Defenders of Justice

[Zettsu]

As Taimou settled on the landing pad of Minneapolis docking bay C2, Zettsu stood up from the pilot's seat and left the cockpit. He expected at least a few people lay surprised and nosy glances at the Rapier. It was in his possession for a good few months now, yet it was still something he didn't get used to. It was annoying, but he understood. A ship that belongs to one of the enemies of Liberty yet is flown by - as he perceived himself - one of her greatest friends is certainly something you don't see every day.

He took his black half-cloak of the hook and smiled. That black piece of clothing was with him for so many years he almost felt naked without it. He looked around the ship again - there were so many things here that he was attached to. Things that defined his personality. That had made him who he was. The ship itself, even though not old enough for the paint of the Maltese insignia to fade had already started to feel like home. He hasn't felt like it ever since leaving Seraph's mansion on the outskirts of Varience on Manhattan. I should visit her again, soon.

He shook off the pondery. It wasn't a good time for it, he was on a Navy battleship after all and he needed his focus. When in a hostage situation, try to bring positive memories, he recalled a piece of advice given to him a while ago. The snap of his cloak clicked satisfyingly. He checked again if everything was in order and made sure the package was securely hidden underneath the cloak.

The door of the ship opened. Zettsu didn't look forward to the meeting, but he had to attend it. As he glanced out and saw a woman, clearly waiting for him.

"A welcoming committee?" he asked in a friendly manner.

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