"The other side has turned down a harmonious interview. I don't think I can do the ceremony anymore."
In the operational conference room of Gemini, the proud state-of-the-art battleship of the Mercenaries, a man dividing up practice said to his two female bosses.
"The RS Alliance is in too abnormal shape. The ceremony is democratic. It is not made to accommodate such a ridiculous form of politics. Irregular. It's not like the ceremony is crazy."
Said Etta, looking annoyed. The man could not agree with her words, but remained silent.
He knew that she had something of a sense of respect in Coleman - naturally, the ceremony it made as well. I also felt that I was thus somewhat blind, and that I would eventually have a problem, but still didn't think I needed to pinch an extra mouth right now. Because it didn't matter which way it was actually weird. In both cases, there was no change in the inability to use the formula in this case.
"There are other big differences in input values. This doesn't give the right answer. As for the top Taylor, for example, I underestimated it too much. The C-judgment on the mind test is probably a deception, isn't it? Industries are also industries, and there's no other reason to falsify them."
Etta turning to the Rising Sun representative on the holograph and turning a grim gaze. "That sounds like it," the man now agreed, turning his gaze toward the other woman with the same face.
"You must have seen it straight away. How'd it go?"
Don't blur. Voice color. And Yotta, my sister, snorted.
"I'm not stupid. What you're showing around is a fake. He's always been like a naughty kid, but the speed of thinking is amazing. I wonder if there's five times as much traffic with BISHOP as there is with regular people. Probably Gifted."
Yotta speaks to remind me of what happened back then. And Etta laughed intriguingly.
"That's nice. Accelerator?"
"No, you're not, sister. It was multiple simultaneous, so it's probably multitasking. There was something similar in New Eden."
"Hey, I'm not listening to you. Isn't it just a woman named Marl who holds gifts?
A man breaks in. Yotta turned a thin gaze at the man, as if he had been offended.
"What am I going to do when I tell you about gifts that are specific to battle? You're not gonna be on the front line anyway, are you?
"... I'm not stupid enough to talk to an expert. But right. Combat specialization? That's fine."
The man summing up the Mercenaries' practice shook his hand in front of his face, sighing a small relief. He had always felt very strongly how horrible Boosted Man and Gifted's abilities were. Because I still have two of those horrible beings in front of me.
"This gifted named Marr, but try to catch me without killing me. I definitely want it here as a consistency of post-war reparations. It should be a lot more useful than compensation."
Said the man as he showed Marl on the display. When I saw it, Etta opened her mouth with a small laugh.
"Oh, I didn't know you were a pedophile."
"Just kidding. Why don't you just glance at the report from down there a little bit more? This woman named Marr, she's a real monster. Mother machines for products manufactured by Rising Sun, but more than 60% of them are due to her unique design. That's the only thing that's patented, so the reality would be higher. It's only been less than a year, huh? You know what that means?
Mother machines are machines for creating machines and become the most important machines for manufacturing. Since it is difficult for a machine made of a mother machine to produce more accuracy than the mother machine, all subsequent products will be affected by the performance of the mother machine.
While a common mother machine uses a versatile 3D printer that reads and sharpens out 3D drawings, this is not the case when making machines that are used for special applications. Various are ultra-high precision, high durability, or ultra-large, all of which are very difficult to design and manufacture, and in most cases specialist developers exist. In other words, it was not a substitute for the individual to create one new design after another.
"Hmm... you mean better than our basic development team?
"I'm not talking about it. If you guys are going to take Phantom and Sonnerman, I'm going to get Doctor Alzimov with this woman. You don't mind, do you?
"Yes. You can do whatever you want. More about preparing for the declaration of war, but I heard it wasn't very fragrant. What are you going to do after all?
Etta said like she was bored. The man was angry at the indifference, but swallowed it all the time.
"Unfortunately, I guess I'll have to make up a proper say. I wish they would have made a condemnation statement about the G3..."
Unlike the Outlaw Corp, which lives in outer space, it was very important for the Mercenaries, who do business within the Galactic Empire, to have a big name for declaring war. It was not a good thing to ignore it, even though it was some because the other person was not a similar company within the Empire.
And as far as the Mercenaries' mythology was concerned, it was intended to make Rising Sun's condemnation of the G3 planning station a factual and rootless slander, and that a major reason for declaring war. The station could have been destroyed in the middle of the war, and depending on the flow, it could have been moved to space after the occupation.
"You mean there's a guy around your head. When you can make a political decision, I wonder if this woman named Bella... Bella. I've heard that somewhere."
"He's the master of the Alpha system. It's a space mafia famous for its former head of guns and rules, and for continuing to defend its boundaries with outer space without a fleet. You'll be good at political rushing. He must have delivered our HAD."
"Oh yeah. I don't like it, I can't believe we're fighting our business partners"
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When the man turned his contempt gaze to Etta's talk, he took a deep breath and then cut out, "There is another problem in relation".
"There is little hope of obtaining a proactive cooperation from the companies concerned. Perhaps it will almost take the form of a head office on its own"
"Yes, but it doesn't matter. It was originally meant to be, and it's not very desirable for a head office other than G3 to head into that universe."
"Were you going to do it alone............ can you win?
The man who asks because he wasn't told about the fight. Plus I threw up "Don't be ridiculous" just because Etta was unpleasant.
"The battle power ratio is eight to one, and the total production is more than ten times higher, right? It's hard to think about, but just in case you lose the fleet showdown. But that's what it is. We're not just talking about building the next fleet right away. We can do it, we can't do it over there. How do you want me to lose this?
That's what I'm gonna say and stand up, Etta. "Hmm," the man snorted, following her with his eyes as he walked out to the door.
"I hope you keep your mouth shut and set up your practice. I want you to have the ships as planned... Oh, yeah."
Etta looked back in front of the open door and tilted her neck towards the man.
"For once, may I ask why? the principal cooperation of the affiliate and the reasons why it is not possible to do so."
To Etta's question, the man closed his eyes and then answered.
"... a declaration of war premised on the use of force against pornographic goods manufacturing companies. Every company has returned the same reply. What the hell kind of joke is that?
If asked to name the most important places in the Galactic Empire Center, most Galactic Empire citizens answer two things: Delta and Andore. One as the heart of the economy and the other as the heart of politics.
"Hmm? What's up, son-in-law? Was there anything unusual about it?
Sakura walking in front of Taro emitted as she looked back. "Yes, no," Taro replied with a pulled face, looking at the huge building stretching from left to right.
One aerial corridor running through the center of an ultra-large station. None of the buildings at the end of the branches extending from there to the left or right are bordered by the ground. Everything was extending downwards in the form of a hanging from the station ceiling, which was like a white, giant belly cave.
Fine sculptures were carved everywhere in the building materials. They were made to match the calm design tones of the entire station, only occasionally brown was present in addition to monochrome. All of them were made of natural objects such as trees and stones, which overwhelmed the beholder. When even the Earth-raised Taro would be so overwhelmed, Taro imagined how much fear the citizens of the Galactic Empire would feel.
"You can't just go into the palace. As usual, there will be an exchange, but I don't have an invitation right now."
Sakura looks far forward, the destination of an aerial corridor that runs through the centre. Turning over so that Taro could follow him, he looked up at the palace where His Majesty the Emperor lived, which would unite the Galactic Empire. A huge, white palace that shows no sign of ever approaching on foot from earlier. A polished outer wall reflected the ambient light, which shined as if it were a crystal.
"Yes, no, I'm not going in, and I don't think I'll have a chance to go in in the future... has Sakura ever been there?
"Of course I do. My mother is pulling the earl's currents. Now the chances have diminished, but I was often invited to an exchange meeting. I've never met His Majesty, but I've heard it before."
Sakura with her hands on her hips and her bragging chest. When Taro spoke out of his mind, "Yep," he was strangely impressed that this was what it was like to grow up differently in the true sense. Some of the memories of being blurry included the experience of envying you as a classmate living in a small, beautiful house or something, but such things seemed, in the end, to be only compared to the upper classes in these true ways.
"Look, I got it. That's it."
As the two of us walked down the main street of Anderstation for a while, Sakura stopped and said so. Taro glanced at the letter of the giant sign placed on the building releasing its overwhelming presence as she confirmed where to look.
"... All right. It's free to try. I guess I did."
Taro crept under that big sign early enough when he so desired.
It says "Gigantech Corporation," under that sign.