Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Gowen stands on the spot in vain. When he eats up his teeth and keeps his consciousness tight, he yells at his men who have been reporting.

"Something...... what is something!! Be clear!!

"I dunno!! The sensors...... are capturing some flying stuff!!

"Flying stuff!? Wait a minute!!

When Gowen hurries to access the hull information, he lists the information in the category of alleged debris avoidance. The powerful sensors of electronic warplanes were also able to easily gather detailed information that could not be captured by ordinary ships.

"It's a debris...... no, it's not. The incineration beam doesn't capture the target... is it some kind of induction weapon? Hey, what's going on with the rock-on jammer!!

"I'm doing it!! I keep jamming from earlier!!

To Gowen's uptight voice, his men who return the loss. Gowen glanced a little at his men's temper and said, "So why is it locked on?" "

"Shortly after unlocking it, it locks on again!! It's all ships at the same time!!

"Been... opponent is an observer (spotter)? Go on, keep cutting. If we do everything we can..."

"It's already all I can do!! I keep blocking and locking on every second!! Every second!?

Gowen finally realizes it's not just a joke to the voice of his men, who are half as close to screaming. We don't know who the other ship is, but we only know that it's a hell of an opponent.

"Lock on thirteen ships per second... but it's time consuming, against stealth ships..."

In my head, Gowen desperately thinks about how I can get the best results. But that option didn't seem like much.

"Active Sonar charging complete. Do you want to let go?

As I look up at Gowen, his men emit. Gowen roars when he sees his men's faces properly. He preferred the type of battle where he flirted with the opponent in one well-prepared operation or another, and he was not comfortable with situations that required aggressive judgment on the spot.

"... Captain?

Uncomfortable appearance, someone from my men emits. The various control personnel at the bridge were rushing to handle the battle, but they must have questioned the fact that no orders were issued. Eventually a strange silence descends.

"Activate the stealth generator."

"... Yes?

"Didn't you hear me? Activate the stealth generator. Retreat!!

Gowen screaming out loud, feeling half fucked up. In his head, matters relating to the battle had already disappeared somewhere, and the vast majority of excuses were made when he returned.

At the bridge of the cruiser Plum II, Taro, who was conducting combat operations with four of the Cats, watched his opponent disappear from the radar with no expression. The perspective is uncertain, just a blurry face.

"Hey President, shouldn't we be flying this way? But if they use that when they leave, it's gonna be pretty bad, right?

Tyke emits as he reverses his brown hair on a combat operating board that is usually deserted. Their torso is secured to the operating board with a belt and powerful magnets, and they continue to control it without any problems among the shaky hulls.

"... Hey, President!! Are you listening!!

Taro finally regains much more consciousness to Tyki, who shouts aloud. Because the consciousness was sinking completely into the BISHOP, the sudden return of the ship's vision shook my body terribly.

"Ah, ah. Yeah, well... I think I'll pull over, and I'll say goodbye."

Taro holds down his terrible head of headache with his hands and rubs his temples off. I hear uncomfortable tinnitus and bring nausea.

"Hold on, that was awesome earlier. Again, I wonder what's going on with the president's brain. And the ship's central BISHOP control system. That kind of high-speed lock-on is hard on spot ships."

When he was there, Char seemed to be in a good mood at Taro's feet. "Haha, I wonder what's going on," Taro said, gently stroking his back, hugging him to his knees to prepare for the overdrive. Just in case, send an identification signal to the bureaucracy and a response will be received from a nearby station. I guess that means we could have evacuated without a problem.

- "Overdrive system activated" -

Plum II that swirls itself toward the pre-calculated coordinates. When Taro confirms that Plum II has overdriven without any problems, he gently lowers the char to the floor and runs out toward the equipment room.

"Marl!! How's Xiao Mei?

As you rush into the equipment room, Taro rolls on the ground in a grand way with something. He tried to get up, but when he realized who he was, he held it up as he fell asleep.

"Xiaomei!! It's okay!? Alive!?

Lifting the nostalgic sphere with both hands, Taro peeks in from all directions as if checking for scratches.

"Yeah, no problem, Mr. Taylor. But I wonder if you look so seriously at a woman's body."

Xiao Mei brightens the lamp and vibrates as if to protest.

"Oh well... ha... good..."

Taro with Xiao Mei down on his chest and his hands spread out to become large letters. Marl walks up to him like that with a grin on his mouth.

"I'm glad it's not a cheap body. Thanks to the fact that there was a proper multi-stage fuse, it didn't seem to affect the circuit. Is it the body that got wasted? He didn't even faint."

"Yeah, I was well awake while I was being transported. The output was broken, so I couldn't react. But hehe. Mr. Taylor didn't have that rush."

"Stop!! Something embarrassing!!

"What do you say, Mr. Taylor? As far as I'm concerned, I was careless and happy. I've never regretted anything more than the fact that I never recorded it."

"Yes, Taylor. You don't have to be ashamed to worry about someone. than that......"

Marl circles his neck and sees his little plum body standing on the wall. The left hand to shoulder with the cord that was making the connection to the hull is black and burnt, causing the cute clothes to be heavily torn.

"It's a shame, but not the prosthetic one. Overvoltage burns the parts themselves, so I think it's difficult to repair them."

"Can't you handle the overhaul, Miss Marr? Alternatively, it would be appreciated if we could save diverting parts."

"Hmm, it's gonna be a total exchange in the end, so I don't think it's any different than buying a new one"

"Really... too bad"

Xiao Mei turns the camera towards her own body and brightens the lamp. "Cheer up," Taro chuckles as he lifts the sphere, which looked somewhat lonely.

"Xiao Mei was safe, so more than anything else. Bodies, clothes, I'll buy you another one."

Gently stroke the surface of the sphere, thumbs up and show the tall.

"The next one is a drill gear body."

"Ho, is that a drill"

"No, why are you riding there? Stop it."

When Marl tapped Xiaomei properly, Mitsu's laughter rose.

Equipment room after Taro left for the ship. Marl lifts the plum rolling down its cold floor and gently puts it on the workbench.

"So, what about the real place? Repairable?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Miss Marr. As you can see, Xiao Mei is fine, right?

Marl responds by putting his hands on his hips and exhaling sighs in response to Xiao Mei.

"Ume, I'm a mechanic, right? I know how much current flows in just a few moments before the fuse runs out."

Are you angry, or sad? A look that I don't know myself well.

"... that's disrespectful, Miss Marr. Right, some of the circuits for hardware control are burned out. There is no problem with the extent of rolling, but it will be difficult to manipulate the prosthetic body for a while. radiation by drive particles, so it was almost immediately over-electrified. ECM was horrible."

"Hard control... you were in danger. Can you cure it?"

"Yeah, it might take a month or so, but no problem. But I'm in trouble. We need to find some excuse to be in the sphere for a while."

"That mess, it wasn't normal. I guess we really should be honest, but it looks like we should set the day... well, why don't we just leave a few more obstacles where there's no obvious? That's more effective than lying poorly."

"I see. For your information... Miss Marr at times. What's the matter, sir?

Marl covering himself in small plums and turning his hands so that he can hold him.

"Sorry, Xiao Mei. Spaceships are built to protect humans, but AI isn't in them. I think we should have taken more measures."

"No, I don't care, Miss Marr. It's only natural to prioritize living organisms, and it's not Miss Marr's fault. Unlike the changing AI, moreover, humans are fragile."

"You're an idiot. There's no way I'm changing you... because Xiao Mei is Xiao Mei"

Pepper, marl as you tap the sphere.

"Hehe, that's a funny rhetoric. Is Xiaomei Xiaomei?"

"That's right. Bad mouth, because it's our important family."