Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

When Taro holds down his trembling hand, he turns to Xiao Mei.

"Lynn Bulkhorn...... hey, Xiaomei. Did you hear that?

Xiao Mei makes a firm look to meet her serious face.

"Yeah, Mr. Taylor. That sounds like a very strong last name."

"Not there!!

Taro returns his palm toward Xiaomei, who is a little further away, "Do you remember the word Tokyo?" I ask.

"Is that Tokyo, Mr. Taylor? Please wait… Yes, unfortunately, there is no such word in the Encyclopedia Galactica (Encyclopedia Galactica)."

To Xiao Mei's answer, Taro drops his shoulder wondering if it was still just a coincidence. He notices and apologizes to the boy who is showing his confused face across the comms machine.

"Sorry, I broke the story. So, that ala... what is it?

"Alliance, Taylor. An alliance between the unions. There are no strict definitions, but they usually refer to the binding that comes with mutual defense and permission to cross a battleship. The EAP is registered to the neural net, and it matches the identification signal."

"Well, I guess I can trust you... Hmm. Alliance is a super military knowledgeable word, but why don't I know it?

The question arose in Marl's words, Taro, but the answer came as soon as I thought about it a little. Because the Empire has no enemies, and no forces exist to cooperate in the form of alliances.

"Is it the same as HAD? You need to study civilian military too...... oh sorry. So, what does that alliance do for us?

The expression over the comms machine, which still looked like she was about to cry, finally shines all the time that it was her turn.

"" Yes, this is customs, so if we're going through, we'll collect customs duties. ""

Lynn Bulkhorn's energetic voice. Taro turned his pompous expression to the side and said, "Is that what you have?" "

"If you ask me, I don't know. This is not an empire, so only the number of rulers exists. Honestly, I'd like to give Plum a break soon, so I guess I can pay for it, depending on my forehead."

Taro nodded to Marl's voice "Reasonably," and regained consciousness to the line again.

"I'll pay. How much?

"" Yes, it depends on the shipment, so please send us the list and we will calculate it. Get 1% of your scheduled earnings in advance and get the same amount back on the way home. Except for the taxes on the profits from trading again, it's obvious. ""

To that extent, and Taro, who begins to prepare for payment. But there Marr interrupts "wait".

"What about the Second Co-ordination Treaty with the Empire?

"Yes, of course."

"Yes. Then we'll be fine. Taylor, it's been a long time since we've had a job."

Marl with a satisfying look. Taro tilts his neck at it.

"It's a treaty between the Empire and the Management Corps, Mr. Taylor. It's a mutual deduction arrangement to prevent double payment of taxes."

"Double payment? You mean pay taxes over here and not even the Empire?

"Yeah, I am. Not that the full amount is going to be reduced from the burden, but some deduction will work. You've got a limit."

To explain Xiao Mei and Mar, Tai Lang makes a good look at being good. When he prepares on the spot a contract to the effect that some of the traded goods he has carried as cash will be addressed to the payment and that he will be allowed to safely or to stop at the station for consideration, he sends them towards the ship on which Lynn boards.

"I'm glad we're getting a change, but what do we do? I don't mind the market average over there for now."

Outer space is in the middle of the Empire, and there is no communication with the Alpha system area. All credits in circulation in the Empire are electronic money, and remittances themselves cannot be made where communications are not connected. The Empire seems to be mass-producing old fashioned money chips, but it seems that production is still not catching up.

"" Yes, you'll be fine. There's something I'd like to talk to you about, and I'll direct you to the station. ""

Taro leaks a breath of relief in response to what he heard from the comms.

Taro follows Lynn's cruiser, which leads the way while transmitting beacon signals, and performs an overdrive to a very short distance after some travel.

What I saw ahead of me when I arrived was a rarely large space station in the outer space that I had seen. I can confirm that a large number of ships seem to be moving around busily, and it seemed easy to imagine that it would be the center of economic activity around here, even if it was not tall.

"Damn...... looks like it could be several times the alpha"

As Taran heads to the pier in the form that follows Lynn's ship, he docks according to the Empire's unchanged guidance. Unlike that one day I went on a ghostship, a difficult or unmanageable task where everything was automated. Taro mouths his favorite fruit juice as he sleeps on the sheet.

Welcome to Katsushika Station.

Juice to blow out. Avoid plums. Marl juices in his face and stands silent.

"Ka, katsuka!!? 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.

Taro rushing into the display on BISHOP. Taro realizes the presence of Marl walking over at the same time as he says, "Ah... uh, I'm sorry," he quickly begins to take the front seat.

"Nothing good... I'm not mad and... so? What is it? What surprised you so much? I want you to tell me why you're convinced."

With emotionless eyes, Marl. "I'm so angry, don't," Taro whispered, hurrying to Marl's mouth, where he moved, to begin explaining.

"Oh, no, you know, that's it. The name of the place where I lived was Tokyo, and one of the names was Katsushika."

"Hmm... there's no chance of coincidence?

"Oh, no. I don't know...... I have to ask him over there for more information, but I don't know how much or what."

Life to date in the Galactic Empire. All the place names and words I had heard there were probably languages on which English would have been based, called Galactic Empire Standard Languages. I can assure you that some words were of unknown nationality or by sounds that did not make approximately sense, but I did not encounter words that clearly had sounds that I believe to be Japanese. Taro was unable to speak Japanese due to the override, but not all knowledge of Japanese was lost.

"Well, open it. It's like a surprise ball box. Let's go."

Gate lobby, the first gateway at the space station. of Katsushika Station. Unlike those of the refined design of the Empire, it was cluttered and full of vibrancy. There would be hundreds of meters on one side. The huge floor was filled with people and the open air everywhere. Taro, Marr, and Xiaomei make sure to scratch the crowd and move on while Lin takes them.

"Hey, there brother. Just take a look!! This is the latest watch of the Empire!!

"Ah, no, I'm always with AI. Excuse me."

"Hey, are you a spaceman? As you can see, all pilot suits offer three discounts. How about one? Can you even try it on?

"Hey, hey, I was wondering if I could just wear a seven-color stripe. Oh, but that blue one over there is cool."

"Look, it's a fancy cigar from Quantum. If you're buying ten bottles, you're buying one."

"Oh, that's good. Mr. Bella is going to be happy. Grandma, I'll take a hundred."

A number of open air provided to the left and right of the aisle. If you look closely, you can see the lines drawn on the floor, and they are properly compartmentalized. Taro looked around like an old man who had come from the countryside to the city, and when he was called out, he was responding to it.

"This is it, this is the kind of market I was looking for!!

Taro with a full smile. And Marl says, "Later," with a somewhat fed up face. Taro knew Marr was grumpy - most importantly, he made the cause of it - and he also knew that he was bothering the phosphorus guiding him. But still, I didn't want to let go of this vibrant space right now.

"No, no, look, look at that. Super big bronze statue. Suddenly?"

Shigeru Taro like a child. When Marr turned his apology gaze to Lynn, Lynn returned a bitter laugh at it.

The three people who then spend time in the lobby until Taro is satisfied spend some time in Lynn's arranged reception room. Eventually, as she relaxes on a soft comfortable sofa, Lynn comes to the room with the two men. Taro makes himself strong for a moment on a stranger's face, but I guess Lynn distracted him. The two men immediately left the room.

"Well, Mr. Taylor. I'd like to ask you one first thing."

Lynn sat across from Taro. When he moves his body like something twitches, he coughs once.

"Ohon. Uh, Mr. Taylor, that. You're from the Empire, aren't you?

unexpected question. Taro answers carelessly, "Ha, well," even though he wonders what that means.

"Duh, how!!?

Try to get yourself on board, Lynn. Taro answers with surprise at such a phosphorus.

"Huh? Whatever you do, you're flying here normally, right? You haven't been in the world long enough to warp yourself yet, have you?

Taro turns his gaze to neighboring Marl. Marl answers grumpy if his anger has not subsided yet.

"No, you can't give it back funny if you wave it at me there... uh, yeah. I came straight through the Dingo area from the Empire. Is something wrong with that?

To Marl's voice, Lynn grips her hand all the time. When he looks down like he's got something in mind, he shuts up for a while. Did you eventually make any decision, Lynn, slowly raising her face?

"Dingo is currently blocking the area's boundaries. This place is now completely cut off from the empire."