Katsuo no Seibyou

[Neronian]

Kenshin was dining with a few fellow pilots when the message came through. He had to read over it a few times to make sure it wasn't a mistake. It seems like his time on leave would be cut short. He'd manage. He ordered a few drinks for everyone, without telling them the occasion, and bid them farewell, Lord knowing how long until he'd see them again.

Streaking through the familiar Sigma Nebula, a smirk rode across his scarred face, which portrayed him as someone older than he truly was. All that training had paid off, and the time to put it to the test was upon him. He followed the specified coordinates all the way to an insignificant and easy to miss building. He shut his Karasu down, and stubbornly jumped out into the cold, muttering obscenities under his breath. He entered the building, and found to his surprise, an elevator, in a remarkably barren lobby. He went over his instructions in full before heading down the deep tunnel, for what seemed an unusual amount of time.

When he had finally hit the bottom, he had noticed the air had gotten a lot closer to his comfort zone, and was content with removing his helmet. He shivered as a few bits of snow landed on his short, jet black hair, and he promptly shook it off. As he walked down this long corridor, he recognized the name of his new HQ in the distance. Might as well get used to the place then... That won't be too hard. He reached the end of the hall, and found that the giant reinforced door was a lot bigger than anticipated. He entered his ID and Passcode, and stood back as the massive plates of metal withdrew, revealing a small lobby, but one not as vacant as the last. He walked up to the security checkpoint and introduced himself, "Konnichiwa. Kenshin Masayuki, Katsuo no Seibyou, Reporting for Duty." He handed him his Guild ID Card, and answered a few questions before being allowed entrance. When he pocketed his belongings again, he walked through with a smirk as the base in it's fullest surrounded him. He adjusted the shoulder strap of the pack he was carrying, and began delving into it, until he reached the central area, and let his smirk solidify as he put down his things and saluted his Sensei, before taking a seat in one of the chairs, not so surprised he was the first to arrive.

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"The pen is mightier than the sword." -Edward Bulwer-Lytton.
"Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword never encountered automatic weapons." -General Douglas MacArthur