Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Stealth specification frigates are traded for at least double the price compared to that of the general public. They sank two of them and sank one to keep it confidential. And it was Gowen who let one ship break through, but it was a voice of praise waiting for him when he returned to Alliance territory. It was even totally unexpected, just that Gowen himself was prepared to be sentenced to extreme punishment.

"Many ships have been lost, but the information you have brought home is worth a thousand dollars. Looks like the top is going to put you in charge of the new fleet."

His boss, who is in a bad mood at any given time, flirts with his nose like that.

"Really... I don't know what that is, as much as I appreciate it. Uh, that. Where did the HQ get its attention? Is this your opponent's electronic warfare technology?

My boss snorts deeply at Gowen, who starts nagging me.

"Naturally that too, but the problem is their new weapon. Intelligence sources said they had developed a new induction weapon that had been in there for a long time. Some people seemed to think it was eyebrow spit, but you didn't. It looks like it's already laid out in fixtures all over the place, but it's new information that there's something in the form of attachments to ships."

Hit and change from earlier, seriously expressing boss. As for Gowen, it was a fact that the enemy had not even been informed that he possessed a new weapon, so I had to convince him that it was something like that.

"I see...... sure that was a threat. Unlike beams, you can't let them jam."

I remember those desperate few minutes, and I shudder, Gowen. His "What are the chances that that one will be mass-deployed?" My boss shakes his head and answers the question.

"That won't be there. The details of the weapon are naturally uncertain, but there is no doubt that it is live ammunition. There are more drawbacks than that. Probably should be expensive, and warheads should need replenishment. Based on them, it would be a threat if we were institution-building, but I don't think we can get that far into that EAP."

A boss who sounds his nose and makes a look of contempt. Obviously, Gowen didn't feel a problem with the way he licked his enemies, but it didn't matter where he blamed it.

"Can you win this war?"

Short, ridiculous question. My boss never gave me an answer, but I didn't expect it in the first place. Because it was a premise to win and there was no need to think about losing. If you lose, there's only a path to ruin there.

"Come on, a new fleet awaits, Mr. Gowen. Let's get to the dock. I look forward to continuing my struggle to free people from the repression of the Empire."

Gowen receives his boss's words meaning "the story is over," and returns a salute. He thinks as he walks down the hallway after the Border Control Command room.

"Really, is the empire laying repression or something?

He often comes into contact with the role of border security and outside information. Sometimes we hear from merchants who enter the country illegally, and sometimes we hear from people who appear to be spies of the EAP.

But no one ever talked about how the Empire changed from what it was before, no matter who you asked. According to the story from above, the empire changed dramatically after the network dimension, but I didn't know what was actually going on. I didn't mean to doubt the upper management, but it was also true that I wasn't sure.

"Where did I think I had no choice?"

Gowen blurted out and decided to head to the dock early. All he could do was do what he was expected to do.

"I see, that's a very interesting story. Thank you for providing valuable information."

An Imperial Army man who meets politely. With Taran and Alan, and Phantom, this is the Imperial Army garrison of the Delta system. Using a whole bunch of fortified stations, Taronda was coming in eight hours using an EAP fast ship. They took a ton of credit for Stargate's interrupted usage rights, but now time was more important.

"Uh, yes. Seriously? Really, please?

What an uncalled for feeling, Taro that occurs. The receptionist comes nodding back at it with a strange look on his face, but Taro felt the look smelled somewhat like a lie.

"Will this move the empire? I can't expect anything."

After the reception, Taro blurs in the aisle to the dock. When Alan glances at Taro, he stops thinking about something.

"You're right about Phantom. Again, let me show you once."

When Alan says so, he changes direction and starts turning back his original path. Even though Taro wonders what it is, he decides to follow him.

"Taylor, can you make some cash? 10,000 credits."

There's no plaque or anything, Alan stopping in front of a big door. Taro said with a surprised look, "Cash? I will answer," but I shall be honest with you as to whether you have any ideas.

"Wait a minute...... hey, 10,000 degrees"

Taro accesses the station network with BISHOP and moves cash to the chip at hand. When Alan receives it from Taro, he proceeds to the back of the door.

"Hey, outsiders are forbidden to enter. Turn back immediately."

Moving beyond the door. The soldier, who was in front of both open doors, reappears, sounds bored. The soldier has his whole body solidified in a metal suit like armor, and because of his full-face helmet, he can't see the expression. Taro leaks an exclamation to the armed suit for the first time: "Hey..."

"I know. I'm an ex-military, but I'd like to give someone I know a tour of the facility. There's an old favor, isn't there? I was wondering if you could give me a peek."

Alan, who looks friendly, as he speaks to his colleagues. A couple of steps forward, a soldier points a gun at him without hesitation.

"Go any further and I will shoot you. This is a classified area. For a tour, sign up for a general facility from the receptionist."

Alan stops with his hands up to the soldier who tells him that in disgust. When he slowly gives in to the spot, he runs the chip he was holding onto the floor.

"... Hmm. I see. If that's the case, we're not talking about it. Don't wander around too much."

Unlike earlier, soldiers looking fun. Alan looks back and says, "Let's go," briefly. Taro was distracted by the exchange of bribes he had made in front of him, but PHANTOM pushing his back prompted him to move on.

"No, no, hey. Seriously? Is that okay? Primary confidentiality is the most important designation?

Taro lurks his voice and emits to Alan in a hurry. "Right," Alan returns briefly, but then he keeps walking silently.

"Uh, shooting range?

Alan took me there to arrive. Taro reading out the plaque that was there. Inside, there is a long table on a wide floor, with a human holograph floating hundreds of meters away that seems to be the target. There was no shadow in the facility, so much so that the lights finally came on when Taronda stepped in.

"That's what's happening, but the reality is it's just a leisure ground. Have you got any new moulds?

Elsewhere, Alan begins to pinpoint cases of numerous weapons being stored. Was there anything he cared about, taking one of the rifles out of it?

"BDP332? Nice gun, but I don't really like it. Do you have CC26?

Alan silently removes another gun from the case to Phantom, who asks that in mild condition. Phantom lightly receives a rifle much more gigantic than the one Alan took out first.

"That's because you can't use it on normal people. That's enough for me."

When it does, Alan sets up a gun to the target, most importantly. A thin beam is emitted from the muzzle along with the blue and white light, reaching the target in an instant. Taro was surprised by the loud noise caused by the shooting, but not enough to block his ears.

"No, Tsuka-Alan. What are you doing here? If it was just a spare time, ahhhh!?

Taro jumps up holding his ear to the explosion he suddenly hears from his side. To the extent that the sound heard from Alan's gun burst the firecracker, while Phantom's it sounds like he hit the metal plate with all his strength with an iron pipe.

"Even with a little shield, it's a good gun you can't shoot at each of them. Why don't you shoot me, too?

"I won't," said Taro, to Phantom, laughing at it. Phantom, who doesn't make it slight no matter how many shots he fires, but the seriousness of its recoil was easily imaginable.

"More than that, seriously. What? I know it's not just a game, Taylor, but you're not smart. I'm glad you're clear."

Tearing up but seriously questioning Tara, Alan sounds his nose when he fumes. Once again he heads to the storage case, this time again he takes out another rifle, with a variety of designs with streamlined shapes, unlike the one with every single shape the two of them use.

"This is AR 212. It's a new weapon developed by the Imperial Weapons Factory, and it's completely classified."

With that said, Alan taking out another gun again.

"This is BB49. Confidential. This is BB50. Confidential. L & DI, Confidential. This and this is confidential."

I'm telling you, Alan, one gun after the other to lift and show. Taro opened his mouth to him like that.

"Uh, you mean a new weapons laboratory? No, no, no, no, no. It's classified, right? Hmm, can you come in this easy?

Alan gives such a tall, self-derisive grin with his pulled face. When he throws the gun in his hand into the case unconstitutionally, he begs his shoulders.

"I mean, that's the thing. You should stop expecting the Imperial Army, Taylor."

With the look of giving up, Alan turns his gaze to the case.

"The Imperial Army is completely corrupt. If they have anything to do with anything other than money, I don't mind doing it naked and upside down. It's a bad bet, so no one's coming on board."