Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

When Dingo started pointing that sharp gaze towards the Alpha system. Taronda was relieved by the clerical work she had finally cleaned up. They were about to embark on a ship to head to the Alpha system in order to prepare for the battle to come.

"Bye, General Manager Clark. That's why I asked for headquarters."

Plum berthing indoor dock. So Taro said away a word. Director General C. Clark, who has worked as an ancient stock while a young company, the fourth since Rising Sun began public offerings for employees - C stands for Captain, who is his name, but he didn't like to be called that - received Taro's words with an incredible look.

"Mr. President, this makes me a director"

The chip left at Clark's disposal contains a new employment contract that allegedly made de facto management rights exercisable to him while Tarranda was away. To put it succinctly, it's a guy named Acting President.

"No, I'll be fine. Mr. Clark is brilliant, and being unable to board a ship is a perfect surprise."

Taro to say the least. He was right. Clark was a tease when it came to maneuvering ships, but everyone almost admitted his talent for management.

"Yeah, my name is Captain, but I certainly can't steer the ship. But, boss, if you follow Delta Station ordinances, I'm going to receive 3% of Rising Sun's assets, right?

Clark speaks so suspiciously. Taro gently returns "Ooh" to him like that. Taro didn't think a man named Clark was a saint, but he knew well that he was a man worth trusting.

"Fine, I'll give you. Instead, try your best. As I said earlier, the -"

When Taro separates words, he moves his face closer to Clark.

"When I didn't come back, do everyone a favor. Crawl, but I'm gonna come back, just in case."

When Taro makes a dust and a smile, he runs to Tallap. He didn't think he was going to die, and he didn't mean to. But in no case was it necessary to prepare, nor was it difficult to prepare.

"Yep, got it!! But I'm still a half-service proprietor. You won't have any trouble being in the president right now!!

With a bitter laugh, clark out loud. When Taro responded by waving back at it, he boarded Marl's waiting elevator.

"Hmm, did you end up pushing everything on General Clark?

Marl leaned against the wall in the rising elevator talap. Taro said to her, "You're not listening well, are you?" and give it back with a laugh.

"I've been clearing out the paperwork I've accumulated for a while, and I don't think I needed a decision that would make my stomach ache...... I guess."

Taro raises his gaze and answers as he remembers his job description. Marl pounds Taro's forehead with his fingertips as he shrugged, "Probably what?"

"But well, Clark would do well, wouldn't he? He's an elite out of Imperial College, and he's got a lot of hope. Wouldn't it suck if you were bluffing?

Early, teasing marl. Taro tries to "ugly" her like that, and she gets in from the open door to the ship.

"I know everyone likes you a lot, but you're not sure compared to the Director General"

"That's right. Something you can always rely on as a manager beside a president who's been away for months."

"Well... aren't you in the same position as vice president"

"Ehehe, yeah"

When they arrive on board, they head straight to the control room. In the control room, Xiaomei, who had prepared in advance, greets the two and is ready to launch within minutes of the thing.

"Shall we go then? Cruiser plum, go!!

When the plumb filled with all kinds of ammunition, turrets, etc. swiveled only slightly heavier than usual, it began warping towards the Alpha system with 12 battleships waiting outside.

"React to an installed sensor? Not a debris or something?

One room at the Alpha Station. Ask as Alan rubs his eyes as he sleeps in a private room built for Rising Sun employees.

"" Debris won't change track along the way. Ten, eighty-nine, hit it. ""

Alan tongues loudly at Bella's voice heard from the comms. He rushes to the pier when he's in a hurry to get himself ready.

"Tell the docks to keep the ship warm. How many opponents are there?

"" Roughly thirty large fleets. I'm running a scan of the station right now, so I'll have more details in a while. ""

Alan even runs through an unpopular communication corridor and gets caught on a high-speed travel lane and leaves for the pier. It would have been less shadowy if it had been the usual. There, it stood in colour at the emergence of a strange fleet.

"Bella, you're not giving me an evacuation order? They're confused, right?

"" I'm already putting it out. But little by little, in order. Try pushing me to the pier all at once. Can't we just have one or two crashes? ""

To Bella's answer, Alan snorts that it's the best. He makes his way through the Rising Sun destroyer, which was left behind for defense, to an unusual form of ship moored behind it. After a while, he reaches in front of the closed gate and Alan gently touches the door. The character of the cryptographic function that immediately floats to BISHOP.

- "Crypto Request Key: Electric?" -

"Koshiki"

The gate reacts to Alan's answer and slowly opens the door. When Alan puts himself into the gap, he tries to pry and hurry ahead.

"Wiz Alan, we are ready to launch!!

When I got on the boat, Alan's men screamed all the time that I was waiting. Alan responds by raising his hand and immediately launches the ship.

"Paul, tell me what's going on"

"Numerous motion reactions near point B9. And then we're moving towards B8 for about 15 minutes."

"Move to the side, or... don't look at me. As soon as we find out we don't have all sorts of defense units, they'll be here. Dummy, where's the beacon?

"Yes, activated"

Alan nods contentedly at Paul's crisp response, a dating since the convenience store days. When he scans to make sure the dummy beacon is activated, he cuts the rudder toward you. The dummy beacon is a small transmitter capable of making simple movements, and the opponent's radar screen should show it as a ship.

When Alan enters a seemingly empty space, he acts like a flagship of the Dummy Beacon fleet floating into space. Move your fleet to match your opponent's movements and make it look like you're in command of the Great Fleet.

"The main force hasn't come yet... please turn back..."

When Alan notices a sweat falling from his forehead, he gently wipes it with the back of his hand. I would like to make the air conditioning stronger if it were meant to be, but it is difficult considering the possibility that the person is doing heat source detection. I want to avoid the fact that only one ship stands out in the extreme.

"The other fleet, divided into three parts. There are those that expand left and right and those that come towards the front."

"Damn it! It's a power recon! Bella!! They're coming!!

"" Copy that. But you, you're not that smart. Taylor will be here soon. Until then, patience. ""

A relaxed voice, heard more than a telecom. Alan said to it, "We've got six more hours, okay? Returning" slowly moves the dummy fleet to the interception position.

"Don't break the rules of engagement. The Alpha Station is first class. Never let them take part in the fight. I know they thought they knew about the Empire, but we're not going."

"" I know. How many years do you think we've been playing mafia here? ""

"Right...... right. Damn, it's been a long time since you've had blood on you."

Alan takes a deep breath that he should be calm and breathes slowly. It's good to act in a hurry, but not in a hurry.

"All units, assemble to the first line of defense. Repeat, all units, assemble in the first line of defense."

"This is Second Fleet, roger. 220 seconds to assembly."

"Blue Comet, roger. They've already arrived."

"This is Black Meteo. Same to the right."

In response to the three fleets divided into defensive squadrons, Alan replies yes. He makes a glimmer of wish, if at least it seems to be a reserve fleet, and lowers the dummy fleet back. As he reached the defensive line, he joined the second fleet.

"" That was a sweet read. Mr. Yako, I didn't think you'd be here so soon. ""

Bella's voice heard more than a comms machine. Alan switches the monitor to reflect the red HAD she rides.

"Well. Horribly competent, or horribly well accounted for? Either way, it's not very gratifying to us."

"" Well, there's still some salvation in the latter, isn't there? Does this thing work better than that? What do you think? It's a substitute under construction. ""

Bella's HAD gently blows the vernier and moves to a small station, which is a simple defense base.

This small station was rapidly bought out by Rising Sun of the Alpha Fourth Station, which was to be abandoned, with large shields and turrets for the station for rushing fortresses. And a number of jamming devices are installed. Originally a clean primary station, but officially with permission from the Empire to destroy it, there was nothing wrong with using it as a combat facility, because of the treatment of 400 meters long, thin, huge rough waste.

"The completion was scheduled for next month. It's still about half as powerful, but it's a lot better than not. I have to thank the station's administration."

"" I'm sure you'll be thanking them. Normally, it's like a clear war itself is foreseen. Then you can't accept a notification of abandonment. Rising Sun is saving this place from a bunch of winds once, isn't it? So. ""

Alan grumbles at Bella's "You're gonna do what you do to help people," and he stares at a group that's likely to make a proximity decision now. Shown on the radar screen, they continue to swirl a certain distance as if provoking.

"I wish you'd just keep going around, I'm glad"

Alan groaned so with aspiration, but unfortunately it didn't.

When a group of enemies aligned their bows towards us, they began to activate beam jamming simultaneously.