"It's my personal Stargate. Our little company, well, we don't normally have it."
Taro grinned bitterly at the hateful woman shown in the visor.
Ship-mounted overdrives are possible to some extent if you simply move to the next system, but not if you move a number of them ahead. It required specialized devices, or stargates, whose enormous buildings naturally had an eye-popping price.
The Taronda Rising Sun possesses it because when the Empire re-enters the Alpha and Enzio systems, Taron, who was able to learn about it in advance by providing information from Dean, darkly threatened to raise all wealth with the scheduled area residents.
It enables the exploitation of resources far away, which did not arrive in the old imperial era, and forms the basis for the activities of the Rising Sun Alliance in the Alpha side region. Eventually it was the top seat that dawned on the armoured plate that could be picked up in New York, but it was still one of the main sources of income.
"I've completely stopped working on development for the last two weeks or so... thinking about pushing up related companies. Honestly, I've got a head start right now."
Taro said so in a fed up manner, but the real place was not in trouble. Because it was just a matter of putting it on the compensation claim that you would be charging this other person in the future.
"....................................... how"
After a while, Etta from Mercenaries, who opens her mouth. As she breathed deeply as she couldn't breathe, she continued.
"" How did you calculate the coordinates to the subject? I hear that usually operates with two interconnects. Although it may theoretically be possible to operate on one side alone. ""
To Etta's question, Taro held Etta on their side.
"We need an excellent sonar man. When I sent the beacon from the other side, he calculated the exact coordinates in one shot..................... Oh, yes. Sorry. I'm in good shape."
Taro let her go with a snack at Etta who looked grumpy.
"" ……… I see. That sort of thing. So the whole series of fights was a buy of time for that. Buy time, until that sonar man wakes up. I didn't until I found proof. ""
Top of the Mercenaries that gradually turns from a look similar to giving up to that of anger. In fact, it doesn't mean everything was all a buy of time, but Taro didn't have to deny it, so he kept quiet.
"In fact, it took a lot of time to look into the past with the problem, the ray tracking method. I hear it's gonna be a decent physical evidence, but they said it's gonna take another half month."
This was true. The investigation led by Dr. Aljimov had progressed at such a rate that he could not hope for any more, but it was nevertheless time-consuming. The scope of time to investigate was broad and considerable in the past.
"" How well... you've made me so cocky... ""
A woman president who cramps her eyebrows and distorts her face. Taro felt the anger coming through the line.
"" I will never forgive you... for using any hand, I will destroy you! ""
Etta who absurds her voice and doesn't hide her anger. Taro takes that in the face and says, "Won't you forgive me?," he tilted his neck.
"" Yeah, that's right. I will surely make this atonement. Yourself, your closest man... ""
"Shut up, motherfucker! That's our dialogue!
Taro blocks the woman's voice and yells at her with all her might. I hit the seat. My hand hurt, but I didn't care. When Taro stuck his finger at the one with the camera for the communication line, he looked away.
"You see humans as mere resources, you son of a bitch, and you're a mistaken bastard who thinks you're omnipotent."
Taro knew the truth. The expression of despair shown by the inhabitants of Garda Station was still creeping into his head. There were no words to speak, and Taro was only able to relax at that time. Taro couldn't help but dislike the fact that the woman in the visor was the same species as himself. Taro had a woman who looked like a piece of evil.
"It's not just the Garda Station. It also incited Enzio and EAP to become fishing grounds. Look, just remember. I'm not letting you escape to the Empire Center, and I'm not going to punish you according to the law. People at Garda Station decide what to do with you. Don't think you can die easy."
Silently, but with a strong will, Taro speaks slowly. Apparently the visor woman was barometric and pulled herself back slightly.
"" Heh... heh... I wonder what you're up to. I don't know if it's too early to worry about winning. The battle isn't over yet. ""
With a pulled face, Etta said. Taro turned his gaze towards his opponent's eyes and eventually laughed small.
"You're such a jerk. Instead, I'm asking, you still think you can handle this?
"" I will. Nothing's finished yet. You just prevented the massacre that might have happened. It's just that. ""
"No, you're not. You're done. I'm already packed."
"" Heh heh... you're an idiot. I'm sure you're recording and distributing the pattern and sending it somewhere, but that's what it is. Like physical evidence, it's far from reverifiable evidence. No matter what the surroundings say, we just have to solemnly deny it. ""
"Oh, I guess so. It's a time when you can use jamming to make CG in real time. Good job, CG. Maybe that's it when it comes to corporate evil that never dies."
"" Exactly. You know better than that. And my fleet is still there. ""
"Then how do you know I'm stuffed?
……………………
"I already have." The other guy I need you to look at is looking at me. Don't you get it? Then go. Your fleet is waiting for you. "
Taro does the trick of paying the intruder well. Plus, the enemy Etta looks like she doesn't know what it is.
"... hmm? Thought we'd even have a one-on-one shootout? Mm-hmm. You're not wasting it. Bullets aren't free, and there's something I need to ask you."
Garda Station was one of a number of establishments and I hadn't found all of them yet. As for the feeling, I wanted to do it as space dust right now, but I couldn't possibly be dead right now.
"Plus, there's something about Coleman... see, go. I don't mind shooting at you, but we're just gonna run away with Stargate."
When Taro said that, he swooped back to the sheet just saying he had nothing more to talk about. Beyond the visor the woman seemed lost in something, but eventually disappeared with the blue light.
"Despair at best."
Taro just said one thing, that's what he said.
Etta of the Mercenaries has been silent all along as she overdrives to the waiting universe of the main fleet. She still believed in her victory, but the words of the enemy president remained on her head all the time like a bone stabbed in the throat.
………………
Quiet bridge. Only the sound of cloth rubbing of my subordinates and tettas, who turn around from time to time to ask me how it goes, is on my ear when I do it.
".................. me"
When Etta said so, she took a deep breath.
"It's impossible for me, the chosen one, to lose. I can read people's minds. Even Coleman admitted to me."
I said it to no one, as I told myself.
"We still have a thousand fleets. Nothing's changed, nothing's over. Join that one and smash that man's fleet. I didn't know about the truce. After that, we'll do information control…… yes. Nothing's changed."
Etta. When she bumped and squeaked in her mouth, she checked the time in frustration. As planned, I almost drove out for a while, but she felt it for a long time.
"Ten seconds left to drive out... nine... eight..."
As usual, the deputy officer starts counting down, and only that voice sticks to the bridge. The number of fleets imagined in his head grew as he counted down, and Etta saw a small joy there.
"... two... one... drive out"
Blue light floods the surroundings, and the usual tall noise leaves your ears out. Etta opened her mouth with her expectations as that blue vision returned.
"........................... ah"
Just one word, that's all I got.
"... what... why"
Etta said as she rose from the seat and rinsed.
Etta's radar screen showed a small unidentified ship as if it would literally exhaust the screen.
The main fleet that Etta was expecting was buried in that small ship, with no idea who was even there.
"........................... Ah"
Etta heard a chorus of screams that opened up correspondence that had gradually recovered and swirled there. She saw the identity of a small ship on a large screen as she went one or two steps in the footsteps that no longer held her mind.
It was a flock of winds, over 100,000.