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Build Gundams Ch 28
🕑 Added 2025-09-18 08:44:11 +0000 UTCRyuuichi suddenly paused, a thought striking him with the force of a physical blow. How could I have overlooked this? he wondered, mentally chiding himself. If I'm developing Minovsky Ultracompact Fusion Reactors for Mobile Suits, it's imperative that I also adapt the technology for warships. Otherwise, the Albion, our Pegasus-class Assault Landing Ship, will be limited in its capacity to utilize energy-based weaponry effectively.
With renewed focus, Ryuuichi temporarily shelved his work on Superconductive Communication, prioritizing instead the development of a Minovsky Ultracompact Fusion Reactor suitable for installation in the Albion. He knew that this upgrade would significantly enhance the vessel's combat capabilities, ensuring its continued relevance as the Antares Mercenary Group's flagship.
Just then, the display screen on his tablet illuminated, signaling an incoming call from Commander Kenji Takeshi. Ryuuichi anticipated that Kenji likely had pressing matters to discuss, prompting him to swiftly organize and stow away the various blueprints scattered across his desk. He maintained a high level of operational readiness, as he was well aware that situations could change rapidly in the modern era.
A moment later, the office door slid open, and Kenji entered. After taking a seat, he addressed Ryuuichi with a formal tone. "Ryuuichi, I have the list of new recruits for your review."
Kenji presented Ryuuichi with a substantial stack of folders, each containing detailed information on the latest additions to the Antares Mercenary Group. Ryuuichi accepted the documents and began to peruse them, his eyes scanning the profiles and assessing the potential value of each individual. As he delved deeper into the files, certain details piqued his curiosity.
"It appears that a number of these new members originate from asteroids," Ryuuichi observed, his brow furrowing slightly. "Can you elaborate on the circumstances surrounding their recruitment?"
Kenji nodded, prepared to provide a comprehensive explanation. "As you know, many nations operating Colony Satellites impose a variety of taxes on their residents, including levies on residence, housing, income, and even air consumption. Unfortunately, a significant portion of the population struggles to meet these financial obligations, leading to their displacement and forced labor on asteroids."
He paused, choosing his words carefully. "While these celestial bodies are euphemistically referred to as 'asteroids,' their true nature is often far less romantic. In many cases, they are simply repurposed meteorites transformed into makeshift factories and other industrial facilities. Of course, certain asteroids serve alternative functions, catering to different needs."
Kenji continued, his tone tinged with a hint of regret. "The individuals we've recruited from these asteroids are primarily victims of rampant exploitation, deprived of adequate sustenance and basic necessities. Furthermore, these particular recruits hail from ungoverned asteroids, where the absence of formal administration has given rise to powerful gangs, mercenary factions, and other disparate groups. Violent clashes are commonplace, and the local populace exists in a perpetual state of insecurity. The prospect of a full meal, let alone a night of peaceful sleep, is often nothing more than a distant dream. To them, our organization represents a sanctuary, a haven far removed from the harsh realities of their former lives."
Ryuuichi listened intently as Kenji provided a thorough account of the situation, his mind grappling with the implications of these revelations. After three years of operating within this universe, he was only now becoming aware of the profound disparities and systemic injustices that permeated its very fabric.
"Commander Takeshi," Ryuuichi inquired, his expression thoughtful, "I'm familiar with the concepts of road tax, housing tax, and income tax, but I must confess, I'm unfamiliar with this 'air tax.' Does it imply that individuals are required to pay for the very act of breathing?"
Kenji offered a somber explanation. "While current technology allows for the artificial production of breathable air, the resources and machinery required for this process are prohibitively expensive. As a result, many Colony nations have implemented an 'air tax' to offset these costs. The specific amount levied varies from nation to nation, depending on their individual policies."
Ryuuichi frowned, a hint of disapproval creeping into his voice. "Why don't these residents simply purchase their own oxygen generators?"
Kenji shook his head. "In most Colony nations, such actions are strictly prohibited. The unauthorized possession of oxygen generators is often classified as a criminal offense, punishable by arrest and imprisonment."
Ryuuichi paused, considering the implications of these policies. "It would appear that for a significant portion of the population residing in these Colony nations, not only is it challenging to secure a stable livelihood, but even the fundamental act of breathing has become a luxury."
"Unfortunately, the situation on Earth isn't much different," Kenji replied, his tone laced with resignation. "In the aftermath of the International War that occurred over a decade ago, many regions continue to be plagued by ongoing conflicts between nations. As always, it is the common people who bear the brunt of these struggles."
He paused, adopting a more pragmatic tone. "Of course, we must prioritize our own well-being and security. However, I must admit, I haven't encountered any instances of 'air tax' within the Kingdom of Iron Ridge or its neighboring countries."
"Indeed," Ryuuichi acknowledged. "As you mentioned, many Colony nations impose such levies, but a small number of exceptions exist. The Kingdom of Iron Ridge and its surrounding territories, while relatively small, are considered to be among the more peaceful and prosperous regions in the Earth Sphere. Their citizens enjoy a degree of stability and contentment that is often absent elsewhere."
Ryuuichi shifted his gaze back to the folders, his expression growing more serious. "Commander Takeshi, I've noticed that a number of individuals recruited from the asteroids are, in fact, children. Moreover, regardless of their age, their faces are gaunt and their expressions are weary, indicating a severe lack of proper nutrition. Are we certain that it is appropriate to enlist individuals in such a condition?"
Kenji responded with a degree of confidence. "These individuals are merely undernourished and have suffered from a lack of adequate sustenance. With access to regular meals and essential vitamins, they will quickly regain their strength and become capable of undergoing the necessary training."
Ryuuichi mulled over the information, his eyes lingering on the photographs of the young recruits. While he felt a sense of empathy for their plight, he knew that sentimentality alone could not guide his decisions.
"Commander Takeshi," Ryuuichi began, his voice measured, "the refugee teenagers and children have signed voluntary contracts, whereas those from the asteroids have been compelled to enter into indentured servitude agreements. Does this not present an ethical or legal dilemma?"
Kenji sighed, acknowledging the complexities of the situation. "In the Earth Sphere, both voluntary contracts and indentured servitude agreements involving children and teenagers are, in fact, illegal. However, legal protections within the Colonies are often weak or nonexistent, with some nations even legalizing such practices. Trafficking and indentured servitude are rampant among refugees and those forced to live on asteroids."
He continued, his tone growing more cynical. "These issues have persisted for years, with little progress made toward meaningful reform. This is due, in large part, to the fact that such practices generate substantial profits for powerful individuals within the Colonies. The industry is vast and complex, involving countless stakeholders. Even if new laws were enacted, these individuals would inevitably find ways to circumvent them."
Kenji paused, his expression hardening. "Furthermore, the individuals we've acquired from these ungoverned asteroids are not purchased or sold within any recognized national jurisdiction. As such, the indentured servitude contracts, while failing to protect the rights of the individuals involved, are recognized and legally protected by various Space Colony nations, granting us, as the purchasers, a degree of legitimacy."
Ryuuichi listened carefully, his mind racing as he processed the disturbing details of this clandestine system. It was becoming increasingly clear that the Space Colonies harbored a dark underbelly, rife with corruption and exploitation.
"How did you manage to acquire these children and teenagers from the ungoverned asteroids?" Ryuuichi inquired, his gaze fixed on Kenji. "Surely, the local powers recognize their value as a source of cheap labor. Why would they willingly relinquish control?"
Kenji made a subtle gesture with his fingers, conveying the universal symbol for money. "As long as their parents or guardians provide their consent, and the transaction occurs within the jurisdiction of the local powers, a simple monetary payment is all that is required."
Ryuuichi nodded slowly, understanding the underlying dynamic. "These teenagers and children, if properly trained and educated, will be more likely to develop a sense of loyalty toward the Antares Mercenary Group, correct?"
Kenji offered an affirmative response. "These children have already experienced the depths of despair. By offering them a glimmer of hope, and instilling in them the belief that we are their saviors, cultivating their unwavering loyalty will be a relatively straightforward task."
"Very well," Ryuuichi concluded, his voice firm. "I entrust this matter to your capable hands, Commander Takeshi."
"Understood, Ryuuichi," Kenji replied, his tone respectful. "There's one more matter I wish to discuss with you."
Ryuuichi pushed the stack of folders back across the desk, his gaze expectant. "What is it?"
"It concerns the Martial Combat Armor," Kenji stated, his expression serious.
Ryuuichi anticipated the inquiry. "You're curious as to why I abruptly ordered a halt to its production, correct?"
"Precisely," Kenji confirmed.
Ryuuichi proceeded to elaborate on his decision. "I have recently developed directed energy laser weapons for our shock troops, and preparations are currently underway for their testing. However, in simulated combat scenarios, the Martial Combat Armor has proven incapable of withstanding these weapons. The Guardian Stone defense function can only provide minimal protection, offering limited resistance before becoming ineffective. Therefore, I must either significantly improve the armor's defensive capabilities or develop an entirely new type of combat suit."
Kenji struggled to conceal his skepticism upon hearing that Ryuuichi had developed directed energy laser weapons for shock troops. Such technology remained in the research and development phase for many major international powers.
Nevertheless, he understood the rationale behind Ryuuichi's decision to halt the production of the Martial Combat Armor. "I understand, Ryuuichi. I'll see to it that the necessary adjustments are made."
"One moment," Ryuuichi interjected as Kenji turned to leave.
"Is there anything else, Ryuuichi?"
"Arrange for Princess Robina to be returned to her family within the next few days," Ryuuichi instructed.
"Understood," Kenji replied, his expression unreadable. With a final nod, he turned and exited the office, leaving Ryuuichi alone with his thoughts and ongoing research.
