The Logarch followed them through the halls, giving slight hums of appreciation at each spectacular vista they passed. His niece trailing behind him, however, was clearly far more affected, eyes widening in awe at each new sight. It was clear she had never seen luxury of the sort. "I... wow, this really is incredible. My compliments on your, um, everything here?" She motioned vaguely around herself. "But I did live among junkers myself for a while. It really is incredible how well you can all reverse-engineer things.
The elder Mori chuckled. "Indeed. Do tell me—what was your favorite project, if I may ask? Every tinkerer I've known has one. He glanced between each of them as the group sat down. Yoko waited until her hosts had taken the first sip before starting on her own refreshment—seemingly a gesture of politeness. The digital ghost "sitting" beside her, however, clearly had little option to partake. Instead, he spoke again. "Ah, right. To business. To be frank, simply the act of protecting you is a reward unto itself. Imagine if you will a cruise full of civilians, trembling in fear as a flight of Xenos swoop in. Then their hearts surge with hope not when the LPI or Navy swoop in, but a flight of Prosecutors, rushing to save them. Even if we were not already inclined to protect civilians, which is in itself a core part of our mandate, the public relations is phenomenal."
He paused and leaned back, eyes still fixed on Cait. "That being said... there is much you could do for us, the same as we for you. The first is a favor as much to you as to us—a basic business transaction. We need a radio ship, and had great success with a Democritus-class yacht in the past. The Regent shows similar promise, both for its intended purpose of ferrying VIPs in luxury and for serving as a broadcast station." He tilted his head slightly, and a small smile crossed his face. "I have little doubt you have an unused Regent lying around, perhaps second-hand. We find ourselves flush with cash and lacking facilities, and would be happy to purchase one—perhaps even for above-market prices, should it help sway you."
The High Logarch closed his holographic eyes and slowly nodded. "As for the second... well, many of our engineers would enjoy a cruise to a particular location in Vespucci under the auspices of civilian life, shrouded by your hull and identity from the prying eyes of the LSF satellites in the area. Some old hardware must be refloated, and I have no doubt they would be all too happy to perform that task during their 'vacation.'" He reopened them and looked back at Cait once more, gaze piercing and expression knowing.
