side. All the walls were covered in ultraviolet light and stretched and growing twigs, with fruits dripping from the ceiling like grapes that had not yet ripened. The lawn was laid on the floor, glittering with water droplets sprayed from the sprinkler. All the benches and tables installed were made of wood and surprisingly all of them were alive. They are kept alive in a way that people can use for desks, chairs, etc. The only thing that could barely be called an artifact was the thick door, the exit of the room.

It can be said that the extremes of luxury are only tolerated by a limited number of people in the galaxy. So the woman, the lord of the room, was forgiving in an unbridled manner. The tense and abundant flesh is twenty of them, but the actual age was just past forty. She was paying large amounts of credit to anti-aging companies, but that was such an amount that could be ignored in proportion to her income.

"Squad B121, encounter the RS Alliance flagship on sentry. One ship is self-destructed from unnavigability due to engine havoc. Two ships leave the area. The attack was caused by an example live ammunition weapon........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... It's a terrible weapon."

When the woman finished reading the terminal report at hand, she smiled backwards and squealed like that, not with the thoughts she had spoken.

"If I were to fight, what would I do? If I were ready to fight with five or six battleships? Heh, that's going to be a nice picture."

The woman was bored by the frantic destruction footage when she imagined five ships capable of engaging in fierce warfare with Rising Sun's newly built battleship.

"I'm sorry, sister, but it won't happen. The reality is that more than three times as many fleets surround their opponents."

From a woman's feet, another woman's voice. The Lord of the voice, who was falling asleep on the ground, slowly stood up and hand-paid off the lawn about his body.

"You have no dreams, Yotta. You need romance on the battlefield, don't you?

When the woman said so, she put the terminal on her desk and stood up. The woman stroked her sister's face gently as she walked under the other.

"I don't know, Sister Etta. The battle isn't all about winning?

My sister said in the same voice as my sister. "Maybe so," my sister murmured, gently stroking her sister's jaw again, who looked exactly the same as her.

She thought that face was the most beautiful in the galaxy.