Talks on Miura

[Omicron]

Clearly, his very presence in this place is not wanted by everyone. He could feel the eyes and general distance they keep from a foreigner like him. Armed Ryukyu may be dispatched to actually see to his safety. That made him glad at the very least that his own people outside are also not only selected from more diplomatic sort, but also heavily armed if ‘accident’ happened during his absence. Still it would be far better, for sake of the talks as well if they never had to deal with any incidents. The thoughts do actually make him miss his weapons, not going out without being appropriately equipped.

That must be their Guildmaster board, or the more important part of it due to level of these talks. Michal smiled, shaking hands with the Hashi Sho over the table with a small but respectful bow for both out of respect and reach. “Grand Admiral Michal Golanski, commanding officer of The Order. Glad to meet you.” He said, noticing a couple of things. Notepad was old-school sight, likely coming with the traditionalism of this branch or just person in question. For all he knows, he might have never left this planet and is not approachable in direct way typical to Omicron edge worlds. The other two were much less so like their leader, in modern suits. “The Order as a whole extends gratitude for hearing us out, despite our unknown status to planet-bound operations of the Gas Mining Guild.” It was true, their interactions were limited to the space-borne security assets of the Guild way before docking ring was constructed, alongside their top leadership who were all but gone now.

He recalls his time spent in Kusari. Blood Dragons, GC, Hogosha and Samura all acted differently. Through one thing in common, honor in this way or another was dominant value in any part of the society he had occasion to take a look on. The other two have not made a move yet, supposing if it has to do something with an established hierarchy around here. Nevertheless, they would had to be introduced sooner than later.

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