Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Military knowledge to be educated in Imperial Army cadet schools.

That is information that is published jealously on the neural net, but it is a different question of whether we can actually meet.

For example, in the case of "optical weapons" as an item, the detailed content of the item itself needs to be learned as another knowledge, and such knowledge is surprisingly diverse. Not many people try to remember what it takes years for the military elite to learn, even though it doesn't help their lives.

But Xiaomei had poured all that relevant knowledge into Taro, so those cluttered knowledge was definitely overridden in Taro's head.

"If it's munitions related, I do have the knowledge, but it's a deal... it's going to increase the percentage of self-responsibility, but it's going to pay off a lot for that."

Hmm, nodding Taro. Marl, who held the cup like it mattered, goes on to say, "Right."

"Money to match transportation costs is only a fraction of the proceeds of trade. You can continue to transport as you've always done, but cargo capacity is more limited than being a military ship. Sooner or later, it's more likely to be a head-on."

"Sure," Taro said in Marl's words. Xiao Mei emits quietly there.

"Xiaomei agrees that Miss Marr's concerns are the best. Rising Suncorp's share of sales and expenses has deteriorated with the increase in the number of ships. It is self-evident that operational efficiency will be reduced if the number increases."

"As always, thank you, Xiaomei. But, well, you do, actually. We got here for a minute with the advantages of distributing dangerous areas, but it's time for a big company to really get their hands on it."

"Oh, that's my first ear," Marr said to Taro's voice. And Taro forwards emails via BISHOP saying, "There you go."

"Uh, I see. Invitation from the transport fleet... Huh? What the hell is this? There's hardly any military ships out there. You want us to escort you?

"Yes, what. I said no because it's not a lot of talk, but there's a lot of talk about this hand. Maybe it's more attractive to ship to dangerous areas than we think."

"When that happens, you can't wipe the edge any further, Mr. Taylor. Oh, Mr. Taylor's coarse chi."

"Uh, yes, yes!! You'll pull, Xiaomei. Come on!! Something wrong? Do you like it? Ha... weird, I guess I've transported too much."

Taro exhales powerlessly when he thinks of adult toys, the main product of transport.

"But then you're more and more at stake ahead. We need to strike a hand... we don't need to decide on the deal right now, but consider it as one of our options."

"Ayyyy... Yes, Xiaomei, because you don't have to react to the word that you're in danger ahead. That's where we've been in danger in the past and in the present. You can't try. Saying it made me want to die a little... oh, yeah, Marl. Why don't we just add Alan and talk some more stuff?"

Marl tilts the display on the table instead of acknowledging Taro. Making a call from BISHOP to Alan shows Alan's face just seconds later.

"Wow!! This is a holo display, isn't it? I'm surprised... but why is it just the top of my neck? Normally, it would be all over the body."

Special fog being sprayed from the display. And Alan's head, laser-colored, is displayed on the table with authenticity and undisputed realism.

"" Oh, come on, I don't know, but I'm confused. What more can I do for you than that? I'm going to Massa... I was going to go to the park. ""

Taro explains with a dear love, "Ooh, listen to me, brother," to a question from the head on the table.

"" So it's a deal... isn't it bad? ""

Alan, just from the neck to the top, exhales as he hands on his chin. The wrist off the display range is cut in cross-section and appears to be floating in the air.

"I wonder if there are any promising products to credit the original hand to 100 million."

"" Hmm. Nothing, but if you want to use it, you should limit that to half. If you lose your shipment in an accident or something, you're going to go bankrupt instantly. ""

"Ah, sure. Fifty million, then?

"" Why are you willing to go full power from the start, Admiral... just because you're good at the military doesn't mean you're up to business. Why don't you try 10 million there and see how it goes in parallel with transportation? ""

"Ugh, you're right...... so what do you recommend dealing with? Personally, I was wondering if you'd like a warp stabilizer."

"" Ho, what made you think that? I thought you were coming with ammunition and turrets. ""

"Why, it's Wynd, Wynd. I've never been able to defeat it, but most ships run away when they meet that one? Unlike them, they can accelerate as much as they want, so if they do, they'll have to rely on warp."

Alan snorts "hum" at Taro's words. When Marr glances at Alan with a glimpse like that, he sets his index finger against Taro.

"What do you think this mess will continue for a while?

Taro staring at Marl's index finger.

"No, you said you didn't see it. Wouldn't it be worse than that?

In Taro's words, "Why?" Two humans throwing their gaze at things like that. Xiao Mei continues with "Mr. Taylor".

"Can you tell us why you think so if you can? I don't think Xiaomei has as much information as I can assure you so far."

"No, no, no, it's obvious. It's Stargate, Stargate. Stargate to Adela is sealed off. Isn't that strange? There was an Imperial fleet over there, wasn't there?

Marl takes a lot of breath at Taro's pointing out. Alan goes on to say, "" I see. ""

"" At least for now, you mean the Imperial Army is unwilling to do anything with Wynd? You're supposed to be looking at the records of this ship over here, and the detachment should have had a Marine. If I wanted to do it, I'd be freeing up the station. ""

"But when it does, why? How much of a country station, in financial terms, should be a little fleet."

"I don't know why you said it... but I guess there's a reason. Reasons, Reasons. What is it?"

The three of Taro, Marr and Alan start putting together bumps and thoughts. Xiao Mei flickers within a few moments.

"Isn't it because of the neural network?"

Three gazes, gathered in the eyes of that sphere made of machines.

"Uh, isn't that a pretty bad situation?

"" You mean the military line is dead, too? It may not be possible, but then the core of the neural net will be down? ""

"If the neural net is really dead...... how about what?

"Mr. Taylor. Unlike neural nets, solar nets do not reach distances longer than a few light years. So if the neural net is gone, depending on the location, there will be a place where the information will be completely blocked. Sure there must have been a network map, can you see it?

Three people who immediately activate BISHOP in Xiao Mei's voice. A number of three-dimensionally arranged stars are joined by white lines, resulting in images like complex molecular structure models. Only the current location, Delta, and its surroundings, are shown there, but the number of stars still showed thousands.

"Hey Xiaomei. I wonder if I can calculate an area that would be isolated by counting it backwards from the solar net distance or something. Wouldn't this be a map of tremendous value if it worked?

Towards Marl, Xiao Mei shakes the head of the machine to the left and right.

"I'm sorry, Miss Marr. If it's part of it, it would seem possible if we had some time, but the number of computational elements is too high -"

"I got it."

Try to block Xiao Mei's voice, Taro's voice. I was wondering if I heard something wrong, little plum tilting his neck. After a while, Alan, who supposedly confirmed BISHOP, continues, "" Are you kidding me? ""

"" How many combinatorial calculations do you think it takes... I don't know what it is, but does the Admiral have gifts? I'm surprised from the bottom of my heart for a long time... but this is more than that. ""

"Yeah... and desperate."

Network map of the galaxy shown on the BISHOP of three people. Painted by Taro by the area where the line was going through, it painted a complex lingering pattern as if the insane painter had smashed the paint.

"Even Xiao Mei has recalculated, but surprisingly, it seems to be a really accurate map. Correct values have been calculated for all 4096 randomly extracted points."

"" I see... Hey Admiral. I know what that detachment was up to. ""

"Yeah. I kind of figured it out, too. Simply put, that's it."

Taro fingers the black area on BISHOP, sandwiched in blue and yellow. Adelas Station and its stargates were located exactly on the boundary of the communication area.

"They're the border guards."