"This is a big deal."
In the central command room of the Mercenaries Dispatch Fleet flagship, Sodo's deputy squawked.
………………
Sodo did not answer anything to it, but it did not mean denial, it was a factual affirmation.
"To observe from the enormous amount of traffic, you were probably getting some sort of ECM… honestly, I don't know the details until I've analyzed them"
A series of flows until the sinking of Sodo's boss, Yotta's boarding ship. Said the deputy as he slipped his finger on the screen where that replay would flow. Sodo continued to watch the screen silently as he answered by squealing his nose.
"I didn't mean to insult you."
Quietly grumbling sod.
The damage ratio between the two sides in the earlier raids had clearly tended to be unfavourable to the troop-contributing side. Sodo had his pride hurt by it, but that's not enough to depress him, he thought.
It is impossible to keep winning every battle at all times, and he himself has experienced numerous losses in his long career. This case was just one more, and he thought what was important was what we were going to do.
"If it's sharpening, we're the ones who win. We can do the same thing five or six more times, but we can't do it over there."
There was a deputy in front of him, but Sodo spoke to no one.
"Even if we lose all the individual fights, if we serve our purpose, we win this one. Tactics and strategies are different. Except..."
When Sodo accessed BISHOP's Fleet Integrated Information System, he looked at the line of what had been lost in the previous battle.
"If we ignore all damage and keep fighting, we're talking about"
Sodo concluded so, closing his eyes and worrying about the current situation.
The biggest concern he currently feels, being the Supreme Commander, was not the fleet of enemies, etc., but it was a supply.
Machines, even if they were special items made to fight, were still worn and eventually broken if used. Even though the shield completely prevented the enemy's beam, it was common to talk about precision equipment failing due to the impact.
Besides, the ship consumed consumables anyway, even if it was just moving. Take one of the ship's powered fusion engines, for example, and it just didn't mean that even the fuel needed for the fusion reaction would be good there. And the spacecraft was made of tens of millions of these devices.
"Remote, that's a big one. No, at least it's not even outer space..."
The inability to replenish locally was a situation he had never experienced before. If it was a battle inside the Galactic Imperial Force Zone, it was as much of a station as it could be replenished if you stretched your legs a little. Sometimes I was turned down because of relationships between companies, but in such cases it was like looking for other stations or paying so much extra-judicial.
But there was no such facility here in the outer space, and it was thought that even if there were, it would be completely under enemy forces. Furthermore, this battle was not attended by the soldier station management companies, who are routinely cordial, as were a number of other large companies. Even companies that do anything as long as they pile up money that employs a lot of outsiders are striking at a bad time to see if it's just here or what. I didn't know why he had those, but I was wondering if that was why I couldn't do anything about it, and there seemed to be nothing I could do about it where I found out.
"Besides, some supplies don't work"
He breathed out one sigh of sigh as he stifled the list of dead and missing persons that his fleet had sent out. They had faces I found out about, and some related people who sometimes went out for drinks. Personnel would eventually be replenished, but that wasn't at least now, and most importantly, that person he knew would not return.
"Interpretation, such as a victory to be prepared for consultation, is just an empty theory on the desk. is it?"
The deputy said calmly. Admiral Sodo nodded one at it and said, "Yes," and put his arms together.
"We're not mad warriors. Like the Gunmar system defense team, you can't go as far as the last soldier... I would shy away from writing letters to tens of thousands of survivors. If I do, I'll shoot myself in the head with this gun."
That's what Sodo said. When he gently slapped the gun suspended on his belt a couple of times, he turned again toward his deputy.
"There will be no pursuit. Hurry up and retrieve the rescuers. And repair the boat. Gather any missing parts by disassembling any sunken or existing ships. Move one ship, many ships."
A sod that says it's pizzy. And I said, "Ha!" and a saluting deputy. The deputy advanced to the exit to carry out the order, but stopped and circled his neck.
"Admiral, isn't this a breach of order? We've been ordered to take the local express as a top priority."
A voice that sounds a little in love. Sodo laughed at the voice.
"Did you know that? If they say anything, tell them even the saying that if you hurry, turn around. It's not like we're going back like this. And..."
Sodo waved just saying that when he prefaced so, the story was over.
"The woman you're looking for isn't in the world anymore... it's a shame at all"
The look on the face of the Admiral, who said so, was very clear.
"Hmm, this is unexpected. I thought you were gonna chase me."
On the bridge of Battleship Plum, Taro said with a difficult face.
"I guess... over there, we lost Sonnerman, and for once, you want to, you know, rebuild?
Marl, who moves his gaze busily, returns so in a blurry manner. Taro tried to respond to it, but he closed his mouth thinking of her, who must be busy killing him against his appearance.
Marr was now using Plum's communications capabilities to perform repairs and inspections on every ship that comprised the fleet. Naturally, each ship was boarded by a large number of equipment management experts, but it was still much more efficient for her to help with the work in this way. Marr had already finished salvaging some seriously injured ships, and even seemed to know exactly how much parts of which ships, of which equipment and which parts could be used, including the original spare stock, existed for each.
"I'm sure the other side has lost Sonnerman, but that's why Xiaomei thinks this is a great opportunity to be able to capture us. Also, isn't it dangerous to think of only one sonar man in the possession of the enemy, Mr. Taylor"
You know how Taro feels like that or not, that's what Xiao Mei has said and put his neck around him. Taro nodded to it, "Oh, yeah," followed by "Huh?" I asked back.
"What is it, Mr. Taylor? I don't really want to hear about Xiao Mei, assuming it's a pathetic answer that I didn't envisage."
".................. Ah, haha. Of course I was thinking about it. Bye. Look, that's it. Instead, yes, that's why, even more strange that you're not pursuing me, so think about that, okay?
"Haha, right, Mr. Taylor? This has been very disrespectful. According to Mr. Phantom, there are at least ten Sonnermen in existence."
"Ugh, yeah. Right. No, and outsider espionage is handy. I can't use BISHOP, so I can't even think about reading it. It's a little too convenient, though."
When Taro said so and misled, he glimpsed a small sheet of interlocutors compared to the others. And when I remembered the electronic battle that had just taken place, I shook up recognizing how dangerous the status quo was.
"I don't even have a spare over there, but it's just Etta over here...... so I don't wake up the Sleep Princess, will you just hang out? Greedy doesn't mean anything to me."
Taro looked at Etta, who sleeps with little movement, and judging so, turned to Marl. When he stuck his body out and broke his elbow, he shivered as he sifted through his body like a nasty child.
"............... what are you doing? It's disgusting."
"... that? Isn't this how you do retreat signals? Xiaomei taught me."
"It looks like each ship is ready for a re-overdrive, Mr. Taylor. That's right, Miss Marr works fast."
Marl, who comes with a frigid looking eye, and Taro, who takes it and sends a protest gaze to Xiaomei. Xiao Mei spun her head around and turned to the day after tomorrow.
"Recently, I've been wondering if this guy is really human..."
"There's no one inside, Mr. Taylor. This kind of movement, it would be very hard for humans to imitate."
Small plum head spinning at high speed. With centrifugal force, the hair rises to the shape of an umbrella. When Taro clapped along with an exclamation, "Oh," he fell flashly off the seat with a kick of marl added from behind.
"War! War! Inside! Okay?
"Oh, hey mum...... damn. This is him. Why is he after the steeple every time?"
"What?"
"I'm sorry, it's nothing! Linkage overdrive, don't!
Momentary flotation and slight inertial movement due to acceleration. Taro lay down on the ground with some relief when he saw the fleet simultaneous warp succeed on the radar screen.
"... To be honest, I thought I was going to die a little"
Taro leaking with blush. And Marr, who interrupted the work by warp, stood up quietly, "Me too."
"You have to thank Etta. Heh, he's sleeping well. I guess I'm tired."
Marl stroked Etta's hair gently as he leaned against Etta's seat.
"Sometimes Mr. Taylor. I noticed earlier electronic deception had a trick that seemed operationally unnecessary, but that was created by you, wasn't it? Xiao Mei doesn't know the need for that, can you tell me why?
Xiao Mei said with her head only facing back if something went wrong. "Well," Taro blurred while thinking of Xiao Mei as creepy.
"I don't need it if I need it, but I think I'm in the mood. The tracing and reproduction of the environment could have been done with know-how in one day's marl search, and since all the electronic work and stuff was done by Etta, there was some leeway. Thinking about what they've done... No, it might not have been very popular. I don't know."
Taro answers that about the countdown timer he sent to his enemies, not to hide them in particular. Xiao Mei nodded at it "I see" - back there - and removed Su Pong and his own head as if he'd given up undoing it.
"I don't know about Xiao Mei, who is AI, but maybe that's what human beings are for. It seems certain, however, that you have destroyed a highly threatening goal, and if you have all that power, you are probably quite likely to be a key figure. I can tell you that it's huge for us to have excluded that. By the way, let me give you my honest thoughts -"
Xiaomei clasped her shoulders with her hands facing up as she put her removed head aside with her arms.
"How much did you scratch? He said," Oh, my God. "
The face of Xiao Mei held beside him replaces it as if she were a fluffy, adept woman. Taro laughed at it as "Sooka," and Marl laughed just as "Right."
"But well, at best we're just talking about barely winning the first round. The real deal is coming up."
When Taro got up with Marl's hand, he said so and returned his expression.
"Affirmative, Mr. Taylor. Despite some blows, the enemy's second fleet remains a threat as before, and the main fleet is headed this way. It would be appropriate to see that the battle has just begun."
Xiao Mei, who had already returned to the usual faceless expression, emanated that way from her armpit.
"Right. It's still the first round..."
Marl groans like he's sick of it, and each nods at it.
The communications that were supposed to be sent by the investigation team, including the Doctor, the three gaze was variant, but on BISHOP as well, they kept staring at the functions for receiving that communication.