The Karaba D2 system is the gateway to the Zayed Route from the side of the Galactic Empire. Except for the outer space, which can also be called the most rural in the empire. There was now a large fleet floating around that was not commensurate with a station with only one.
And that fleet was divided into two gatherings, if you look good, each arranged to face each other around the station.
"You think it's a makeshift? I'm not kidding. This is war time!
At the Pier Lobby at Calabas Station, the commander of the Mercenaries 4th Fleet Group shouted.
"That's not what I found out. This is Galactic Empire territory and you are obliged to obey our Imperial Army"
In contrast to the commander, Dean, an Imperial Navy colonel, said in a completely calm voice.
The lobby was surrounded by a sinister atmosphere, and hundreds of personnel across from each other were just like that in the fleet.
"Any inspections during wartime should be prescribed by law as good to ignore it. The army breaks the law?
"No. As legislators, we respect the law to the fullest. Unfortunately..."
Dean rubbed the electronic sheet on the back of his hand deliberately, causing the current time to appear.
"The application for a declaration of war was accepted at fifteen o'clock. But the preliminary examination starts at 14: 00 and half. As law-abiding people, you can't miss the last 30 minutes. Looks like you guys just passed through here a little too soon."
"Such a thing is a trick! You think you can use the military privately!
An exasperated commander stuffs Dean. Then the guards, who were holding back behind Dean, instantly put up a gun and poked it at the commander's nose tip.
"I'm going to do something I didn't hear the rumbling about right now. So get back to the flagship and be quiet. Only 200 ships or so. It'll all be over in a few days."
Dean rings his finger. The gun that was being poked at by the commander was lowered, and the tight air was a lot easier.
"If I were in your shoes,"
Dean walked over to Eagle Yang to the side of the commander and put his face close to his ear.
"I recognize that this is never a bad happening... but think about it. You're not responsible for anyone, you just ate your foothold because of the Galactic Empire. Besides being unlucky, I don't think you've fallen well. Do you have any more excuses to explain this to anyone?
A voice that reassures people, only when convincing someone. The Commander's expression turns into something bothering him. When Dean captured the faint change, he whined in a small voice that almost only the two of them could hear.
"If it seems to develop into a liability issue, please contact me. Don't be bad. If you're an admiral who leads 200, you can't complain if you're sitting somewhere in the proper fleet leader."
Deliver directly to the other person's brain and whisper sweetly so as to tell a secret story. When Dean put the chip that recorded his contact details in the Commander's chest pocket, the Commander shook his body in a frightening manner.
"This is the contact information for Colonel Imperial Naval Intelligence. I think you're a man of value...... come on, let's get to it. It's rude to keep you waiting too long."
When Dean let himself go of the commander, he began to skip instructions toward his men. Behind that, the commander was stunned for a while, but eventually when he held down his chest pocket, he had a small grin on his face.
"I'm sorry, but I'm gonna say no. I don't want to turn the men of the world against my enemies."
Such a voice echoes in the small office. The voice lord was the president of a medium-sized shipping company, a company that the Mercenaries were responsible for part of the barracks when they took military action.
"" Miss Longville. I don't like jokes. ""
"Now excuse me. I'm waiting for you."
Ignoring the voice of the Mercenaries top heard from the comms, Longville just disconnected the line. Her company ran a run that relied on Mercenaries, and while it would have been very unacceptable for her to act now, she no longer had to worry about it.
"Are you satisfied with this? I'm sure you'll really keep your word."
Longville looked back and said to the man in the robe sitting there. The man nodded, nostalgic for the gun he seemed free to carry.
"Of course, Miss Longville. Credit comes first in this operation. Sometimes when we do this kind of work, we even think that maybe we're a lot more honest than the average person."
"Hehe, that's an interesting joke, Mr. Phantom. But yeah. Your opponent will believe it. Even the Milky Way is a celebrity."
Longville said so and walked right next to Phantom, with a provocative grin.
"I didn't want that to happen... but if a beauty like you trusts me, isn't that bad, too?"
Phantom grabbed the shoulder softly as he took Longville, who had been snuggling. Longville laughed with real pleasure when he made an upper eye with a lucid look.
"Me, you're twisted. I envy companies all over the galaxy that their trading partners are Imperial Army Intelligence. And I got to know a handsome spy."
"It's an honor to keep it as a compliment. However, if we are going to get along anyway, I would recommend a colonel who will mediate the work. He'll be in a general position in the near future."
"Oh, so you have to choose one?
"............... I lost. Let's have a drink."
Phantom kept his passionate mouth shut as he hugged Longville. To be honest, Longville was a terrible type for him, but he didn't do anything to put it on the table.
"I'd like to talk to you. Do you have any idea where you might accidentally slip your mouth?
Examine the prevalence of past men and create preferred faces and voices. For him, who was a cyborg, there was no creation. Heading out to the exit with Longville in his arms, he was organizing in his head the priority of the information to be asked.
Space where mankind used to be busy carrying ships and people towards the center of the galaxy, but nowadays almost nobody uses it anymore. Etta, who leads the main fleet of the Mercenaries, looked bored on the flagship Gemini's bridge at such a lonely view of the Zayed Route.
"............ you haven't?
Etta groaning in a grumpy manner. Then a deputy who had refrained behind her stood up momentously.
"Yes, according to the local Stargate Administration, we have 24 hours left to get back to work."
The deputy emitted as he looked obliquely forward, but his hand was trembling in small pieces by fear. The people appointed as Etta's deputy are usually as frightened as he is, and Etta herself, liked to see such frightened people.
"Yes............... hey Yotta. What were the odds that Stargate would fail naturally?"
Head to the comms, eta as blurry. And as soon as they do, they say, "Sure."
"" I think it happened once every few years or not, sister. But at the same time as the subsystem, you've never heard of it. ""
Voice as usual, but obviously the voice of Yotta who conceived her dissatisfaction. "Right," Etta hammered, often silently thinking about the status quo.
"That's unpleasant. It's not a very good situation."
Etta got up to take action when she murmured like that to no one. The various incidents occurring from the declaration of war to the present day were clearly unnatural and the intervention of third parties seemed unmistakable.
"Come with the convoy. In some cases, I'll be exercising my powers."
As Etta tightened the zipper, which had been sloppily vacant all the way around the navel, to her neck, she hurried her sighing lieutenant toward the hatch for entry and exit. And by the time we got off the ship and arrived in the Stargate controlled section, nearly 300 heavily armed soldiers were in the shape of cementing the perimeter.
"Hey, it's dangerous, so we're off-limits here............... uh, hey, what is it?
A man guarding a section that serves as the center of Stargate will look at a fully armed group. As Etta clasped her hands silently, several soldiers pushed the guard man to the wall.
"Excuse me. I'm coming through."
Not to look at the man, but to say so, Etta goes for the back. I wanted to get rid of the man who would stand in my way from her and other people immediately, but I couldn't just kill an imperial citizen who wasn't a war opponent either.
"Excuse me for being so busy. The person responsible...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
When Etta arrived at the coordinate-calculation facility, which was supposed to be the site of the malfunction, she walked over to one woman, ignoring the workers who hardened with an astonishing look. There was nothing different about the woman's appearance from that of the other workers, but Etta quickly found out that she was the central figure.
"I'm sorry, but the person responsible is currently -"
"I see you've been seconded by Corsie. Does Gigantech's line mean they've turned to the enemy? Then it's a hassle."
Etta checked the contents of the BISHOP communication sent out by the woman and squeaked so. The BISHOP used is of the type widely used in the galaxy, and from her it was very simple to read it. She turned to another worker this time as she walked out in another direction, ignoring the werewolf woman.
"I can't identify the coordinates, but I wonder what happened. Where is it broken? Why don't you tell me what's going on with your progress?
I'm not expecting a reply, but talking about a guy reflexively using BISHOP. As expected, the man used BISHOP to check the overall progress of the work "in his head," and Etta was able to read a set about the progress.
"Damage to the analyzer, or an unknown bug on the program side... well, I get it. This battleship has a large analyzer core block. Please replace it with a new one. You don't have to fix it."
When Etta said so, she looked back to her escorts, who would refrain behind her.
"Come on, you guys, help him. Apparently, there are only amateurs here who take more than 24 hours to fix the analyzer. Be careful not to be sued later."
When all the escorts put their two fingers on their foreheads, they approached the workers in a transverse fashion. When Etta was satisfied with the condition, she walked out toward her ship without looking back.
"I just thought it was a trinket, but how could it be? Don't you have a lot of connections... hehe, that's great. After all, this is what war is all about."
Etta enjoyed the tingling sensation of her spine as she smiled lusciously.