"............ perfect"
Ortega Niven, the head of the development department's special equipment division at Gigantech, the largest company in the galaxy, couldn't hide the tremor at the incredible end of what happened in the footage sent.
"Did you see that? In spite of that amount of wine, I am holding it on my hands without any help. The fleet over there is so different. This is real. Hard to believe, but it's real!
With excitement, Ortega exclaimed. In front of him was a device called Enigma, which caused the miracle. A magic box that can predict the behavior of the wind and intercept even some communication.
"So are you going to take action?
Ortega's secretary asked from behind him. "Of course," Ortega affirmed, striking the status quo against HQ.
"Don't fire on the fleet. One shot at a time. I haven't declared war yet. What we do is pest control as usual. Tell the chief of security to be persistent."
Ortega said, poking his finger at the secretary. Besides, the secretary returns the copy.
"Okay. Now, let's move the fleet forward."
Following the words of the secretary, the ship must have accelerated immediately, the comforting weight on Ortega's body.
".................. a little too much tension in the presentation...... well. It was a fact."
Ortega checked the fleet formation at BISHOP, saying so to reassure him.
In case Enigma failed to deliver as expected, Gigantech had dispatched only a few multi-purpose fleets - made up of anti-wine specialists. That amount was just about double that of all Mercenaries and Rising Sun ships combined, and that was the result of Enigma's presentation to his boss by Ortega. Gigantech definitely expected the device.
"This footage can be used for publicity as it is. I don't even need to sell it. If our security department moves, news media all over the galaxy will take it on their own. I can't even think about how many orders we're gonna have. It's gotta be a hundred million or something."
Ortega said so, often giving himself up to excitement, and when it settled down, he got the comms. The destination of the call was against an invisible fleet of ships that should still be tracking behind their fleet.
"Initiate action. What we do is rescue operations against Wind victims, the main actions being the banishment of Wind and the massive spraying of drive particles. It's not an act of war. As it stands, I will not side with either faction. As it stands. Now you don't have a problem, do you?
To Ortega's question, a voice returns from the comms machine.
"" Oh, that's fine, Mr. Ortega. As for this one in the first place, I'm not going to make a detailed record. You should do whatever you want. When it comes to surveillance, it's all about form. ""
"Roger, Colonel Dean. But it's tough, and so is the Imperial Army. I can't believe I have to come to such a remote place. You'll miss the center."
"" Ha, if that's what you think, I want you to stay in the center. You guys are too big to leave. ""
"Sure. I'm so sorry about that. But you won't regret it, will you?
"" I know. That's why I'm here. ""
Ortega snorted less and terminated the communication when he was satisfied with how the watchman looked in a good mood. Gigantech, the largest company in the galaxy, feared only two opponents, who belonged to one of them.
"No, as long as we have this, will we be one"
Ortega gently stroked it once she reached for the device and would cut her own destiny open.
"Times will change."
With that honest sentiment in his mouth, Ortega could not stay or stand, and ran out toward the bridge. Perhaps the captain would look disgusted at the man in the security department, but he wanted to see the moment the times changed with his eyes.
"It's the beginning of the Great Pioneering Era!
That's what Ortega shouted as she ran down the hallway.
Different people looked at Ortega like that with a strange face.
"Hey, you two. Are you finally eating?
A low, calm voice that reaches the ears of Taro, who was walking down the corridor of the Battleship Plum. Taro gave Phantom, the lord of his voice, a bitter laugh when he let him put up a bunch of pulse chip storage cases he had in his hand.
"There are so many things I have to do. I've finally got 15 minutes off."
Already, more than five hours had passed since the general lunch time. The current busyness of the Tarongs was worse than that during the war, forcing them to overwork in just a few hours of sleep.
"Honestly, it feels like you don't have to eat anymore. If you go too hungry, you won't feel anything."
Marr next to Taro said in a fed up manner. Then Phantom laughed with a pranky face.
"Is that the only reason? Miss Marr, there's sesame seeds on your mouth."
To Phantom's point, Marr said, "Damn!" and suppress the mouth. But Marr soon apparently noticed the mistake he had made, making his face red and leaning down.
"Hehe, he's framed................................................................................................. When I asked him if he had anything to pinch, he said he didn't have it."
Taro turns his gaze to Marr with his jitsu eyes. When Marl looked at the day after tomorrow as he leaned down, he clasped his tongue out and clasped his shoulders.
"Ha ha, you should get something to luxury in the dining room. Just listen to me while I walk. The Doctor has captured some of the shadows that appear to be in the light tracking method (Ray Tracing) and is currently working on confirming them. Alan asked me to tell him it felt pretty good."
Phantom said while encouraging the way to the dining room. Taro poses as a gut to the content of the statement.
"Come on. Now don't make things go smoothly... Well, if I didn't find it, I wouldn't have found it. Gigantech said they'd force me to do something about it."
Ortega of Gigantech, who became Enigma's negotiator, had promised me that it would suck if only there was an exchange near the shelling of the facility by enemy battleships. But there was no definite evidence to go beyond, and it was a matter of getting heavily involved in future trends.
"It's hard not to find physical evidence. There's gonna be a huge difference in the amount of money you charge over there."
Marr said as he walked after Phantom with Taro. Taro snorted "Sure," and prayed for the best of Mercenaries employees. Because Marl is twice as tough when it comes to money.
"No, what's going on with Etta over there? Still relieved?
The captured enemy general was in exactly the same condition as Taro said. He said that Phantom was in charge of the interrogation and that he had the necessary knowledge and experience, but he was told that it would take a while.
"It's only a few days, so whatever. But it seems to be quite enjoyable where BISHOP is unavailable, and while my consciousness is clear, I have been frightened for four or six hours. Maybe he doesn't even need to be tortured."
As I recall something, Phantom said. When Taro let the word torture pull his cheek, he returned a predetermined complaint: "Please don't overdo it".
"Ha, of course I know. Oh, yeah. In the wake of this battle, the Naraza Party has decided to give you a medal. [M] There will be an official announcement shortly. It's a medal called Medal of Freedom, sent to those who saved the abused. You did what you deserved to receive."
Phantom, going forward, said as he looked back. Taro said, "Do you want a medal?!?," he panicked, trying to say no. From Taro's point of view, he only did what was normal as a person, and he also thought he was the kind of person he would call a bastard if he dared to classify him. That a more noble man should receive a medal.
But before he could say no, he noticed the split between his eyes, and Taro stopped on the spot.
".................. hey, hey taylor. Don't stop suddenly!
Taro's sudden deceleration leads Marr to chase him from behind. "I'm sorry," Taro said, turning his body toward the split path, even though he thought it would feel kind of soft on his back.
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Taro stares silently at the end of the aisle. Next door, Marl peered back over Taro's shoulder and said, "Is anyone there?," he tilted his neck.
"What. There's nobody here... ah"
They noticed that it exists behind the aisle, and Marl raises his voice. When Taro started walking rather than reacting to it, he stood in front of the door that was at the poke.
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Silent doors, if you say more, Taro staring behind them. It was where the devil's device lay asleep, giving me the knowledge I wanted there.
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Silent time flies. I can hear Marl breathing next door, it must be from Phantom, the smell of coffee tickles my nose.
"... don't use it, you did it"
Said Marr in a smudged manner. "Yeah," Taro said back to it, taking a deep breath with his hands on his chest.
"It was tough but... a lot, some things to lose..."
Taro closed his eyes and offered silent prayers to the brave victims. He was still worried that he didn't use the device, but he thought it must be something he needed to keep worrying about for the rest of his life. Those who once know the taste of drugs will never forget it, even if they can stop doing so.
"If a man can protect a man within his reach, that is enough. And in many cases, even that can be difficult. You did good enough."
Phantom's hand shakes and strokes Taro's head. Taro felt nostalgic for what it was and was left behind.
"There's nothing certain about the device, Mr. Taylor. Even if it really gave me the knowledge I wanted, it would be utterly pointless if that were an override to places I didn't want. That's not just in terms of emotions, like memories or anything, but even in practical terms. You might even forget how to maneuver a ship. And how to use the bathroom."
I can hear Xiao Mei from behind when she was coming. "Don't bother him," Taro laughed, looking back.
"Thanks, guys"
Straight, I said, looking into each eye. There was lightness, but now my breasts were hotter than that.
"That word should be said again at tomorrow's general meeting. 'Cause we all worked so hard."
Marl comes at me with his thumbs up fist. Taro thumbed it up the same way, bringing it closer to Marr's fist.
"Finally...... I feel I finally stand on the same toco as everyone else"
Gentiles. Taro had always felt he was. That did not come from a geographical origin or from a difference in time. The presence of the example device was making me feel as if I was the only one cheating. I felt like I was the only one making it easier next to the people who were squarely desperate on the stage in the name of life.
"Mr. Phantom... I don't know what to say, but I will accept your medal."
At last, I was able to achieve nothing without relying on the power of the device. In Taro, that fact was huge, and he finally said, "I did it!" I felt like I could say something with my chest up.
"Me too, with this."
I put a lot of effort into my thumbs up fist and eat my teeth off with a smile to endure something creeping up.
"Just like everyone else, to the citizens of the Galactic Empire..."
Fist and fist approach, a distance that is likely to be touched.
But...
"Damn!?
Impact running all over your body. My legs lose their strength and get into the spot. My vision stained red and Marl and Phantom seemed to rush over, but they didn't look good.
- "No. I won't." -
From somewhere, a voice echoes in my head. of a man or a woman or not, I can just understand what it means, a conceptual voice.
- "You're an Earthling."
A number of voices go together, sounding like a ground beep. A cold strikes his whole body and holds his arms with his senseless hands.
- "Earth."
Countless figures emerge in red-dyed sight. They stared down in a huge red floor that lasted everywhere, trying to surround Taro.
- "Find Earth."
Taro screamed with all his might, but he didn't even know if he really had a voice.