"Ho. Sodo chose a long fight. I pushed so hard to hurry................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. No big ships. No air carrier, no secret service. Examples of live ammunition weapons are quite a threat, but not enough to deal with. The high level of threat, as foreseen, was due to fleet operational capability and"
Etta of the Mercenaries muttered boringly when she saw the war report sent by her men in her own room relocated inside the flagship of the main fleet.
The report described an advance party led by Admiral Sodo colliding from the front with the RS coalition fleet, causing considerable damage. Etta was satisfied to learn of the fact that although she initially faced this damage, she also struck her opponent considerably.
Besides, the report did not have any particular precautions to hunch the irregular, and only fleet operations, or tactical threats, were considered dangerous. This was a wish or a fulfillment from Etta, and there was nothing wrong with it. Because if you squash it in numbers, there's no tactics or anything.
"The question is, isn't this a false report? If you got hit 200 and dropped 150, you can't throw it away. Well... it's sod bad luck to take care of your people. Look, wake up. How long are you gonna do that?
Etta stroked gently and fanatically the face of the woman lying on the bed in the same way she was born, as she did when she developed that way in fed up condition. Etta was going to replace this woman for a while with a sister she'd lost, treating her differently than any other woman she could sweep and throw away.
"Oh, Miss Etta......... excuse me. Sister. How are you feeling?
A woman rubbed her face against Etta's palm as she rubbed her sleeping eyes. "Well, well," Etta replied, "I need you to look into something," prompting her to get up.
"I want to make sure report number seven is authentic. You've already been granted access to the central server."
When Etta told the woman, who was a sonar man, to do so, she stood in front of the full body mirror in a few steps. She saw it in three dimensions showing her current body shape, making sure her proportions weren't fading in various poses.
"Sister. It's still quite a distance away, so I don't think it's exactly visible."
A woman who got out of bed said sorry as she grabbed the clothes that had been stripped away. When Etta smacked her tongue small enough not to hear the woman, she changed her expression to something bright, then turned around and tried to return it bright, "I don't mind if I do," she said.
"You don't need to see it exactly, Tetta. It's pretty much fine. I just want to make sure Admiral Sodo is underreporting damage to his own army, overestimating damage done to his opponent, or not doing that."
When Etta approached the woman she called Tetta that way, she gently caressed the woman's hair, poisoning her that she was a retarded woman in her heart. Hair newly implanted with electromagnetic receptor elements was dyed bright white from its side effects.
"Yes, sister. I'll try."
The woman muttered so as to speak to herself with a lucid expression, hands together and then closed her eyes. When Etta sighed in her heart alone at the woman she had finally become motivated, she decided to wait for the results while taking care of her skin.
"Hmm, which one should I be today? Renora's wasn't a good idea, maybe we should try Co Luna's."
Etta looked at the sloppy line of anti-aging oral drugs taken from various locations throughout the galaxy. They were all prestigious medicines famous in those regions and were a great product, except for the huge amount of gold they cost. The drug contained nanomachines for cell repair tailored to Etta's DNA, all of which were made to order.
"Sister, I seem to be doing well today. I could see clearly."
As Etta was pouring several pills down her throat, she could hear Tetta like that. When Etta laughed little as if she were a dog waiting for a reward, she stood up and gave Tetta a gentle hug.
"Tell me. How'd it go? Was there a painting you could prove anything to?
"It pretty much matches the image Admiral Sodo sent me. There are many debris floating in the battled universe, from large to small, as far as you can see. It works with inertia."
"Oh, yeah. That's amazing. Can you see that far?
"Yes, I don't know what each one is, but I got confirmation by mass"
"Heh... I'm surprised, to be honest. You're brilliant."
Etta was going to answer that no matter what the outcome was, but she was also genuinely surprised. Besides still being away from the battlefield, she says she analyzed not just electronic scanning information into a picture, but even its weight. If that is true, it will receive natural radiation from the drive particles in a rather unusual way. At least Etta's never seen a sonar man like that before.
"Hmm, what a waste."
A naturally leaking voice. Besides, Tetta leans her neck strangely. "It's nothing," Etta laughed and deluded, blocking that mouth with a kiss before Tetta said anything.
(You just have to dream. You have the right.)
Etta laughed so thinly in her heart as she sucked Tetta's mouth.
Tetta was an impromptu reinforced sonar man and was generally considered a failure. Even Coleman had few successful attempts to further enhance the Sonar Man, almost all of which were merely blossoms of transient abilities.
Those people, with few exceptions, could only live for a few weeks.
"Sa, let's enjoy the rest. If the report is true, you'll be free until tomorrow's battle."
When Etta said so, she ripped off again the clothes that Tetta was wearing because of her.
From Etta's point of view, Tetta would have been enough had she at least lived during this battle.
"Hey, are you sure you're okay? You don't look well, do you?
Marl's worrisome face is heavily reflected in Taro's vision equipped with combat headgear. Taro wanted to answer that he was fine, but unfortunately he couldn't afford that.
- "Operation: Delta's Forest Standby" -
- "Delta function: error to be corrected 0.00121" -
- "Relay delay adjustment: 4… 3… 2…… error correction" -
- "Operation: District B standby" -
- "Error check: 4% physical loss" -
- "Intrusion Pathway Correction: Physical Loss 11%" -
A string of BISHOPs whose display is updated dizzily in Taro's head. As he processed a huge amount of it with his own superparallel arithmetic abilities, he eventually held his head down and exhaled heavily.
"............... Okay, I think I can manage to get there. Xiao Mei, the delay in the relay is ridiculous, can I make this a direct control of Xiao Mei"
"Copy that, Mr. Taylor. I'll take care of it."
"Ugh, I asked for it. Marl, the scan results and the coordinates are off. Correct me?
"Wait a minute. I overdrove a large mass, so maybe inertial pulling of particles by it. I'll recalculate..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... What do you say?"
"Mmm, that sounds good. Can you implement this hardware?
"From now on? The joke is............... oh, no more. All right, sweetheart."
The time to the meeting, which was kicked off with a pretty good chance, is a little with ten hours left. Enemy shadows like that had already been reflected in the wide-area scan, and tensions were spreading among all the humans making up the fleet.
"I personally would have been very helpful if preventive medicine had developed a little bit more."
Blurry as the taro suppresses a crisp and painful abdomen. Advanced medical care, headed by a medical machine, can do so much to cure anything if your head is safe, but unfortunately it wasn't now that you could use it. You can't fight while soaking in culture.
"The number of holes in the stomach is like a medal to management. Good luck thinking you can save a hundred people with one hole."
Marr said as he headed outside the bridge. When Taro gave it a "hectic" look, he concentrated again on BISHOP operations and repeated the recalculation until he was satisfied. It wasn't until now that I became cautious that I dared to take the last overdrive in the Ghostship.
"Only once... only once chance. Cry or laugh, just once."
When Taro glanced at the hollow and said so, he noticed his left hand trembling loudly, forcing it in with the opposite hand. Stomach pain replaced nausea and I regretted picking breakfast as usual.
"Enemy fleet, execute a massive space reservation. Probably the last overdrive, Mr. Taylor. Almost as expected."
Xiao Mei's voice echoes the quiet bridge. Taro looked up at it all the time and turned to Xiao Mei, silently confirming whether the words were true.
"The entry route is from Area C to Area B.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... It's a standard fleet of 20, so it will remain roughly informative from Admiral Sodo."
Xiao Mei comes with a small grin towards Taro. Taro nodded at it, gripping his fist hard.
"I can go......... I can go! Oh, by the way, I don't care how you say District B."
"By not daring to interfere, the exact time of arrival is determined in advance. You've decided quite vividly. But there's plenty of wine, and it's the highest cruise speed you can get to the beach."
"Heh, you've ignored what's damaged anyway. It's like leaving a boat or a man over there, but hurry, I can't help it. There's a ruthless bastard at the top...... by the way, intonation in District B. Weird, huh?
"The enemy must be a crazy psycho lesbian, such as asking for this little plum nipple from a woman's girlfriend. I'm not going to deny homosexuality, except if you're after Xiao Mei's. Do they think Xiao Mei will breast milk?"
"I already said nipples. It's yours or yours. But you don't have nipples, do you? Not a mammal, is it?
"Shouldn't I remind you, Mr. Taylor? The horror of knowing what time, where, what configuration ships are coming for, and all of them. Now is the time to feed God's Hammer! All personnel, Class 1 combat deployments! Everyone, carry out the operation as planned!
"Ah, ah. That's right............ yeah, that's right, but I guess it's my job to make that order"
Blurry Taro. But an RS fleet communications network that hastened halfway. Taro did what Xiao Mei said, even though he felt something unreasonable.
"Start the fight! All fleets, forward! They teach their virgins the truth about the world that virgins don't give breast milk!
"That's what you say too! And stop looking at me like I told you to look good! Because you don't look good at all! I mean, a virgin with an AI......... oh, I'm so tired of poking around!
The fleet followed orders and slowly began to accelerate toward its planned location.
And just ten hours after that.
The blue light that informed the first shelling shone mightily in a corner of the galaxy.