A particular SRD X12 fighter has found its way to the small base in Tohoku. Set against a teal backdrop, the base looked like little more than a rock to the stranger, however as soon as weapons systems registered on other "rocks" the true nature of things became a little clearer. Hailing the base and getting clearance to dock, the pilot couldn't help but be curious what kind of environment he was going to walk out into. Flying in, he sets down in the hangar he was directed to. After setting down he hops out of the pilots chair and on to the deck.
He thinks to himself I would have never expected it would look like this on the inside. Everything about this place says that these people know exactly who they are. It feels suspiciously like a battleship hangar even. This smell, like scorched metal, I can tell they run combat missions out of this very hangar. A lot of wear and tear however, clearly the government has been successful enough in keeping them suppressed to that point. Okay, its showtime! Lets see what happens . . .
Unlocking the cargo compartment, he grabs a case of specially selected Junmai Daigingo sake inside a cooler as befits that grade of drink. The rest of the cargo compartment is filled with mostly equal parts food, sake, and some various consumer goods from New Tokyo. Leaving the compartment open, he takes a few strides away from his ship, to see where he will need to go next, or if a welcoming party will arrive.
The guys did a good job filling out the rest of the hold with things. It fills me with pride to know that I can count on them to do a good job, even on a job like this. Not that I didn't happen to inspect it for any kind of sabotage before I left anyway to make sure all was well, but the fact that there was nothing amiss is a great sign. he goes over in his head, visibly please on some layer beneath his more serious "diplomacy" expression.