Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

I don't really want to admit it, but you guys are so incompetent that you can't even do one of the inspections properly, right?

An inorganic voice echoes in a cold, practical, small room made of iron, iron, and iron alone. The voice of the Lord slowly ran his fingers over the mirrored work table and felt a small satisfaction on the dustless fingertips.

"I'm sorry, Marshal." But it was the first ones who turned back. We can't be too big either. "

Standing in front of the marshal in a black robe, the Chief of Staff dressed in a military uniform said majestically. The Marshal nodded slowly to it and said, "This is a story based on that," and then continued, "Well, that's good."

"That's how I got hold of him." From the point of view of fulfilling the purpose, it is not bad. "

When the Marshal said so and put his hand on his chin, he decided that the current situation was about 70 points or more in total. Far from perfect, but far from satisfactory.

“The private sector is a grown-up. There will be no movement beyond disturbing information. The same applies roughly to the military. However, there appears to be movement around the Bismarck faction. We just got your info.”

The eyes of the chief of staff who was staring at the previous point were shaken, and information was sent from BISHOP. When the Marshal read them through his brain, he snorted his nose.

"Did you let the spares escape across the galaxy?" As expected, but moving fast. Do you have a trace? "

“We know where he is. I thought it was only a matter of time."

"I see. I guess they were prepared just in case." But loyalists have become avengers. "

"Yes, it will be enough to be convicted of treason later." Currently, there is little movement for other marshals. "

"You don't even know what's going on when you try to move." Besides, that's the thing. Even if you knew, you wouldn't be able to cooperate properly. "

Organizations are corrupt. It is no exception to the Galactic Imperial Government and the Imperial Army. They are the largest in the galaxy and therefore the most corrupt, in accordance with the laws of nature, which have remained unchanged since time immemorial. They spend everything to maintain the status quo, they don't want change, but if it happens, they don't know what to do, they just scold.

More to the point, they were too big to be agile. Both mentally and physically, the impact it has on the environment is unlimited. It may seem paradoxical at first glance, but the larger the tissue, the more careful you have to be with your toes. From the human under your feet, the step you step on becomes deadly.

The Marshal knew such things better than anyone in the galaxy. And he was one of them, and above all his chief.

"If we were allies, we'd be in trouble, but fortunately, we're enemies." The plan continues. "

The marshal closed his eyes and leisurely sat down on a hard metal chair. The plan is good so far, but it will not always be so in the future. I should have rested when I could.

"Come on, human. How are you doing?"

No one ever heard a crushed voice in a metal room.

― ― "Assembly translation wind ver1.78 test……… successful" ― ―

A BISHOP computer string that flows into Taro's brain. When he was satisfied that he had achieved a certain result, he took off the old but practical headset device and took a breath.

"I hope the results are good, Mr. Taylor. Good work."

The machine's voice can be heard from the foot. Taro held up Xiao Mei, who was wobbly on the floor, and placed her on the workbench, winking, "Well." He goes on to say, "It's just," and he sits on his cheek stick and says, "When are you doing this?” he asked questioningly.

"Isn't this a pretty good thing to say, Mr. Taylor?" The human life and economic benefits of this are unknown. "

Komei flashes the lamp on the workbench. Taro vaguely agreed to that.

"This is why I'm trying to develop Version 2, so I understand." It was good for people to be useful. But it's a bit personal. No matter what you think, it's like the night before the war, right? "

“Yes, Mr. Taylor,” said Taro.

"Lending a private army of up to 50,000 Princess Matilda, and a set of their equipment." This means that some of the guards were rented out, but it is probably unprecedented. There must be a lot of movement. ”

"I see. If it's a thousand people or something, it's 50,000." This means that you should use this to start a war, right? "

"Guess what, I think it's quite possible, Mr. Taylor." Pure strength alone is equivalent to about five fleets, so it is likely that there will be some large-scale combat. If it is a regular formation including auxiliary personnel, it will be 10 fleets, or one army. Admiral Sod was confused. "

"I wonder if there are nearly 400 ships in total." It's also a regular carrier with a bonus battleship. Well, we both carried it well... hey, what are we going to do? Recently, Dingo and Lynn have been staring at me suspiciously, and my chest is really tight. I know how you feel, but come on. "

“I don't know, Mr. Taylor, but it won't be much fun.”

"Ah, well, at least it's not a festival." haa..... "

Taro exhaled a deep sigh that had recently increased dramatically, and looked around with a distraction. Taro somehow liked the smelly miscellaneous equipment and the high-pitched junk that reminded him of the days he spent in Marl's workshop.

Currently, they are in a room inside the former Coleman Research Facility, now known as the RS Wyndham Research Station, known as the Big Egg. Only the upper levels of the Rising Sun were allowed to enter the designated area, which was extremely strictly controlled.

"Honestly, this is all from a long time ago, right?" There was a lot of it left.

Taro said so and took one of the steering wheel-like mechanical parts. It was totally rusty, and it was definitely something that we know to be old, although we don't know what it used to be or what it was part of.

What was gathered here was a variety of objects caught in the antique network they had created after seeing the tragedy in Wyoming, objects that were luckily rescued before being thrown into the blast furnace as scrap metal. It was extremely inefficient to build the best security system for people, and it was only natural to put them together in one place.

As a result, everything was literally gathered here, from trash that was really useless to first-class objects like those found in the museums of the planet Newk. If you look a little further away, you can also see Dr. Alzimov doing research in a separate room through the glass.

"Certainly, there is no atmosphere in the universe that promotes degradation. But instead, there are other degradation factors, such as radiation and something, so it's not as good as it looks.”

Xiao Mei fell from the table to the floor and rolled to the side of the junk. She stopped at one of the corners and turned the lamp toward a square, thin sheet of metal about 20 centimeters long.

"Except for those made in Newark, I see. Do you want them to be light?" Archaeology is going to take decades to challenge...... Hmm. "

Xiao Mei approaches the metal plate and looks directly at the written text, whether it is oily ink or something. When Taro stretched his eyes wide out to the side, he turned his neck and arms around to loosen his stiff body.

"Ahh, my shoulder...... but, well, there's a story about Gigantec that cares about the planet, so I'll be careful." Whatever it takes, you can sell your debt to Mr. Dean, right? Maybe we can get him involved in the search for Earth this time. "

"I see. That might be a good idea, Mr. Taylor." By the way, I'd like to ask you one question, Weekpedia. Weeky Pedia. Wikipedia. Wikipedia. Do you hear any of these sounds? ”

"Huh? What is that?" Pedia, is it a textbook or something? A weekly magazine? "

"No, I don't know. From the labels, it looks like an encyclopedia, but if it's not in Mr. Taylor's memory, it might be relatively new.”

Saying that, Xiaomei headed to another corner and rolled away. When Taro looks at her blurry, the lamp blinks, “That's right.”

“A species with Enigma resistance that Mr. Allan pointed out one day from Gigantec's Strategic Statistics Department. We have received a report that this seems to be occurring. It seems to be a small number for now, but it's forbidden to be alarmed.”

"Yes, yes, Taylor-chan, I'll do my best, so don't rush it."

"Yes, please." I'll do my best to support you, too... hmm. Mushroom Warfare? This is interesting, isn't it? I hope the contents are memory devices. "

"I don't care if it's a war, let go of the past." It's all about the war at hand. I wonder if you could help me a little. I think I'll put together a group of function classes, but there are too many of them. "

"Yes, I understand, Mr. Taylor." I'll be right there...... Mr. Taylor. Have you been getting numbness in your right arm lately? "

"... more than ever before, virginity is a terrible thing to do with your right hand." That's what I'm feeding you, right? Komei-chan, do you understand that? "

"...... Yes, of course I know." Calculating how many calories are burned across the galaxy will yield some interesting results. Is it something you can't convert to beam energy? "

"You hate that beam too much. I don't want to die from that."

"I'm sure that virginity won't be targeted. It's okay."

"No, it's not. I'm not. They're going after you. They're going after you.”

One person and one person make a stir. Taro remembers the days she spent alone in the Ghost Ship again, and proceeds to work remembering her nostalgia. When I realized that I had forgotten my hunger and spent nearly six hours working, the door to the entrance of the room suddenly slid open and the two eyes went there.

"Yes, I looked for Taylor, Komei." Something's wrong. There's something wrong with the network. "

Etta, the sleepy-eyed one, came in. Taro gazed at Xiao Mei and began to run quickly.