Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Tailang is approving various procedural chips at a newly contracted office at Katsushika Station. The chips had accumulated quite a bit, but it was never enough to scream.

"That's Mr. Clark. I knew you were right to ask him."

All the contents of the chips sent by express from Delta, the head office, were easily understood and only where Taro really needed them were in the form of an undecided decision. Thanks to this, Taro did most of the work in a streamlined manner and was able to think slowly about issues that required advanced judgment.

"Well, you're the head of headquarters everyone admits. You're still young, and the future is promising. You don't have any gifts, so the world doesn't know."

Next to Taro, Alan is working on a proposed reconfiguration of the fleet. When he does, he makes a big stretch just because it's a temporary break.

"How's the new organization? Got it?"

Taro peeks into Alan's hand. Alan continues, "You're a bummer," as he points the terminal he was holding toward Taro.

"Because it almost doubles in size, it's easy to separate ships, but people don't either. As I've heard before, can't I lead the Second Fleet?

"Hmm. I won't stop you if you don't know why, but I wonder if you'd like me to stay over here if you can. You can count on me sometimes, and I'm not sure I can control you if you're Bella, right?

"Well, she is. Then it would be easier to do something with them moving as the head of the fleet...... Hmm. But then another company will run Rising Sun's fleet. I can't take that."

"Oh, sure. Okay, that's it. How about a loan to the Union?

"Hmm, is that a reasonable line... then we might be able to hold down the offering as a royalty"

When Alan looks at his own terminal, he starts to do something.

"Mr. President, it's time."

A voice that can be heard more than beyond the door. When Taro remembered that he had promised the voice a meeting, he decided to rush to the reception room with Alan.

"Was it indeed a foursome bounty hunter? I'm good at piloting fighters."

Taro asks as he sits on the couch waiting for his opponent to arrive in the reception room. When Alan answers, "Right," he checks the material on the device at hand.

"In a group called Cats, the leader is Gon. They specialize in operating fighters with Frigate as their mother ship. Is the survival rate of the key members 100% in ten years? That's insane."

"You mean superior? I guess so because it's Bella's introduction."

"You'll have some luck, but I'm sure you do. If you keep hunting for ten years, on average, they're going to die or retire 54%... surprised, and these guys are bombers. Big hunter."

To Alan's words, Taro explores the knowledge in his head. Soon afterwards, overridden civilian military knowledge brought me the answer.

"Did you stick it inside the shield reaction distance and attack it directly... you have no idea"

If you approach the other ship, naturally the time to landing will be shorter. If the Shield Generator reaches a level that cannot be reacted to, the attack will not be blocked by the Shield and will strike directly. Because the shield cannot be used for long enough to keep tension.

But then, naturally, the opponent's attacks cannot be prevented. Not to mention it's a small small ship with output, and even if the ship cannon had a shield if it hit it directly, it would be a piece of wood dust in one blow.

"It's like getting in and manipulating your unleashed rail gun directly. I'm not hitting you, but the principle is the same."

"I see. If they had HAD, they would, but they wouldn't be using Wynd."

"So far, I'd like to say. Those guys these days... they seem to be here."

A report indicating that a visitor has arrived flows over BISHOP, and the two correct their residence. And five minutes later? The buzzer in the room rang and the automatic door opened without sound.

".................. Huh?

Unexpectedly, Taro leaks a dumb voice.

There he was, four little cats.

"Hi, excuse me. I'm the leader's gong."

White cat jumped right on the seat across the street from Taro. Sounds good when it comes to the right width, but its body swings plumply, obviously looking overweight.

"Shh, talked... no, no, eh? This is a cat, right? Huh?"

I don't know why, Taro. Alan said in such a tall way, "What is a cat?," he replies with an astonishing look.

"No, whatever they say. I'm in front of you right now. This... too. These people?

Taro tilting his neck with a question mark, saying it himself. To such a tall, other cats jumping on the chair, like white cats, answer.

"I'm Tyki. Nice to meet you. Are you from the center? There's nothing unusual about the Cats."

Long-legged, brown cat. Taro decides that he is apparently a kind of alien, and manages to turn his drawn face into a smile to respond.

"No, haha... yeah, that. There was something a little unknown. I apologize if I offended you. Oh, is the chair low?

Taro tries to adjust the height of the chair, but before doing so, their chair rises naturally and their face becomes just as glaring on the table. Taro sees the fact that the cats in front of him can use BISHOP.

"Don't worry. You can do your own thing. I'm Char. Say hello."

A pheasant cat puts his forefoot on his forehead. Taro puts his fingers on his forehead, aligned as an imperial stream greeting, just as Taro raises his hands with his uncle, probably a cat named Char.

"Yes, nice to meet you... uh, sounds like a good meatball"

Taro utters what the hell we should be talking about and the words we appropriately came up with. Did Char satisfy himself with it, huffing and sniffing?

"You don't have to take care of it. Yuki is the white one over here. I've been alive for 54 years. It's amazing. It's rare in cats."

At the age of 54, Taro opens his eyes. Apparently, it's also very different from Earth's cats in terms of lifespan.

"Perhaps the cats who were occasionally mistaken at the station..."

I think of Booshiri and the cats I've seen everywhere. Speaking of which, I recall Marl reacting oddly when he waved the subject of cats.

"Introduction would be nice. We should know enough about each other's data. Hey, Mr. Taylor, I want to ask you straight in. What's behind this weird favor?

Gong, the cats' leader, brings a sharp glance to Taro. Taro's forefoot on the desk - horribly, he sees sharp claws!! - and when he swallows his sagging, he turns his gaze to Alan to ask for help.

"You can be honest with me. I'll find out soon enough anyway."

An unspoken word from Alan. After some rounds, Taro decided to tell them what was going on with Rising Sun.

They listened to Taro in silence, but when we talked about clear hostility with the Enzio alliance, I guess there was just something to think about. Show your face how you contrived it.

"I see. Are you planning to work with the top four alliances... so you're convinced. You guys are at a disadvantage."

Gong, Cats leader, raises an eyebrow toward Taro. A few long eyebrows flutter and shake, inviting Taro's gaze.

"Well. But unlike EAP, I'm not in a position to live or die, and Alpha has a hand in evacuating every worst station. I don't think this is going to happen with all the employees."

Be as honest as you can, tell him so. Gong snorts "Hmm," tilting his neck in a somewhat troubled manner. Eventually, he turns a blind eye to his fellow sitters in the chair, confirming each nod before opening his mouth again.

"So, what exactly are you going to let us do? I'm not saying you've never fought a human opponent, but you can't expect much. Small fighters are vulnerable to HAD."

"Yeah, yeah, it's okay around there. Essentially because you will have to fight Wynd the same way you did before. Alliance opponents basically work for EAP and Dingo."

"Hmm... your place is about to take the" nasty "wind?

To Gong's point, Taro moves his cheeks tightly. When Taro laughs with a "good knowledge", Gong glances at his fangs.

"I'm not proud of you, but we're professionals. Gathering information is an important task. It's not known to the public yet, but there are rumors in the industry that there are waynes who act collectively."

If that's the case, Taro quickly tells a large monitor to display a system map. The maps shown are from Alpha to EAP, and the trading routes pioneered by Taronda are drawn in bright lines.

"Compared to EAP, we're a small company that flies if we blow it. Do you know you fought on the arrow side? So basically, it's the main job to stabilize this trading route and investigate it with an unprofessional Waindoer."

As Taro zooms in on the map, the transaction route end point on the EAP side. In other words, it is a big reflection of the Katsushika system. Numerous light points appear around the Katsushika system, each of which is annotated with a date and time indication.

"From the cuttlefish to the depths of the EAP, the emergence of example winds is concentrated. I think the EAP might have something nearby, but it's too broad, so it's subtle."

"Don't you ever get similar reports from other alliances or stations?

"Hmm, what do you think? I tried contacting the Empire, but you didn't know. There's no way I don't know. Rumor has it that vendors who interact with EAP have other systems that talk about it."

Gon that makes me nod "I see" to Taro's description.

"I don't know what the situation is, but I get it. Fine. Let's sign it. Nice to meet you, boss."

Hands to be offered. Taro enjoyed the feel of a puffy meatball with his handshake as he reached for it with his uncle.

Reception room after the gongs left. "It was harder than I thought," Taro exhales to Alan, recalling the soft feeling in his hand.

"Did I say cat? There's a cat on Earth, too."

Now Alan seems uninterested. Taro thinks, "Hmm, what do you think?"

"We're totally together, but the contents are very different. He's a smart animal, but he didn't exactly have human intelligence. It's called a pet."

"Hmm, I see. Don't say that elsewhere, by the way. I'll buy Kato's wrath."

"Uh, you sound proud. Roger... I was thinking about the bomber by the way, can't you automate that one?

To Taro's words, Alan shows a strange face.

"There's nothing you can't do, but what's the point?

"Ya, I mean, AI would react faster, and we'd be able to manoeuvre impossible. It's advantageous in every way, isn't it?

"... you're right in the second half, but the opposite is true when it comes to reaction. It's impossible to react faster than BISHOP. Theoretically."

To Alan's neat words, Taro leans his neck.

"No, no, I've heard of it in something. It takes about 0.1 seconds for a human to receive information and move it into action, right? A long 0.1 second on the battlefield of beams and lasers, huh?

"Mmm, that's a long time. Let me ask you the other way around."

Alan in a lot of ways. He continues looking into Taro's eyes.

"How are you dodging the beam? Hull only, warhead only. According to your claim, isn't that impossible?

Harder, hardening taro.

"... that? Sure, if you ask me. What's going on?

Taro remembers his own actions and brings a question mark to his head.

He was certainly checking the beam and laser movements of the enemy, and taking evasive action. There have naturally been preliminary actions from the direction and timing of the enemy turret, but I don't think the beam will be long enough for that.

"Whatever's going on... I'm amazed at the fact that you're so ignorant about BISHOP"

Alan in a creepy way. Taro points his mouth at him like that, "You have no choice," he said.

"Thousands of years. Yeah, but you slept on a spaceship, didn't you?

"Sort of. Everyone in the Galactic Empire learns it as a child. I guess I knew and deserved it, and no one dared to explain it... Hmm. It's a hassle, so skip the details, but BISHOP will show you the future."

To Alan's remarks, Taro with a pompous face.

"Uh, no, no. I'm not coming to the fantasy world. That's impossible, right?

"Hmm, that's a natural fact for us... right. You know about the drive particles, don't you?

"Oops, that's the one you use for warp. Xiao Mei said a lot, but I don't even remember the fine toko."

"Well... you know experientially, the drive particles travel well beyond the speed of light. Is that good? And classical physics also tells us that particles traveling at speeds greater than the speed of light reverse the direction of the time axis. Drive particles are no exception. And the important thing is that BISHOP is one of the means of communication using drive particles."

Hmm, sneering taro for now. I honestly didn't know better, but I try to take it as a fact as honestly as I can. I don't even think Alan would lie.

"Drive particles. In other words, the particles of possibility bring us information that has happened in the near future. Our actions based on it will change the future... from the future, the past will change, but that has never caused paradox. Scholars say multidimensional world theory (parallel world) is what the right universe looks like. I don't know how it actually is."

"Ha... I don't know for sure, but with BISHOP, I think I can see the future. So, based on that visible future, are we pre-reading and acting?"

"That's the thing. There are limits to the amount of information and the amount of time. So you can avoid beams, and you can generate shields in good time. Of course, you act for a limited amount of time, so don't let your personal reflex nerves or anything matter. Kato is amazing around here."

"Ahhh... it's a cat... but it was such a magical device, BISHOP. The guy who made this is amazing, isn't he? You're super rich, aren't you?

Alan smiles "Right" at Taro's voice. But suddenly he looks serious and turns to Taro.

"BISHOP. It's more of a part called a drive detection element, but I don't really know who made this one. People just use it because it's convenient. Considering that all mankind is using such obscure objects, don't you think this guy is terrible inside?

Alan, who looks like he's going to talk about something even if it's suspicious. Taro feels horrified by it and takes a breath of relief.

"No, but I do. The device itself can be mass-produced? You know exactly how it works, don't you?

To Taro's doubts, Alan shakes his head.

"All the drive elements are just copying the original in a special way. We don't have any understanding of it, and it's impossible to create the elements themselves from scratch. When, where and by whom was the original made? You could say that's the biggest mystery in the history of the Galactic Empire... Come on, it's time for our next guest. Let's get ready."

On the way Alan was talking, a buzzer rang announcing that a visitor had arrived. When Taro regains consciousness, he decides to prepare himself without feeling unconscious. To Taro, is that feeling toward BISHOP or toward Alan? I didn't know that well.

"We" means we're Galactic Empires, right?

Taro murmured blushingly in a voice to such an extent that Alan could not hear him.