Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Left the park, some walking distance away. As prompted, Taronda embarks on a high-speed moving vehicle and begins to travel silently somewhere. Taro, who had confirmed his current location on the terminal because it was not particularly prohibited, expressed surprise that the car was passing through a space where there should have been nothing.

"There's a lot of things, a lot of things. It would help if you would shut up."

Heading to Taro, a man with his index finger against his mouth emits. "You can't help it," Taro said, "it was best to make a bitter laugh.

Eventually it seems that the car has arrived somewhere at its destination and slowly begins to slow down. A line down it linearly driven continued to walk silently after his brothers and sisters walking in the lead, arriving in a small room within no amount.

"It's not supposed to exist on the station's management documents, but it's called home. I don't mind you taking your time. I hope it's a sign of trust."

Probably in the reception room. Sofas and tables are arranged neatly and some less decorative conditioning items can be seen. At first glance, it felt like a reception room with no strange philosophy, but it didn't seem so to Alan and the others.

"It's called accessibility, is that the guy? I don't know what you said... the door... yes, the door knob."

Interesting view of the door knob at the entrance door, Alan. Taro looked at Alan like that as anything, but eventually he nodded with his skill.

"Oh, no, it's unusual to grab and open doors with your hands. I mean, I've never seen you over here either."

All the doors I usually use are from the BISHOP open method. On rare occasions, there is a handle on the sliding door, but there is basically nothing more.

"It's my first time, too. I knew it as knowledge... is this common in" beyond "?

"Well, there's no BISHOP," over there. What do you say?

Alan talking to Taro, but messing with the terminal at hand. He turned his gaze toward the man and said, "Can I look into it?" and emit briefly.

"If it means bugging or the presence of explosives, I don't mind... Hmm, you seem to have had military training. Very familiar."

To the man's point, Alan returns his gaze silently. When the man takes Alan's gaze, he shrugs his shoulder, "He doesn't seem to like me very much," he said.

"Oh no, there's a lot going on... uh, I know, but again. I'm Taylor Ichijo, the representative of Rising Sun. It's Mr. Phantom, okay?

The man nods one to the words of Taro, hand over the sofa. Sitting there as Taro was prompted, Alan and the others quietly withheld behind him.

"Oh, yeah. Phantom. I don't know if I can call it my real name because I don't have a family registry, and I can't prove it. That's just what they call it, and I think it's a good name."

Very calm, relaxed voice. And then Alan said, "Can I ask you something?" and continue.

"Seven years ago, the Ardra system, Station 5. There you have spoken to enemy soldiers. Remember what I said?

To Alan's question, Fantom tilting his neck. He opens his mouth after showing some thought.

"What the hell are you guys doing here? Was it. It was a long time ago. I don't really remember."

Like, I really don't know, Phantom. Did Alan satisfy himself with the answer, meditating his eyes and nodding several times to show.

"Exactly." What the hell do you guys want with coming to this place? "Right. Taylor, this guy is real. I've been half-hearted so far, but there seems to be no doubt."

Phantom looks somewhat surprised by Alan's words. When he said, "That time?" When he emits, Alan returns "Ah" briefly.

"Well... that was a mutual, unfortunate incident. I'm not going to apologize, but I'm not going to ask you to either. Is that all right?

To Phantom's words, Alan looked like he was on tour. After doing so for a while, he nods as if he is convinced of something.

"Right... that's good. No, you should. I'm sorry I broke the story. Go on."

Alan stood silently on the spot when he said so to both Taro and Phantom. Taro decides he's apparently feeling better and fixes his stand for Phantom.

"Yes, uh, I wonder what to start with. Basically, it's a matter as I sent it in the correspondence, but what do you think? Is there a chance?

I don't know how to deal with it, Taro I emit to ask for now. When Phantom glances at Taro like that, he hums one nose.

"Was it mentoring, directing, or It sounds like an interesting idea, but I want to ask the other way around. I wonder why I need to be at your place if I'm willing to cooperate in such a place. I'm not proud of you, but if you want to be, you can be Gigantech's military advisor, right?

Phantom points out, the biggest problem the Tarrandas envisioned. Taro stuck in words for the sudden pointing out of the blue.

"Ugh, you're right, the problem is... what should I do?

Fool, I'll be honest. Together, I'll turn my gaze on "What are you talking about", including Phantom. When Taro takes that gaze, not even the wind he cares about, he flaunts his shoulders and opens his mouth.

"Ya, blah, blah, blah. I thought about it. I feel like there's no bargaining or snapping at someone who can fight and sell from the front to an imperial opponent. If you can handle it by worshipping it down, I will, but I wonder if that's different again. If that happens, we'll have to ask the person in person, right?

It's like, "Right?" But I said, "Taro. Phantom leaks a small laugh, as opposed to Alan and his creepy, pompous appearance.

"You're funny. I see, that's an idea I don't even know... yeah, that's not bad"

Is there anything you like about Taro's answer, Phantom, who snorts alone? When he utters, "Let's prepare a drink," he rings his finger several times toward the back. After a while, Layla with dishes appears from across the door and pours a good aromatic black liquid into each cup together.

"... oh, this is coffee? Seriously? Does it exist?

Taro accidentally speaks up to the name of a nostalgic preference derived from the fragrance. Phantom's unexpected gaze at Taro like that, and Alan and the others turn a strange gaze.

"You're sensible. It's not a very common drink."

Something, Phantom's gaze like exploring. If Taro ignores his gaze, he sips a cup of coffee. Bitter, sweet, nostalgic fragrance spreads all over your mouth.

"Hmm... is this guy a mocha? Sounds like it's blended with something, but I don't know. Is that Mandelin?

Taro turns his gaze toward Phantom, which he also explores. Phantom leaks a challenging grin when he receives such a tall gaze.

"Mocha, you're right. Mandelin means Madeline... Hmm, I see. You seem to have some interesting secrets. [M] Mandelin, it's an old call. No one knows anymore."

The fact that it was unexpected for Taro, as Phantom tells it. Taro makes a look of surprise for a moment, but deliberately strikes it off. You should let them think you have something, something to include.

"Hey, I'm not going to have a secret that sounds like a secret. If you're curious, why don't you go to my company?

"Hehe, it's not a bad idea to tickle your intellectual curiosity, but you're still weak to put it on... yeah, you know what this guy is?

With that said, Phantom takes something out of his back. And he offered it to Taro, and Taro would scream unexpectedly.

"Yes, no, no. Hey, wait, I'm sorry. I apologize if something bothered you!!

Raise your hands and make yourself smaller, Taro. What the hell is going on and Alan and the others coming at you with an incredible look on their face.

"... I'm sorry. There's no bullet in it. But now you know one thing. You..."

Phantom returns the removed iron mass to his back again.

"- Something about the planet, like someone involved. What are the possible possibilities...... archaeological maniacs or icemen? It's possible that you're from the same place as Layla, but it's a necklace that you don't know the language."

To Phantom's words, an eye-opening Taro. I have been exposed to all sorts of information in the Galactic Empire, but this was the first time I heard the word "Earth" from a human being other than myself.

"No... why, eh?

Phantom answers to Taro, who is going to be surprised by his own back side.

"No one looks at this guy and soon finds out it's a gun. Alan...... excuse me. Can I call you that? Like he didn't react in any way, this designed gun has been out of use for a long time now. A gunpowder propelled live ammunition weapon. He's called an antique."

A chunk of iron removed by Phantom. In other words, a revolver, a revolving pistol, had certainly never been seen in the Galactic Empire to the best of Taran's knowledge.

"There are rare, surprisingly old items left in the Empire. This gun is a replica, but it's real. I don't care what you think. It's older than the dawn of the Empire. There are a lot of collectors in the galaxy who collect these items. Oh, no, not much in numbers."

When Phantom says so, he points to the door knob and emits, "That's one of those things," he says.

"But from that reaction, there's no line called a collector. If so, are you Iceman? How old the hell did you fly in here from? Icemen from some old days should be on the Empire checklist... I don't remember. You woke up here recently."

In the meantime, Phantom lays down precise reasoning. Taro closed his eyes when he raised his hands and said briefly, "Excuse me, I'm surrendering," he said.