Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

"Duh, what am I supposed to do...... shi, shield!! Start the turret too!!

A loud heartbeat and unbearable tension. Taro gives instructions with a trembling voice when he thanks him for emptying his stomach earlier. Such a tall, frustrating mixed marl voice.

"Is the shield a beam? Physical? I'm not loading the turret bay with ammunition. Calm down, Taylor. The enemy is still far away."

I looked at Marl and nodded Taro over and over. He himself was surprised that he was so afraid. And the reason for that is that it belongs to someone other than me.

"This is B112, a wind-like shadow crossed. Heading towards D024."

"This is C111!! He's over here, too! Just two things to see. Goddamn it, that's not gonna work!!

"This is D024, help me! Wind's attacking me!

"This is C164. Route, give me directions. No scanning, I can't see anything."

Screaming communications jumping in one after the other. Taro opens his eyes to a log flowing over BISHOP and repeats his shallow breath.

"Ma, wait. How can I be responsible..."

Too steep to keep up with the expansion, Taro getting up on the seat.

"Mr. Taylor, you have too many opponents. In these cases, it is likely that the stones are the first to gather in one place. Unable to calculate evacuation route coordinates?

When I manage to return "wow, ok" to my sober little plum voice, Taro concentrates all nerves on BISHOP. Hold on to your hurry and carefully derive the coordinates one at a time.

"We're done! Xiaomei, send it to another ship. Marr, I'll take care of the uniform, so, uh, give me a minute..."

"... ok. Hey, listen, Taylor. Whatever happens next, it's never your fault. I'm not comforted or rested. It's true. Please, just remember."

When Marr says so in a calm voice, he begins to manipulate the activation of the uniform. "What is that..." he opens his mouth tall, but Xiao Mei's chilling voice blocks it.

"Callsign D024, the reaction has disappeared"

Taro sees Xiaomei with a flashing look.

"Is that... the person just now, dead? So sad?"

"Unknown, Mr. Taylor. It is possible that the communication was just interrupted, or that we escaped in some way."

"As many as you want... Taylor, four are coming this way. I'll be in range in about five minutes."

"Wait, wait!!

If it's too steep, Taro screams. Marl and Xiaomei still provide information, but the footage from behind the brain strikes them all off.

Remnants of countless ships, floating in asteroid belts.

Broken plums drifting under zero gravity.

You look blue and white, Marl.

"No...... no no!!

Inside a wide spaceship, you stand alone in your appearance.

"I don't like" one "!!

Standing up the seat, Taro can hold Xiao Mei. Leaving the marl behind to be taken, he leaps out of the room and runs into a cryptic room known only to Taro.

"Mr. Taylor?"

The sound was heard, but Taro didn't recognize it as his voice. When he quickly concatenates the cryptographic functions, he steps into the room.

Inside the room, a giant machine.

A monster of boxes and cables that soars to the ceiling.

And a frozen sleep device.

"Mr. Taylor, I don't think Xiaomei can recommend this."

The voice of Xiao Mei echoing in the large room. Taro returns nothing and buries his body inside the refrigeration unit.

"Fighting, tactics, fleet manipulation, whatever."

Taro with his eyes open. Xiaomei goes on to say "But -" but Taro blocks it.

"Hey, isn't that bad? Marl's joking. That's not true. Twenty wines is usually an unlikely amount, right? Hey, Plum, please."

Taro stares at the face of a faceless machine.

"Mr. Taylor, this destroyer is powerful, and maybe even a large number -"

"" Maybe. "Then you can't, Xiao Mei!!

Taro screams out of the way of Xiao Mei's words.

"The ship could be new, and it's got thick armor on it. But I'm an amateur on board. I don't care if you want to study. Ume, I don't have time!!

".................. Mr. Taylor. Are you sure you want to override the Imperial Navy Officer Education?

To Xiao Mei's voice, Taro shows a strong grin.

"Thanks Xiaomei...... ok, quick toko please. Marl will miss you."

Xiao Mei takes her gaze off of Taro's distorted grin. She joins her own fingers to the cable by Taro.

"I'm in a hurry, so I'll stay put without sleeping. Mr. Taylor, please eat your teeth."

It was Taro trying to give something back to Xiao Mei's voice, but instead it was an unspoken cry that came out.

Running around like a running lantern, cluttered memories.

Huge amounts of information flying in.

Not long before the brain is ready to accept that,

It goes black and overridden.

- "Knowledge of uniforms" -

"Optical Weapons Operating Outline… Live Weapon Operating Outline…"

- "Warship Control" -

"Combat manoeuvre control... Evasion manoeuvre control... Electronic combat control..."

- "Melee combat."

"Targeting Control... Future Predictions... Cryptographic Shooting..."

- "Operation Command."

"Yang Dynasty... Assault... Sovereignty... Cover-up... Surprise..."

- "Fleet Operations" -

"Group Leadership… Communication Mastery… Column Control…"

- "Special control" -

…………………………………………

"Uhhhhh!

With his blood-running eyes, Taro jumps out to fall. An unconscious, exhaled stomach juice burns your throat with discomfort. The brain, supposedly painless, screams at the pain.

"Mr. Taylor, breathe slowly, please. And don't forget to throw up."

Taro looks out at Xiao Mei with his eyes open. As she moves, breathe slowly.

"Ho ho... No, no, no, no, no. There is, but there is."

Taro stands up trying to lean against Xiaomei with his messed up head. On your right, there's footage from the ship. On the left eye there is a BISHOP screen that shows a group of swollen functions.

"Hehe... hehe... ahh. Why are you making fun of me? Oh, shit, that's a headache."

When Taro whines one bump, he opens the door to the central control room.

"Taylor!! Where are you going...... hey, you okay?

Look blue, Marl. Taro just moved his eyes and checked her, "It's okay. I'll scold you later," I'll fit in the sheet.

"80% engine output. Ignore all debris below Hazard 3. The laser concentrates on the front. Change the predicted rendezvous position to the fleet. Beam both shield and turret. Preliminary shields are physical to collision control."

When Taro sends a quick order in BISHOP, he distributes the work to Marl and Xiaomei.

"You... you used that device?

"Well, I just went through six years in military school."

"Mr. Taylor. We'll be in touch soon. We have 120 seconds to assemble the ship."

When Taro returns "cheers" to Xiaomei's voice, he crosses the ship into a loud debris.

"Rapid Flip"

"Huh!?

"Kikyu Soku, Mar."

When Taro manipulates BISHOP while saying so, he rotates the ship 180 degrees vertically. It feels like the scenery that has been flowing backwards is reversing and backing at a dizzying rate.

"Thunderbolt uniforms are concentrated to the front. Engine shutdown. Cruise the rocks straight to the wall. Xiao Mei, lock on target"

"Rock on. Copy that. Is that the closest threat?

"Mmm, all of it."

Xiao Mei shows a surprising movement of machines and others. With that in his ass, Taro starts simultaneously activating all the locking systems of the turrets in BISHOP, each operating in parallel. From the obstacle around to the faint gravitational pull into the calculation, we separate the debris from the enemy flying object.

"This is C111, I see you. Cover. Which one should I aim for?

"This is C164, behind you. The radio fault is terrible and I can't lock it."

"Marr, transfer the lock-on coordinates to C111 and C164. Turrets one and two, start firing. Ume, I'll take care of the shield."

Multiple winds eventually emerge from the debris gap. I saw it one day. Just like that, a bullshit design made of parts from a stopover collection. The turret of the plum that initiated the attack beams out and pierces and destroys one of them.

"Hostile reactions disappear. One plane down."

"Hey, keep going!! Open the 3rd and 4th too!!

Four two-piece turrets mounted on the plumb, each shot once a second. Keep spitting out the beam of the Eight Articles like crazy. A very fantastic sight, not to mention the fact that the blue light reflects sparkling indiscriminately on the debris and is in battle.

"This is B112, sorry I'm late. I'm being chased by three winds. Can you do something about it?

When Taro finishes two winds to continue standing, he turns his consciousness toward what appears to be a B112 airplane.

"This is Route, will you keep flying straight? Marr, move the engine. We're going back at a speed that doesn't leave everyone behind."

With that said, Taro starts shelling without waiting for a reply. A small spaceship appears as it dives through the debris, followed by one blown up wind. I don't know if you were inspired by that, but the two remaining Wind planes are heading this way.

"Mr. Taylor, two hostiles have started firing here, and another three have entered the range. C111 shot down one plane."

"Rikai, Xiaomei. I'm counting on shield control."

Taylor, we're gonna break through the asteroid belt.

From the wreckage of the asteroid belt, three spacecraft flying momentously backwards. Waind popping up in the form of a pursuit of it is silenced by Plum's intensive fire. Three more winds popping up beam and scrape the plum shield to go.

"You can't lose if you push the force, damn it!! It's not a destroyer for Dada!!

A plum that keeps even beaming in such a way that it serves as a shield for other ships. Wynd was in the way of Plum's attack by doing laser jamming, but Taro, who even incorporated laser curvature by jamming into the calculation immediately, strikes it down.

There's nothing to do. The shooting from the front lasted nearly half an hour, when the plum's shield residue eventually cut 20%. The silence returns when the last wind stops moving while emitting light and heat.

"Come out... come out. I'll beat it all off."

Taro whines with his bloody running eyes as he stares at the display and BISHOP. Xiao Mei speaks with a calm voice there.

Mr. Taylor, the total number of shots down has reached 25.

"Twenty-five? Three more... Oh, is that everyone behind you"

"Right...... ha. I didn't feel comfortable living. I didn't lose the problem, but you picked up your life for now. By the way, the hull is safe. I got hit a little bit."

Taro launches hull check on Marl's words. Some of the hull armor plates were burned, as she put it - but the shields didn't diffuse all of the beam - and the blows that reached the internal structure seemed nil.

"This is C111. Thank you, Admiral. Let me buy you a drink when you get home."

"This is C164. It was a brilliant fight. Hey, guys, how about some compensation from Stargate Administration, transfer to some routes?

"This is B112. C164, I agree with your proposal."

Taro remembers more relief than his heart in the voice that informs him of his survival coming from the comms. When he closed his eyes and knocked down the seat, he let go of consciousness early.