Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

For decades now, Dingo has gone through countless battles. As the head of White Dingo, an outlaw co-op, I am proud to say that I have always been on the front line and that in all circumstances, for the most part, I have made the right decision.

But now he was definitely confused.

"What did they do? What am I supposed to do?

Dingo grunts as he watches his fellow ship still slowly disperse with the explosion. He continued, "Has anyone seen the beam from the enemy!!" Yelling, "but there was no voice to return.

"Think, think... what is possible. How am I supposed to be" oh "?

Some of them will be incinerated by someone one day. And some of them will continue to sag the universe forever. Bureaucracy scattering debris. Dingo continues to stare at the wreckage with his eyes like a plate, even as he continues to shell.

"... that's crazy. Why is the wreckage flowing backwards?

Dingo knew empirically that the explosion caused by the beam would flow almost evenly to all sides. Because the beam evaporates the opponent's hull at ultra-high temperatures and explodes by expansion coming from its heat. Like the wreckage on the hull he's looking at right now, there's not a lot of explosion to make sure he's pushed back.

"Is that a large-calibre cannon? No, don't... you bastard!! No way!!"

Dingo was exposed to various outliers in the hull information, but looks at one of them. What was there was the motion sensor's captured "debris reaction flying at high speed".

"Warhead weapon!? Don't be silly!! Such a fucking antique -"

Next to the screaming dingo, another bureaucratic ship blows up the fire loud again. His bureaucracy, cigar-shaped, had been destroyed to be shredded about a quarter of the hull. It seems to be possible to control manoeuvre, so sinking seems to have been spared, but Dingo is convinced that combat action will probably not be possible with that.

"Gu!! Spread out!! Turn around to the turret blind spot!!

Dingo quickly bypasses the ship greatly when the monotonous movement is poor. Eventually the sensor catches the motion reaction within no amount, and he observes the motion still.

The warhead released toward where he was until earlier slowly flew in drawing the curve, which obviously goes from Dingo's ship to where it came from. Plus, Dingo's ship's automatic debris incineration beam reacts instantly and lasers out what appears to be its warhead. That was too obvious and a natural consequence for everyone to know.

"That's right. That's what happens. But you don't."

Sensor chase, another warhead. It goes to one of the protruding frigates and produces a different result than earlier. Quietly pierce the hull without the light of the beam or the blink of the shield.

"... you're not kidding. This guy!!"

Dingo's predictions reach a definitive answer to an attack by an unidentified new weapon.

"Imperial Army!! Fucking dogs in the empire!!

He kicks his desk up three times when he forgets that he is in battle and trembles in anger. Half of it was anger at the Empire, the other half was against me.

"You just won't fall!! Can't you get caught in the center!!

Both fleets with reduced distances eventually develop into spectacular meetings by beam. It was already Dingo's fleet, where the fifth ship was sunk, but it was still winning in numbers.

Dingo turned back if there was a damaged ship, and as long as there was a gap, it hit from behind what the engine could see. The beam jamming of an ally on which several ships were loaded showed quite an effect, but was powerless against the warhead weapon in the example. It seemed that some ships had switched shields to physical at their own discretion, but that was only counterproductive. Overall, because beam weapons have more overall firepower than warhead weapons.

Losing Power and Damage dealt to the opponent's ship. That was hard to say which one was winning, and the battlefield was extremely confusing. For the first time since he began to live on the battlefield, Dingo could not decide whether he was winning or losing.

"Whatever it takes, the damage is too big. Retreat? Or..."

Dingo glances at the display. There is the letter of the communication request that continues to be sent.

"... Damn!!

When he slammed the display roughly, he opened the line of communication.

"I'll tell you what, I came here with my hands."

Taro finally blurts out at the connected correspondent. He didn't know what reason he was in this condition, and I didn't think it would make him feel better like a garbage dump from what I found out.

"" Which mouth is flattering. You think an imperial dog is the only way to imitate mud? ""

A voice containing anger, coming more than a comms machine. Taro tries to say it back, but now he stops saying he has something else to say.

"Let's just call a truce. I'm not willing to fight this way, and it doesn't make any sense."

This was an honest place with Taro at all. He was only attacked and has no idea what caused it.

"" It's over here, even if it's not over there. First you have to return what you stole. ""

Taro screams angrily as he cramps his pickles and eyebrows in that voice.

"I'm telling you to include that and discuss it, you bastard!! Don't let them stop the shelling right now, or I'll punch a torpedo in that ass!!

Shiny tranquility visiting the control room. I felt like Xiaomei was applauding in the corner of his sight, but Taro decided to ignore it.

"" … good. It'll stop in ten seconds. ""

Sent from enemy ship, countdown function. When Taro delivers it to the bureaucratic ship, the shelling stops at the same time as the count is zero. And visiting the battlefield, strange silence.

"" Come on, this will do. You're just dropping in a bump. Then I'm not going to leave you guys any more. ""

"Well, I don't trust you, and I'm not going to. Why are you doing all this for me? I don't know what that means."

"" Don't joke about it. You're telling me how much it's gonna cost? ""

Taro watches seriously and chips unexpectedly for remarks from enemy ships.

"What's with all this money? Bring a copy or whatever, grandpa. I'll send it."

Taro just wants you to take as much as you like and send all the data across the communication line. What's inside the chip is observational data to examine the universe's history, nothing unusual or unusual. There was no way there was a rival looking for the planet other than Taro, and there was no point in monopolizing it at this stage.

"" Hey, what's this? ""

Dossy voice, heard more than a comms machine. Taro says to it, "Whatever, I recovered it".

"" … I don't like jokes in these places. Hey. I'll never tell you what you guys were doing here. Shall we bet on Dingo's name? If you give me something honestly, that's fine. ""

Tilt your neck to the odd difference from the other side. "Whoa," he scratches his head unconstitutionally with the thought of no way, emanating as he holds down his trembling hand.

"I don't know if it's Dingo. What do you mean," bump "is a chip or device in a container?

Frequently visited, complete silence.

"... a capsule. I don't think so."

"I'm not loaded, you dumb bastard!! Just go back and collect it. Why not?!

Taro slams his earphone-type comms to the ground as he speaks out in anger. When he turned to his unspeakable anger, he stepped on it with his shoes and crushed it.

"Damn!! This place is like shit!! It's just a mistake to have to kill people!!

Taro screams as he wipes the tears that were flowing unknowingly with the back of his hand, pressing his face against the seat. I really wanted to be alone right now, but I couldn't leave here. He was now in a position to keep a large number of lives.

"It's a telegram from an enemy ship, Mr. Taylor. We sent the ship to confirm, so we have to wait a long time."

Calm little plum voice. Taro responded by waving without turning around.

He was tired, and I didn't think he needed any more action.