More than 99.99% of Galactic Empire residents will not even float in a corner of consciousness during that lifetime in one country of the galaxy. Once a busy show, no one has ever stopped by in recent years, the remnants of the early expansion era of the Empire. And nowadays, it's a place used for a dim plan that can also be spoken of. Zayed.
150 and 300 ships, facing each other in that Zayed system. The 150 expanded as much as possible as a shield for the facility floating in the hollow, and the 300 was thrusting like a spear to eat through it.
"Over there, there are only two weapons that could give Samatha a decisive blow. Watch out for strange gunships and live ammunition."
A giant battleship, Samatha's captain, stands out in the fleet. The spare faceted men respond to it and joke that it's like a fancy shooting practice area. Everyone was a hundred wars smelling corporate mercenary, confident in their arms.
"Main gun, let go! Know Samatha's name!
Meanwhile, the twin captains of Technoboy, with the greatest artillery power on the RS side, who are joining the RS fleet as prostitutes, had a dignified look and conversation despite their critical situation.
"I make it look like I'm targeting a Stone Street Shield ship, and I even shoot at a small ship. They know about the aircraft carrier capabilities that our flagship has, so when our air defenses are weakened, we can't move actively."
"You're a boulder, brother. Speak of Commander Bella's instructions as if they were your own thoughts, that whisperer. I don't hate you."
The two laughing at each other. All the surrounding crew, mostly made up of amateurs, tended to solidify, but it seemed to lose some shoulder strength listening to those two interactions.
"Bastards, fire the main cannon! You're a geek. Look at that!
The blue, thick light emitted by the two giant battleships cleaves the universe and crosses each other.
The repeated shelling of that death every few minutes was repeated many times, causing less damage to both sides.
"Close bulkhead four now! We're gonna detonate into turret two!
"The fire extinguishing function is red! Just pull out the goddamn fire extinguisher!
"Damn it! The spare bridge is plummeted! Shooting control in the back. What are you doing?
"Move, move! If you stop, you're gonna die! That cannon can't be shielded anyway!
If this battle is ever to be described as a history of war, it will not be spoken of in the main part of it. The cry of the unnamed warriors. They do their utmost to deceive the duties entrusted to them.
"Boss, it's time to reach a second engaged distance. Do you want to implement control controls?
"No, you haven't. I thought you said you were gonna peek inside this head. Well, I don't know what it would be like to get a peek at him, but you can wait for him to come closer until it's irrelevant. I have a little idea."
Bella, the practical commander of the RS fleet with 150, weaved her jacket without passing through her sleeves, as usual, and responded to her men until she wore a cigar. Her gift, collective mastery control, was right for running the fleet, but she wasn't going to use it now. If she had someone to read her mind to, it was dangerous to move the fleet with one of her thoughts.
"Admiral, it looks like it's started. A distant scanner has caught multiple high-energy reactions."
"Right............... All right, move the fleet forward. Get ready to drive."
Apart from the two fleets across the street, the fleet is nestled away from it. With a larger number of ships than all the fleets facing each other in Zayed, they follow the life of Sodo, the Admiral, and begin to move slowly.
In the blink of the will created by so many people, the two Supreme Commanders, who are in a position to determine the return of that flow, opened their eyes in exactly the same amazement and uttered the exact same words at the exact same time, even though they were in opposite positions hostile to each other.
- You monster! -
Etta of the Mercenaries thought many of the 1,000 live ammunition flying in as the first wave were just dummies for the blind eye. He thought 100 of them would be a good place to actually avoid debris incineration beams in irregular orbits.
But in fact, all of the flying 1000 were moving in a complicated fashion, showing a move to escape the aiming of the incineration beam. She analyzed the text of the order emanating from the enemy flagship and conducted an anti-aircraft barrage interception by all the fleets on which it was based, which had a definite effect, but was not what she had hoped for.
She was going to cut everything, but in fact nearly 200 live ammunition had scratched the air defense net.
She was almost certain to read the contents of the BISHOP order issued by the enemy commander against the warhead, and there was no problem there. No encryption was applied to communications against live ammunition, which was a very simple instruction.
However, and only one problem was that there were too many.
"Cruiser MS17 sinks, same MS213 sinks, shield ship Da Liga wrecks, unnavigable. There's a defense hole in block C. MS121 Breaking...... Correction, big break judgment has been issued. MS54, we have a medium breach, but there's a fire."
Damage reports that can be read out pale. Etta, whose face had been distorted by the side effects of the medicine that had already begun to appear, just waved away saying that it didn't matter.
".................. what the heck is that! That's what happened! You can't do that!
Etta screaming with her bloody running eyes. On the side, it must be because he caught his arm hard, Tetta flaunts her face in pain.
"Small break judgment on MS48. The same goes for MS91............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... From what I've seen, it looks like a new ship, but it's probably based on an old design like Samasa's."
A deputy who was reading out the damage report said, stopping it. Generally, the number of crew members required for a single ship was one that was becoming smaller year after year with the development of BISHOP.
"No, that was by one person. Definitely. Same source. Same wavelength. Same scum. That's for sure....................................................................................................................."
A voice that disappears gradually. Etta shrugged like a solitaire, often immersed in her thoughts.
"Honestly, I was totally sweet looking at you. Because you believed Admiral Sodo's report or something... assuming all five thousand is warheads, there are four waves left. I'm confident I can stand it, but there's too much to lose."
Etta closes her eyes and thinks about the best direction she can take in the current situation. When she did so for nearly five minutes, she eventually opened her mouth, unwillingly, "It was a high tuition fee," she said.
"Change the operation. I'm going in for a long fight. Let's wait for the reinforcement strike fleet for an aggressive offensive. Please keep in touch with Admiral Sodo at all costs. And naturally to the EAP military. If we can attack from behind in this situation, we can't resist much. Stop insulting me now. We should do everything we can to crush it here and now."
When Etta did so with a bitter face, she gave the order to change the formation of the fleet from one for assault to one suitable for defense. And as the hull began to move loudly, she said in a vanishing voice.
"............... you monster"
Rising Sun Alliance United Fleet Flagship, Battleship Plum. Its small but usually busy bridge was now quiet as if overnight. All I hear is Taro's own vomiting rough breath, which slowly lingered in my ear.
"... you won't be dropped nearly 80%... Taylor, honestly, I'm unexpected, and I'm shocked"
Is it from overuse of the brain or from nervousness? Taro said as he rubbed his head off with his hand.
"Really, I can see... this is such an anomaly! Being able to read BISHOP radiation isn't like peeking into your mind!
Marl, with a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows, screamed in such a way that he could not be outraged. "You know," Taro agreed with Marr instead of looking at him, wondering why he would get a nosebleed if he tortured his brain with BISHOP, wiping that with his own back of his hand.
"Yeah, yeah, that's exactly the anomaly, Miss Marr. Xiao Mei also learns a definite anger. This is a private infringement."
Busy by battle. Back to back of that judgment, Xiaomei said with a cool face. Then Taro turns to his surprised face there.
"That's what Xiao Mei cared about... or how about being AI-private. Do you need it?
"Hmm? I mean, you told me to take it off? You want me to be naked in this place right now? Is that so, Mr. Taylor?"
"Oh, that. Is that gonna happen? Oh, no, I'm not interested. I'm sorry."
"I naturally have one or two minds and actions that I don't want to be peeked at with me, Mr. Taylor. For example, using the powerful scanner capabilities of this battleship plum, Mr. Taylor, your porn... like knowing where the book is hidden in real time."
"What are you doing!? Do something about my private life! Plus, it doesn't make sense!
Taro throws the hand plush he had at hand toward Xiaomei. Xiao Mei drops without even looking at it. While Taro revealed his "plush" and irrelevant remorse, in his head he was busy preparing for the second wave of the warhead group.
"Hey Taylor, what are you going to do? It would certainly do a lot of good if we kept going, but I'm sure that big bump stayed, huh? The defense seems to be focused on protecting that one."
Marl emits anxiously. Taro sighed when he showed the visor a rash, or enemy super de class ship.
"If we don't do something about that, there's nothing we can do about it in the end. So far, you've focused on defense against the warhead, but when it's gone, it'll come all at once. If one ship is dropped a minute, will the main force be wiped out for two hours? I don't know what to do."
Taro shuddered when he conceived of one of the possibilities for the future. That wasn't fun no matter what you think.
"If you challenge a flesh-bomb battle with the worst pram, as much as you discuss it............... oh, will that move be read and distanced too? I can't help it."
Taro flaunts his shoulder with a look like he's good. A gaze of anxious marl and faceless plum gathers. Taro raised an eyebrow with a forethought, "By one thing", after a short time.
"First, do something about that. Looks like we got a secret weapon."
Camera footage showing the general entrance and exit of the Battleship Plum. Confirming the figure in the space suit that showed up there, Taro chuckled damned. When the shadow cleverly manipulates the small jet pack, it enters the plum without any problems. At that time I could see the blue-dyed hair over the visor of the costume, and I'm sure he's still wearing a cigar, Taro expected.
"I ran a business like an asshole, did something like an asshole, did something horrible like an asshole, and I wondered why you could do a big company, but it's amazing how BISHOP peeks. It's nothing if you think about it. Mr. Phantom said he should be assassinated as soon as he heard what he needed to hear, but maybe he did."
In an era where all actions are carried out by BISHOP, Taro vaguely imagined that there would be no invisible mind for her, except for the thought of self-completing. I wonder if there's anything I can't do.
"But so what? I'll let you know."
When Taro interrupted the pleasant task of imagining himself thinking of everything but leaving it, he said so, gripping his fist in, and whining.
"You monster."
Words uttered simultaneously by the heads of both factions, indefinitely.
That was exactly right, but what was very different, however, was the look on each of them when they spoke of it.
One is bitter.
But the other, fiercely.