Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Reaching the Alpha Station, the tarundas immediately embarked on the consideration of the route while resting. The task is to calculate the route using the balance of safety and time based on the information obtained by conducting field surveys.

Installing beacons where there are no drive particles or assuming an evacuation location for an emergency is not something that the route should just pass through.

Fortunately, it's just an EAP alliance with luxurious credit when it comes to funding, and I've almost finished ordering what I think I need within a few days. They soon flew a fast ship towards the Imperial Central Area and packed everything back into a super large transport ship rented from Gigantech. That was such an amount that the rental fee for a few days alone would make it possible to buy a new ship, but now time was more important.

"Damn... still super damned..."

On the way home from the Alpha Research Station, Taro sighs at the huge hull that appeared in a different way. A huge egg-shaped iron mass, spanning several kilometres in length.

"Well, there will be no other ship this big throughout the galaxy. You were more than happy, Doctor. I'd like to get you two more data as soon as possible."

Receiving observational data at the research station, the Doctor was smiling that more than a decade of dreams had come true. At the time the Doctor went out to repair his own observation equipment, Wind wasn't as active, and Dingo and the EAP Alliance weren't in the worst shape possible. It seemed like a delightful miscalculation as a doctor because the Tarongs appeared where they were about to give up half the time.

"One day, my company will be flying like that."

When Taro releases the ship in alert to the gravity emanating from the large transport vessel, he flies communications towards that giant vessel that goes far away.

"Yahoo, Lynn. How are you?"

Taro with a twisted movement. The appearance of Lynn eventually appearing on the comms.

"" Ha, ha. It feels super good-looking... hey, Mr. Taylor. Why don't you stop doing this? It's embarrassing... I've seen a lot of my men. ""

Approximately unmasculine posture, twisted phosphorus. "That's sweet," Taro waved his finger, "throw away the extra shame!!" Continue.

"This is what we decided to say!! Man and man yabu hoku!?

To the shock fired from the side, the taro rolling down the ground. "Stop kidneying me......" he groans, a royal Marl turns his cold gaze.

"Stop trying to get Lynn on a weird path...... hey Lynn. I don't know what you promised, but you can forget about it. I'll cover you."

When Marl says so coldly, he peeks into the monitor on Taro's seat and smiles, "See you later."

"Do well over there. Dingo, don't be such a dick. War is about financial strength. I'm going to educate you."

"" Ha!! When the war is over, I will definitely be back here again. Looking forward to seeing you again!! ""

"While... hey, Lynn. I don't know what I can do, but I'll be there for you. If you lose, you don't understand."

"" Haha, roger. Please let me know again when you get back, Mr. Taylor. ""

Lynn's eyes on the monitor are filled with tears, and Taro is about to cry unexpectedly.

"What are you crying about? You. That kind of thing's after you win, isn't it? I'm done. Come on!!

Taro blows the Plum II engine wide when he is forced to suppress the tears that come in. No one could blame me for crying in a breakup place, but the boring insistence as a Taro boy did not allow it.

"" Yes, I'll see you around. Email, I'll send it!! ""

Around the giant ship is wrapped in thin blue and begins to be extended towards the newly formulated trading route. As it became an arrow of light and disappeared, so did the figure of Lynn on the telecom.

"... you're gone. I wonder if he'll make it."

Look up on the monitor at Lin's vanishing tip, and then exhale Marl. And Taro keeps saying, "Come on."

"I told you not to hit me properly until the fleet was aligned, and I taught you Iloha about guerrilla warfare. I think I can do quite a bit of that. I wonder if the question is whether we can get help around."

In his days of exploring the route with Lynn, Taro also learned some insights and things about the EAP Alliance. I didn't really get into the conversation until deep down, but I could still see Lynn's expression from the narrative.

The EAP is a huge alliance - only from the standpoint of the Tailangs - but therefore it never seems to be a single rock, and each union or co-op is showing movement for its own benefit. There will be no organization at this stage that would resort to disobedience, but still, depending on the war situation, we do not know.

"Well, I also asked the trading team on the new route to convey news data, so I can ask how things are going on a regular basis. It's more about us than that."

When Taro stares at a pile of data chips stuffed in a box in a fed up mood, he thinks from where he got his hands on them. This chunk of information is any report of Rising Sun accumulating while Taronda was away. I looked through everything that was considered to be the most important project within a few days of returning, but when it came to the details, you were lucky.

"I guess we'll just have to take care of it one by one... we'll need to talk to Liza about Dingo, and we'll go back to Delta's headquarters once and for all"

Just like Taro, Marl with a fed up look. When Taro said yes to her, he decided to send an appointment to the Stargate Administration.

"Mr. President, this is the next budget proposal for capital investment."

It's been a long time since I've arrived, Delta Station offices. While surrounded by a large number of employees in the president's office, Taro was filled with feelings of wanting to beat himself up in the past after a more solid succession.

"Yes, a budget. I was thinking... General Manager? With approval."

"Regarding the recruitment requirements for new employees, would you like to clarify the provisions regarding the war?

"Oh, that's that one. We'll talk about our policy in the Union."

"Check this out, president. Considering the price trend, I was wondering if we should put together or streamline the overall procurement of the equipment a little bit more"

"Take the supplies to Marl. Oh, but don't reduce your equipment about combat. Because it involves life."

"Mr President, I have an opinion that the allocation of trading routes is too biased. Why don't we head into the beta system to spread the risk?

"Beta... are you from Imperial Central? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. The kind of company that takes ten round-trips and carries one way, it's all gone, right?

"President Taylor, the employee dormitory quote you were asking for is complete. Delta and Alpha, both."

"Oh, you... ahhh, Delta can't do this. Too expensive to rent. Take a survey to see if people can even get together in the big room of Proposition B."

"Mr. President, I've just received an offer from a representative of Space Cowboy and INF."

"Yep... I hate those people... no, should I judge them for liking or disliking them? I'm going to be here for a while, so get on with the schedule."

Surrounded by countless employees, Taro is going to clean up his work somehow. But the work accumulated over the course of three months is enormous, and if one employee leaves the president's office, one enters. If I left alone again, this time it was like the two of them were coming in.

"Oh, look!! It's twelve o'clock!! Day, noon time!!

Taro just reacts here to the sound of the alarm he hears. An employee beside him answers with a grinning smile.

"Yeah, that's right, boss. But we are discretionary labor, so breaks are optional. Naturally, sir, so are you. I have a case that needs a quick ruling, so please keep an eye on it."

A new information chip that will be piled up at the moment in Taro. Taro looks at that bunch of chips in disgust and stops looking at the letter of the label written on one of them.

"This...... about the rail gun shell test results and their practicality test...... wow, mr. makina, did it work!!

Chip in hand, standing tall. When he can't stay or stand, he runs towards the exit. Even if a rushed employee tries to stop him, Taro goes through the gap when he does.

"Sorry, I'm coming out a little!! Maybe I'll be right back!!

Taro drives away with momentum, without even closing the door. When the remaining employees look at each other, they laugh bitterly at each other as if they had no way of doing it.

"... well, not always."

People around me nodded yeah to the words someone uttered.