Kusari-Order Meeting 1:

[BaconSoda]

Sousuke Patro stood from the head of the table, looking the ambassador in the eyes with contempt for what she had demanded, not with her words, but in the manner in which she had presented her claims.

"Aki," Shousuke began, inhaling deeply as if preparing to undergo an ordeal worse than his daily fights, "You bring little to the table, and expect us to adhere to your will. I would first present to you the manner in which you come, into our home, a secret, to even the people we fight to protect, without our consent, our blessing. You come as the gaijin, unwelcome, uninvited, expecting to be greeted with open arms and open hearts. You are wrong."

Sousuke walked away from his seat, and faced away from Aki Kimura, looking instead to the pictures of his brother, the memories he lost in his past, fighting for a home that no longer existed. He sighed deeply again, repressing a tear that would ruin his appearance.

"You come as one who has fled her county. One who has forsaken the honorable way in which we fight, the way in which we face our enemies, our problems. I do not think I need to explain this to you, but because you are what you are, I will do so. We face our own problems, ourselves. Any enemies we face are first either Kusari, or gaijin. All manners of Kusari, short of the dishonorable Golden Chrysanthemums, understand this fact. We face our enemies as Kusari, before all, be them human or alien. Never will Kusari bend to our enemies without striking as one against those who oppose us. We do not need foreign entanglement, as evident in our dealings with the Corsairs. They do not strike at us, due to our swaying tongue, though if they enter uninvited, even the most naive of our order will strike against them."

Before continuing, Sousuke turned away from the picture, returning to his seat, and eating in between words. He didn't see the reason to waste the warmth of a fine meal, one that he usually would not partake in, on the fool who sat perpendicular to him.

"Furthermore, you come, a woman, expecting our ambassador to meet with you. You, as a Kusari, should know the three tenants applied to women in our homes. Why are you an exception? You are simply another coward, running from our culture, from your own shortcomings, away from the home which gifted you with your birth. Ambassador Barak did not see it fitting to leave the Fallowed Ground, the iconic symbol of our plight, to meet with you. Why should he, one of the most honorable men in Kusari, leave his busy duties to meet with a coward and a woman?"

Sousuke took a drink, looking straight ahead into the eyes of the Hogosha elder which sat in the second head of the table. He smiled, subtly.

"You come also insulting us, attempting to dazzle us with your new found 'home' and 'heritage.' You insult, first, our technology, which, even though it is second grade Kusari technology, is of far better quality and manufacture than anything your new gaijin 'culture' could create. Samura holds the most advanced technology and most intelligent scientists in Sirius. You, secondly, insult the whole of Kusari. By implying that we do not have sufficient technology from Samura, and that we require better technology to fight our enemies is a blatant insult to our entire society."

Sousuke looked now at Aki, seeing hew fluster, taken aback by the way in which Sousuke had reacted to her presence. It was obvious by her words that she had thought an alliance to be the only logical choice that the Alliance had to pursue.

"You ask of us, also, our fruit, our life, the very catalyst that sparked our movement. What makes you think we would just give these drugs to you? What makes you think you have a right to demand such things from Kusari? What makes you think you would be welcome here to ask such things, without former notice?"

Sousuke stood from his chair, placing his arms on the table furiously, staring straight into Aki's eyes, and rose the tone of his voice to a quiet roar.

"You are the very embodiment of what I fight everyday. What I protect Kusari from. You are greedy, cowardly, and a traitor to the very culture I preserve. Before you demand anything from us, you should learn your place in our culture. We will treat the Order as any gaijin in our society, unless they prove themselves worthy of our companionship, you will be turned to the nearest exit. Nothing else will be tolerated if this is the Order's idea of goodwill."

Sousuke returned to his seat, not expecting a coherent response from the Order ambassador, and returned his attention to his meal.

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[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.