The conditions are too good.
This didn't have to be discussed with the two of you, and it was a sure thing. Taro thought that Dingo's sudden realization of the charity charm and other matters would not have caused the galaxy to flip over, nor was he an incompetent proprietor who did not know that the savory story had a back.
Taro said to see how things were going, "Wow, you kidding me?," but Dingo nods without glancing at his expression, "Do as you please. And I could say," I can't jet lag in information, "but they would say," Above and beyond. "
"Honestly, I honestly can't take it. I don't think he's a boring liar, but he's a crook."
In person, Marr made it clear. Dingo said, "Ah?," but immediately dismissed it. Taro decided to negotiate with a little seriousness after seeing how it was going and that this was finally serious.
"As far as we're concerned, it's a wish or a fulfillment, but I can't imagine you're just there. I don't even think I can do something like this, but you don't know what the purpose is."
Answer Dingo's brilliant electronic paper.
Sending information on a chip was itself seen in all galaxies due to the collapse of the neural net, but that was only an emergency response, and the downside to just sending information on the network was too great. Jet lag, capacity, hassle free.
And that's true with chips, so what do you hate when it comes to tiles? Until I made it because I needed it, but otherwise I don't even think it's worth something. So Taro couldn't see why Dingo needed something like this.
"I don't know about your concerns. But you don't. I had a good feeling about the war before, and I'm going to use it for something like this. Hey, you naturally know what I'm asking for."
Dingo question. And Taro said, "For once, it's the president."
"It's not uncommon in itself. Electronic paper. Oh, no, I rarely mean it for transporting information. Well, you can't make it normally."
"The factory has already been arranged. Full mass production begins in days."
"Ugh, seriously. You mean it more than I thought you would... Well, know-how and distribution networks mean you're coming all the way to us on top of that, right? Let other alliances distribute information strategically."
"Thank you. Damn, it's suicide. I'll get my people involved, of course. You can't leave it entirely to me. How long are you going to give me more than that? Your toko has an accurate star chart, so I'm pretty sure it's coming from here."
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"Oh, come on, that's not true, is it, Mr. Taylor? I did, how much did I buy about you? At least no EAP brains. Oh, much better. Even compared to the alliance of elephants. I'm not willing to lose even if I interact with your alliance, but I also don't think I can win. This guy's not bad. He's a relationship."
Dingo rolls himself out and gives him a slightly bitter look. Taro was somewhat surprised by the look on his face, which he had never even seen in half the act.
"The hub bribes me very much. I need you to do it around the edge of each other's contact zone. Then there will be the survey, but it will be the survey, but if you want it to be unobtrusive, do as you please. Of course I don't mind having the map out, only in this central universe. It shouldn't be to your disadvantage, and you shouldn't have the chance to use it. Or not?
The ball is passed to Taro. When he rebelled Dingo's words in his head, he thought for a while and glanced at Marr.
"I don't like war. Besides, I don't think we can wrap up the whole White Dingo thing the way we did."
Marl's concise words. And Taro snorts, "Right."
I don't have the idea of robbing some territory in the first place. Yet, as she put it, the White Dingo Alliance was founded by bringing together the bad guys from the Alpha side of the universe, and they were so different from each other.
It was good to say that power was at the opposite end of the democratic process adopted by the Tarondas, and it was the honesty of the Tarondas that even if they were asked to attack, they would forgive us.
"There's no territorial ambition over here. I'm proud of what I've done, no matter what I've been given before. Okay. Conditional, but you can do it."
While wishing him some great arm, but not bothered inside, Taro agreed so. Besides, Dingo smiles small "I guess I'll lose it". Taro raised his index finger "That's information," he continued, "What is a condition?"
"I want to ask you a few questions. First of all, why are you so confined to this guy?"
Taro flickers electronic paper. Dingo snorted at the question.
"Of course I'll let you hear it, but not necessarily to be honest, eh?
"I believe you there. If you're lying, you'll have to pull back later."
"Right. Well, good. Right, the reason is simple. He asked me to bow to the Empire."
".................. Huh?
"You're right. I've done something close once before. You thought if I asked you out, you'd ride."
"Ha. We were trying to seal off the Alpha system. That's it, right? We stopped it. Well, I guess so, but what does that have to do with anything?
"That doesn't make sense in itself. Problem is, he's the one who invited me."
When Dingo says so, he can swim his eyes around for just a moment. Taro's BISHOP then showed that Dingo had attempted to access some network.
"Uh, there's a lot going on. This place isn't connected to the outside. If you want to communicate, go downstairs."
"No, fine. I was hoping for him."
blocked Taro's words and Dingo said that. He went on even further when he got a somewhat satisfied look.
"It's the other guy, not the other guy."
Dingo stopping words and circling his face. At the end of his gaze, there was a figure of Xiao Mei flapping his legs in his spare time. He narrowed his eyes, he said.
"There, AI."
Major Arnold was a little drunk that day.
His 1,500 Assault Fleet ships, along with tens of thousands of crew members, were aiming for a certain system. The aim was punishment for non-compliance with intercompany contracts approved by the imperial government, a common task once a month.
There was nothing to take about it, whether it was unpaid damages for delays in delivery or something like that. In most cases at times like this, you must have hidden it somewhere when the Imperial Army arrived or did something. It was the usual trend that money would be made available in a big hurry and it would end without anything.
The purpose of the military is to forcibly seize valuable items "foreclosure," but if you have cash, that was the best thing you could do. The recipient is also most pleased with the credit, which has no hassle in redeeming money.
In other words, this was a threat, and no matter where the Major's twenty years of fleet life were searched for, a battle-like battle took place. Even if there were occasions of shooting up with a small fleet that developed a rash, it was common for such things to fit quickly. No one wants to die in a unilateral battle.
Travel was easy in the universe, where I had visited several times before. When was the last time he felt endangered by such a mission, or at least to the extent that he could not recall it, it was a perfectly peaceful everyday task.
So when the report came, I thought he must have made some mistake.
"Seven hundred enemy battleships? Stupid. One or two zeros must be different."
Major Arnold, who was relaxed on the flagship bridge, was so blurred by reports from the sentry.
"" No, Commander. It's not wrong, it's 700, not 7 or 70. Although not detected so far, many powerful scanning waves have been detected. He's a big man. ""
A stealth ship captain moving to the monitor said, sweating on his forehead. When the major called out, "Well, calm down," he said, "What's the other guy's organization?," he asked.
"" It's only an optical scan, so it's a rough estimate, but it looks like aircraft carrier 2, other large ships around 15, cruisers around 250, destroyers for the rest, or frigates. ""
"Hmm. Standard organization? But an aircraft carrier? Were there any companies around here that owned aircraft carriers? Aren't you deceiving Gimma?
Turn your sights to the staff at the bridge. But the other guy just shrugged his shoulder.
"" It's too big for deception. We're expanding to block the corridor, right? By mistake..................... oh wait a minute. ""
The person on the monitor is interacting with the surroundings somehow. He seemed to be cutting off the audio and didn't hear anything, but I could see how he was in quite a hurry from his expression and tricks. And yelling at my men.
"What's going on? This is the Imperial Army, right?
When I saw how it was going, Major Arnold said it was blurry. When he managed to activate BISHOP with his scattered head, he tried to check the placement coordinates of me he had been sent. But...
"" Admiral! They've started forming formations! I'm willing! ""
The captain on the monitor screams. When the Major looked up all the time, before thinking, he gave instructions as trained.
"Oh my God, all ships, type one combat posture!! Prepare for battle!!
Stand up from the seat and rush the container of liquor you had into the storage case. Pulling out a tube that could rehydrate instead, the major began to drink it vigorously.
"Captain, extensive jamming by the enemy has been confirmed. The communications network... Ah, no. Are you through? What's going on?
A staff member who wanted to report something returns to his seat in a confused manner. The Major tried to forget that it must have been something that wasn't enough to take, but the words left me clearly stuck to my head.
- Enemy?
The map of the enemy's placement sent to BISHOP is updated every minute. The opponent arrows the ship that appears to be a shield ship, and it looks like all ships are forming a line to an attackable shape. It was a very quick move and I heard that you would be well trained.
"Enemy......... ambush, were you? Us?
The major was in shock. Never before has this happened, and above all, it was unacceptable. We were regular and official armies of the empire that united the galaxy. The thin book of laws in the Galactic Empire certainly does, but more than that, we were supposed to be the righteous spokespersons.
And with that in mind, I got angry gradually. I don't know who the fleet of outlaws in front of me is, but I had no doubt it would be a bunch of fools who would spare more money than their lives. I see. This is outer space. I guess there are some of those people.
If so, I have to remind him in some cases.
"If the enemy fires a single shot, strike back immediately."
When the Major so ordered, he nodded satisfactorily. For an empire to rule the galaxy, it must show its power once in a while. He decided to think so, wondering if this must be the time. It's time to hustle and tell that you're not sleeping all the time.
"" Oh, my God! Enemy ship fire! Enemy ship fire! ""
That's what the captain, who strives to scout, exclaimed, and communications soon went out. His head seemed to have managed to unfold too quickly, but the Major was not so intoxicated as to forget the orders he had just given.
An immediate counter-attack order was communicated to the entire army.
And here, for the first time in centuries, outside of training, the strikes began between the Imperial Army and the Imperial Army.