Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

"Uh, I don't know... if everything you say is true, I'm too suspicious to be honest. I don't want to get involved."

"Death Yonay. Solya Assou Death Yonay"

Taro was disappointed by the voice he heard over the outside line, but his heart was full of joy. Anyway, he's someone other than himself who may never have seen him again, and he's the first living other person I've seen in a year.

"After all, there's nothing I can do to say there's no family registry, no boat registry?

Taro told her everything about his situation to leave it to the momentum, but regretted that he should have thought about it a little more and talked. You don't have to go until you tell a lie, but you should probably have avoided anything that would be detrimental to you if you spoke.

"Huh? I don't care if the registry or the ship's book depends on the credit. The problem is the override device and 4,000 bodies. I don't care what you think, it's not a real substitute, that ship."

"No, the corpse is buried in space? I put it together in the cargo compartment and shot it out, so it's not there anymore. Calculation of Xiao Mei says he will plunge into some star in 20,000 years. Can I wish you luck?

"I don't know what to do... it's an emergency, but you're gonna do great too."

Marl continues, "Anyway," when he utters that in a frightened voice.

"I'll tow you to the station to thank you for your help, but you can do it yourself later. A ship of that size wouldn't make an idiot of an entrance fee, and most importantly, I don't want the inspector to find it. We sell legitimate business."

"Yeah... don't say that. Help me. Oh, Marl. I don't have a single sentence. You don't know right or left."

"What kind of marl..."

"You can't help me. There are certain things I have to say. Mar, the salvager, is an accomplice."

"Hey, hey! Stop joking!!

"Anyway, I have nothing to lose. I'll do it. I'll do it."

"You... you have a pretty good personality. But you can't. I don't get a dime. I don't do my job."

Taro roars at Marl's stubborn voice. The voice of the third party I've been watching breaks into there.

"May I offer you one suggestion, Miss Marr"

"Uh, I don't mind, but who is it? I heard the crew was alone."

"This is disrespect, Miss Marr. My name is Xiaomei and I am the property of Mr. Taylor. See you later."

"Stop!! Don't say that because no matter what you ask, you'll be mistaken!!

Taro slaps Xiaomei in a hurry, but Xiaomei ignores it and continues.

"First of all, I, Xiaomei and the Imperial Government, guarantee that the ownership of this ship will undoubtedly rest with Mr. Taylor. I assure you that from the various records on board, you will have just enough certainty to make the trial work."

"Yeah, I heard that. Go on."

"Yes, Miss Marr. By the way, Miss, did you see when this ship crashed into Wynd earlier? Even though it was a violent collision, the armoured plate of this ship survived only slightly deformed"

"Right, I was watching. Hey, what's that..."

"It's a black metal IN type."

Plum so as to block Marl's voice. I had no idea what Taro was talking about, but I noticed that Marl made a breathtaking noise across the outside line.

"Please don't leave me, Xiaomei. I don't know, that black metal."

"Yes, Mr. Taylor. Black metal gives a metal like titanium an alloy mixed with carbon fiber by a special method. Strong, flexible and highly shielded conductive. Except for the fact that it's not easy to work with, it's ideal for armor."

"Ho, that's what happens when you think it's hard. What's type IN?

Taro's question did not come from Xiaomei, but from beyond the outer line.

"Type IN is Type Imperial Navy. I mean, the Imperial Navy specs. Honestly, I don't want to get involved with you anymore."

"Yeah, maybe I am. But Miss Marr."

A buildup that doesn't look like AI, as if you're reading an expression.

"This is very expensive"

What do you say? The conversation between the three of us is interrupted and often silent time passes.

"............... I lost. What's your share?"

Marl with a sigh just saying he was frightened. Taro opens his mouth when he puts on a small gutsy pose.

"I don't care what you say. This one is refreshing due to the lack of financial sense!! Hehe!!

"Yeah!? What are you so prestigious about! Or isn't it crazy to throw a round at a negotiator?

"Affirmative, Miss Marr."

"Let's deny it there, Xiaomei!!

"Ha... well fine. Then why don't you ask Rocky to pay for his repairs? It's never cheap, is it?

"So then"

"............... you. In the meantime, the bad guys will fool you."

The dull voice tone heard from the outside line and the noise disconnecting the line. Taro shouted joyfully when he rose his hands and became Jen-royal.

- "Start docking approach" -

Large warning display, displayed on the BISHOP screen. Taro continues to manipulate the subtle attitude control function to get the ship into the dock, while being distracted by the immense space station approaching momentarily.

"No... not a hundred times more than I imagined..."

The cylindrical space station that spreads in front of him was more like something called a space colony in Taro's memory. There is no glass surface, but a huge body covered in solar panels and a pier for docks extending from there in all directions. At the pier there were ships that could not be counted, and there were starships of all sizes and sizes coming and going.

"Mr. Taylor, I just received information from the station. This albus station looks like a medium-sized station with a population of 6 million. There seems to be a Stargate nearby, so it seems to be used as a relay point with major planets."

"Is this medium-sized... and people live on the station?

"... I'm not sure what the question means, Mr. Taylor. Ninety-eight percent of Galactic Empire residents live in the station's residential area. Isn't that obvious?

"Yeah!? That's not true. I'm totally alien anymore. Culture shock is not a level!?

- "Warn Using Predefined Automatic Approach Programs" -

"Ah, yes. Thank you very much. But I don't have this ship engine, so I can't use the program I got."

Taro puts a penetration into the disturbing warning display from the station, which appears behind his eyes. He will fine-tune his posture control jet based on information on the ship that will be updated in a glaring way.

- "Warning deactivation route normalization" -

Taro recalculates from the size of the mass and converts all the jets of the attitude control to the brakes. Originally slow as a tortoise, its speed slows down further.

- "Warning. Use a predetermined automatic landing program." -

"Ya, that's why you're telling me this ship engine isn't here, CONCHISHOO!! I don't know, I don't even have a foot for this ship!!

Taro screams half-beautifully. When he makes the last jet injection for a very short time, the ship has zero relative velocity to the station. i.e. totally stop.

Welcome to Albus Station.

"Thank you," Taro muttered, watching as a number of thin wires stretched from the station's pier on the display. Eventually, a snake-like, curved tube stretches out and serves as a joint to the entrance and exit of this ship.

"Good day. Hey, you, what was that earlier? Looks like it was a pretty irregular dock though. Did you even do manual manipulations?

Marl's voice heard from Xiaomei.

"Um, manual. Is it? I don't know, but I did it while updating the program on the spot."

"... I'm sorry, I don't really understand what you're saying"

"Yep. That's why I'm making a landing program on the spot. You can't help it. I don't even know if I can call this a ship anymore, because it's a suspicious substitute."

"... uh, you mean in real time? I'm surprised... do you have a gift?

"A gift? Sorry, baby. Will you forgive me for my gift?"

"... okay. I'll pick you up that way, so wait. You don't even know how to walk, do you?

"Walk. I've been walking here for almost twenty years!!

He was Taro sticking what was rude in Marr's story, but a few minutes after the thing, he had to convince me that it was exactly right.

He was completely oblivious to the fact that gravity free space was expanding once he got off the ship.