Farther away in the system, slipped an Enterprise-class Liner. A vessel that, would to rivet counters, obviously bear the same structural hallmarks as one of several 'tramp steamers' sold off from Baltimore Shipyards to Zoner crews decades ago. A vessel that served as both a mixed passenger and freight hauler, and subsequently as a research ship. Now however, it bore a very plain color scheme. With little but a registry number and a few hull symbols to clarify it's identity. The vessel was the Amur River, officially privately owned, but actually one of several vessels in the service of the Patriot's Society of Kusari.
From the liner launched a single, luxurious Black Dragon fighter, which flew into the icy clouds concealing the base of Anjima. It quickly docked with the base, and was placed in a hangar, as the Amur River quickly fired it's engines in a long burn to take it out of the system.
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Dressed in a black suit and tie, with eyes behind a pair of glasses, and with a characteristically stoic expression on his face, Kenji Takeda walked down the hallways traveled many times before. While he knew and was well known by the Retainers of Anjima, Kenji was very much a pariah within the Hogosha syndicates. A man who dabbled in secrets, politics, and lies, he was never fully trusted by most of the lower level members of the other syndicates. No one had ever questioned his connections, or dared to probe too deeply about the Patriotic Society's true motivations.
Secret societies remain secret because it is taboo to ask about them.
However, the men and women he was here to meet were among the few Kenji could speak with about the Society's business, goals, and intentions. They were individuals who, seemingly for the most part, had Kenji's respect. Or at the very least were valuable enough to him to bother interacting with.
Kenji walked into the conference room alone, bowing politely in a well rehearsed series of movements. "Konichi-wa, my fellows. Fisherman, Lady Black, and Takao. I expect this is all who will be attending this meeting?" He asked, standing aside the table, waiting for the response of the Fisherman before taking his seat.
