Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

The leap forward in White Dingo is greatly due to Father Lin.

Lin's father, who once showed his arm as president of Little Tokyo, apparently drove Dingo to grow as a criminal and a recipient of his reserves. Now I wonder why I would do that, but maybe that was the best thing I could do at the time. Lynn was going to hear more about it one day, but it was courageous inside to ask her strict father about it.

"In a few places in Alliance territory, a small battle occurs. It's still a skirmish."

Report by one of my men. When Lynn regains consciousness, she says "Thank you" and returns it. It was a fact I already knew, but it doesn't mean I don't have to thank you. BISHOP was his best at analyzing communication data.

"Engine output shutdown. Furnace core output 5%...... Dear phosphorus. Are you sure you're okay?

Asking voices. Lynn remembers being Lynn's trusted old deputy and indeed nearly sixty years old. He was always beside me at all times, taking care of Lynn for all she could. It seems to be a pain in the ass, and according to the story, I've even changed Lynn's diaper. Given his disappointing physique and tough face, what an interesting gap that is.

"I don't know... but I believe you"

The room lighting is dimmed and the command room only brightens up with a dim radar screen display. On the screen there is one ten light points showing allies and one yellow light point that is unidentified.

"Go... go quickly..."

Lynn tries to pray and joins hands, emitting bumps and squeaks. The yellow light point on the radar was slowly approaching towards this area with allies, and the radar's display magnification had already been switched to the smallest. In other words, the ship will be at a good distance, even if it is almost close.

"We don't even have the power to turn it around to the shield generator. If you get attacked right now, it's the end of a roll, right?

"I know, Haltman. But it's also true that there's no other way."

Lynn Taylor fleet headed for the Alpha system in an effort to blur Dingo's area of influence in order to develop new routes. The journey was well underway due to the towing of Taran, but it didn't mean that there would be any problems at all. Dingo's sentry battleship is now approaching very close.

"Dear Lynn... Enemy ships can be seen"

A single radar officer sitting at the window emits in such a manner as fear. You shouldn't have to worry about the sound, but everyone hated making noises.

"True... Anyone familiar with the ship species?

To Lynn's voice, his patron, Haltman, raises his hand silently. As he walks over to a window made of special glass, he stares out with a sharp eagle-like gaze.

"You're Pawn from a frigate made by IF. Lord Taylor was right."

To Haltman's soft voice, phosphorus leaks relief breath. The frigate ship pawn does not have a window that can be seen like a bulkhorn. Lynn had been told by Taro that the unknown ship he had discovered in the distance would be Pawn.

"That's Mr. Taylor... and that's it, Haltman. Can you believe it? He only does this one disguise!!

Lynn with a delightful expression. When he says so, he stares at the bureaucrats lining up across the window. Fleets lined up in a row, including Bulkhorn, continue to wait for the sentry to pass.

"I'm stealthing without leaving one of these numbers of ships... it's like an electronic warplane, Hartman. It's a regular cruiser, how the hell are you doing?

Lynn tilting her neck with a fit. Though I thought it was a question for which there was no answer, I could speculate on how powerful a stealth device was loaded.

"You're an amazing person... you're like a hero Tiger. He shows up flustered into a crisis, solves a case and leaves... oh, you haven't solved it yet. Hehe, but I hope so."

When Lynn turns her long-awaited gaze to Plum II, she superimposes the figure of Taro that would be there with that of the hero Tiger. The two didn't look alike, but at least the hair color was the same. And for Lynn, that was enough.

Meanwhile, around that time. Taro, who was manipulating BISHOP in the control room of the cruiser Plum II, regretted the operation by his own initiative as soon as possible.

"This... Kitsuki... I can afford to talk... Tanaka... Takeshi..."

A huge amount of environmental information, gathered at BISHOP in Taro. Taro continues to calculate that it changes in real time, albeit in trace amounts, so that it will all be a fair value. He was forced to accomplish the work he was supposed to do with the stealth device by using a scan scrambler. The amount of tasks that have to be processed in parallel is about 40. It was all about sending back the scanned particles from the sentry in the form of a fleet of tarundas that did not exist.

"I'm not going to die if I don't talk about it, Taylor. I mean, who's Mr. Tanaka... hey, are you sure you're okay?

Marl calls out so worried to Taro in the dark. Currently, most of the batteries are being sent to the scan scrambler, so everything in Plum II was wrapped up in the dark.

"Yes, I can... if it's about five more minutes... I can..."

Taro was intensely eager to use his consciousness for conversation. The onboard of the windowless pram was equal to total darkness, which reminded me of solitude.

"Xiaomei... what's going on over there... what do you think, huh?

Taro manages to emit toward Xiaomei, who is supposed to be somewhere in the dark. Xiaomei is able to link the Plum II camera directly to his own eyes, so he can observe the surroundings without worrying, although it may be dark.

"Yes, Mr. Taylor. You don't see how the subject noticed this way. If this is a disguise, it will take the form of a painful beating from close range, but that's unlikely. 'Cause they'll be sinking for sure."

"Well, right. I'd be more surprised if I had a man of such morale to throw his life at."

When Marl utters the "such character" part in a really unpleasant voice, he wanders over the seat. I get the sound of cloth deviation in Taro's ear, and I feel out of place that it's oddly colorful.

"But... on one plane, good..., Kaku... somehow"

"What I'm trying to say is triangulation, Mr. Taylor. If they had checked the information with one of the distant ships, they would definitely have found it."

"You're only an oriented scrambler...... I knew I'd help. Tasks, please open all two."

Marl with a mixed look of awkwardness and admiration. When Taro confirms the interrupt request that appears on the BISHOP, he releases the task while returning it "helpful" and short. Then immediately a special function group appears on Taro's inorganic BISHOP that says "Kawaiko," and starts to concatenate two of the countless blocks that Taro continues to process. Only 5% of the total was shredded by help, but Taro felt much easier.

"Wow, this is so plain tough... how can you even parallel 40 of these?"

"Why... no matter what you say... fuhihi..."

"Stop it. Approximate laughter. Blah, blah, blah. That's disgusting."

Approximately half an hour has elapsed since the scan began scrambling. It lasted about fifteen minutes after Marr's help came in. That ended with a word of plum waiting.

"Subject, you have passed the scheduled area"

Taro said, "Yikes!! Shouting," I decide to reduce the number of tasks to ten. The Lynn Taylor fleet, densely lined up in a row, hides most of them in the shadows of Plum and Bulkhorn from the enemy. Only those two ships need to scramble.

"You managed not to be noticed... but all of a sudden when you told me to stop the engine, I wondered what happened to this guy"

"... In the previous battle, I realized that the White Dingo ship was an InfiniteFactory series. It's the type of ship you can't see directly, so maybe you can do it."

Talk to Taro not to look at Marl's face as much as possible because of the burden he feels. He steals a glimpse of Marl's face, but he didn't seem to notice anything in particular.

"Mm, impressive. You're studying properly. I've been stuck at night a lot lately, you know?

"Huh? Ah, ah. Oh, yeah. I don't think I'm going to do business if I don't study a little bit... but I'm glad I'm doing well. It would have been a hassle if they'd found me, Candlestick."

The fleet met a Dingo sentry vessel a considerable distance from the Dingo area of influence. It's easy to win one ship over your opponent, but then, without a doubt, Dingo's eyes will turn around here. It is desirable that trading routes be kept secret for even a second, and I do not want to draw wasted attention.

"Totally agree, Mr. Taylor. You were right without keeping yourself and keeping your fleet separate. It must have been a very bad thing. But when Dingo's on the lookout around here, we need to change some of the routes."

To Xiao Mei's voice, the two send a nod of consent.

Eventually, when you escape completely out of your opponent's scanning zone over time, the ship finally regains its original brightness. When the crew voices joy in the light of civilization, they run the ship towards another route that has just been recalculated. Another route took the form of passing through a point that was supposedly to be avoided from the presence of an active star of activity, but the belly could not replace the back.

"There was definitely a wartime oriented beacon... I wonder if placement here would make it easier to calculate the impact of the activity period."

Taro made full use of his newly acquired civilian military knowledge while keeping it as secret as possible. Basically, I decided that it was the result of my studies, but when I really needed to use my in-depth knowledge, I took the form of a proposal by Xiao Mei. The use of knowledge in this way was never praised by anyone except Xiao Mei, but Taro thought that was fine and was actually satisfied.

"Ah... my God!! I forgot to watch Ansensade and Chan Video!!

"Yes, yes, when the war is over."

A small space off the galaxy. Probably less than a tenth of the Empire Territory. In that little place, the Lynn Taylor fleet kept moving forward like crawling. If there was a debris band, the orbit of it was calculated, and areas with few drive particles recorded it in detail.

Taro and Lin made good contact, cooperated, played, and talked to each other. They quickly broke it down based on the weapon of youth, making each other good friends.

"I see it!! A star alpha!!

Counting from the time we left here, the Alpha system is actually the first return in three months. Everyone in Plum stared at the monitor at hand and everyone in Bulkhorn rushed to the window.

The light of a star that is too bright and can only be seen as light.

Taro felt it was really beautiful.