Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

A number of private stations, present in the outer space. Made of a combination of box-shaped modules, it gives a sense of a situational atmosphere, unlike the planned ones that exist in imperial territory, which would only have happened as a result if the modules had been added one after another.

There are two stars in the Creau 4 system, the closest to the Alpha system, equivalent to the Sun, and the stars depict a complex orbit of rotation. The Cleo Continuous Building Station was floating in its unstable gravitational twisting space.

"... refreshing, not for sale"

A thin pier extending from the station. Taro blurs as he looks at the display in the Plum II talking room moored to it. Multiple tables and sofas in the talking room. There are facilities for sailors to relax, such as long soya carpets, and there are also water heating facilities and something.

Plum also had a room equivalent to a conference room, but Taronda had more varied discussions in the colloquium room than there.

"Um, there's got to be demand. Is it too expensive?

Marl relaxing on the couch next to Taro. The smell of sweet tea rising from the cup she is holding gently tickles Taro's nasal cavity.

What you see on the display that you two are looking at is a list of the traded items you have listed inside the station. Unlike the imperial territory, where there are specialists in all goods, daily logistics are not stable. It seems that commerce in these ways is common here. Tens of millions of products were still displayed in the bidding market created for Neural Net.

"Oh, tell me for yourself. What, that doesn't look like it. The product we just sold is a bit older than the stabilizer we're selling. It's not supposed to change that much in price, why not?

"Um, did you happen to want a specific product or something? I wonder if there may be a specification for the type of device that can be loaded on this ship... it's just too tight in time, so if it doesn't seem to sell today, I'll turn it around to the buyer."

A full two days had already elapsed since Taronda put the warp stabilizer he had carried as a traded item to the tender. There were direct sales in the Imperial Territory, and even regional stations like Alpha most often had buyers in these markets within hours of selling. There was also a hand in selling it to a general buyer, a last resort, but I wanted to avoid that if I could. Because they really buy it cheap.

"Hey, what do you want to do, boys? You look so dark."

I'm worried about what happened to Taro and Marr. Bella shows up with a cool face with a cigar on her face. "Excuse me," she said, lowering her back across from Taro, receiving a drink from her men who had come late.

"Hi, Mr. Bella. Thank you very much. I couldn't find any product that came out before this."

When Taro defeats his body with his sigh, he throws himself firmly on the couch. Bella looks sideways at such a tarnished face, while activating the monitor installed even before herself.

"Warp stabilizer? Nice merchandise, but this doesn't work then. Bad way to sell it."

To Bella's voice, Taro rises as if begun. His "I don't know!?" Bella shouts loudly.

"In a vast galaxy, we're still anonymous. Unlike the Empire, it's not stable. All these people are cautious and suspicious of others. Maybe, but I can't tell if this product is a decent product."

To Bella's answer, two people nodding so much.

"From the people over here, I don't know what horse bone it is. I don't really know what kind of coop it is. You're selling the latest equipment? I'm not buying that."

"If you do say so... in some cases, they might think it's stolen goods or something. How about this, attaching a contract of sale to the product when you buy it?

"Oh, let's do that. Can I have a copy?

"Stop it, boy. If you don't want to be caught for tax evasion. If you want to make a duplicate, ask a specialist who can issue a duplicate certificate. It'll cost you some money, but it'll make a decent replica of the chips."

"Yeah, seriously. Then let's go in that direction. Can we sell it now?

Taro then, as Bella told him, takes a trip to a company specialising in the reproduction of chips, indicating that a contract of sale is to be attached to the product description. Then, after the tender site was updated, everything was tendered in just a few minutes. That, too, is much more expensive than the Tarongs expected.

"I knew it was important to know the soil... I should have talked to Bella sooner"

Taro's thoughts when the product was sold. Bella said to it, "Who was it that entrusted Alpha System-wide field research to Tomorrow?" He was giving it back in a teasing tone. Of course, Taro could only turn his face red and look down.

One line of plum, which ended the sale in the Cleo system, then began moving towards the first destination, point 01. I crooked some stargates, used countless overdrives, and the Quadropulse engine on Plum II continued to work without rest.

Though there was no danger on the road, Taro felt strange loneliness and anxiety when travelling in outer space, where the ship was rather sparse compared to imperial territory. Approaching the ship at the "wrong" level was mostly limited around Stargate.

He was traumatized by the lonely year he spent with Xiao Mei in the Ghostship, but didn't think that was the reason for this one. More than that, he analyzed that the fact that he was off the asylum of the Empire probably made him more anxious. He tried to interact with the rest of the crew as much as he could, and that was largely welcome.

"Come on, shake the dies there. Fumble? Huh, too bad. Your character falls into a hole, six points of damage"

Taro shared one game after another with his crew on the ship, playing like it was already too late to be played by anyone else, as well as games and leisure items that came to mind on the spot. He masochistically hailed himself as a "single-player genius," but it was a respected ability for entertainment hungry space sailors.

Already half a moon since leaving the Alpha system. Proceeding off the influence of the Empire, he was thus distracting loneliness and loneliness.

"Tough, but you can count on your father."

near the target point considered to be point 01. Taro watches the abandoned station on the monitor. And I said, "What are you talking about?," said Marr.

"Um, about the Galactic Empire. I don't hear good stories about being relentless or powerful, but I think it's important."

"That's right," Marr said to Taro's grunt.

"To do anything, it wouldn't start without a foundation. Mentally, physically, that's what varies though. I wonder if the Empire is such a foundation. If the empire is gone, I don't want to joke about it."

"That's right," he nodded in Marl's answer. When he tilts the position of the ship slightly, he releases the ship from the wreckage of a module block that he thinks is detached from the station.

"Confusion, it doesn't fit anywhere. You can't do business, and isn't it weird that there's a war? I never really thought about it, but the state is important."

His homeland, the planet thinks of Japan, Taro. He tried hard to remember the faces of his family and close friends, but he couldn't remember some of them. I'm sure it exists, but the figure only appeared behind his brain as a blurry shadow.

"Better than a porn mosaic, you do something about this one."

Growling Taro. When Marl says, "What? He asked back," A little bit, "but waved cloudy.

"Is this what the Doctor was saying about point 01?

Thousands of kilometres ahead of the current location, beside the abandoned station. A small building that was originally used as a system observation station. A faint beacon caught by the plum's sensors appears as a light point on the radar screen.

- "2.2% Shield Defense Output" -

An indication floating over the BISHOP in Taro. When he stands up surprised, he tries to jump up and sinks himself into the seat.

"Enemy? What? Large debris? What? What happened?

Taro in a hurry. Such a tall, calm Xiaomei answers.

"Unknown, Mr. Taylor. But it's not a debris. I know it's probably a beam, but it seemed pretty diffuse. There's nothing wrong with the hull."

To Xiao Mei's report, Taro strokes his chest down with relief.

"What was the diffusion of a stray bullet from outside the effective range... No, what are the odds of a stray bullet?"

"According to Galactic Imperial Statistics, it only happens a few dozen times a year or so, Mr. Taylor. Hey, that's a really valuable experience."

"No, I don't know what it means to be so satisfied... what's the scan, by the way?

"I'm doing it," Marr said to Taro's voice.

"I put my orientation on it, so I should be able to see it pretty far... I was there. I'll put it on the screen."

When Marl says so, he looks back at the radar screen displayed on the large display. The scale on the screen immediately decreases dramatically and switches to a wider display. Then some yellow light points appear in the distance in front of the right hand of the plum.

"All in all... 22 ships? Quite a fleet. What are you doing here?

I raised it as a natural question for Taro, but I didn't even expect the answer to come back. He said, "What do we do?" We just have to see how it goes, "replied Marr with his neck clenched.