Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Dingo looked at the radar screen and tactical monitor in that little destroyer and remembered with satisfaction that his men were making good moves.

"My daily anger toward the Empire has accumulated."

Sounds like he's in a good mood sometime, Dingo's men. Dingo worried that he would blame him for pulling his mind together, but eventually decided to leave him alone. It also means high morale.

"I hope you get as busted as you like. But don't ever scratch a station. We might get a request for imperial rendition later. Other than that you can do it."

When Dingo uses his comms to make it sound like everyone else, he puts his arms together to think about the next move.

In terms of appearing power, the opponent looks a lot better than this one. Radar is detecting two enemy fleets, nestled in the back. That counted thirty ships. But Dingo thinks the reality shouldn't be.

"You can't be collecting fleets in such a small system. There are no extra ships in the EAP, and the TRB Union shouldn't have that kind of corporate strength."

When bumps and squeals, Dingo stares at the light point of the fleet in the back. He was convinced that the fleet in the back would be a dozen eighty-nine dummies, but he couldn't take it off the assumption if it wasn't.

"Split the troops left and right. The center is packed with fast legged ships for reconnaissance. If you can do it, just eat it up."

Following Dingo's instructions, ten pre-divided ships split into three parts. A relatively lightweight, accelerated frigate heads to the front and begins forming itself to protect one of them loaded with powerful scanners.

"Where's the bastard... I can't just lick that ship"

Dingo keeps his eyes like a plate and stares at the radar screen. The enemy should do something in response to this move, which will bring a lot of information to Dingo. For example, by measuring the time from pivot to travel, it is possible to estimate the approximate ship type of that ship. Heavy ships are slow, not so fast.

"Is the big ship... one? Is that him?"

From the movement of the light points on the radar and the information from the central unit that began to deliver the scan information, Dingo finds out that there is only one large ship.

"Left flank, rush as hard as you can to match the central enemy. The aim is a cruiser. Four engine thrusters."

"" This is the left wing, roger. Ship that appears to be a cruiser, identified. ""

"" This is the center. We have an incoming enemy. Enemy, no sign of movement. ""

Various reports brought from the communications machine. Dingo was brought from the center. Plus, he moves his eyebrows tightly.

"You think you're going to shoot me? Do I look like a fortress?

Dingo knew that a large mass of structures existed due to prior wide-area scanning. And from the enemy's movements, it also became clear that the opponent would intend to use it as a fortress.

"Guns bastard, what the hell are you thinking? You're going to fight over a fortress?

Although the Alpha system is only far apart, it is adjacent to Dingo. The information came in well, and the reconnaissance was going well. Dingo knows very well that Alpha has the infamous HAD riding mafia, and in fact, in the previous battle, both ships were rendered incapable of combat for a short time.

"I can't solve it... hey, once you pull it off. We'll wait for your arrival in the back."

Dingo kicks the table hard when he looks grumpy like that. If this were an EAP opponent, they would have let you go in without thinking about it, but this time they were going to be cautious. He was as vigilant about Taro as he thought he was about him.

"Beyond, I'll pull... that helped"

Paul's voice including relief. When Alan lowered his back to the seat just to say he was helpful, he blinked his eyes too wide open and dry.

"Phew... that's bad for your heart. Dingo saved my ass."

When Alan exhales deeply, he turns his mind on what he should do next. All he needed was to buy time, and it was nothing more or less. The main force at the moment, HAD, is certainly a powerful weapon, but it was only a weapon for melee fighting. If the fleet shells you from a distance, you have no hands, no legs.

"" I can't believe you didn't dare attack me. You do what you think. Did you learn that in the army? ""

Bella's voice from the comms. Alan replied, "No," and continued.

"I don't have a cadet education. There is no doubt that Dingo is a skilled commander, no matter who says what. But that's why he should be wary of the unknown. Taylor used to look me in the eye. I stepped on it a lot more carefully than usual."

"" Wouldn't you be famous, Alan? I'll buy you a drink when you get home. ""

"Thanks for that one. But you're not a famous general. Dingo's skilled opponent. Then I can see the results where I competed on the same stage. Even Taylor will probably be the same. We just have to rely on odd measures."

Alan gave it back with some self-derision, but he also thought it should be extremely correct. Only those with overwhelming power, or fools beyond help, would be insulted by the man who has always fought on the front lines and survived for decades.

"Wiz Alan, it's a secret communication from afar. The sender is Tiger."

"Tiger...... is that Lynn? Decrypt me...... oh no, I'll do it. Turn me around."

When Alan receives the encrypted data from Paul, he begins deciphering it using BISHOP. Fixed keys had previously been received from phosphorus, but strictly encrypted communications take time to decipher.

"I wish I had him at a time like this... come quick"

He'll still be in a hurry this way. Thinking of his boss's face reminds me once again of his specificity. He decodes these cryptographic communications almost instantaneously.

"You're like a quantum computer bastard... okay, we're done... oh, shit. I didn't really want to see this one."

The communication sent by Lynn contained a statement to the effect that the attack on the EAP side had suddenly weakened. Alan understands what it means when he quickly glances at the force analysis data attached to the communication.

"Bella, enemy reinforcements are coming. Potentially, there is a battleship class. It's a kilometer."

"" That's a pain in the ass again. Dingo bastard. Are you going to turn your back on us? ""

"Sounds like it. From him. Oh, Alpha's like a knife stuck in his throat. You're gonna do something about Stargate, even if it's mean. He probably stepped on it that he could take it back sooner or later, even if he was disadvantaged."

When Alan says so and closes his mouth, he diligently thinks about what to do next. Since Dingo's visit was too early, many of the proposals he had thought about with Taro had been wasted. But that's not why I'm not going to stop thinking, and I didn't want to think I didn't have a hand in anything.

"I'm proud that I've never failed... Do you ever make a stain out of it? Long time no see. Let me show you the way."

Alan began hacking into a high-performance scan mounted on the Alpha Station in order to execute the ill-intentioned operation that came to mind.

"Boss, the communications scanner has caught strange long-range communications."

Dingo enjoyed his spare time until his prized battleship arrived. When he looks up to a report from his men, he gives access to the hull data.

"Communication against interstellar space? What the hell. Deception?"

Dingo often thinks about it when he tries to think about it and messes with his beard.

Communicating towards a space where no one is present and making it look like there are ambushes is a well-used hand as an operation. But taking it backwards, it doesn't necessarily mean you haven't really placed a detachment there.

"Put on a directional scan. You know where it is?

Following Dingo's instructions, a scan request is sent to another ship loaded with a high-performance scanner immediately. A strong scan will expose your position accurately, but it has nothing to do with trying to find out if you're sitting in front of an enemy with such grandeur.

Dingo soars up at the information he eventually sends in less than a few minutes. The information sent was the one he was most alert to.

"Small debris. Or a stealth ship and a lot of ship-shadows... is communication two-way?

"Yes, it looks like you're getting a reply"

"Bye, Deb. Bye. You mean a lot of electronic fighters? Damn, hurry up and sprinkle the anti-drive particles!! All over the place!!

"Boss, you're gonna be late for your side, aren't you?

"I know!! Just do what you're told!!

When Dingo presses the urge to beat up his men, he decides in his heart to train his men who can do a little more tactical thinking in the future.

"I don't know how much Rising Sun is making out, but there's no way I can afford multiple electronic warplanes. Then it's the battleship that's protecting Alpha. The guy on the line is definitely an Imperial fleet."

While explaining to his men, Dingo considers his next move. When there are Imperial electronic warplanes, there is a risk that they will be struck unilaterally with their current equipment. Fortunately, the anti-drive particles were sprayed in time, so there will be no sudden appearance of a large fleet in front of us.

"Replace all your jammer gear. Lock-on stabilizer and... right. I like the scan stabilizer. All ships."

When Dingo was once a runaway outlaw, I had seen news of the annihilation of a fleet of 40 in just five electronic warplanes.

Five electronic fighters generated powerful lock-ons and scan jammers, sealing any fleet attacks. They were unilaterally annihilated, unable to find their targets because they were stealthed to attack them visually. That's why he couldn't fire a single shot.

If we had some stabilisers, the results might have changed, but the news shocked Dingo. Since that day he had always tried to deploy a spare stabilizer to the ship.

"But now we have a secure connection between the Empire and them. This guy's not bad. It's a harvest."

Dingo decided to comfort himself that it wasn't just the bad side.

"Hey Alan. What's the matter? It's unusual to hear from you. [M] Are you ready to go back to the army?

Dean with eyes like he looked down, shown on the comms. Alan looks at him like that with no expression, "You haven't changed," he emits small.

"Unfortunately, I'm not interested in your battle. Neither you nor Dingo have shoulders... but you've identified our position well. Doesn't look like it's loaded with such a powerful scanner."

"Mm, give me a big scanner for the station. And I didn't mean to get you involved. I've already served my purpose."

When Alan looks at Dean's incredible face on the comms, he ends the comms unmanipulatively. The sensors loaded on his ship had sensed scanned particles released from Dingo towards the Imperial detachment, and that was no longer enough.

"Come on, now we've got a lot of time. It's the best I can do around here."

Alan exhaled heavily, bringing much to the seat just to his satisfaction.