Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Successful data chip collection at the point known as point 01, Taro continued his lazy voyage towards the two remaining collection points.

There was uncomfortable air in the control room for some time after the earlier battle, but that was also completely back to normal by the time a week passed. They were young and had companions who supported each other.

"We're leaving the White Dingo sphere of power on the next jump, Mr. Taylor. Now you can say goodbye to the dog bastard."

Turning to Taro, Xiao Mei grins with a grin. "Finally," Taro mutters to it, sighing.

"I don't know, because he treated me like a troublemaker everywhere I went because of him. It's finally replenished."

As promised, Dingo, the head of the White Dingo, did not imitate what would strike him again after the battle. But he silently dropped off the Tarongs who were leaving, but instead there were no words of apology. Taro came to mind for it, but at the time he was exhausted and didn't even have the strength to complain.

After leaving the battlefield, Taronda stopped at the nearest station to receive various supplies and repairs, but no matter how much she negotiated, she never got permission to dock. I had no choice but to stop at some of the stations at the crossing point, none of which admitted to the docking of the Tarrandas. As a result, Taronda was made aware of the fact that every area around it was under the powerful control of Dingo as of late.

"Hmm, rebellion is a good place too!! Fortunately, the dead didn't come out, but the ship and people are injured. If you ever come to Imperial Realm, I will take your place!!

When Marl says so with all his anger and mind, he starts pounding on the edge of a monitor made of soft material. Taro starts the last overdrive when he can call such a marl "sort of". The ship is badly hurt in the battle ahead and I want to get him in the dock as soon as I can.

"I'm going to have a headache right now considering the live ammo and the repair and replacement and the expenses... I wonder if I can make it with the sale of the deal"

Yeah, to the roaring Marl, Taro sent his gaze of sympathy like any other HR. He remained indifferent when it came to money, except if it was too much money.

- "End of overdrive" -

Taro ends a long jump with his usual strange intoxication. He was about to miss a critical signal when he proceeded with the determined checks in a streamlined manner.

"Huh, there's something over there... sorry to do that nonsense again, huh?

Three light points, shown on the radar screen. Taro tilts his neck as he turns an unpleasant glance at it. Seeing such a tall, Marl opens his mouth.

"At this distance, I think I can hide myself in a scan scrambler, but if I find him, I wonder if I can alert him the other way around"

"Yeah, Miss Marr. But that would be limited to imperial territory. It doesn't seem particularly unusual to stealth the outer space."

"Ho, what do you know about Xiaomei? By the way, where's the info? Mr. Bella?"

"It's a denial, Mr. Taylor." Field information. "

To Xiao Mei's voice, the two leaning their necks. Xiaomei points to the radar screen drawn on the large display when she touches the two to the console.

"............... seriously?

Like a shudder, blush and taro. Dozens of light points on the radar screen updated by Xiaomei showing countless shadows arranged at equal intervals. Taro performs a wide-area scan once now and compares it with the results.

"I didn't catch a scan... not a misidentification per debris?

"It's a denial, Mr. Taylor. I think there's a good chance it's a ship."

"Um, it's not Taylor's cliché, but what about that heart?

"This is it, Miss Marr"

A small plum that flickers the chip of a large black palm at eye height. In contrast, "observational data?," he said, tilting his neck.

"Yeah, it's Doctor Alzimov's observation data. This is packed with detailed data for every celestial object in the vicinity, and no exceptions exist, except for the debris. Naturally there are also records based on timelines, so they also include rotation cycles and something. It's easy to calculate the exact position of the object at the current time."

Countless stars like Planetarium, shown on large screens. Xiao Mei glances at it and says, "This is the result of the current scan," and shows another image in a translucent overlay.

"Wow, there are so many stars I'm unfamiliar with."

Taro squeaks like he's sick of it. When he remembers his knowledge in military schools, he recalls a disguise work called celestial disguise.

"Twenty-two in all, objects that can't possibly be there have been observed by scans. Some of them could be stations, but not all of them."

"I see... hey, Taylor. I have a really bad feeling right now."

Marl frowns as he nods at Xiao Mei's commentary. "Me too," continues Taro.

"Don't move. Staying still on the spot is probably an ambush. I don't know if those three ships are decoys... but I only know about Dingo. Did you end up worried about it?

Taro didn't know or want to know what happened to a man named Dingo after that. The only thing I know is that he would have informed the stations under that force not to cooperate with Rising Sun.

If you think about it, you may not have thought that you wanted to leave this battle force sharpened for this ambush, but according to Alan and Bella, it would be unlikely. It was the common conclusion of their veterans that it would be possible to mobilize more than a hundred fleets if Dingo cared about it. the size of the stations and the amount of vessels anchored in them. Due to the expected economic size and something, it is really rough, but the power of the war can be assigned.

"Flip it and you'll reach the jumpable area in five minutes, Mr. Taylor."

"All right, let's get out of here"

"I agree, but you've made a huge decision so fast."

When Taro twisted his hips to Marl's words, he nodded and moaned on the seat, "Oh, my God."

"Taylor, you're more of a cat than a dog, and no. Next time you meet that woman, don't be so calm."

"... you're really disgusting sometimes."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

When Taro turns his gaze on Marr, like what is rude, he sends an inversion order to the hull at BISHOP. Leaving himself to the slightly felt centrifugal force he immediately visited, he began watching carefully to see if the other side had any movement.

"Full speed forward. As soon as the concentration of the particles is sufficient, jump."

Orders issued to whine. The voice of Marl and Xiaomei's understanding returns, and Taro concentrates his nerves on the scanner as he stares at the monitor.

- "Identification signal receiving CL-8292" -

- "Communications Line Request CL-8292" -

Fuji An indication that rises on BISHOP. Taro said, "Oh?" Raising her eyebrows, she turned her gaze toward Xiao Mei.

"Did you remember to say no before I bit you, too?

"Come on, what do you think? Either way, if it's going to bite, it's going to need to be. Mr. Taylor, could you leave this to me?"

Taro is surprised by the unexpected Xiaomei statement, but Xiaomei decides to issue permission that she may have accumulated frustration with Xiaomei. I have experienced an unprecedented number of shots at a level in the battle ahead, and I was so sorry to see Xiao Mei's businessmanship in charge of shield control.

"Gatsun in the woods."

To the voice of Taro, Xiao Mei laughs with her thumbs up. "I've learned how to do it from Miss Bella," she says, turning her strong undereye toward the monitor. Taro tries to put in more words of incitement, but is controlled by Xiao Mei's palm. The line is connected.

"Can you hear me, you worthless rotten four-legged yarrow like hand applied about next to this excrement. If there's anything I can do for you, I don't want to put it on before or after I drip the shit out of your mouth. Not even the debris surrounding the station will add a little color to the character in front of you."

Silence visiting the control room. Taro worried about Xiao Mei with a winning face and where she had penetrated from.

""... uh, wow. Are you sure you want to use Rising Sun's Plum II? ""

A strange young man's voice, heard more than a telecom. Xiaomei tilts her neck when she turns her face toward Taro. The figure of a young, beautifully shaped boy that eventually appears on a large display. The thin dark green hair reflects a gloomy light, and the nostalgic face has a stuffy expression.

"Whoa, Mr. Taylor. Who is this?

"Ok, Xiaomei. I don't know, and I'll apologize. Let's just apologize."

"What do you do with such weakness, Mr. Taylor? The other side is getting on, and we're going to keep going."

When Taro silently jacks Xiaomei's communication, he decides to connect to it himself. In my previous experience, it doesn't do a lot of things when I leave it alone.

"Uh, suddenly I'm sorry about something. There's a little bit of a mess, you see, you know. That's what it feels like. That's what they call it."

Towards the display, Pekopeko and Taro bow their heads.

"" Ha... I don't know, but I'm not hostile here, wow. ""

"Hey, you don't have to do that either!!?

Taro manages to stick to the seat he's about to slip off, "So, which one is it?" and manages to emit.

"" This is rude. This is the EAP Alliance dispatch fleet. My name is Lynn Bulkhorn, and I represent Little Tokyo. May I present Mr. Taylor of Rising Sun? ""

A voice that sounds better than a comms machine. Taro blinks a second or third time and asks back if he heard something wrong.

"Little...... Tokyo?

A grunting, tall little voice. Returned from the ear machine was a short reply saying yes.