The charade on Krugers part were expected. Guild Master Taro Katsuo had attended enough meetings and conferences throughout his life to expect this very thing. Simple-minded theatrics, he thought. Though he wouldn't allow it to phase him. He'd already asked why they were there, and would now carefully listen to each word as the Kruger representatives spoke. He knew better than to reveal any emotions or involuntary reactions as Kruger rambled on.
Hiromichi Shino on the other hand, a young and impulsive pilot and a member of the Katsuo no Seibyou at that, was not nearly as discreet with his facial expressions and bodily behavior. His entire body stiffened with anger as the Kruger harlot spoke of the past, the Eighty and that they had the nerve to say that all involved held equal blame. He'd probably killed people for less, he imagined. When she so nonchalantly spoke of giving Kruger access to the Sigmas and to let them mine the gases there, Hiromichi almost exploded. Seething with anger, he envisioned himself gunning her down in a hail of fire. Naturally, he knew better than that. Confident that the Guild Master would deal with her and her companion, Hiromichi slowly calmed down, though instinctively rested his hand upon his personal weapon, all the while Kruger went on with their threats and extortion. As they did so, Hiromichi took note of Wachmann Müller excusing himself and leaving the room. He briefly wondered why, but then realized how easy it now would be to blast these Kruger bastards full of holes.
Aboard the Ohotsuku-kai, Jomyo Meishu made sure that they still had contact with the GMG delegation aboard Bonn. He thought about the detailed instructions previously given to him by his sensei, and hoped it wouldn't have to come to that, as that would mean that the Guild Master must be in immediate danger. That in mind however, Jomyo had meticulously followed the given instructions and wouldn't leave anything to chance. He and his men were ready. Ready and waiting for the command, or rather, the lack of it.
"Is this some sort of a crude joke?" Taro Katsuo had patiently sat down in a chair and listened to the Kruger representatives, without interrupting them once. Not that he couldn't or didn't want to, but he decided that it would be rather appropriate to let them dig their own graves by talking. "If so, I'm not amused." Katsuo had glanced over the data-pad given to him by the man called Ulrich, though the information on it didn't disturb him the slightest. He imagined that Kruger expected a different reaction. "This is what you're negotiating with?" He asked, slightly raising an eyebrow. "This... this is nothing but even more evidence of Kruger vessels violating the established Treaty of Sigma-13 and GMG territorial laws, as well as destroying Guild property." Katsuo remained calm but his tone was nevertheless threatening. "Go ahead, send us more reports of incidents such as these. You certainly seem stupid enough to do so. Knowing Kruger, it'll be of Libertonian fuel transports in Okinawa, with you screaming murder and attacking them. Laughable. And this one?" Katsuo held up the data-pad previously given to him, "We'll keep this. I'm certain that the Bundespolizei would like to see this as you've so prudently implied." He handed the data-pad to one of his men to copy the incriminating data. "This isn't the only report we'll have of Kruger violating the Treaty, as you know. We've grown very tired of your repeating pattern of trespassing and meager threats of violence. You're grasping for straws with this feeble attempt at extortion, and we'll see so that you pay dearly for it." Katsuo stood up, "As stupid as you are, I must credit you for being smart enough to have the meeting here. Had it been held elsewhere, outside of Rheinland, you wouldn't leave the meeting alive. Be gracious that we, unlike you, abide the law."
The Guild Master turned to leave, though paused between two steps, looking back at the Kruger representatives, "Oh, and there'll be no need to fake appearances of a failed meeting. For it was nothing but. This meeting is over." With that, Katsou left the room with his party in tow, heading towards the docking bays.
Anticipating the meeting going sour beforehand, Katsuo had arranged an anonymous Freelance pilot to take him and his brethren away from the station. Unfortunately, the pilot had been delayed in space for reasons unknown, and had to regretfully inform his contact in the GMG delegation that his shuttle weren't going to be make it to Bonn for at least a couple of hours. Neither Katsuo or his men were willing to stay on the station any longer than they had to, and now that the meeting had definitely gone south, they were quite anxious to leave.
As party walked along the lengthy corridors to Bonn's docking bays, Hiromichi spoke with Katsuo, informing his sensei of the hiccup of transportation. "Any other ideas, Hiromichi-san? Pleasant as Bonn may be, I have no intention of seeing the inside of one of it's cells. I don't trust those Kruger rats." "Aff sensei! I seem to recalled a Daumann freighter docking with the station as we did, perhaps they're still aboard the station." Hiromichi rapidly hit buttons on his data-pad, trying to access the open neural-net and scheduled arrivals and departures of ships at Bonn. After a few seconds, Hiromichi spoke again, "We're in luck, they're still on the station, refueling. Want me to contact their crew and ask them for a ride, sensei? There are others, though perhaps less reliable..." "Contact the Daumann crew, let them know it's urgent." Katsuo looked at his watch while he spoke, and thought there's still time... "Hai sensei!" Hiromichi hit once more on the buttons of his data-pad in a rapid succession, compiling and sending a urgent message to the Daumann freighter captain.
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