In the Battleship Plum, which is more than a kilometre long, there are various rooms, large and small, just commensurate with its giant size. The main configurations are mostly occupied by the engines, turrets, and facilities to perform practical roles such as fuel tanks and thrusters, but that is by no means everything. Starting from the private rooms of the passengers, everything in battle and life is designed to complement them, from meeting rooms, entertainment rooms, cooking rooms, reception rooms, information management rooms, huge warehouses to maintenance rooms and factories capable of doing a little mechanical work.
And this room named General Operations Planning Station, where Taronda is now located, was one of those facilities. It was the next location on the bridge where the anti-BISHOP intelligence was processed, and it was directly connected to the main computer of the ship where the critical information was stored.
"I don't know how it feels to mess this up from here. I think I'll make a point."
In such a planning station, Taro said as he arced with his fingers on the floor. The floor was then curved the way Taro wanted and converted into an arrow towards a marker indicating enemy forces.
The floors and walls of the room were giant screens in themselves, and through BISHOP and body movements, they were able to draw whatever images a young child liked where the crayons they had. It was also possible to display any image, now starting with footage of an example facility, where enemy ships, their own ships, system diagrams, and so on were stranded on one side to see if this was still the case.
"Not bad. But you can't. The main purpose of this operation, boy. I'm talking about holding them down face to face. It should be more effective to show them grandeur than to surprise them."
Bella, who received Taro's remarks, said as she drew another curve on the ground. The curve was in the form of an intrusion from the front of the other fleet, and Taro observed it with a "Hmm" snort.
"I see. By the way, Bella, why are you wearing underwear?
Taro was watching for important curves in the operation, but he was also keen to observe the curves created by Bella's abundant double hills. She looked very surreal in bikini style underwear, to the best of her knowledge, weaving her usual jacket on top of it.
"Well, it's decided because it's hot. That's why the boy's fine array keeps spitting out hot patos without time off. This one doesn't have a body. Is Boya okay?
Bella's limbs glowing glossy with sweat. Taro was contemplating multiple tactics in the showdown against the Mercenaries Squad, as well as how to name the strange projections on the left and right in his chest that are too appealing to call that excess fat and which is bigger than Marr. That conclusion was not reached, but Taro was convinced by one that the volume would be Bella and the ratio would be Marl's win.
"... oh, no. It's hot, but would you mind refraining from expressing yourself in some awfully misleading way? There's about one person on this ship who's going to be as angry as a fire if he asks."
The cooling function of the plum was currently as strong as possible, but still the temperature on board was very high, and Taro wiped away the unpleasant sweat flowing through his forehead with the back of his hand.
The reason for the high temperature is the distance from the star and the heat generated by the continuous firing of the rail gun. If left alone, all the machinery will be hit by heat, so it was necessary to circulate the accumulated heat inside the battleship. The space in which the ship floats is super cold in itself, but since there is no heat transmitting air or something, heat rejection was a difficult problem to attach to all artifacts.
The current plumb had been maximized with winged heat discharge plates to deploy in an emergency, but the failure to do so in time was supposed to have the most obvious result of rising onboard temperatures.
"When you're born in a station, you rarely get a chance to feel the heat. That's about the emergency. That's why I don't feel so good."
Bella flickered towards her uncomfortable face, sending a slight breeze to herself. Taro tried to burn the white mass that wobbled as it moved, to the retina whenever possible.
"As it were, well, I don't know what else to do about that. I mean, I'm really in a position to stop when I think about the wind discipline of a ship or something, but I don't think it's the other way around until I do something that's deeply justified."
"You should see as much as you like without sticking around. I don't give a shit... but I'll pull the trigger if you're going to be blunt."
"Uh-huh, I get it! But I can afford about 2,000 people later, so I'm fine. The rest of you are looking at cancer."
"Two thousand people? What are you talking about?
"Oh, no. I'm talking about this one... more than that, Mr. Bella, it came together in some weird way, but what if I was supposed to be dealing with Admiral Sodo?
Taro, worried about its deliberation, emits shorts with lace braids on the side, like something black is not seemingly transparent. Besides, Bella put her arms together and thought, "Hey." And Taro's gaze moves to two live rounds placed on her arm.
"I don't think I lost. But I don't even think I could have won. I don't know where that is. It's not like they're watching you in silence until you decide to win or lose. As far as background and stuff."
"Uh, it looks like that, sure. You're good, aren't you? That guy."
"Let's see. I'm not Dada's security chief for a big company. Pull where you need to pull, push where you need to push. It's a simple story, but that's why it can be difficult. And though it's prudent, it's not passive. I'm scared of people like that."
"I see... I'm glad you didn't get short tempered and ignore it..."
From Bella's point of view, Taro thought that even if he won the battle against the Sodo fleet, he would probably end up taking a fatal blow. From the Mercenaries, Sodo's fleet is only an advance party, and the main unit exists separately. It was difficult to think optimistically, such as the situation in which they would beat it, which was hurt in the battle against Sodo.
Though entirely result-oriented, Taran was strongly relieved that it was really good to keep the ceasefire negotiations from Sodo.
"But when I say excellence, how much does that scary guy draw even if he has double the number of ships? Mr. Bella didn't command the fleet until he came to us, did he?
To the best of Taran's knowledge, Bella was the representative of the Mafian Corp called Guns and Rules, based in the Alpha system, and Bella herself was supposed to be the HAD rider, a humanoid weapon. Naturally many parts of it are common to the command of HAD units and the command of the fleet, but Bella's fleet operational capability was still questionable.
"There isn't. But he's been leading the way ever since he got here. Explain that experience. Are you unhappy?
"Oh no, I'm curious, but it's not as wild as peeking into someone else's secrets... oh, the maiden's secret?
"Why are you blushing more when you're talking... well, fine. For now, 500. You just have to remember this number."
Bella protrudes her flat hand and shows off her five fingers. Taro said, "500?," she nodded at it.
"That's all I have, well, the maximum number I can run if I can't. I find it a little more difficult than that. As for the ship, when I was a little girl, I flew around that way. That's what I remember. After that, I hung up. I went into the world, but I can't forget what I remembered when I was a little girl."
Bella laughing and showing. When Taro thought of the vitality of her grandfather, Dr. Arjmov, she laughed.
"Mastery control is a gift because you don't do multiple things at the same time like a kid, you see multiple things as one thing. It's a gift with a small difficult name, but the contents are surprisingly simple. However, it seems to be quite rare and has been the subject of research for a time. It wasn't bad money."
When Bella took a cigar out of her feathered jacket, she lit it with a familiar hand. When she smoked heavily and slowly, she spit it out feeling good.
"So I figured out the 500 just now. They say we can handle that kind of clumping. This guy talks about a pretty irregular amount............ hehe. Surprisingly, maybe I'm from the same place as Miss Etta or something. The same thing about not having a parent."
Bella with a mean looking grin. Taro said, "Where's the Doctor?" Asked briefly, "Bella replied," The Son's Adoption.
"I will, or... I don't have a parent... Speaking of which, so does the sonar man over there..."
Talk to Bella, not blurry grunt Taro.
He felt something thin running on his spine, given the fact that Etta, Bella, Marr, Phantom, the enemy sonnermen, could also be called unnatural in common with them. I don't know my parents. Gifted. Boosted. And for some reason, they're all concentrated in the Alpha system. Bella may have joked half of the time and said she was from the same sort of place, etc., but it was completely uninteresting to Taro.
"Taylor, Bella, District B, it looks like they've got a vision."
With that voice up, Marl jumps into the drawing room. She ran over to Taro for a small run without waiting to hear back, sticking a chip on her forehead.
"... oh, really. Well prepared in this short period of time. Liza, are you dead?
Check the contents of the reported chip and ask Marl for Taro. The District B operation he had devised - the name simply wanted the women to call this - was an essential part of the next battle, but one that required a huge amount of work to prepare for it.
"Yeah, I think I did something with man-made sea tactics, but it was pretty nasty. Liza herself was helping out in the workplace, talking to every worker there under the name Takashi. It was a little creepy, to be honest. Maybe we should let him take a long vacation soon."
Frowning and whispering marl with ear punching instructions. "Seriously," Taro laughed bitterly, revisiting the contents of the report.
"............... come on, this is seriously nasty. The list of people involved is filled with the name Takashi for about 3,000 people. What the hell is this? Wow I'm scared...... if I'm not gagging, I don't know this anymore. Is it the doctor's turn?
As a person who has issued orders for the planning and implementation of District B operations, Taro is attacked with regret. When he lowered his head toward the chip with his hands together, he decided to do enough of Liza after the war.
"Right. Dr. Arjmov would definitely introduce you to a well-armed Doctor................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. Was it Operation Delta's dense forest?
"Oops. You're feeling late, to be honest. Because the fever is worse than I thought, and the shooting is over for the rest of the day. Do you think we'll make it?
"Huh? Well, if that's the case, just call me now. Connect the spare radiator and it should improve considerably. I just need to bring the spare power temporarily, and I don't think I'm going to feel this hot."
"Oh, seriously. That's a mechanical engineering gift. Seriously at times like this... I don't want to..."
I remember thinking about it until earlier, and Taro's words disappear into his butt blush. He told himself it was just a coincidence, but unfortunately that didn't seem to work very well.
"Well, for not being able to be very active during battle, at times like this......... hey, Bella! What are you dressed for?
It seems that Marl finally noticed Bella's fit, and she emitted it with a surprised look. "It's a similar fit," Bella said sparingly, staring at the operational diagram painted on the floor.
"Wow, mine is sportswear! Sportswear! Taylor says it's a formality when exercising underwater. That's a dull name. I don't know how you saw that in your underwear... hey, Taylor?
I peek into Marr's face looking worried because of the name being given but he didn't react in any way. When Taro replied raw to it, "Oh, yeah," he decided to force his thoughts out of his head. I don't think I can get any more answers from thinking about it, and it didn't seem like it was something I needed to think about right now.
"Now you're just gonna do what you can now... Yikes! The stinking is over! Let's get one shot at the economy!
Taro shouting with the energy of the air. When he eagled Marl's tits, which were in front of him for now, he spoiled her right straight, more beautiful than usual, and slowly fell into the front.