Space shimmered with the eerie glow of the nebula, it twisted and turned, a maelstrom of swirling colors and baleful energy. In the midst of this turbulent beauty, the Blood Dragon escort wing emerges, their leader’s voice crackled over the comms.


The dragons gracefully took their formation around the convoy, their movements decisive and coordinated. The liner's engines bursted to life, and the group began its careful journey. The transition through Hokkaido was uneventful and the convoy reached the dark expanses of Chugoku as planned.


Lieutenant Genki, Abe's right man, reported over the comms. Barely enough time has passed for the group to retake positions after the jump as they were swiftly intercepted by a considerable fighter wing on patrol.


The convoy advanced, the fighters weaving through the dense asteroid field, their movements precise and vigilant. The dark, jagged rocks cast long shadows, creating an eerie landscape. From there it didn't take much to reach the legendary dragon homestation, its towering silhouette could be seen looming ahead.

As the HFL Ichihara moored at Kyoto, the dragons prepared to receive Yoko Mori and Yukiko Hideyoshi, the docking bay buzzed with activity as the liner's cargo was unloaded. Abe stood at attention, flanked by a few trusted warriors. The ship's ramp descended, revealing our guests, their garments unusually glamorous for outsiders—ornate and richly detailed. "Welcome to Kyoto," greeted Abe, bowing respectfully. "Your ships are in the equipment room, ready to be worked upon. Now, you may follow me."

The guests were guided through the dimly lit, wide corridors of the base, the air felt thick with anticipation and anxiety. The halls, adorned with relics and banners, echoing with history. At the end of it all, they finally arrived at the meeting chamber, the grand door ornate with two intertwined golden dragons. "My sensei is expecting you, please step inside." said Abe, gesturing towards the doors that begin to slide open.

The room was warm and welcoming, designed in a traditional style and lit by lanterns, casting shadows that moved harmoniously on the walls. Sasaki Mamoru rose from the floor where he was meditating, offering a formal nod as the guests approached. “Yoko Mori, Yukiko Hideyoshi, I am honored to receive you, come now, sit." At the same time Abe took a sit near his sensei while gesturing his retinue to leave. “I find it unexpected that some solitary mercenaries would arrive in such a formidable vessel." Remarked the council member with a suspicious tone. “Before I proceed with my proposal to you, I must inquire: who exactly are you, or whom do you represent?'"

Councilor Sasaki acknowledges Yoko's introduction and the gifts with a slight incline of his head. "We live in daring times, where the struggle against the corruption within the Kusari government sees no end, it demands resilience and resourcefulness. Your gesture of goodwill is deeply appreciated, these resources will be of great use in our continued efforts to restore Kusari to its rightful path."

He paused for a brief moment, his gaze shifting between Yoko and Yukiko, assessing their sincerity and resolve. "The Blood Dragons will always be welcoming to reliable allies. I see potential in you, whether on your own or in the name of Task Force Prometheus. If you are willing, we would ask for your cooperation as our external agents in Liberty. Conduct surveillance and gather intelligence on the navy's movements at the border with Kusari. The True Sons already have reliable info coming from our men in the LSF, but the rivalry between the libertonian factions requires us to have additional operatives there.

Sasaki's tone was measured but firm, underscoring the importance of the knowledge he has shared. "In return, the Blood Dragons will offer our support as well, whether it be resources, protection, or more, we stand ready to reciprocate. This friendship could serve both our interests well. What say you?"