"Ha... ha... what happened to the third wave over here?
Taro visits as he prepares his rough breath. His eyes were open, but it showed nothing. Now he was deeply stuck in a sea of thought and BISHOP manipulation, only to be disturbed by information that came from his eyes.
"Unfortunately, there are only three hits, Mr. Taylor. However, it has succeeded in drawing the attention of the enemy fleet. Except for attacks by enemy ships, no noticeable damage has been sustained"
Xiao Mei's voice reaches my ear. Taro raised his hand to no one without cutting the focus used to supplement enemy ships and control anti-aircraft firearms.
"I see... Bella, or... thank you..."
Bumps and a voice like a solitaire. Eventually it conveys the soft feeling of holding the raised hand, and I can tell someone grabbed my hand.
"I don't know how you feel about just three shots, kid. Because I think these three shots are worth a thousand bucks."
A voice heard right from the side. Taro wasn't sure what those three shots were worth, but couldn't afford to ask questions, so he just decided to lean his neck.
"The second wave earlier, well, if it stayed that way, it would definitely have hit all the warheads off. Wouldn't it?"
Confident Bella voice. Taro swallowed the word, "So what's wrong?" and waited.
"And even though it was a nasty warhead you manipulated all the way down the road, It means that you've hit three warheads with a burning blade. I mean -"
For a little while. I feel a lot of power caged in Bella's hand.
He said, "One drink at a time."
A whispering, soothing voice. Taro smiled small at his mouth when he was convinced that he would be in a blurred consciousness.
"I don't mind the general concentrating on your work. I'll take care of it later. If that's the limit, now's the time."
The warmth that I was feeling in my hand goes away, and then I hear the sound of lighting the fire small. When Taro squeezed out his voice, "But mind..." Bella answered it.
"I don't care because they peek at me. Even if you know it, there's nothing you can do about it, it's common on the battlefield."
Usually a quiet Mercenaries flagship bridge, but now the silence had never dominated it. There were few conversations that were routinely made, such as voices leaked by the excitement of battle and various reports. All those on the bridge were confused.
"I'm moving... not... Guns... you're moving..."
Etta gasping painfully groaned with her congested eyes. Since the original girlfriend is not always resistant to parallel operations, controlling countless ships, including onboard aircraft, was a very bone breaking task.
"Guns...... Bella Arjmov, was it? You do have a large number of HADs deployed around what appears to be the enemy's second command ship. Our onboard aircraft is not closing in. Rumor has it, he's good."
Etta's deputy said, looking the same as usual. Etta somehow crippled it and turned a hard eye on him.
"There's no one there... the command is... from the flagship..."
I had no choice but not to have similar abilities to her, but Etta was irrationally frustrated to see why she didn't even know that.
"On your left. Would you like to lower the attack priority of the second command ship?
"I'll take care of it... do it..."
"…? But even if they say so, you can't blame me for not specializing in tactics. According to company policy, in these cases, a knowledgeable person or, in the absence of such a person, the chief officer is supposed to represent the commander."
"I'll take care of it... you're telling me!
Etta who exasperates and raises her voice. Applicable maximum lengths flutter and sift the body. But the deputy was standing up with a floating body, and Etta wondered in anger why this guy would cause so much trouble for herself.
"... Tetta, may I have a moment?"
Etta faces Tetta right beside her and speaks in the smallest possible voice. She spoke on a secret line by BISHOP when she made sure the deputy had no access to the communication function.
"You can detect mass, right? Is that even possible for people at close range, for example, in this environment?
"" Yes, sister. I think it's more accurate to be close. ""
"Well, that would have been nice. Then I want you to measure the mass of the deputy there. Weight."
"" Deputy, is that it? I can do that………… ""
"Please, do it. I can't afford to talk about it."
That's what Etta said and waited a while, stroking her chest down on the information Tetta sent her. The deputy's weight is that of an average adult male, and it was impossible for him to be a cyborg. No matter what you are deluding, your body made of metal will be heavier. Etta's fearful Phantom was capable of completely changing the shape of his face, because his deputy suspected he was making it up.
".................. Hmm"
Convinced that Etta was simply a man of bad character, he decided to transfer him to the frontline infantry unit after the war.
"EAP, contact the military... it's time... what's going on..."
With a face that does not hide disgust, Etta visited. When the deputy replied, "Ha," he tilted his neck with a difficult face.
"I still don't have it in my databank............... oh, excuse me. We just arrived. I'll be on my way. There are no sailing reports, etc., but the time difference is probably due to distance. Maybe the ship should get there first."
To the deputy's report, Etta leaked a grin, even in hard times. If we could pinch our enemies in the current situation, that was a good thing to think of as a definite victory. I can't afford this one either, but I don't think they have it either.
Etta has followed Coleman's formula and continues to indirectly control the area of the Enzio region. It was destroyed by the irregular presence of Rising Sun, but it can also be recovered. The EAP's military forces are identical to those of the Mercenaries' breeders, and have already led to the strongest influence of the EAP. It means that it was worth selling the expensive ship - of course the cargo is packed with a lot of money with no legs - for a cheap price as an initial investment.
"Heh... heh... Lose, can't be..."
It didn't work out the way I wanted, and in the current state of affairs, which has been raging, but it seemed certain that she was still in an overwhelming advantage to see the big picture. Military wing of the EAP. A reinforcement fleet of one legion, in the form of chasing the preceding aircraft carriers. An advance party led by Admiral Sodo, who still has a large fleet of ships. It was only parted by enemy obstruction, but it was only a matter of time before we got together.
"Winning is... it's me..."
Etta had such a grin that Tetta accidentally caught her face.
From a galaxy perspective, from a very close, but actually moving human being, the detachment of the EAP Alliance territory, which can be called far from Zayed. There have been many meetings between the two without ever having met with the White Dingo Territory. Two large fleets were staring at each other at each other at a place that still smelled like White Dingo was claiming possession of.
"Don't be ridiculous! That would be a threat! Anyway, if it's a fight with Rising Sun, there's no way Dingo is going to attack me alone! We're much more powerful!
A man who can get angry at a boy who's not even old enough. The man who binds the coalition fleet, known as the military wing of the EAP Alliance, did not see any regard for alliance stops, which would otherwise be his opponent. On the contrary, he seemed to think that he didn't care about the other person, which indicated a power relationship within the current EAP.
"I know, Mr. Tow. I know. But you can't do nothing."
Barely, but Lynn Bulkhorn, president of Little Tokyo, still head of the EAP Alliance, said. He didn't take a step toward the bearer of a body that was twice as good as he was, and he wanted it with a brave face.
"This is a dingo provocation. You shouldn't be riding. Totally pointless, but only negative!
Tow, a representative of the military, slapped his desk hard with both hands and yelled. That was Lynn's boarding cruiser, Barkhorn's office, and now it was just the two of them. Lynn said in a calm voice, reverting to the statue of the hero Tiger, who collapsed in shock.
"It doesn't mean anything, does it? By keeping our fleet here, at least the residents of nearby stations will be relieved. Besides, it's that dingo, isn't it? I don't even think you're going to make a senseless provocation. Maybe they'll do something."
"If so, you should leave the minimal fleet you need! You shouldn't have to bother to stick to the main force!
"That may well be, but shame on you, we don't have enough power to do more than sentinels in each universe to Little Tokyo. This is how I finally dispatch a small fleet. There's nothing else we can do for the military."
"There will be Takasaki's! How long are you gonna be caged in the dock!
"We've just been hit hard by the Enzio battle, haven't we? Please don't say impotent. Besides, Takasaki has just reduced the size of its operations within the EAP due to branching out. I don't think I'll respond to your request. I'm sure you know the best thing about the cause?
"... Huh, we just procured the ship at a fair price where they were selling the ship at an unjustifiably high price and devouring the rampant. I think we're the ones who have benefited the Alliance."
"Really? You're the one with the difference of view. By the way, it's time, okay? I'm not free, either."
When Lynn said so, she took a seat and urged the man towards the door. The man said something. I did, but eventually when I gave him one loud tongue, he walked out of the room.
"... well, I guess they're making a breakthrough to get together in a hurry from the big parents"
Lynn said so with a boyish, unusual look on her shoulder, holding a microphone for recording and opening her mouth.
"Uh, from Lynn Bulkhorn to Ding the Dingo. It's time for the military to move out on its own, so I was wondering if you could strike us moderately. I'll have some unmanned ships, so it'll help if you sink them in. Nice to meet you."