Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

A giant meteorite drifting through space and a broken spaceship with its nose tipped into it. Taro fits in the vice chair of the rock boy supporting that spaceship and is staring at the BISHOP screen. Rockboy's cockpit is on the front of the fuselage, next to Taro for its domed glass - actually reinforced resin. In other words, I can confirm the appearance of Marl sitting in the driver's seat.

"Stembay, Stembay............ NOW!!

Taro matches Marl's voice and manipulates Rockboy's fuselage control function. A wire tied to the skeleton of a ship stuck in a meteorite is pulled by a rock boy and threaded as it undressed bends.

"The fuselage output, the physical shield output, are stable together. Looks like it's going to be okay to increase the output by about 20% more, Mr. Taylor."

Xiao Mei, coupled to the operating panel of the rock boy, emits while blinking the lamp. Taro cleverly tows the wire with behavior beyond the limits on the catalog where the rock boy is originally supposed to be possible as he increases his output to the intersection of his nose.

"... YES STOP!! After that, cut it with the arm and you can go. Thank you both for your hard work. Long time no see."

Taro leans deeply against his seat as he exhales in Marl's voice.

"Let's get out of here early. No matter how many shields you have, just in case?

"Yeah, right. I'd really like to ask an expert to handle the explosives... ok, it's off."

Looking out at Marr's voice, he looks at the abandoned ship, which leaves the first half stuck in the meteorite and slowly walks away.

"But what if a ship for meteorite destruction bursts into the meteorite itself? Kamikaze."

Marl answers Taro's blur with a laugh.

"I don't know what kamikaze is, but you're right. But isn't that okay? The energy of the collision caused the meteorite to orbit. Most importantly, we have more salvager rice seeds."

"Miss Marr. With all due respect, any remarks that please the misfortune of others... Miss Marr, please expedite the ship. Some detonators are starting to reactivate due to the impact of detachment."

To Xiao Mei's voice, in a cockpit where moments stop. The next moment Marl says "Recalculate!!," he shouted, "I'll take care of it!!" The voice returns to it.

"Whoa, whoa, no kidding. I knew I should have stopped. Because this is the job!!

"Ugh, you're so loud!! Gallanti was good!!

Taro quickly recalculates the best possible attitude from the power point of the wire, and immediately sends the calculation results to Xiaomei as a function group. Xiaomei, who received it, further transferred the value multiplied by the spacecraft's margin, etc., to Mar, where Mar had various experiences. Perform such steering functions as may be most appropriate, taking into account the habits of rock boys and the behaviour of abandoned ships.

"Aataru su!!?

Taro is pushed hard into his seat on a rapidly accelerating hull. The pair of acceleration suits you're wearing will tighten your body up and try to secure the blood around your brain.

The next moment, a flash as if burning out the eyeballs.

Shockwave of spherically spreading particles.

"De... bri... incineration..."

"Miss Marr, leave that to Xiaomei"

Xiaomei flatly answers Mar's voice, which endures acceleration just like Taro's. Eight debris incineration beams immediately mounted on the rock boy are running, burning away the meteorite shards flying to the ship.

"There's the big one... coming... yum yum yum yum yum yum yum!!

Taro uses BISHOP screaming and adjusts Rockboy's posture from a large fragment that won't burn with a laser to a path to avoid it. Numerous giant fragments pass right beside the rock boy when he is about to lose consciousness of the acceleration increased by the curve.

"Ugh...... uhhhh, thanks!?

The ship stops accelerating and Taro is finally released from tightening. I feel intense lightheadedness in the blood going down from my head.

"Yep... I can handle it. We've blown up the meteorite, so we can take an extra gallant from the station's Environmental Division."

"That was good...... hey Marr. Anyway, I'll find out soon enough, so I confess, but blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

"Yes... it's okay. Because so am I."

"Oh well... hehe"

"That's right......... hehe"

Two people laugh out of relief that they were helped.

"Should I have leaked around moving oil here, too?"

To Xiao Mei's voice, two more laughs up. Due to the cockpit, he splashes his legs and throws his limbs out unconstructively.

"Ah already, I laugh too much and my stomach hurts...... hey, you. I knew you'd stop looking for Earth. We'll make a good team."

Hit me and change. Serious voice marl. "Maybe," Taro returns, putting his arms together and replacing the pillow.

"Actual toko. You don't know that for yourself... if you could find Earth and go home, it might not be the Earth I know anymore."

"If so, all the more so..."

When Taro looks at the stars through the window, he continues, "But no."

"I have to go home, I don't know. Feel something like a mission... it's hard to explain. Am I supposed to tell you where to bury your bones? At the end of the day, I guess I'm a stranger and an iceman."

"Yes..." Marr said in Taro's words. When she joins hands just like Taro, she turns to the stars of the galaxy.

"I don't know much about this because I don't have a burial habit at the station... hey, what kind of place is Earth?

"I don't care where they say it is... you have the ocean first. 70% of the surface is the sea. With 30% of the humans and animals left, there was a lot of nature left, at least when I was there."

"70% of the ocean... that's too inefficient. You're not terraformed?

"Does terraform mean it manipulates every planetary environment? No. Humanity didn't have that kind of technology yet. You've been trying so hard not to break it in a natural and capable environment. He's ecological."

Marl looking incredible "Phew" in Taro's voice. Taro keeps it sideways.

"I can barely see the stars because of the atmosphere, but instead there's the sky and you can see the morning sun and the sunset. I've never been there, but it's desert or jungle. Some places are like permanent frozen soil, while others are tropical areas where you can live naked. Some of the places I lived were just mountains and rivers."

"Heh... you're very different from a planet terraformed into a certain environment. It's a chaotic environment. Have you ever been to a river or a mountain? Don't you think it's dangerous?

"Dangerously. There's nothing dangerous about that. If you go to the mountains, there's a river, and I played scattered when I was little. I don't know what's going on now, but it was beautiful enough to keep drinking."

"Can you drink, water from the river? You mean without processing? What? It's not a pile of treasure!

"Treasure...... oh well. The water was precious at the station...... but when I said that, it didn't seem like it would be tight. Thousands, tens of thousands of species of plants are in there, and they're real livestock. It's not synthetic food like you don't know what it was anymore, it's real, right?

I guess I'm working my imagination desperately on Taro's words. Far away eyes as Marl wrinkles between his brows.

"So, what about the house? What place did you live?

"The houses vary according to the region where they live, but I guess they're basically stones and trees. Reinforced concrete will go into stone, too. We were two floors of regular wood, though."

"Wooden!? What a mansion!!

Marl emits like a scream.

"Uh, then what. You drink mineral water and eat real meat and plants. So you were living in a house made of wood? You look like an idiot. Then you should want to go home... what paradise is that?"

"Oh no. That's not why I want to go home..."

Taro says so hastily, but Marl seemed immersed in the idea of bumps, and there was no way he was hearing them.

"Really... do you really think there is?

Marl as if to whine.

"So I went earlier, but instead of" I think, "he said there really is. I don't know where it is or what's happening now. At least there is. That's where I come from."

To Taro's words, Marr, how he thought again.

"... Hey Xiaomei. For your information, what do you think?

Xiaomei, who has remained still silent until now, brightens that lamp for the first time in a long time.

"Yes, Miss Marr. I can't decide if there is, but I think it's a pretty credible story for Xiaomei. All the knowledge and common sense that Mr. Taylor possesses is unified into a pre-epochal one, and surprisingly, it's all consistent. I don't go this way with paranoia or deception. Nor do we have the most proof."

The two of you give Xiao Mei's words a surprising look. Xiao Mei twirls the wheel and continues.

"One is the language used by Mr. Taylor. An ancient language called Japanese, which is not common to the extent that only some linguists now study its existence. No one who can speak fluently of this, no matter how wide the Galactic Empire is, will exist first. And the other..."

Breathtaking two.

"It's DNA information. Mr. Teiro's DNA… With all due respect, let me examine it, but it encloses most of the differential classifications that the DNA of the present imperial human race has. It's everything from the winged to the subhuman. Do you understand what this means?

To the thought of no way, on a ship where time stops.

"Mankind's single planetary genesis theory. Maybe it's not a mistake."