Katsumi smiled kindly again, looking at him and his crossed arm over his chest. Then she looked up into his eyes and bowed lady-like again.
"Ohhh! Arigatou Matok-sama, it's really kind of you!" she smiled weakly, looking at him for a while again. "We all need to respect laws and rules, only bastards and honorless people wouldn't!" She winked cheekily and took a sip from her glass.
"Honor," replied the aging warrior, "that is something so many seem to lack these days so you would be correct."
He turned to her to give the respect of his facing her, "I keep the laws here fairly simple. I ask no one shoot around the base. Some cannot even do that. Inside I ask people check their weapons. That is something that was done by the administrator before me, Mr. Jonathan Archer. I do not know about you but I like the relaxed environment here. when you get to my age, you appreciate it."
He motioned to the bartender and asked the young lady, "So what are you drinking?"
"It's really simple, Matok-sama. And I don't know what's so hard on 'No weapon' policy around. If they can't follow a simple rule, they shouldn't even be here." she shook with her head, closing eyes for a while.
"Well Matok-sama, I prefer quiet and relax. Even if I am young, I need it... Eh shifts are long and fighting for better Kusari is kinda hard huh. Not saying I am from the Imperial Navy."
"Well that weird liqiud in the glass would be sake, Matok-sama. I love it!" She winked slightly, looking out of the window again.
He snapped his fingers to the bartender, "Saki for the lady....my tab." Within a few seconds he was there with a fresh glass for her and another mug of Blood Wine for Matok.
"Who you fight for does not concern me so long as you are here peacefully," he stated. "Most who come here seek quiet and sometimes rest although that occasional deviant will come through."
He gave a soft look to her. He wasn't a man of big words and he chose only to act if needed. He was, after all, 168 years old and had seen his share of action and he had the scars to prove it.
Holding his drink before him in both hands, he softly declared, "I have spilled more blood, killed more opponents and caused a lot of grief all in the name of honor. It has cost me two wives and not having an heir to pass along my legacy and bloodline. I have had enough war and would prefer not to see it again."
Katsumi giggled kindly, hearing Commander to order a sake for her.
"Ohhhhh! Arigatou, Mato-sama!" she bowed again and made a short sip, tasting it.
"I guess this one is from Farmers or Hogosha, they know how to make awesome Sake. In the name of honor you need to do a lot, not only kill and help with blodshed, honor should be also about understanding. I am always trying to solve problems without a sword, however in many cases it ends like that."
He looked at her for a second in slight admiration and then nodded his head, "I held a blade when I was but ten years of age. That was how I was taught to solve a problem. I wish now I had learned the art of diplomacy first as many unnecessary deaths were a result. But....when that is how your people are...warriors...it is to be expected. I envy you for using the blade as a last resort. You have my respect." He raised his mug to her and took a drink.
"I hope your Saki is to your liking," he inquired, "my quartermaster buys it. I do not know if he knows where it comes from. I know that I do not know."
Hideo Matsumoto, a Security Director of Samura Heavy Indistries arrived at Freeport 6' docking bay because of a little problem with his Chimaera's engine system on his way to Samura's station Shinkaku in Tau 29. "Hopefully they can handle this problem here. It's superior Kusari technology after all and i heard Zoners mostly using duct tape for ship repairs..."
Shortly after Hideo entered the station, a mechanic named John Doe told him not to worry about the Chimaera. "Hey there buddy, i will take care about the problem. I am the best mechanic you can find around here""Buddy, hm? I am not your buddy and i don't want to be. For you my Name is Mr. Matsumoto, hai? And i expect you to work as fast as possible. I don't want to stay at this station for too long as I have other things to do. Contact me when it is done. Oh, and money is not the problem here."
He then slowly walked down the gangway heading to the Deadbeat Cafe. He was a lot of times at Freeport 6 but never in that Cafe. "Now i have a good reason to visit it. I guess they will need their time." As he entered the Deadbeat he noticed a few free seats at the bar. "Sir, a sake for me. Domo Arigato"
Wearing the usual presidential patches on his black leather jacket, Sunny strolled into the Bar eager to get his lips wet. If it wasn't for the meeting with the Commander on the station, he'd be already scanning the bar looking to see if there would be any cute girls around. It would often be pretty easy to get an eye or two drawn to him just by seeing his cut.
He looked around but didn't spot the commander they called Matok anywhere. From the pictures he'd seen, he'd be pretty recognizable. He walked up to the bar anyway and got the bar tender's attention; ordering a mead with honey. He didn't want to get 'carried away' on a business trip, but... a little wouldn't hurt.
It was later in the day but the dinner crowd was coming into the Deadbeat. Matok was in his command robes as he approached the Zoner at the bar who directed him to the man he was looking for. Before he headed over, he instructed the bartender that the tab was his and not to let anyone disturb them.
"You must be Sunny," he inquired as his seven plus foot frame approached, "it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. Please, my table is in the corner where we won't be bothered."
The two men went over as Matok instructed to leave the bottles.
"Blood wine," he commented, "young, warm and sweet... but strong! It is my favorite."
He then smirked a little, "The dinner crowd will pick up a bit as will the ensuing night crowd of mooring traders. You will find a female of choice there. Anyway...."
"The ships you ordered," he stated, "they have begun work on them. I would like to learn more about your organization."
Sunny looked up after seeing Martok enter. His presence in the bar couldn't be missed and he held his own look as commander very well.
He walked up to him and greeted him. Sunny smirked back.
"A pleasure as well, commander, thank you for the invite."
Sunny chuckled after listening to Martok while sitting down now at the table. He reached over to one of the bottles and got a glass that was on the table. Taking a look at the label and smirking, he looked up. "May I?... " And he opens the bottle and pours first a glass for Martok and then for himself; placing the bottle down afterwords.
"You know how to treat a guy around here, I can tell you that much, heh. Cheers!" He smirks, relaxing in his seat and taking a ship of the wine. He nods his approval of the taste.
"My organisation? We are a Fighter-class club headquartered in Coronado with several chapters across Sirius. We're mostly known for races that we organize as well as... club parties. Pretty much what we are asking about these ships. We're lookin' to expand our little ... entertainment trade... if you want to think of it like that." He smirks.
"You run a nice 'joint' around here though, the wine is excellent." He complements. "You could tell a lot by a man by the type of drinks he likes."
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