Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

"President!! Loading loads, done!!

One of Alan's handyman buddies, dressed in a unique work outfit called silver and red vertical stripes. He wears a hat like a swimming cap so that he can move even under no gravity, and I find it kind of like old prisoner clothes for Taro.

"Should I make a uniform or something sometime... Yes, thank you."

Taro waves and responds that way, then he sees the increasing volume of destroyer plum. The containment space originally provided for the plumb is already overflowing with supplies to be transported, in the form of additional cargo hanging from left to right. In addition to the rock boy that was originally jointed between the thrusters, the Rapid Ship Stardust, owned by Alan and the others, was jointed to the bottom, making Pram look like an unplanned man who had shopped beyond his control.

"It's a beautiful ship, but I don't know if this happens... well, my wallet moisturizes, and it's a wonderful thing."

Marl squeaks as he wraps up various settlements next to Taro.

"Well, from a haulier's point of view, the mounting rate of 220% is a dream state. Actually, money tastes good, too, okay?

"Is that okay, what?

"'Cause we don't have any credentials, do we, temporarily, keep people's lives? I wonder if the government cares about that area. You needed to be qualified to do one cab on Earth, didn't you?

Taro looks at the long line of snakes of people who still ride into the contiguous pram and squeals so. These are some of the few people who have decided to escape from the Peta system, in short, the relatively wealthy people who have been able to pay for moving to Rising Suncorp. After originally feeling stuck as an abandoned pit system, this Wind Disturbance triggered the move boom in every station in this system now.

"The government doesn't even put teeth on it. The Empire is tolerant, but if you give it back, it's indifferent. There is only one common constitution for the Galactic Empire. Freedom and self-responsibility."

When Marr does so naturally, he returns to work on the settlement. I doubt Taro would be an overgoing liberal, but he didn't have enough social common sense to determine if that was the right idea to take.

"Alan to Taylor, they say the ride is the last in the line right now. exactly 1424 people. They've loaded their bags."

Taro returns "Good Luck" to the communication that arrived to BISHOP. Alan should certainly have been over there, and Taro peeks into the pier through a window in the station's gate lounge.

"Admiral, I'm further down... yes. Maybe that's it. I'm waving right now."

Taro finds Alan in a space suit waving on the underside of the plum and waves back himself. Even though it's a space suit, it's in Taro's memory. Consistent with that is, at best, the one in the domed glass position of his head. It seems to be using the material itself rather than air to apply the pressure, which is close to the so-called full-body tights. Alan cleverly manipulates the jet pack and starts inspecting the plum for damage again.

"I can really do anything...... it's rude to pick it up, but it sounds like you got some good talent"

Taro looking out and squirming. And he said, "Yeah, sounds like it," Xiao Mei said.

"He said he was proud that he had never made a mistake, but he seems to have a background that just speaks Australian, Mr. Alan. You'd be right if you chose your job and preferred it, but it also means being very discreet."

Taro nods at Xiao Mei's sober analysis.

"I hope you'll be our stopper who tends to run wild...... by the way, Xiao Mei, did you do the route assignment?

"Yeah, it's over, Mr. Taylor. Formulated with time priority as requested. Jumped 18 times. If you're going to be on a perimeter station mission that Miss Marr calculates as a candidate, you can do 80% of the time in 24."

"Mm-hmm. No, let's not this time. It's a different matter of how much I blame myself. Fifty wines are coming out next. - What a possibility. Not zero.

That's what I'm gonna say. Shoulder up and show you, Taro. Xiao Mei identified the shortest route to send people into the Plum to each system. Marr insisted that they should be transported to stations around the country, but Taro didn't feel too comfortable riding. Maybe one of these days we'll be able to do that flat out, but now it was more likely that the responsibility to keep people's lives would be more onerous than necessary.

"Well, it's an invisible and long journey ahead of us anyway, so we'll just take it easy. You said hurry would hurt things... but really, great popularity and our ship. I think I can be as hot as that. As president."

When Taro looks at the other ships he seems free at the pier, he does so, also remembering how sorry he feels.

"Naturally, Mr. Taylor. Migrants' hopes are safe, so no ship can make that happen more than a military ship. If this were other factors, not Wynd, none of us would want to get on the destroyer, on the contrary. Fuel consumption and ride comfort. More importantly, there is not a single load, that is to say, a price, or a good place."

"Am I passing through the descent of ~ even if I'm as hot as that? Really?"

To Xiao Mei's clear statement, some lips pointed and tall. He tries to say back that Plum is a good ship, but Xiaomei's words are not wrong, so I'll stop. It's obvious because it's a military ship, but it would certainly be less comfortable than other civilian transporters.

"You're really going to be a big room because of the space. I just need you to be patient... let's get going."

When you get up and stretch big, Taro starts walking in a relaxed foothold. Xiao Mei continues a little behind him.

"Mr. Taylor, have you grown a bit taller?

Taro turning to Xiao Mei's voice.

"No way. Growth is almost over."

"Taylor, watch the news now!!

Approximately half a month after taking passengers on board in the Peta system. When the transport to each system also finishes roughly half, emergency communications from Marr enter Taro, who was trying to sleep in too much spare time. Taro, who was lying in the captain's seat, which was a step higher in the central command room of the destroyer plum, dives to the floor so that he falls halfway down.

"Ibu, it's been a long time since you've dressed like this..."

Taro connects BISHOP with the neural net while remaining shrimp reversed with it sticking from his face into the ground.

"News...... oh, is this it?

Taro selects items with nearly double digits of viewers associated with each news topic. of some of the finely developed information go through the highest number.

"Eh, from time to time, the activity of the wind is activated in all galaxies. New models using warp jammers and beam jammers are also available... these are the guys we fought for. Uh, the imperial government has issued a state of emergency declaration level one. Call on each municipality to be vigilant, huh? Stargate and Station compensation coverage for damage to Wynd in the future will not make this compulsory? Wow, seriously. Eggplant, eh?"

"Hey Taylor, have you seen the news? I feel like we are lucky......!

Marl, who jumped into the central command room, frowned when he saw Taro, who looked like a shrimp.

"I'd love to record what would make me look so good if I made a mistake... did you see that? They're not obliged to compensate public facilities for damage caused by Wynd in the future."

"I saw it," Taro said against Marr, who is somewhat excited.

"Maybe it means you're paying more than you can ignore. Sometimes insurance companies are crumbling in related topics, and this is important."

"Yeah, right. The self-euthanasia facility must be busy by now. It doesn't look like it's happening anywhere, and I wonder what's going to happen?

Taro roars "hmm" at Marr's words.

"There's an article about the Imperial Army moving once, and I don't suppose the Imperial Center will be wasted. Honestly, there seems to be a thousand of those winds, but if you try them from the Imperial Regular Army, you don't have to trash them."

"Maybe that's true," Marr said to Taro's voice.

"But I will never send you to the region. Since the robbery, the Empire hasn't wanted to divide the army."

"Snuggly? What the hell? Is that the one that takes away the king or something like that?

"Yeah, like that. When some of the Empire's troops used to vacate the center in large-scale exercises, they tried to take control of the center with only the remaining troops. Looks like he landed softly after tearing up with tens of thousands of Exercise Army ships that turned back quickly. If I was bumping into you, it would definitely be a civil war, wouldn't it? It's horrible to just think about it."

Taro exclaims, "Yeah," on Marr's story. I'm also surprised that there was a crisis in the Great Empire that unified the galaxy, but imagining a large battlefield on the scale of tens of thousands of warships flirting around, the blood of a purely boy makes a scene.

"From the formation of the Imperial Army, approximately two hundred super crossbowmen and five thousand battleships. And 20,000 cruisers. Plus 50,000 destroyers and hundreds of thousands of other small ships... I can't imagine this anymore. How were you going to fight, these guys? When I was a little girl, I said," Oh, my God! "or," My God, my God, my God, my God, my God, my God, my God, my God, my God. "

"Sure," Marl laughed at Taro, who looked frightened.

"I'm really glad it didn't actually happen. And there's news about running the company. I'll send it."

News topics that will soon be sent over BISHOP. Taro's been sent. When he looks at it, "I see," he puts his hand on his chin.

"As a permanent mission, it's a bounty on destroying and informing all kinds of Wind... I'd like to avoid the battle as much as possible, but it might be a good idea in some cases. I'd like to put you in charge if I could."

To Taro, too, the real job. In other words, I could just imagine that a company that owns a large number of battleships, such as a bounty hunter or a security company, would have no chance of winning at all if it hit properly. Experience, size, funding, human resources, everything is out of place.

"But that's not right. Because I have a battleship, I'm sure I can think of things to do. This could be spring."

Taro begins to scrutinize some of the proposals that come to mind that may be feasible. Sure, the sea is rough, but is it okay if it's a chase wind? Taro tries his best to think so.

"Spring, hey... it seems winter to me. Although there is no season in the station."

Marl looking at the stars on the display.

to the Galactic Empire.

The waves of the times were about to push.