"Enemy shield ship RS8, appears to be falling fast. Interrupted determination. It's Samatha's shelling. There's a hole in the E block, but what do we do? Pursue or attack?
A very quiet bridge, even during the battle. As each person in charge quietly engaged in the work, only Etta's deputy voice sounded good.
"Well done. You still have a minute here if it's a simple beating. But it's not a good time. It's time to focus on the second wave over there."
While Etta flaunted the side effects of her strong medication, she went into preparing for the next mass calculation. The war situation was moving extremely well in favor of my own army, but it was about to pour in some nasty live ammunition rain before I did any more.
"I wanted Coleman to develop a few more pills before he died....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I'll give you the same feedback as earlier."
It was also depressing to think that similar work would be carried out, both physically and mentally, but Etta said so and set herself up. When she noticed Tetta looking like she didn't know what to do right next to her, she was forced to make a grin she couldn't afford.
"You're just as good as you were, Tetta. All you have to do is select the coordinates of the flying objects that will come close to us."
I said it with as little frustration as I could. Besides, Tetta has said yes, but her anxious look didn't clear up.
"Sister, it looks kind of spicy"
"Really? But it's okay. Don't worry, just worry about what you do."
Etta waited for a while when she missed her face just saying this was the end of the conversation. Eventually, after confirming that the wide-area scanning function controlled by Tetta had become active, the information was read and processed before the results were transmitted. She was the only one who could see BISHOP's future detection and its communication, and probably acted faster than anyone else in the world.
"I'm fine. I'm getting the hang of it. It should do much less damage than it did earlier."
When Etta said so to tell herself, she began to calculate the interception.
Since the current fleet is based on Samatha's striking power, it was necessary to defend it first. Samatha, a superdo-class battleship, will withstand a few rounds of enemy live ammunition at his leisure, but if there is any damage to equipment such as engines and turrets, naturally, his power will be reduced. It doesn't matter what they do if they don't sink.
"And priority should be given to large warheads. If it's the same configuration as earlier, maybe about ten rounds or so."
A live ammunition weapon believed to be a nuclear warhead that buried its own cruiser in one blow. The damage radius caused by this was quite large, which flashed Etta. The information made me aware of its existence beforehand, but when I actually saw it, it was a shock.
"Large masses............ these. Hehe, you're still excellent, Tetta. It's a lot easier just to tell beforehand."
When Etta praised her temporary sister for expressing her peculiar ability to see mass, she felt very sorry for the loss of her life. There seemed to be as much use for it as there was.
"Come on, it's time... you issue code eight. The timing is the moment the second wave of enemies arrives, please."
Turn your face towards the deputy, Etta said. The deputy gave a decent look for a moment, but I guess I'll find out what code 8 means in BISHOP, I meditated my eyes for a little while in a hurry.
"Code eight, is that it? Hey, wait a minute, please. That hasn't come this way yet, has it?
Apparently the deputy who figured out what the operation was about said with a sticky face. Etta snorted at it, "I let you get ahead of me," she continued.
"We can't afford to split the fleet for guerrillas on our opponents, and it didn't look like it. I've decided it's safe............... come on, it's time. Get ready."
When Etta said that and broke up the conversation, she concentrated all nerves on controlling the anti-aircraft attack. In fact, what she did was send the coordinates of the warhead's future position to each ship, but the numbers made it a big job. That was true, even if it was increasing my abilities with drugs.
"If we're going to put up an anti-aircraft barrage, maybe we should have followed the frigate even if we couldn't... Here we go."
Allow the coordinates of Tetta's calculated warhead to expand wide inside your head and find some affordable targets. Artillery battles with the enemy are still ongoing, and it is not possible to change posture, so it was also necessary to select ships with anti-aircraft artillery and main guns pointing in the warhead direction.
"All ships, start firing simultaneously. Effective strike rate 3%. Destroy 12 warheads"
The deputy reads out shiatsu. Etta was satisfied with the numbers, but was sure to look at the deputy.
"Issue op code eight! What are you doing!
Etta screaming with her eyes closed. The deputy's "And I'm sorry!" I heard her voice and she decided to revise her assessment of the deputy downwards.
"............... has issued Operation Code 8. It looks like the attack will begin immediately."
said the deputy who looked a little depressed. When Etta ignored it, she must be running blood. Closed her eyes very hard and intensified her concentration.
"Effective strike rate, 6%. Destroy 25 warheads...... 8% effective strike rate, destroy 30 warheads......"
Just a silently readable effect. The hit rate went up over time, which was a pretty good number than when dealing with the first wave.
"Enemy warheads, entering danger zone. 527 warheads remaining 515 488. Warhead group, reach yellow zone. The farthest unit begins interception by a debris incineration beam. The danger in the area in question is -"
Interception of warheads changing smoothly. Enemy warheads were reduced in number to 400 without causing damage, and would have been nearly perfect if they stayed this way.
"........................................................................................................."
An unexpected laugh.
But when she was convinced of the victory of this offense, it came.
"............ Become!?
Eyes that open to amazement. If you don't know what happened, you pay Tetta by the hand, and Etta takes a step forward.
"Holy crap..."
Just for a moment. Is that a matter of seconds in terms of time? Etta suddenly delayed dealing with the situation she visited. That was impossible from her, and I couldn't imagine it.
"... 44 live enemy rounds have hit Samatha directly, Miss Etta. Two turrets are extinguished. Significant damage to the engine department and propulsion mechanism. It will be difficult to follow fleet action. No other ships have been damaged... unfortunately, it's a big deal."
The voice of a low deputy flowing in the tranquility.
Etta solidifies without a word.
"Oh no... stupid..."
Etta's grunt reaches her own ears slightly louder.
Her interception controls were supposed to be almost perfect. In fact, if we hit Samatha, except for Shiraki 44, we have succeeded in curbing all damage.
What was completely unexpected, however, was that when the number of warheads dropped to 100, the warheads that were supposed to have been controlled by the enemy president until then had obviously switched to orders by someone else.
"Heh heh, it works. I was wondering if I'd be completely useless in this fight, but I don't think so."
Bella's low, sexy voice is whispered in Taro's ear. The exhaled breath tickled Taro's ears, and Taro let himself twist without a trace.
"Well, you will. Ha, I'm glad it worked............... oh, you know, it's time for you to leave. Taro is delighted..."
Taro glances himself over the seat and diverts his reddened face. On his lap was a bella with a provocative expression, dressed to hang out with each other's cheeks until not too long ago.
"Hehe, shall we? The battle isn't over yet, and more importantly, there's a daughter staring at me with a scary face."
Bella shrugged her shoulders and pointed behind her with her thumb, walking out of Taro's lap. When Taro looked at Bella's pointer, Marr, who swelled his cheeks, looked away in panic.
"But I saw it, Miss Bella. I've been assuming this for a long time. Come on?
Xiao Mei heads to Bella and politely greets her. "All right, come on," Bella said, turning a bitter laugh at it, taking a seat in one of the empty seats.
"My ability is fleet control. Not as good as a boy, but it's the power to do multiple orders at the same time. I've been meeting with Boy for a long time."
"I see. It makes sense, Miss Bella. But then it's going to be worth it to have another ship with live ammunition."
"No, no, it won't. Mine is only a imitation, and it's because of the boy's bypass. I guess it worked this time because they couldn't handle a sudden change of player."
When Bella said so, she lit the cigar on her mouth. Seeing her breathe out smoke satisfactorily, Taro thought the words would be humble.
In fact, she had roughly thirty warheads manipulated brilliantly. The maneuver to confuse the opponent did work, but I was thinking of something smaller in advance forecasts. I wish I could have hit a few warheads at most.
"In Mr. Bella's case, it would be more helpful to have him in command of the fleet than concentrate on warhead control. I'm in favor of putting some on the boarding ship... but how about some bumps?
When Taro asks that question, Marr's voice returns, "Wait a minute".
"That explosion must have crushed some cannons............ hmm, you might have done it around the engine in position. Actually, my legs are pretty dull."
Images sent by Marr appeared on the visor and a red marking was added to the location of the enemy ship, which would have caused significant damage.
"He's a survivor. If you can't move, your opponent's tactics are pretty limited. But you're going to abandon Samasa because they're the other guy...... Wow, you got something."
The hull sways into small pieces and instantly displays the damage area. One of the spare fuel systems was shown in yellow, and some anomalies were observed.
"I might be able to remotely repair it, but I'm just gonna have a look. I'm worried about you because you're around fuel."
Marl gets up, removes the visor and runs out. When Taro called out, "Please," he turned to Bella.
".................. Me? Right. As far as previous behavior goes, you'd abandon it first. Soldiers' lives must be cheap over there."
An expressionless, but clearly unpleasant, voice-colored Bella. "Right," Taro replied, attempting to fly an offensive instruction to the fleet.
But there's Bella's "Wait!" A strong voice breaks in.
"Oh, that. I don't think so. I think we should attack now............... they're confused, aren't they?
"I'm not wrong about that decision, but wait a minute. Something's wrong over there."
To Bella's point, Taro looked up at the radar screen. But Taro didn't seem to have any particular abnormality.
"This move... not in defense... no way... offense?
Bella whining like a solitaire. "No way," returns Taro to it.
"They just lost their lead, didn't they? Besides, there are still three waves of warheads left, so I'd rather be thankful if you could come in this state."
Yes, Taro's reputation was blocked by Xiao Mei's voice.
"Many space reservations around the allied fleet. Pretty massive, Mr. Taylor. I'm sewing up a gap in the anti-drive particles."
Serious voice color at no time. When the anti-foam gap created by the anti-drive particles becomes a fairly small substance. Taro immediately understood what the word meant when he put his neck all the way around it.
"Yes, no, no. If we're talking about the observation team, we must still be quite a distance away. Whatever it takes is too soon..."
Before Taro finished talking, the drive particles disappeared on the screen and new mass matter confirmation appeared. It was switched to camera footage, eventually reflecting an incredible amount of small ships.
"All fleets, prepare for anti-aircraft defense! Prepare for anti-aircraft defense! Damn it! The carrier's already here!
Taro's scream echoed across the bridge.