Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

To Dean's incredible question, Taro tilts his neck wondering what the hell he's talking about.

"Rest assured. As you can see, nobody but me, and I don't have to worry about eavesdropping. All the recorders are stopped, too. You sure about that?

To Dean's words, a waving taro. We found out the recorder was a hull recorder, but he didn't know how to verify it. "You don't want to talk about it?" I don't know what you're talking about, "replies Taro honestly to Dean.

"I don't think I'm asking difficult questions, Lord Taylor. I'm just asking you what part of the Imperial Army you belong to. I have the authority to hear it, and you have the duty to answer it."

Low, threatening tone Dean. Taro gets some barometric pressure from it, but I also find it a lot better than Bella and Skole.

"No, I don't remember being in the army, and it's about Mr. Dean and Alan who are involved. Oh, because you don't have a past background? I'm not hiding anything, but maybe you won't believe me."

I can't even be sincere, but I answer with the most seriousness possible, Taro. But unfortunately, they didn't convey that feeling. Dean snorted "Hum" when he put his arms together and continued.

"So how do you say that one earlier? Without your knowledge of the military, I don't think you'd be a very good artist.

"Ahaha......" said Taro the bitter laugh to Dean's point.

Taro was setting up a little flirting with the army fleet as he traveled near the Delta Station, which was supposed to be the rendezvous point for this discussion. Previously, we tried to resist the Alba system in retaliation for quickly gaining control of the ship's system.

"Hey, it's a joke... I knew it was bad, huh?

"Naturally. Can such a thing be a joke? This was the place to issue a sinking order."

To Dean's voice, Taro is now in a cold sweat.

What he did was he blocked all jamming and hacking by the Imperial Fleet and changed the lock-on irradiation of what he thought was a flagship - for a very short time.

"Sink it...... no, it's not a snack. Let's just get some peace and quiet, shall we? If you get jammed up in such a large quantity, you want to do one of those resistances."

Taro was learning in his interactions in the Alba system that jamming coming from 20 ships at the same time was somewhat more powerful than regular jamming if he took each one. If so, I thought that if everything was processed at the same time, the strength of the jamming would not be different from that of a single vessel in the end. For Taro, who specializes in parallel processing, that was never difficult as long as he concentrated.

"You want the military to have a hand? Wrong decision, that is. This time, the circumstances won't give you any punishment, but after next time, why don't we do this?

Taro laughs bitterly again at Dean's advice. He was just trying to reveal the Imperial Army's nose for a little while, but apparently it would have worked better than he thought.

In addition to his desire to retaliate, the reason Taro remembered the flirtation is that the first time the Imperial Fleet projected it was the jamming of the scan. Taro first accepted it irresistibly when he received the jamming of the scan as well as the last time. That put Pram in a situation where he could not identify the Imperial fleet, and all identification signals were replaced by a simple string called "Target: Announce".

The funny thing is that this prevented Taro's flirting from touching the law. Taro himself was naturally aware that his opponent was the Imperial Fleet, but what matters in the trial is physical evidence. That is, hull information, where no information about the Imperial Army is recorded. This was asked by Xiao Mei one day, trying to imitate the modus operandi of Mafian Corp.

"Well, I'll never do it again, so give me a break. I remembered a lot of things the other day, so I said a little payback. That's all... haha..."

Waiting for Taro after the flirting was intense lock-on irradiation and warning signals by all fleets. I didn't feel alive, and Marl scolded me so badly. He could at least feel his chest, but he had sworn to his heart that he would never do it again, as he had said.

"That's all that was then, huh? That's hard to believe... but thanks to that, I learned a good lesson. I guess by now, the staff will be getting ready all night to work out new electronic procedures."

Dean, who still comes with some suspicious eyes, but only fits in with his heart. He groans, "You're some kind of genius... speaking of which Liza does that too..." and turns his gaze upwards to think about it.

"Hmm...... ok, ok. Shall we call it a day? I'm sorry I got you so busy."

A smile from Dean that would be sneery, but not emotional. Taro takes a seat honestly, albeit with some disgust at it.

"I thought you were talking about Wynd, but you weren't. Power game?

Go to the door, Taro. Unhappy, moving eyebrows, Dean.

"The contract is the same as before, Lord Taylor. We're done talking."

Taro clapped his shoulder "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Battleship Grey Arrow's reception with Taro out of the room. One Dean, who put his arm around his chest and put his foot on the table, is staring at the ceiling to put his thoughts together.

"It wasn't like I was trained in intelligence... no, could that even be deception"

"Come in," Dean says briefly as he reaches for the switch provided at the side of the table. Then there's nothing. A flat wall slowly begins to spin, and one woman walks out from behind it.

"Good mood, Mr. Dean. How was your meeting today?

A woman who talks slowly turns a certain cyborg-specific, pupil-opened eye to Dean. The white hair of the crop, aligned with the height of the shoulders, shakes and the morbidly white skin lights up thinly in the illumination.

"Don't talk unnecessarily. What did you think of the man earlier?

"Yes" to Dean's blurry question, woman.

"Nothing, I think it's just a young man. The way you walk is far from that of a military man, and it doesn't even seem like you were giving an intelligent answer. Your heart rate was up and down naturally according to what you said and did. I was wondering if it's natural to assume you're not mentally trained."

"That's a boring answer," Dean returns once he nods at the woman's words. When he turns to the hidden door that remains open, he raises anxiety as to whether he has been seen through.

"No way...... Ridiculous."

This stunningly primitive hidden door of his stare was working really effectively for me, at least as far as Dean knew.

When it comes to intelligence, it's electronic. At this general time, if you use a scanner for it, such as a recorder or wiretap, you can immediately confirm its existence. Daring to cut out such equipment was very effective in lightening the person's mouth. And first of all, no one realizes that Cyborg is physically deafening from the shadows.

"Either they're really incompetent, or you're incompetent. Let's hope it's not the latter. Come on, go."

Dean didn't even look at the woman leaving when he cared about her. He didn't like a creature called Cyborg and even hated it. It doesn't mean there's some kind of trauma, it's physiologically unacceptable. He had given serious thought to the reason, but he had come to think that he didn't care these days. Because his most interested birth is unrelated.

"He's just a guy... damn it, then what are we that just got eaten by that guy"

When he slaps his desk in the balls, he still thinks of the staff officers who are supposed to be developing a new contact manual. It would also be a matter of laziness in times of peace, but his organization cannot use it as an excuse. Perhaps you will have to work until you fall, but the credit and honor that is the consideration must have been far too much.

"Taylor Ichijo...... how far are you involved?

When he takes a picture out of his pocket, he looks abominably at it.

There was a huge factory in Waind, captured by Plum's camera, and a huge building that looked exactly like it.