Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Katsushika Station Public Interest Hall, transformed from a speech to a party venue. Taro has a diamond-coated metal glass - a strange expression - in his hands, Marl and two. I wandered around relatively freely.

"Well, the glass is in danger..."

When it comes to a standing party, Taro has a strong cocktail glass image. Tin the blue cup on hand with your fingertips.

"Glass isn't used much at the station, is it? Because if there's an anomaly in the gravity generator, that's why the cracked fragments fly around. If you want a clear glass, there's an acrylic one, right?

Looks like you're in a good mood, Marl. Taro says, "No, this is fine," and shows him with a glass, he drinks the contents all the way down. I was like, "What do you think?" and when he receives the next cup offered by the robot at the service, he walks out towards the wall. The crowd is cramped, but not so much that you can't walk. Plus, everyone clears the way.

To be honest, I expected to see more question attacks and something, but apparently the whole area is distracting me. Though my eyes would greet me if I saw them, I could only count those who would go as far as to speak to me.

"Still, I'm really glad you already saved me, Marl. I seriously thought you were 100% dead. It was traumatic and quiet."

Remembering the silence during the speech, Taro. Return it to such a tall way that Marl is somewhat good at it.

"If you think you can do anything by yourself, that's a big mistake. I admit I've grown a lot more than before, but the foundations of Dayuan are not the same as they grew up in the Empire."

To Marl's point, "Right," said Taro, scratching his head.

"I could really have told you on BISHOP, but you seemed like a temper... and by the way, that manuscript of the speech, you thought?

"No, to work with Alan, Bella's reckoning. I ended up arranging about half of it. Heh."

To Taro's answer, Marr looked impressed with "yeah". She pinches some fruit that was at the table with her fingers and puts it in her mouth.

"It feels like you've come this far, for better or for worse, just grated without knowing how to walk under gravity. Honestly, I think it's amazing."

Marl creates a mouth-friendly grin and peeks into Taro. Taro can often be seen in her smile, but eventually she turns that way in the light.

"Heh, heh. When I do it, I do it."

It makes me want to say "what are you talking about" myself, a strong dialogue that doesn't matter. But when Marl answered, "I know," without saying anything, Taro finally lost his word. He wasn't used to being praised.

"" Mr. Taylor, I have a report for you. Would you please come to the holding room for visitors? ""

Reports from Xiaomei, flowing from BISHOP. Taro, who was contemplating a verbal complaint against Marr, decided to head to the holding room with his tongue pounding.

"Happy inauguration, Lord Taylor. That was a pretty brilliant speech... but you can't use me to emphasize your connection to the Empire. I don't care what you do."

Waiting in the pantry was Dean's figure dressed in the Imperial Army's white courtesy. He said to the opening, "Can I sit down?" Continue.

"No, no, aren't you with me and Mr. Dean? And it's been a long time. Please sit back...... uh, what can I do for you today?

Taro sits across the street himself, urging Dean to a soft couch. Behind Taro, Xiao Mei and Mar refrained, and a strange woman stood up to Dean.

"Uh, would you like to come with me?

Taro behind the sofa, pointing to a round chair for use by a squire or escort. Apparently the woman is a cyborg, staring at Taro with her wide open pupils. But Dean raises one hand, "She's fine," he says coldly.

"It's the body of the machine anyway. I'm not tired... she's just an escort. Never mind. More so, Lord Taylor. You seem to be getting more and more active these days without stalling. It's like a letter from Liza is just a bright topic."

A serene face with a tough look on the military. Taro cares if he is fooled, but he also thinks that maybe he is a kind brother to his sister.

"Yeah, well. It's a war, so it's been a long time. I wonder about that one. It doesn't mean you'll ever be free, but watching us won't be fun, will it?

"No, no, no, I've never seen a surveillance object as interesting as you. Whoa, you accidentally slipped your mouth. Have you had too much to drink? But with this, it's going to slip my mouth a little bit more."

A deliberate, detailed, shoulder-flattering look, Dean. I will truthfully accept Taro as I have said, even though I will patrol him to see what is going on.

"Xiao Mei, I was wondering if you'd let me know...... thanks. Mr. Dean, do you like alcohol? This is a pretty rare thing, if that's okay with you."

As Taro gives Dean the wrap he receives from Xiaomei, he observes his expression crumbly. If his expression shows even slight dissatisfaction, he must be prepared to offer another product.

"You can take this as a friend, right?

As you asked, Dean, to make sure. You can't peek at the expression, and Taro spins his head full that the word should have a deep meaning.

"... yeah, that's right. As a friend, I'll give it to you. Never bribe..."

As Taro tries to keep his words going, Dean comes palm to palm in front of Taro in a quick move.

"Never emit that continuation. At least not now. An automated voice integration program on the network will capture the word and you will be watched by another organization with me."

Di-n that drops his gaze and points to some device on his own hips. When Taro sips his sauce, he takes a glimpse of what appears to be his sound collecting device. Hands down that Dean was raising, keep going.

"Besides, I don't want that. Just trying to figure out who you are. [M] I'm so glad it wasn't like cash... I won't have to imprison you. Well, I'll take this."

I tremble at Dean's words laughing at him and wondering how far the hell it is a joke. But I also wanted to compliment myself for not choosing the worst option, although it may never have been the right thing to do.

"Well, shall we finish playing and get down to business? I came all the way here today to talk to you about business."

Are you playing or are you serious? As usual, I was frightened that I was too much of a person to understand the line, but I react to the word business negotiation to regain consciousness.

"What do you mean business... Imperial Army!!?

Dean smiles at the surprised, much louder voice.

"That's noisy... not wrong, but it's not what you'd imagine. First of all, your company won't be big enough to meet our demand. Expect more employees after about two or three digits."

To Dean's point, Taro the bitter laugh that he is indeed right.

Suppose we deliver a billion military men, for example, metal rings to pass through shoelaces. Once every two years, if there are 20 holes in one shoe, we have to produce 15 billion rings a year. About 40 million in a day. As it stands, Rising Sun cannot even take on small metal to protect the holes in the shoelaces. Regardless, it would be nice if a shoelace existed.

"Hey, ha. But when they tell me I can make a deal with the Imperial Army, I expect everyone to do the same."

"Well, I don't know how you feel... let's move on to the business conversation. The trading partner is one of the Imperial Army departments, with my breathtaking person at the top. I'm not going to make a direct deal, so don't get me through the dummy company. Do you remember that kind of interaction?

"None."

"Honest and good. I'm somewhat surprised... well, it's a paperwork issue, so you can ask Alan to do it for you. He's clever. The item you would like to have delivered is the Interesting Weapon on board your ship. What do you say?

Dean with a peeping gaze.

"Oh, does that sound like a rail gun? Here you go... but you know it was our productivity, right?

Answer saraya, Taro. Dean stared at Taro as he tried to narrow his eyes, but those eyes swim for a moment.

"That's pretty light...... Hmm. Isn't there something in the warhead itself?"

Dean with his hand to his jaw and his contemplative tricks. Taro stares at it with a bitter laugh, opening his mouth.

"No, there's nothing to keep a secret from. My gift just happened to go well with the attack. If you wanted a weapon with any special specifications, you missed the point."

How unfortunate, and so on. It was somewhat deliberate, but this was also genuine. As a business partner, he was a more promising opponent.

"Hmm. It's hard to understand your open-minded attitude because you're in intelligence... No, okay. That being the case, I would like to order the rail gun delivery as usual. That's as much as you can do, too."

To the unexpected answer, "Ooh?" and Taro, who raises his expectations.

Probably leaked it on purpose, but the opponent belongs to an Imperial Army intelligence agency. There's no way he doesn't know about this company, so he's willing to buy into a factory full of excess production.

Moreover, rail guns are objects that are under development for the sole purpose of loading into the plum. I have never profited externally before, nor did I expect to sell it. There are too few benefits to the beam in general human handling.

"Well, as for this one, I'll sell as much... even if I ask why?

To a story that's so good, I still don't know if there's anything behind it, Taro. To be so bold, Dean raises a single eyebrow and shows it.

"It's a simple story. It's not enough, you. Cannons, ships, modules, all kinds of equipment are lacking. Especially around beam weapons that use raiser metal can be described as devastating. Although it will be field-connecting, rail guns that do not use such special resources are not a bad weapon. Demand will grow from now on."

To Dean's words, the more he snorts, the more he snorts. Indeed, I knew that such demand was beginning to arise in the fleet of Taran no other way. Because the cannons were traditionally high and it was getting harder to match the numbers.

"If that's the case, well. But does it help? You're gonna get burned with a beam, aren't you?

I knew there would be some way, but I'd ask Taro for now. Dean returns some answers, like the Imperial Army.

"Would it just be nice to fly a number of live ammunition that the debris incineration beam can't handle and make a saturation attack? Bump him hundreds to thousands at a time, and that won't be something he can handle very well. I don't know what to say."