Etta of the Mercenaries was now at the extreme of confusion.
The fleet she had hoped for was surrounded by a number of thin mechanical life forms up to the point of violence, and had not been formed at all, such as actions that were tissues. Many ships were fighting just to survive, and it had defeated dozens of times more enemies by the time one ship sank, but there were more than a hundred times more.
".............................. I don't know. I don't know."
Etta blurred. Her confusion was just that the fleet was in a tragic state. Not only that, but there were other reasons. Because even though the battlefield only shows what seems like chaos itself, the enemy fleet was really drifting through the cosmic realm.
"It looks like few enemies have gone over there. Yeah, no, he seems to be going, but he seems to be smashing it instantly. Is it some kind of new weapon?"
At a mild rate, the deputy said as if it didn't matter. It was a dialogue that would have given her even one of the curses if it was a regular Etta, but now she could only return the "recruit weapon".
"Most of the drive particles in the universe are consumed. It must have been used by a drive of wind. Except for a few ships that were loaded with spare particles, starting with the aircraft carrier, they seem to have been left in this cosmic area...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Warp scramblers were applied in the universe in such quantities that it was impossible to tell where or who was doing so, except for ships loaded with such high-performance drive devices, which seemed like butterflies, so to speak, on a walrus nest.
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Etta pulled her face almost all over the radar screen as she proceeded to walk in fluttering, ghostly footsteps.
"MS 77… 59… 38… Admiral. Admiral Sodo's unit."
Etta who notices the common denominator of numbering and can flaunt her face. She crawled back to the seat as she rolled onto her twisted leg.
"Admiral. Admiral Sodo. Can you hear me? Please reply. Tell me what's going on. What's going on?"
Etta to float with joy and cheek on the comms machine. After a mingled exchange of noise for a while, Sodo's voice eventually arrived.
"" Miss Etta. The situation is as you can see. We are surrounded by 100,000 wines and we have managed to make our own efforts to survive. Oh, no, it was about 70,000 now. The beginning of the incident appears to have begun with the entry of enemy stealth ship units. I guess that's what I mean. The truce does not apply to Wynd. I can tell you that the ship that was leading was on the run. ""
A noise-changing holograph said, shrugging his shoulders. Etta shook her head just saying that it didn't matter.
"Admiral, your fleet looks safe. You still have the power, don't you? Join us now. I'll slap the enemy."
"" No, Miss Etta. I am no longer the Admiral. ""
"Then I'll get you back. Come on, we need to siege them now. What's left is 200 or 300? They're less than a hundred. Heh heh, I can do enough."
"" Unfortunately, Miss Etta. Say no. ""
I assure you, Sodo. Etta opened her mouth pompously for a while and eventually said, "Admiral?" I asked back.
"" Didn't you hear that? I said no, Miss Etta. Our fleet is busy defending itself and collecting needy rescuers, and we are not in a very good position to engage in fleet warfare or anything. Now we need to retrieve many personnel by ourselves and leave this place ""
To Sodo's answer, Etta soared.
"What are you talking about! This is an order! Give me the ship now!
To Etta's scream, Sodo shook his head like a man.
"" No, I'll say it again and again, but the answer is NO, Miss Etta. If it's a crime against life, I'll punish you as much as I want later. But not now. ""
"That fleet is not your personal property! I'm the one who decides how to move the ship!
"" Too bad, Miss Etta. This is an emergency evacuation under Galactic Imperial Law. Each can use any means of evacuation. If my fleet appears to be following me, it is only doing so at their discretion. ""
"... hey Admiral Sodo. I'm not going to make a boring argument with you here. Sometimes after the war, right? I think we should get along."
Forced to hold back his pulling face, Etta, who doesn't know how successful he is, but says it as calmly as he can. But Sodo's eyes in the holograph were cold, trying to see the boring, I said.
"" You shouldn't have shot that facility. That way, we would still have followed your instructions. But you shot him. Waiting after the war is your ruin, Miss Etta. We lost. ""
The tranquility of the visit. And the people of the bridge begin to blur. Etta found a giggling voice in such a blur, leaving it almost to the impulse to pull out the gun.
"Who just laughed! Name it!"
A bridge that will be quiet again. Etta pointing a trembling muzzle at no one. Then, before I could do anything, my deputy took a step Ayumi out.
"Excuse me, Miss Etta. The Admiral's words are too..."
Before the deputy said everything, Etta pulled the trigger. The deputy's arm broke and flew with the bursting sound, and he nodded on the spot.
"" Stop it, Miss Etta. You are insane. ""
A holographic sod said with a face like he chewed up a bitter bug. Etta, who will surely turn her gaze to that.
"It's not over yet. If we go back to the center............... no, as long as I survive, we can start all over again as much as we want. The company, no matter how much, can easily be big. Companies beyond Mercenaries are just a matter of time away. There's nothing I can't do that my heart can read."
That's what I said, Etta laughing creepy little. In contrast, the admiral opened his mouth.
"" If you don't change, you'll have the same result, Miss Etta. You are alone. If you don't have company, you don't have any trusted men. I don't want to be the one who sees my thoughts. And this time the enemy has it, and that would be the cause of defeat. There's nothing going on. The enemy was only fighting one of you, not us. ""
"... you're fired"
"" Fine. The prospect of re-employment stands......... so please continue, Miss Marr. Without that Enigma, we'd be... ""
It looks like Sodo said something backwards, but it was no longer in Etta's ear. She sat down on the ground feeling tired with her whole body complaining.
"And Sodo... and that kid... I'll kill you..."
Etta stood by and tried to stand up for a small stealth ship for escape at BISHOP when she held back with vengeance her desire to throw everything out and lie down.
"Whoa, that's troublesome. And be who you are looking for."
But he was held down by strong force, unable to move. When you circle your face in anger and confusion, there's a deputy there who kicks himself in the foot. Etta eyes open in amazement.
"But you're a terrible guy to shoot all of a sudden. You blew my arm off."
A deputy who flaunts his own arm as if it were part of a toy that has been removed. When he shook that arm off like a stick, he crushed a packed sheet of BISHOP control equipment under a blow.
"No way... you... but... the mass..."
Etta, who was no longer able to think decently due to repeated confusion, said blurry. Phantom said, "Mass?," he tilted his neck, eventually nodding as he was convinced.
"Did you intend to discern by weight? Not bad as a focus, but you're down. How do you think I've survived this? Your opponent is the Imperial Army. It's not a little thing like you guys."
As Phantom gave in a little, he stuck a thousand severed arms toward Etta. Surprisingly, the contents of the arms were cavities of cancer, literally nothing.
"My job is to capture you alive. I could have killed him whenever I wanted to, and I could have taken him away. I didn't do it because I was afraid that someone more competent than you would be at the top of the fleet, like Admiral Sodo, for example. If he had led the whole army from the beginning, we would have lost. Unlike you, you would have just hunted us down pale as walking a flat path with two legs. Sure, your powers are amazing, but it's only when they don't know what they're capable of."
With that said, Phantom moved a thousand severed arms to where they should have been. Then the thousand cuts on both sides replaced it with metal from the shade of the skin, so that they could cuddle and fuse with each other. And in the next moment, he was moving as an arm as if nothing had happened.
"I'm going to..."
When Phantom prefaced so, he reached for part of the destroyed seat and lifted it in a really loose motion. There would be hundreds of kilometers. A mass of metal was lifted with the sound of pulling off iron, blocking the light. And because the operation was too slow, no one used it, even though there were good people around who had succeeded in holding some guns.
"Throw this guy at the first person to fire at him with all your might. Or against those who remained on this scene even after counting ten. So let's go, huh?
When Phantom said so, he began to count "one, two".
The bridge was alone by the time we counted four.
Etta, with all her hopes crushed, screamed small, and lost consciousness.