"Come on, you're burning flashy. That's ours."
A Kato tyke, dressed in a helmet and pilot suit, said looking at a burning ship that looked like a fighter specification bomber - a tricky but - hardened glass grate.
"" That's Chief Branson's ship. Damn, he was a good guy. ""
Gong, leader of the Bomber Team Cats, answers over the radio. "You don't know if he's dead yet," Tyke said, turning his gaze back to a bright red dyed radar display.
"How many? No. Cancer. I guess it's not all in there. If I did, I wouldn't be able to go home alive."
Tyke asked if the actual humans were on board, not the contents, i.e. AI or remotely operated drones. In close range battles competing for a few seconds of comma, there was an unbridgeable difference in whether BISHOP was available. BISHOP shows us a near future.
"" I don't know. But based on their movements, it's probably 30%. That's about 600 for information from Plum. ""
"Wow, I'm not happy. That's data. I didn't ask you."
"" Really? I have better information. They say they have more than 2,000 loads of regular aircraft carriers. I don't think it's loaded. I'm telling you, there's gonna be a second wave or three. ""
"Ha, that's hilarious. What makes you think it's not loaded?
"" He said he arrived too fast. So you're loaded with propulsion fuel and drive particles. I'm supposed to put my toys on the list........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Let's get to work. ""
There are usually four eared spheres in the place where the beam launcher is suspended, instead with a small rotary air-to-air turret. They follow about twenty drones and accelerate with brilliant formation flights.
"" Chur, Grandpa Yuki, don't leave my ass. Please support me thoroughly. You're free to move, Tyki. That's easier said than done. Take eight drones. ""
The gongs hand gesture and give instructions to each one. "You know what I mean," Tyki chuckled small, pointing the fuselage's path towards someone different from the three of us.
"There's a dump somewhere......... he can't do that. After the drop already?"
Tyki searches for affordable targets in airspace, but all the prey nearby looked like a plane that had been attacked by launchers. The Cats aim was to protect their allies, and if they were going to attack anyway, they would have preferred an opponent without a launcher thrown at them.
"" Tyke, there's an affordable one in the top left of the front. We're going to cruiser Caspan. ""
"Is that it... Copy that, boss. I'm on my way."
Comfortable G came along with the fuselage swirling, and Tyke's real sense of being on the ship boiled down. He thought that a battleship like Plum was too stable to be any different from a station.
"How many... thirty planes? Come on, you're in a lot of a hurry. No, you can't."
Tyke moved to plunder over one of the delayed planes to deal with as he ran his machine to make a big detour around his opponent, who was headed for the cruiser Caspan. And then, without mistake, he greets a series of painful shots from a suspended turret.
"Okay, we've done two things. One belongs to the drone. But it might be true that the other top reads his mind. These guys turned their turrets in your direction."
"" Well, that would be a successful operation. By the way, the other model is a Lancer. ""
"Shit, right. That's what Char's bastard said?
"Oh, yeah."
"Damn, then I guess so. You can't win with acceleration, be careful."
"" I know. Be careful, too. ""
Tyke hit his prey to carry out his next attack as he swirled his fuselage with behavior that was fundamentally impossible for humans.
"Ha, that's awesome. Our head is a hell of a bastard."
Tyki laughed bitterly at all enemy aircraft in range for the dreamy situation that lock-on would be complete in an instant. The Cats' fuselage was data-linked with Plum, and the jamming the fuselage emitted. Funny enough, the turret's attack hit him.
"Maybe we should worry about the number of bullets, this is so... damn, you guessed it! When!
Tyke noticed a slight drop in the fuselage shake and shield level gauge, causing the fuselage to swirl up significantly. The edge of the mouth drips due to a slight acceleration of gravity, and who gets a little.
"The controller............... you!
Ignoring the fuselage following his swirl, Tyke focused his attack on the fuselage, which was tending to lag behind. The fuselage that could follow itself as a Cat tribe was either a drone that didn't have to worry about acceleration by G, or the same Cat tribe was on board.
"Rock, fire!
Light bullets fired. Enemy bombers to be destroyed. I can see that the movement of the surrounding enemy drones became scattered for a while, dropping the controller as expected.
"When this happens, shouldn't we just be able to trigger and lock on with one button? Why don't we report it later?"
Tyke destroyed about three of them to keep building enemy drones while crushing that. Then the remaining enemy drones started accelerating, which even Tyke would not be able to withstand, moving to his companions.
"" This is the cruiser Caspan. Thanks for your help. Thank you for your support. ""
"Whoa, say hello to the president after the war. Play him a bonus."
Tyke began accelerating toward other prey as he swayed the fuselage loosely to look like a caspan. The opponent you were attacking earlier seems to have given up attacking Kaspan and has moved in a different direction. There's nothing you can't do, but the target was a Lancer type, a high-speed bomber, and the relative speed could have been considerably reduced. That is synonymous with being almost stationary to each other in the universe, and we cannot engage in high-speed manoeuvres utilizing the stubbornness of the Cats. Besides, most importantly, I didn't even have to go out of my way to risk that.
"There's only so much prey. There's a long way to go."
Tyke felt the joy of repelling his enemies disappear the moment he saw the radar. The number of enemies was too high and bored the bottom of my heart.
"Ooh, yah. I've had so much to drink. Are you okay with this?
A man sitting on a device to control anti-aircraft artillery said, frightened by too many enemies. A seat with a pilot was placed in a small room in a narrow sphere, where all footage of the range of attack was shown on the wall.
"You're about to be in a Super Combat 8 lass boss fight...... this is awesome real, but we're not actually in the turret, are we?
From the next room, you can hear those who are in charge of the anti-aircraft, just like you. When the man turned his face towards the empty door behind him, he returned, "Oh, you're right," he said.
"If you stay, you'll die 100% when the enemy's beam hits you. Even Super Combat did?
"No, that's what it looked like in the past edition of SpaCon 3. It's the type of raw space view from hardened glass, not this kind of screen, because it reproduces a big old ship or something. It was seriously difficult because it didn't count with a single blow."
"Seriously. It's from me five, isn't it? You're gonna do three next time, right? I'm a little interested."
Shoot him! The enemy is already here! ""
I hear anger from the radio between the two of you who were in conversation with a faceless opponent. "Oh, seriously," the man responded lightly to it, using the controller at hand to launch the attack.
".................. Huh? Hey chief, about half the screen is filled with tech breaks. Wouldn't it be a bad idea if I shot this?
The man's screen, a battleship cherry boy's anti-aircraft artillery seat, showed a giant battleship tech break coupled to the upside down.
"" Uh... in a direction that doesn't hit me as hard as I can. It's a small caliber, so if it's a little bit, it's okay to start with a shield. Probably. But it's better than being thrown down a launcher, so if you're going to be hit by an enemy, somewhat in the direction of meditating on your eyes. ""
"Seriously. It's pretty hard mode..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
A light bullet was fired from an enemy bomber coming this way, and the blue light flashed on the screen. The man meditated his eyes and set himself up, but naturally no shock came.
"" Idiot! Shoot me back! We're safe here! ""
The chief's anger is heard again, and the man rushes to resume operations on the cannon. Calculate the expected future position and distance of the enemy sent from BISHOP, the speed of the bullet, and fire a small caliber beam gating gun in series.
"Fuck, fuck! That was definitely a hit! Rug, it's not you!
A man complains about an enemy bomber who quickly passed by.
"You mean their future expectations were more accurate. Fuhihi, I've already done two things."
From the next room, I hear the same voice as earlier. When the man offended, "Damn," he turned his eyes like plates and searched for his enemies.
"" Too bad. That's the drone you did. The manoeuvres in the contents are in serious condition. ""
Attention from the chief. "Seriously," he heard from next door, and the man lowered his sip somewhat.
"Wow, there's so much fire up there..."
Apparently, an enemy launcher burst into a tech break moving on the screen, and there was an explosion in part.
"Should we get out of here now? Looks like there's almost 200 planes coming to this ship alone, and obviously I'm the one who's after them."
Voice from next door again. "Seriously," the man said, returning to it, he began to draw an evacuation route in his head.
"Why us? If you're a man, aim for the flagship."
"No, no, you're not going to Mr. Taylor's toco. That guy's anti-aircraft barrage. Seriously, Dad. I can never say it's thin anymore."
"Seriously? Have you seen it?
"Yeah. I saw the reproduction when I did the simulator, but that's not a human trick anymore. I operate 40 cannon holders on my own. I don't know what that means anymore. So, what do you think the hit rate deviation is?
"Wow. The deviation is, like, over 80?
"Ya, deviation 102. I laughed unexpectedly. I wouldn't even tell a kid about 102 today... that's probably some kind of gift."
"Seriously. Pa."
"Right. Pa hey."
"Super Pa"
"" Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Come on, seriously! He's dying alive! ""
I hear the chief's anger again, and the two of them shut up. Sure, the chief's right, but the man didn't know what he felt. Whether it's happening in real life or not, it's because the situation wasn't any different from when he was playing his favorite game.
"Well, I'll do it......... but can we just do something about it if we drop it a little bit? We have as many enemies at the Alpha Anime Festival as we do."
"" Even the Imperial Army First Mobile Fleet doesn't possess that many onboard aircraft...... ok. I'll give you a bonus if it works. What do you want? ""
"Seriously. But blah, blah, blah. I don't care about money or anything. I don't want to die."
"" ……… The Alpha system is the domain of the Rising Sun. It shouldn't be enough to influence an animated festival. What if we can get all the new issues we want? ""
The two men became ship-to-air shooting down kings.