He took the sugar jar at the left side of the tea pot. He had expected some esoteric diplomatic talks but indeed it was a chat with a feeling of warmth.
He utters with a smile
"You are that farmer who is infact the most powerful in the command circle, the highest diplomat, the closest and the most trusted one to the emperor, and I fear I would have missed something in your honour"
He slides for a pause and speaks
"My name is Honda Akiyama and I am from Planet New Tokyo"
He takes a teaspoonful of sugar and drops it in his tea cup.
".... or you could say I was from Planet New Tokyo...."
He throws in a glance and tries to interpret and predict what was his in mind. He was taught all sorts of proficiency to tackle similar situations these many years and he was trying to imply it in this very moment.
Looking at him directly with a slight nudge at front,
"Sugar .. ??"
He held a teaspoonful towards his end waiting his reply.
"No, thank you. Akiyama-san. But, you seem to know much about me, why don't you tell me more about yourself. Beyond that you are from New Tokyo." Barak said with a sip of his tea.
He took a deep breath and looked at the greener lawn beside him. Just cogitating for a few moment, he looked back at the discussion which had rather turned into an affable chat.
"....eh.hh.. to begin, I must say I am the younger son of Shiroki Akiyama, my father who worked as a doctor at Planet Honshu. The entire family lived there except me. I was much focussed on the military training."
He throws a glance at the passing guard to the far stretched room marked 137.
He returns to the chat where he had left.
".. I was deported to work at Leeds and was consecrated some dirty works, which we term, inside the Naval forces stationed .. "
He took a sip of his tea share now.
" Not much to follow then after, I was assigned and deported for Tokumu Han. Basically I was to .... eh .. gather some confined secrets and trammel enemies accordingly. I am assuming you understand what I do"
Paused for a brief moment.
"And some times before, I had a trouble finding my way back home"
He shrugs gesturing he was bit uncomfortable talking about it.
"And.. mm.. I.. ah..mm .. happened to find the.. ah.. some suspicious paper work behind the enemy lines about the emperor's exile"
"I grew bit leery and ... the next day I find myself inside a Gallic Prison liner. Well, I was given the espionage task for something I had in myself and that skillset helped me out to contact back to Nagasaki and.. eh... the rest is my journey to the emperor and back to you here.."
He hoped Barak was listening to all this. He all of sudden had shift of notice when he saw a shadowed figure at the far stretched room again ..
Gathering the focus, he looked at Barak for his reply.
Ze'ev leaned in to the man across from him. "I want you to go an meet a man in Suite 412, his name is Myaki. He will arrange transport for you to the Battleship Nagasaki. After you have been processed through, you will be sent back to me. I think you have more value working with me than as a pilot or command officer. I will be sending a message to the deployment officer, you will be assigned as a staff intelligence officer on the Emperor's staff. You will be working with me, doing things that aren't...quite, normal military combat operations."
He handed the other man a small note to give to Myaki and Ze'ev bid him farewell.
He looks at the note and throws in smile; more of a grin. He thanks Ze'ev and makes his way to the door.
He stops in for a while at the entrance adjacent the corner room to ascertain the moment.