No one knows where the beginning was.
But considering the size of the galaxy, it must have been trivial.
That's on the other side of the galaxy, far from the Alpha side of the universe. Epsilon 2: Exploring the right of passage on the main trunk route in the universe.
It was difficult to say that the right of passage for large stargates in that relatively rabid universe operated very fairly. Fraud and bribery were rampant, and the figures indicating waiting in order could not be credited. Companies entrusted with management were doing whatever they wanted, and no one cared about that.
But it didn't even start now. Such conditions have persisted for at least nearly 2000 years since the Empire set up its sorry regional development stargate back in Tai Chi.
That was normal for nearby residents and business people, and although there was some inconvenience, on the contrary, I even thought it was not all bad to accommodate with money. It was something that everyone had experience with, such as a situation where I really wanted to rush things.
"Guys, I really don't think you're willing to go through with it at a regular rate. It's licked, we are."
An employee of a company based in the center of an empire said that on an armed ship's bridge. The ship was flexing, brand new, and the newest of its kind rarely seen in places like this. And there were many such ships floating around.
"In outer space, we're talking about no matter what we do, the government won't be involved. Let me remind you of one thing here."
The declaration of war took place only lightly.
The unfortunate thing was that the central company did a pretty good job of that fight.
Likewise, the company that manages Stargate was not so obsessed with the region.
And as a result, the company on the attacking side made a big profit.
In other words, the greatest misfortune in this matter was that the war had worked.
"It's like an outer spacer and other primitive people. Kick it, and you can take it."
A whisperer on the network wrote that. It was merely a selfish word in virtual reality, but there were many people who thought the same thing in reality.
Many decent companies, many others not.
But the galaxy was wide, and that was a huge number if you think in absolute terms.
"This is just... whatever it takes. Is this our fault, too?
He said with one hand the electronic paper in his hand, in his company's first conference room, which was somewhat wider and more luxurious than it used to be, as Taro spun the office chair around.
"I'm not kidding. Anyway, there's no way you can take care of how what you sell will be used!
Liza, who took the seat next to Taro, released the material with a rough nose and indignation. He behaved somewhat badly, but they all thought the same way, and he didn't raise a voice to blame.
"I don't care. I've never heard of a blade dealer hanging."
Bella, who looks fed up, spits out her cigar peel. The eyes had captured the material in the candlestick, switching the display of the paper in an unfamiliar manner from time to time.
Together we are talking about what is happening between the outer spacer and the imperial people. The electronic paper materials in hand are commonly known as tiles and have been disseminated by the PR department only a few months ago.
There was, of course, a time difference until the information arrived at the ultra-era method of carrying the information as objects, and there was also a voice of doubt from PR about its practicality, but management pushed it through that it was absolutely necessary.
"I kind of feel like I'm going backwards in time. Something strange happened to me, even though I needed to."
Such a bella voice, like a shudder, somewhere to enjoy.
She was right, the reason I used such a thing was because I needed to exchange information without going through BISHOP. It came from a Taro idea based on Earth's newspapers, simple but certain.
Of course, the transmission of information to the network isolation area was still taking place in a close form, but they were due to pulse chips - chips use brainwaves! - and that does not serve the purpose of espionage.
The tile version contained extensive information, including not only the areas controlled by RS, but also places where it was not, and the content of the data had been changed by the position of the reader. From the extent that the general public has grown hairy in the news they read to the confidential information held by Taronda.
Sources varied, but the biggest part were the outsiders, the discriminated people, and the fruits of espionage by Phantom and others. The former makes the galaxy very wide. The latter is narrow but valuable information.
"This is just a surprise effect that the central side is saying a lot. What if we can get guerrilla fronts everywhere in the future? It's not business, is it? Don't die on this."
I assure you that Taro was somewhat confident in his military knowledge. Besides, Bella agreed, "Absolutely," she looked at the vortex of purple smoke as it was sucked into the special air conditioning.
"If we don't want an end to the war after we've convinced each other, we should smash them until they can't get back together, hey. It's amateur work halfway through. There will still be evil, this."
"That's right. But I wonder if we're okay with this. I'm sure we're going to have a real relationship with the center. If we keep the Alpha system tight, OK?
"Hmm? How long have we been outlawed? You can leave me alone."
"Huh? Oh, well. Are we mafians? Wow. Nice tax to pay."
certified by the government in a formal form, taxes are paid, and some legal binding and obligation is imposed. Instead, it is Mafian Corp that can receive asylum, and it is in a completely different position from Outlaw Corp, where everything is free - the ultimate self-responsibility.
I'm sure Taro is supposed to hold his head by now. Thinking about Lynn made me feel just a little sorry. Of course, switching your consciousness to Dingo depends on your feelings.
"Because you pay a lot of money every month. For the central guys to get into a fight in our house, we have to file a declaration of war with the government. You think I'm gonna make it through?
"I don't know because public opinion is on our side after the Mercenaries. Will Mr. Dean squeeze me if we don't have an affair? Wow, that's helpful, but you still scare me, General."
At the same time, Taro thanked the General for being on his side.
As a matter of fact, I have also heard a few voices from some parts of Parliament saying that we should leave the government's buzz, and that was one of the issues that we had to do something about someday.
But the problem also seems to be a good thing to calm down if we use this case. If we tell the key legislators that the current peace is due to the Empire, they will also have a voice.
"I don't mind because that guy's a shareholder, too, but I feel like he's in some kind of a long relationship. I wonder if it's all right. We're not on the spider's nest, are we?
Dean himself should be making a lot of money from the Tarrandas, and I don't think he's going to say anything boring about what he lent. But what the surroundings think is a different matter, and I couldn't say that I could not possibly get into trouble.
"Heh heh, now is not the time. Stay close at best."
Bella laughs mischievously. As Taro grinned bitterly at it, "I don't like that guy," he gave me a "what are you talking about" look.
"How close I got to him would not be in the nature to bother me with that. There 'll be a better one closer to you."
To Bella's point, Taro thinks a little. Eventually he realizes hah and looks to the side. There was Liza smiling at her brother Yuzuku's little devil.
"That's Bella. I know how to make bonds."
When the General's sister said such a thing, she sat on Taro's knees in a flowing motion and put her hands around her neck. Temperature passes from the intimate body and is confined to its softness.
"Well, if you'll excuse me, I have fleet training. Have fun."
Bella stands up with her hands flickering. Training seems to be true because I wore my hat properly.
"Wait, Mr. Bella! It's Akan! This situ is absolutely Akan!
"You're a brainless man. What are you upset about? That's a good story."
The Admiral of RS says that, but she disappears beyond the door without waiting for a reply. Taro just dropped Bella off at the top of the Buddha, who looked like she was having such a good time.
"My brother's a tough guy, but he's so sweet to my family. I'm sure it'll make the company better than it is now. Bella's right, it's not a bad story. Besides, you don't have to think about it like that. Just now. Isn't it fun just now?
A gentle breath sweeps through my neck muscles. Taro felt the feeling of goosebumps, but was strangely impressed with where the hell he remembered this kind of technology. Of course, if I had my hands on it, I never would have thought it would fit just now.
"Ugh, hmm. I don't care if they say so. Taylor, I don't know much about that."
"It's okay. I'll tell you everything. If you just sit still..."
"Sounds like a lot of fun. Can you tell me, too?"
Suddenly appeared, the figure of Marl who let him out of breath. Taro said, "Whoa!?" When Liza was reflexively lifted, she gave it to Marr for some reason.
"No, I don't want it. What am I supposed to do? Should I even remodel it? I think it's time for medicine, not mechanical engineering, if you want to make your chest bigger."
"Ah, you'll tell me. My lords prefer perfume scents to mechanical oils. Enough as it is... Ugh... by the way, Mr. Marr, what can I do for you in the Alpha system?
"You've decided to let me go to your men. You can't let me do everything forever. Something that doesn't grow later. Or did you update your schedule last week?
"Oh, oh? I don't know if that's right... my mistake."
"Come on............ that's not true. I didn't come here to tell you that. Hey, look at this."
When Marl presses Taro, who holds Liza, he puts more and more information terminals in his hands on the table. As they turned to her side, they glanced at the screen of it.
"Breaking news from Andrea (A) First (F) News (N). It is a leading media specializing in political economy and is capitalized by Gigantech. It's so tough."
Marl manipulates the terminal into an analog to display what appears to be the intended material. When Taro saw the collection of letters, he began to read them at the beginning.
"Emergency Bulletin. Are there signs of civil unrest in the Imperial Government Army? According to the informant, the faction around Marshal Reinhardt is in the lead.................. hmm. Civil Unrest Hey............... Huh? Civil Unrest? No, yeah!? Not here, Mr. Dean and this faction!?
Taro who is disturbed and about to drop Liza in a hurry. As he unloaded Liza somewhat abusively onto the table, he moved his face closer to the terminal and began to run his eyes to eat in.