Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Countless shadows on the radar screen.

An expensive radar holographic screen, new with funds from a luxurious company. A miniature enemy ship rising in the hollow slowly moves along with the various information displayed beside it. Identification number, size and threat degree.

"Pram to each ship. Shift formation to backslash. Top is Plum."

"" Bird One, roger. ""

"" Bird-two, roger. ""

Follow the instructions of Taro, together forming the left wing into a protruding shape. Three frigates each led by two destroyers. A total of six ships retract the right hand of the plum.

Bird One has Alan on board, and Bird Two has skilled battleship riders on board as captains. They were both impeccable in strength and were quick to execute the instructions given.

"Output 60%. Beam turret open"

Copy that. I'm gonna activate the beam jamming.

"Nice to meet you, Marl. Ume, any sign of reinforcements over there?

"No, Mr. Taylor. Concentration of drive particles, it is also presumed impossible to jump directly"

"Whoa. Let's start shooting."

Taro's signal fires eight beams from the plum turret. Attacks are also launched from bureaucratic ships in the form that follows, with a bunch of light rushing towards the enemy, Wynd.

"First bullet effect, grant damage rate of 15%. First things first, Mr. Taylor."

"Right. I guess the results of the training are Toko."

The first bullet in an attack is difficult to hit. After the second shot, various adjustments can be made based on the information obtained in the first attack, but not at first. The 15% damage inflicted was very significant and seemed to be a gift of daily training.

"Ready for secondary fire. Open the rail gun turret too"

"Copy that. But don't shoot too much, right? That's because the percentage of combat expenses is very high."

Marl opens the turret as directed, even though it is called a bump. Taro laughs "What" and locks on for his next target.

"Mr. Taylor. The enemy has split into two hands. What will you do?

"Huh? Damn, not again. Each ship, jamming to a right-hand group. Focus on the left."

"It would be easier if you came straight," Taro tongues, but quickly skips the next instruction. The shelling from each ship concentrates to the left, striking down the group about to circle outside this one.

"Group 1, 80% damage. Group 2 determines the enemy's proximity. Start shield control."

Calm voice of Xiao Mei. As she puts it, the beam from the enemy begins to release, and thin lines are depicted on the radar holograph. The shelling of mixed units by Destroyer and Frigate classes is not heavy with one blow but there are many anyway. On the radar, it quickly becomes like an old TV sandstorm.

"Wow, this is more than I expected. Have a shield?"

To Taro's question, Xiao Mei wraps her neck around.

"Yeah, you'll be fine, Mr. Taylor. At least this ship will have a prefix. The new shield booster performs great"

"It was expensive, so I'm in trouble if you don't work for me like that. Than that, Taylor, some of the ship's beams aren't curved. Maybe he's loaded with stabilizers."

"Huh? I don't know what to do..."

When Taro quickly accesses the scan function, he checks against the hull information. Find what Marl calls an uncurved object among the hundreds of beams flying across the battlefield and identify its source.

"Bird-Two, Ship Two is smashed. Ship Three is smashed, leaving the front."

"Intensive projection of power? Be faithful to the textbooks...... PLAM to each ship. Bird-to-retreat, Bird-one advances and takes Bird-to-attack."

"" This is Bird Two. Roger, sorry, but we're going backwards. ""

"" This is Bird One, roger that. Do you have a problem with defense? ""

"This is Plum, and that's okay. I'll drop the big guy over here, so I asked him to be smaller if he could afford it."

When Taro shifts consciousness to attack, he concentrates on controlling the ejected warhead. According to Alan's story, we will refer to various data on BISHOP that appear to be informative from the future and preface the optimal behavior.

"... All right, hit it. Marr, how close are you to the enemy?

It's time for a second enemy range.

"Roger. Mr. Gong, it's time!!

As Taro sees the fired warhead penetrate the enemy destroyer, he shouts out loud toward the comms machine. Then the telegraph returns the voice "" Leave it to me "" and shows the cat that fits in the cockpit.

"... that's surreal"

Taro grunts with a blush. And Marl replies, "Oh," and continues, "You can't be cute."

- "Drone Bay Open" -

- "No problem with catapult ejection mechanism" -

- "Drone ejection" -

Reporting display on BISHOP, displayed continuously. Quick switching of that gives you a sense of the skill of the fighter fleet.

"Bombing formation, ejected to scheduled course, Mr. Taylor. Approximately five minutes and thirty seconds to drop."

"Copy that. Transfer their directional beacons to each ship. If I shoot my people out, they'll look good."

"It's okay, Taylor. The De-Talink coefficient is over 94%."

Taro returns a satisfying nod to Marl's report, dropping off eight round machine shadows as he moves on the radar.

Four of the Cats, who are bombers, and four of their backup fighters. Supporting fighters are unmanned and basically can only do jamming against enemy beams. Unlike HAD, fighters that are small cannot have too much equipment. Thus, for the most part, the role is specialised.

"I'd like to have a few more mounts. I'm anxious we don't have a shield aid around here."

"Are you willing to make one with the aircraft carrier, Mr. Taylor? You can increase some if you open up Turret Bay, but I doubt how much more power it will improve, right?

"No, I know. Blah, blah, blah. It's very convenient, fighter. Oh, look."

Saying, Taro pointing to the radar screen. There was an indication from the Plum that a bombing by the Cats had begun against an enemy ship in a blind spot.

"You can ignore all the enemy shield ships and stuff and attack enemies in the back... it doesn't matter how much more they jam. The Sora carrier is strong."

Think of a large aircraft carrier with hundreds of battle drones, owned by the Imperial Army.

"There's no such thing as a company that can hold it. Different digits in price and operating costs. Isn't it hard to maintain an EAP?

"Um, you said you were considering holding it as a common resource for the Alliance. I think I'll give you a ride when I build it."

"Mr. Taylor, the assault team is coming home. Prepare to accept."

Taro hurriedly emits "Ah, yabe" to Xiaomei's words, spinning the attitude of the ship a little. Since evasive action cannot be taken when launching or arriving at the ship, it is necessary to place the entrance and exit in a position where they will be blind spots from the enemy.

"" Time is more precious than money, Mr. President. Just open the bay. ""

Sounds better than a comms machine, Tyke's voice. Taro opened the door of Drone Bay with his head closed.

After the battle near the Katsushika system, Taronda returned to the station. They gathered at a downtown drinker to have a post-battle reflection and good luck party. That's a popular store for Rising Sun employees, many of whom hook up for a drink after work.

Although there were no tatami tatami in the store, the hairy feet were laid with short but thick carpets, and the user took the form of sitting on the floor surrounding the table.

"Hey, Mr. President. I couldn't get that one today. There's been a 20-second loss. It's down 5% efficiency."

Next to Taro, a gon sitting on a overlaid cushion. Each face of the Cats has a small arm attached to his body that interacts with BISHOP, cleverly handling utensils such as knives and forks to eat.

"No, it doesn't look familiar. Should I be able to get in and out freely from the outside?

"Stop," Alan said to Taro's suggestion.

"Controlling the hull from the outside can be a weakness in any way. I've been trying so many things, but none of them are going to work."

Taro arms "hmm" to Alan's words. Marl walks over there with a cup and sits next to Taro.

"But I know how you feel, too. Other than opening and closing the bay, it's a hassle, isn't it? There's a lot of security."

"That's right, Mr. Vice President. If it's easy, it's a straight line to a catastrophe."

Tyke drinking from a glass with an arm. Taro feels indescribably uncomfortable with the fact that he is a cat but drinks with his mouth directly to the glass. It is common sense in Tailang that if you are a cat, you drink with your tongue from a plate.

"Why don't you just install some equipment for the aircraft carrier? I'm guessing you have extra money, huh?

White hairy Yuki exudes sleepiness. In contrast, Marl says, "I don't have any extra money."

"Either way, the equipment for the aircraft carrier is too big to get on the plumb. I guess it's best to use a drone bay for HAD... rather than... I know it's convenient, but why are you so obsessed with aircraft?

Alan as the glass of ice clatters. "Mm-hmm," Taro said, thinking and looking up.

"I wonder why, because I still have a strong image that the aircraft carrier is the strongest...... oh no, I'm talking about it on Earth. It sounds like an air-carrier fleet, okay?

"It sounds like you......... no, wait. You. No way."

Alan solidifies with a stiff look, as if he thought of something. When Taro makes a grin, he turns his gaze toward the Cats, each relaxing beside him.

"I can handle dozens of tasks at the same time. How funny would it be if you manipulated a fighter?