Kirigiri's first trial: Inclusion.

[Omicron]

Intercom would ring slightly before the appointed time for a meeting. The computer embedded into the wall indicated that message she left over at reception had been received by intended person some time ago correlating to the amount of time necessary to navigate towards the rendezvous.

Receiving the guest, it was a woman. She had no uniform consistent with what is considered standard issue by The Order and Overwatch standards, instead clothed in more old-school fashion popular among freelancers with exception of the jacket’s peculiar insignias and sewn in patches. Most of those carried no meaning to memories of the living. The last was however instantly recognizable from up close, the Black Squadron emblem of The Order. Her ‘official’ ID would clear any possible misunderstandings. The data Kyoko saw was genuine, even if ‘rank’ was simply a blank state.

She was taller, well over ten centimeters of advantage. Green eyes, red hair longer than is normally permitted within any Sirian military. Presumably she gets some leeway due to her status. “Inquisitor Valkyrie.” She identified herself once doors were perfectly shut to any potential outside observer. Accent was notable, though nothing that could help her pinpoint any specific planet that she could originate from. Inquisitors, if those ring any bells to Kirigiko, were some twisted Order version on a ‘political officer’ - more secretive than typical equivalent of commissar that Coalition employs, as well as far lower of a killcount. If one of those was not busy with overseeing a cell, they defaulted to specially privileged operatives outside regular hierarchy.

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