Few Galactic Empire citizens have experienced the natural phenomenon of rain.
The concept of weather is rare for space stations as the main place of life, even when temperatures change to such an extent that, for example, people working in factories rarely feel the heat.
When I had to explain the phenomenon of rain to them like that, the footage currently being shown on the tactical screen of the RS Alliance seemed very useful. I just need to replace the beam and water.
"No, hey, I can't! Barrage is not a level! I don't know how to calculate!
The bridge stifled itself on the seat, shouting Taro, whose violent rain, generated from over a thousand ships, pushed him to the ship of the RS fleet in a severe storm. A mass of accelerated particles, more than 100 rounds per second.
"Oh, you're really okay with that, aren't you? Look, you can calculate ballistic paths properly. Is the damage minor?
That's what Marr said, and he turned to Taro. Probably even tried to make it with an extra smile, but that was clearly a failure.
"I'm not fine at all! I don't know how to look at this situation!
Most of the ballistics from the main enemies flying into the Allied fleet were accounted for by Taro alone. Because there are a lot of parts of calculations that are really suffered by multiple people, it was decided that it would be more efficient to do so.
But Taro now regretted it just a little bit. I didn't expect him to shoot me rarely if I did this.
"This wasn't tactical or anything, was it, Mr. Taylor? Incidentally, an alert has already been issued by two Shield ships. Maybe we should hurry if we're going to act."
Xiao Mei said in a cool voice. But in contrast to that voice color, her arms kept moving at a blinding speed that only AI could. By mechanically controlling the shield, empty BISHOP capacity could be assigned to other tasks.
"Ha! It's only been fifteen minutes since the battle started!
"Taylor, the enemy has launched a warp jammer! Ships with 22 jamming strength and low battery power won't be able to escape on their own!
"Ri, roger. What is" two or twenty-two "? Is obstruction strength a double digit..."
"Third fleet, it looks like the shield ship has been pulled out, Mr. Taylor. The enemy is obviously coming to tail this one. He doesn't seem to be interested in seeing how it goes."
"Already? Seriously? Crashed?"
"No, it seems to be retreating well by standing forward alternating with the bureaucracy. Judgment is broken. That's what I said, Miss Bella, but it won't last long either."
"Is that shelling from that massive ship... damn, what the hell is that? It's not a fortress anymore."
An enemy ship with a large red marker that stands out on the tactical screen. Taro caught his cheek when he saw it.
The battleship, in its form close to that rectangle, was a very famous species of ship. Among the military knowledge Taro had acquired in the first override was that described, and it was called by the name of de Ildo Samasa.
Its giant ship, with the name of the great Samatha, was built about fifty years ago at the Samatha system shipyard of Gigantech, and eventually became a bestseller for big companies to buy from. That ship, which excelled in defense, was indestructible and equipped with a large-calibre gun capable of long-range artillery fire on it. It played a magnificent role on many battlefields and, if you realize it, had an impact on the Ship Classification of the Galactic Empire as well.
"Do Ildo Samatha, Mark 2? I'm pretty sure it's a super" D "class ship since it was bigger than Mark 1. Future dreadnotes."
Taro squeaks with a bitter face. Though completely out of line, I still resented the manufacturer Gigantech.
"Thinking about Operation B, can you say it was a good idea?
Marl tilted his neck with a difficult face. "It's just better that it wasn't an aircraft carrier," Taro returned because he couldn't get to either of them. According to the information, the Mercenaries were supposed to own a large aircraft carrier, which would have been very bad if it had come.
"There are many famous HAD rides. You must have been wary of that, Mr. Taylor. Because HAD is useful for anti-bombers. It's going to be really bad."
Xiao Mei, who had only one person wearing headgear, said as she found the hollow. "Sounds like it," Taro said in a low voice, letting Visor see the damage report, which she's probably looking at.
"It's about time... even though it's only been fifteen minutes. Well, it's tidal time. Marr, are you ready for each fleet?
"It's okay. Instead, they're following me faster."
"Okay.That's a lot............... activate all fleets, Area B operations! Repeat. Activate District B operation!
To the headgear. Head to the mike gutted, and Taro screams. Then the bridge was visited with a lingering serenity, after which a low vibrating sound caused the room to shake.
"Disconnect............ it's a success. It should look pretty natural now that the timing of the shelling is right"
You must have felt something in response, Marl squeezing his hand small.
"Okay. Bye."
Taro looked at Marl and nodded, removing his headgear, and said in a light tone.
"Run away."
"Enemy fleet, confirm a small explosion on the flagship. Several other major ships also appear to have suffered damage. With the drive particles active, the enemy may have decided to retreat."
A delightful rapporteur echoes the command post of the Mercenaries main fleet flagship packed by about 20 people. When Etta, sitting on the central seat, heard it, distorted her face to the discomfort of its contents.
"We haven't just had three destroyers crash yet. You're losing your back."
The battle had just begun, and the enemy's retreat was outrageous. Rumors have it that live ammunition weapons are no big deal, as Admiral Sodo reported, and we were able to easily incinerate large ships by surrounding them with small ships.
"I wonder what the footage is. Furniture? I wonder if you did a residential block."
Around the zoomed up enemy flagship was a reflection of fine floats that seemed to be destroyed furniture and household goods. But residential blocks are not critical defensive compartments (vital parts), and I didn't think it would be difficult to continue the fight just because they were destroyed there.
"............... well fine. Pursue them immediately."
Although there was some place to catch on, Etta said so and gave instructions to jump. I talked to Yotta before, but unfortunately she was already lost.
"Got it, Miss Etta. Perform overdrive in pairs of ready fleets"
A man, a temporary deputy, raised his voice. When Etta glanced at the man, she could read from that bewildering flow of BISHOP communications that there was something unhappy and uneasy.
"If you need anything, be clear..."
"All enemy fleets, run a mass jump. Start End Error 8500 ms. The drive destination identification has already been completed. Enemy maintains jump destination coordinates. I think it's an ambush."
The rapporteur's voice blocked Etta's attempt to make the voice she left to her anger. She decided to reschedule the report once she had reviewed it.
"I'm afraid warp's over in just eight seconds. You must be good at this hand pull shot over there......... let Samatha go first. We'll be right behind the scouts."
Poor sequential warps threatened to destroy each and every one of them, and I don't think that would lead to defeat, but it was still up to them to do what they thought. And when Etta heard his men's understanding, she waited silently for a while.
"First fleet, ready for linkage overdrive. Start second reading… 5…… 4… 3… 2…… Start drive"
Etta's vision has been dyed blue and the blurry light has stimulated the back of her brain. She hated overdrives causing this mild headache when she could see the running of the drive particles directly.
".................. end of drive. No abnormalities on each ship. The enemy appears to be moving far away. The preceding ships have already started the battle."
The blinking of the particles stops, and the figure of the bridge is blurred. When Etta gently rubbed her eyebrows, she replied to her subordinates, "Yes."
"We'll go after him, too. There must be quite a distance to the next drive point. I'm gonna stay here................................................................................................................................................................... What's this?
Etta locates and fingers the disturbing shadow on the radar screen. That was a massive space reservation to a location relatively close to the fleet.
"I don't know, Miss Etta. They say it's been long since the scouts warped out."
My men, who appeared to be cluttered, gave me a nasty appearance. "You can't use it," Etta complained of her displeasure, looking at the incredible sight. A huge amount of space booking reminded me of every grain of hourglass that slipped off.
"This quantity is unlikely on a ship. Even if there was, the frigate class is a good place. There is also a distance. It's too far for a mass weapon to arrive............ what the hell?
Display space reservations, increasing quantities over time. When Etta urged her men to be careful, she reflected the creepy airspace in which it was taking place into a large display.
"The space looks distorted. That's a huge amount............... who knows how these phenomena can be tactical?
A quiet bridge. Some of my men had been educated as cadets in the military, and given that, creeps were recruited even more.
"The Sixth Fleet, the Seventh Fleet, we have warped out together. The movement of all fleets is expected to be completed with about five minutes remaining. More than 60% of the total is now moved..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
The rapporteur who speaks out strangely. The bridge gaze gathers at him and then moves to the large screen he stares at.
"............ iron scraps?
Someone spoke out. It appeared on a screen reflecting the area where the space reservation was taking place, a chunk of crooked steel. In other words, it was iron scraps without any problems.
"Oh, it's just... what now? Abandoned ship?
"They keep coming. Some things are like rocks."
"Guys, what the hell is this? There's even something like that."
A bridge that gets noisy on purpose. Etta staring at the screen silently. The footage on the screen gradually became more lively, and it eventually began to show the look of a chunk of scrap.
"I went out of my way to load this garbage on the ship and do something about it... I wonder if it's a drive shooter or something. So I'm gonna throw it away... and I have no idea what that means."
It was too much to scare them. I couldn't find any meaning in the behavior, and the discomfort grew in Etta.
"It's heavy............... my sister. That chunk is so heavy. I wonder how they're flying."
Tetta, the sonnerman who had been quiet until now, said, tilting her face wonderfully. Etta almost developed eclampsia when she saw something heavy, but before that, another voice seized her consciousness.
"Mi, Miss Etta............ I have a report for you. Significant, please report."
One of the sonar men, who opened his eyes in amazement, groaned so as he stared at the meter. Etta said briefly, "What? When asked," Sonar turned his face toward Etta as if he were going to make a noise.
And when I heard the answer, the people of the bridge knew what the enemy was after.
"Due to massive mass warping, the amount of drive particles in the vicinity has dropped significantly......... unless that space reservation stops, but as things stand, it seems difficult for the follow-up to come here"