Takeshi Mori paused outside the doors to the Perfect Blossom, and gathered himself. Last time he was on Roppongi, he had been a Yoriki in disfavor, and during his visit had felt or registred little but shame.
This time, he thought to himself, he would savor the freedom from paperwork the visit would give him. Now a Machi-bugyoh, master of the state police and arm of the Shogun himself, his position was quite different from last time.
As he entered the establishment, he noted that his young companion was showing some discomfort. "Calm yourself. Just think of it as another battle, Hara-san"
The young Yoriki almost startled - almost - and straightened his already straight back a last half inch. "With respect, this is not my battleground, Machi-bugyoh - I don't even know the rules of engagement"
The senior officer smiled faintly as they approached an empty table. "You will learn I think... just as you will learn to handle that little piece of hardware you seem to struggle so with. After flying a bomber against every enemy of the Emperor for five years, how hard can it be to master a small fighter?"
Before his assistant could answer, he continued: "Never mind. It will come to you, as it came to me."
As they sat back in silence and waited to be served, Takeshi surveyed the room. There were a lot of traders, and also quite a lot of KNF officers. A few KSP officers were to be seen, but old were of the old guard, and he recognized none. He would tread lightly here, he mused - his position was nowhere near secure yet, and the Shogun could yet decide that he should be replaced along his colleague.
John Johnson - Master of Synth.Foods-Convoy|049
Hans Adler - Synth Foods escort wing
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