Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

When Taro towed the ship from the protected Enzio alliance to Katsushika, he decided to ask the EAP what to do. It was not a good thing that Taro decided arbitrarily on what to do with the exiles, and it was outside of releasing them as they were.

"The Katsushika system is under Mr. Taylor's jurisdiction, so it's basically at Mr. Taylor's discretion. If you have useful information, it would be helpful to send it to us."

Lynn's voice heard from the comms.

"No, I don't mind judging this one. I took a quick peek at the hull information, but you didn't have any particularly suspicious records. Normally looks like an exile. But you're lying about a civilian ship. Moro Military Ship"

Think of the data when you mastered the ship, and look up and be tall. Lynn with a young face on the comms machine opens her mouth with a sigh of "Really?".

"In fact, a large number of displaced persons have suddenly begun to appear in the last few days. Mr. Taylor's. So outside, there were just seven reports. Something's going to happen."

"Um, I'll just be ready to deal with whatever happens for now. Whoa, okay. Then I'll do something about it over here."

"Yes, excuse me. If you finally seem to be able to spare it, you can send it over here. See you soon."

Taro answers Lynn with a finger on her forehead, waving "aye". When he finishes his correspondence, he wonders what's wrong.

"Um, I guess I'll talk to Alan or Mr. Phantom for now. I can't do research or interrogation."

Such knowledge existed in my mind as part of the military, but unlike ship manoeuvres, my opponent is a human being. Where I did it manually by hand, I didn't think it would work.

"Well, maybe that's a good idea. The displaced seem cooperative, and I don't think it's going to be bad."

That's what happens as Marl flaunts his shoulder. Taro was blurry and thinking about the fate of the displaced, but much more conscious of the letters of emergency incoming calls that appeared on BISHOP.

"What? Alan? What's the matter with you?

Head to the comms machine and speak up Taro. Eventually, Alan appeared within a few moments, and behind him was a hasty look at the company office.

"Taylor, they're finally moving. The border with the Enzio Alliance is in a hurry. There could be a big shot in the neighborhood."

All kinds of information sent to the hull along with the remarks. There were reports of pressure and attacks on the Allies until a system that had never seen them appear before.

"Unfortunately, a long vacation would be over for him. Admiral, we'd better have a meeting with the Union's key members in the near future. If it's going to be a hot war, the company will need to move to a wartime system."

"Long vacation. Everybody loves the rest of the day, so I want you to stay like this... but I don't remember taking a decent break lately."

"Ha, that's sad. But rest is always up to others. If it's the president or the employees, that doesn't change. I hope it will be peaceful soon."

Taro sighed loudly as he shouted at Alan's voice.

"Sister, sister, look at this. This is Taylor from Rising Sun. I'm sure we're going to have a humiliating investigation that we can imagine. What shall we do?"

Girl holding both arms, shaking her head so she can shrink small. Tickling thin orange hair shakes along with it.

"No, no, I won't. Taylor, that's what chicken is."

"Then what are you going to do, you outer road!! Pervert!! Or what, you prefer an abandoned system!! Do it right if you want!!

"No, hey. Scary!! Or if you leave it, there's no investigation or shit... by the way, who are you talking to earlier? Uh, someone from that line?

Another displaced person who circles his face and is in a tightly locked private room in the Katsushika Station office. Taro turns his face to the captain of the Mailian.

"Uh, she... well, that's right. It was a bit arry...... hahahaha......"

Captain leaking a dry laugh. The grin draws, and I see sweat on my forehead.

"I'm not telling you to tell me everything. If you have facts you don't want to talk about, that's fine, and you don't have to fix them. This is a question, not an interrogation."

And the Phantom stood behind the door. He was a captain who breathed relief into his words, but he would sweat further into the words he continued to say.

"But I won't tolerate lies. If you don't want to say it, just say it clearly. Lies are considered hostile and, worst of all, will be as you imagine. You don't have an imperial registry, do you?

Slowly, Phantom emits in a low voice. Confirmation of the registry is tantamount to saying, "Whatever you guys do, you're allowed to do." Three iron balls, about five centimeters in diameter, circle with his hands, reflecting the lights of the lights and glowing lukewarmly.

"I'll check again. To sum up, the Allies have set up a nation whose territory is unique, trying to get away from the imperial buzz. The war that lasted so many years ago inside the Alliance was a bluff for deception, right?

To the voice of Phantom, the captain nodding with a serious look.

"Yep. Enzio was in the previous war, with little consumption. On the contrary, the power to gather in the centre should have kept rising all the time. Of course you wouldn't know that about the general public or anything, and you must think you were really at war. All you know is the top of the army."

Phantom shows some thought to the captain's explanation. For such a phantom, Taro opens his mouth.

"Does the muscle go through? I wondered why they suddenly joined hands with each other after years of war."

"That's right," Phantom said to Taro, who sat in the chair.

"But I doubt it. Now may be the time to talk about realism, but that is only because of the collapse of the old neural network. It wouldn't be possible to know that from then on, would it?

To Phantom's question, he nodded if you ask me. Now that there is no longer a neural net connecting all galaxies, we can limit the intervention of the Empire. The entrance from the Empire is network limited to the area surrounding the Alpha system, which was once a good passage, turning it into an invisible wall.

"I just don't know that far. Oh, no. If you were at the top of the army, you might know that to your corporal self... but what I said earlier is true. The officers of the army have been informed all the way, and those who react to the rejection have been solemnly declared."

The word Solemn Qing brings a crease between the eyebrows.

"Eh Sachi hey...... Outlaw is like that everywhere? So did Dingo, but you're killing too many punks."

"By people," Phantom said to Taro, who appeared to be in a bad mood.

"It depends on people, for better or worse. That's what outer space means."

When Phantom says so, he stands up and slowly walks over to the captain. He brings his face closer to the captain with his gaze pointed toward the girl.

"That girl, she's messing with you, right?

A voice containing disgust, like a sound from the bottom of the earth. When Taro shook herself to the fear of running up, she thanked no one, saying it was really good that she wasn't the one who was stuck.

"What are you talking about... Aah!!

A screaming captain, keeping his palms in check. When I saw what was going on there, the captain's hand was deeply engulfed with the iron sphere that Phantom had.

"You lied to me?

A voice that has changed since I hit earlier and has no emotion whatsoever. The captain opens his mouth with a look swallowed by fear, while distorting his face to pain.

"Wow, I get it!! I'll talk!! She is a biological weapon of the military… an experiment, but I was wondering if it would help me escape…"

In tears, that's what you talk about, Captain. When Phantom retrieves the iron ball from the captain's hand, he rings one nose and then sits back in the chair.

"As I said earlier, I will not tolerate lies. The next step is to increase the number of iron balls... I said I used them to escape by the way, but what's the trait?"

"Yes. She is optimized as an electromagnetic receptor, so we can analyze scans with great accuracy."

"Sonnerman... now you smell old."

Phantom tells him to throw up and throw it away, and he gets up from the chair.

"Me too, I'm a fortified man. Besides, it's a cyborg. Let's turn the interrogation into Alan. I'm not appropriate for her interrogation. My sympathy has boiled down."

Phantom takes a glimpse of Taro and then moves right next to the door. Then soon Alan comes into the room and laughs bitterly.

"I sympathize with your interrogated refugee. I'll take it for once, but what do we do? Is there anything else you'd like to know?

With that said, Alan looks at Taro. Taro replied, "No, that's enough." Ask the employee to transport the captain to the treatment facility.

"I honestly can't tell if I can say it's too much... With one piece of information, it's a situation where a lot of people over here might be able to help, right?

Blurry and tall, Phantom looks somewhat surprised.

"Ho, our commander seems more adult than I thought. I thought you'd be just as pissed off as you were."

To Phantom, who says that with a laugh, "There's a limit, isn't there?," said Taro.

"Right, I know. But I wonder what happened to that girl."

Phantom puts his hand on his chin and sees the girl sitting on the ground.

"Fortified human, was it? What is it?

"Hmm. Keep it up. To control BISHOP and develop certain abilities, you have to flaunt the brain. Software is mostly the method, but sometimes hardware is embedded. For example, here I am."

Phantom tapping his own forehead with his fingers.

"There's a sensor device for heat detection and a BISHOP aid optimized for ballistic calculations. So even if the bullets are scattered with machine guns, we can calculate all those ballistics. Combined with BISHOP's future detection, it's not that hard to avoid bullets. In her case..."

Phantom pointing his gaze at the girl.

"- Probably a skull, or hair. I guess they're making them receptors for electromagnetic waves and drive particles. It's possible that it's all over the body, but it's impossible to imitate that advanced besides the Imperial Army. In any case, because the success rate is too low, it is now rarely done. I guess she and I are rare, so to speak."