Mob No.123: “Nobles are… scary…”
 

The joint exercises with the Imperial Central Fleet’s 1st Strike Force in the Haluitok sector had ended, and I returned to Planet Ytz aboard the prepared carrier.
 
After docking the Patchwork in the hangar, I headed to Old Man Roans’ place to collect my payment.
 
“Looks like you had a rough time.”
 
“Well, we were used to weed out problematic rookies. Still, the military’s a pain. They have to make even that kind of unit work somehow.”
 
As I received my pay—in both credits and intel—I recalled what happened during … Read the rest

Mob No.122: “Excuse me, but this is our first meeting. Well, perhaps I was shown your face and name the other day? At any rate, there’s no reason for you to call me ‘Grandfather.'”
 
[Side: Third-Person Perspective]
 

 
In front of the office building of [Lebam Corporation], a black bus and a limousine came to a stop.
 
From the black bus emerged a group of black-suited men who appeared to be bodyguards, forming a perfect human wall from the limousine to the building’s entrance.
 
Then, from the limousine, an elderly man appeared.
 
Dressed in an … Read the rest

Mob No.121: [“Hey, you! The exercise is over! What the hell are you doing on your own!?”]

[“With that, this exercise is now concluded. All personnel are to return to their respective units. Mercenaries, please return to the aircraft carrier.”]

With Lieutenant Colonel Floss’s announcement, the troublesome exercise was finally over—though I doubted we’d be dismissed just like that.

Officially, it’d be either a “celebration” or a “debriefing.” At the very least, there’d be drinks, and we’d be stuck here until morning. No question about it.

If that’s how it was gonna be, I’d just show my face briefly, then … Read the rest

Mob No.120: [“Why can’t we take down such a weakling!?”]

The second battle ended, and after a two-hour break for rest and relocation, we arrived at the third battlefield—an empty void where it seemed the fight would be a head-on clash between combat craft.

And, unsurprisingly (or perhaps predictably),

[“Alright! Everyone, follow my orders!”]

That idiot, Dashed Denogar, started spouting his usual overconfident nonsense again.

Honestly, aside from a few lackeys, no one paid him any real attention.

While everyone else was tense, only his group remained carefree—honestly, it was almost enviable.

The enemy side seemed to mix elites with … Read the rest

Mob #119: “Your Excellency, what are you smirking about?”

[Now commencing the second mock battle.

The battlefield will be escorting and attacking a super-sized combat ship in normal space.

The escorting First Fleet side wins if they can protect the super-sized combat ship from Point A to Point B.

Attacking mercenary team members, don’t hold back and feel free to use ruthless attacks to stop the super-sized combat ship for your victory.

Rest assured, the super-sized combat ship will not use artillery.]

After explaining this to everyone, General Breskin immediately said this to his own subordinates:

[Now then, I tell … Read the rest

Mob #118: “My sister committed the crime, but I also have things to reflect on, so I won’t object to that.”

It seems like he’s being chased by quite a number, but it should be fine to leave him be since Lambert will step in if things get dangerous for him.

Rather, I should focus on this guy.

His machine took a hit from me earlier, so there should be some damage, but he came at me in close combat moving as if nothing was wrong.

From his perspective, he’s probably trying to stop me from supporting Lambert and get … Read the rest

Mob No. 117: [Ufufufu… Death to those who were rude to me and Master Arthur!]

And so, the mock battle began between our 30 members from the Ittsu branch of the Mercenary Guild, and 30 selected members from the 1st Fleet’s combat ship fleet.

Victory would be determined by one side being annihilated completely, or by the number remaining after 1 hour from the start.

The first battlefield was an asteroid belt.

Combat amidst ample cover like this is basically [shooting while hiding] and [ambushing after diverting the enemy’s attention].

It might be easier to understand if you imagine a … Read the rest