File 02 – Ungrateful Angels Do Exist
 

Shaun-Lyatt
 
Three days after the death of a council aide that led to the closure of the spaceport on the planet Beantenz.
 
The spaceport had returned to its usual daily scenery.
 
At the market in that spaceport, while stocking up on supplies and considering maintenance for the ship, I was thinking of returning to the base on Orlangea.
 
It would be convenient if there was a job heading to Orlangea, but if not, going empty would be fine too.
 
After loading the replenished supplies onto the ship, … Read the rest

“That’s enough out of you lot!”
 
“Grandpa!/Gramps!”
 

 
Grandpa had arrived with a few guards and scolded the sisters before letting out a deep sigh.
 
“Really now…just because the client is Shaun and you’ve known him since he was a baby is no excuse to be so careless and rude. You’re being far too inconsiderate.”
 
The sisters shrank a bit at Grandpa’s scolding, but naturally refused to relinquish the foods they had claimed.
 
“My apologies. I’ll cover the full cost of the ingredients.”
 
“I’d appreciate that. This is a bit much even for me.”… Read the rest

“By the way Grandpa, what happened to the Great Wall? If you had that, it would have been obvious at a glance.”
 
The Great Wall is the prized ultra-dreadnought class combat transport ship of the Drakken Group, a monster that can go toe-to-toe with the fleets of the Galactic Republic Defense Force.
 
[Ah that one’s under maintenance right now. This Kokinogremos is a slightly smaller one.]
 
Grandpa laughed as he stroked his beard.
 
[Since I can’t move anyway, I have some things piled up to talk about. Why don’t you come over?]
 
“I have some … Read the rest

Balros-Kloiwartz
 
Ever since entering this ship, my heart had been pounding like a tolling bell.
 
“Then let’s begin the inspection right away. Where is the entrance to the cargo bay?”
 
“Here it is.”
 
Looking at the opened cargo bay hatch, then shifting my gaze to the right.
 
“And beyond there?”
 
“It’s the shower, kitchen, and bedrooms.”
 
“Alright. Three to the cargo bay. Two beyond there.”
 
“Understood!”
 
After giving instructions to my subordinates, I looked around the interior of the ship.
 
At the end of my gaze was the cause of … Read the rest

As Tony said, Tirana was originally just a cheap pleasure android.
 
So her body is bio-material for functional purposes, while her elbows, knees, and head are mechanical.
 
Especially her head, which has headphone-like parts around the ears, and just bumps and dents around the nose area for a face, with no eyebrows, eyes, nostrils, or mouth – just smooth.
 
The so-called featureless type.
 
Charlie upgraded her electronic brain to the highest grade and uses her as his secretary.
 
Perhaps due to her great learning ability, she’s earnest, capable, and surprisingly emotional despite being featureless.
 … Read the rest

Shaun-Lyatt
 
Thanks to Futti, I was able to smoothly dock at berth number 37.
 
That idiot Teval didn’t seem to know I was Sumerian after all.
 
Well, I didn’t plan on telling him anyway.
 
In any case, once the ship arrives, my job is done.
 

“Thanks for taking the sudden request. The omelet sandwiches were pretty good.”
 
“No, my apologies for the poor quality. Besides, you probably could have avoided the extra expense by waiting on the other side of Orlangea.”
 
I pointed to the external camera monitor installed at the spaceport, showing … Read the rest

Robelia Renal
 
Today has really been dreadful.
 
A sudden strike just thirty minutes before departure? What are the StarFlight Company employees thinking?
 
And they won’t even refund the ticket fees!
 
With no idea when this strike will end, it’s the worst situation for those of us traveling on business.
 
The CEO and I absolutely must reach Planet Soarcul by tomorrow.
 
So we’re fortunate this charter cargo ship was available,
 
and that the pilot seems a reasonable sort.
 
I was surprised to learn he’s a Sumerian and his female come out because “that … Read the rest

File 01: Normal Operations of the Cargo Transporter
 

Shaun-Lyatt
 
After completing the handover of the cargo I had transported, I returned to the usual cargo delivery reception transport counter, where the receptionist Sasara-Esunvelda called out to me..
 
“Hey hey. I’ve been waiting for you, Snail.”
 
“Who are you calling Snail? My name is Shaun-Lyatt.”
 
This receptionist Sasara calls me Snail (meaning Slug) for some reason.
 
Admittedly, unless lives are at stake, I dislike urgent high-speed deliveries – or rather, I don’t do them at all.
 
Unless pirates are chasing me or a supernova … Read the rest