Sigma-59 have met Kirigiri with gloomy atmosphere and increased level of solar radiation outside the cockpit; stellar system agressive environment, from what it seemed, have made construction of trade lane network unfeasible, despite Niigata being not the only lawful space station constructed in the gravity well of the blue giant. Thus, the final distance of Kyoko's travel was marked with navigational buoys, which assumingly indicated the safest route to the colossus of Gas Miners' ingenuity.

Kirigiri have arrived ahead of time - punctuality was among her natural traits, besides, she had to reserve herself a living space comfortable enough to both spend the night and hold her little discreet meeting. She was a little upset by Michal - it was his courtesy this meeting was even made possible, but, at the same time it was his courtesy that now the detective would only assume who is going to pay her visit. Given the nature of this affair it would be logical to expect Wedjat operative - when it comes to information it would naturally be hanldled by Overwatch intelligence. Kirigiri took the necessary precaution measures to make sure the Order operative has no complications in tracking her down in such a colossal stellar structure. After leaving a message for them at the reception, Kirigiri left for her apartment.

The condition were... modest, frankly speaking, yet included everything necessary. Opposite to the entrance was a large porthole of tempered glass occupying the most part of the wall from the floor to the ceiling; to the right of the porthole there was a bed, to the left - a desk with a chair. The moment the room resident came in - the soft lights have turned on automatically, the insides were filled with measures buzz of the refrigerator. Kirigiri searched the room thoroughly but did not find traces of surveillance. With that figured out, she set the alarm for 3 hours ahead and. for the first time in two days, she touched the pillow with her head, figuring out that since she had to wait she could as well get some rest.

The alarm clock Kirigiri had set prior to taking her rest there rang a few minutes before the intercom; she'd instantly rise, blinking and staring off into space meaninglessly for a few seconds before consciousness came back to her in full. And that's when she heard the intercom ringing, it's short, simple melodious ringtone somewhat stood out in the tense atmosphere that reigned over the room throughout the seconds before the Inquisitor came in. Detective's attention have immediately focused on her.
Kyoko herself, on the contrary to her guest, was dressed in her usual, strict outfit consisting of a white blouse, short grey skirt, black ankle boots and her usual, dark purple gloves. Kyoko's tail was tied into a long ponytail with a black ribbon, with a couple of strands falling down freely on the shoulders. The visitor was just what Kirigiri expected them to be. Aside from obvious differences in almost everything and the accent notable with even a couple of words spoken aloud, nothing else could give even a distant idea of their... or, rather, her past - it is not exactly correct to address someone about whose gender you are certain like this. Kirigiri thoroughly examined Valkyrie - with just a look, rubbing her chin as she watched over the tall person that stood at the automatically closed door.
"Kirigiri Kyoko." The host of the meeting have given Valkyrie the courtesy of introducing herself with a real name and not some fancy alias - mainly, because she did not have one, it just was not necessary. Just like the introduction - Valkyrie most likely knew to whom she is paying a visit. Besides, Kirigiri was proud of her name. Meanwhile, she came to a conclusion her guest bears no ill intentions, the badge of the Black Squadron have confirmed that Kirigiri's guest was the one she was expecting. The Inquisitor, as was supposed to, had that aura of mystery and danger surrounding her, though, it was only for those to fear who has - or had - ill feelings against The Order.
"Please, take a seat." Kirigiri gestured at the only chair in the room, close to the desk. The detective seemingly lost interest in her guest, at least, Kyoko did not stare at her fixatedly now, seemingly more content with Valkyrie's presence now than when she had just came in.

"Straight to the point, then? Good." Kirigiri sat on the edge of bed, her facial expression have not visibly changed though she sounded amused - as if she'd have exactly the same plan in mind and was now grateful to Valkyrie for abstaining from idle chatter; it could be good to distract possible survelliance but, as Kyoko have proven prior to Inquisitor arrival - this room had no survelliance. So the meeting was indeed discreet.
"Firstly - i understand that you may only be considered a messenger and the actual decision will not be made here and now - unless you have Grand Admiral patched in and listening to my every word. Secondly - as you have probably figured out - i am fed up with House governments and interstellar politics to the brim. That is where my first condition comes from: i would like to acquire the Protectorate citizenship with the right to settle on Akabat. Preferably avoiding the bureaucracy unless it is absolutely necessary. Before i proceed to my next condition i would like to point out that the very reason i have reached out for The Overwatch is to utilise my abilities to their greatest extent to oppose the Nomads and their puppets. I must also stress out that there is a difference between reasonably avoiding coflict with these species and outright sympathising them. The former deserve some recognition for their commendable efforts, the latter deserve to be antagonised and kept in check wherever they go. My key point is: there can be no distinction when it comes to opposing Nomads and their thralls. I thus would like the information i collect during my investigations to be distributed among relevant entities across Sirius by an unaffiliated third party that will keep it's source confidential. I already have such a person in mind." Kirigiri have handed a massive file over to Inquisitor - an unremarkable black case filled with lots of solved cases - Kirigiri's real dossier. " Admiral's words are commendable. I, however, prefer to be valued for my achievements rather than for merely seving justice where it was due. These are the files i have recovered from my family estate archives. They will have better use in The Overwatch possession rather than collecting dust in Kirigiri library. There would also be a third condition - i will only report to and receive assignmemts from Admiral Golanski in person - or his trusted individual: however, i would also like to have all information regarding suspected Nomad sympathisers relayed to me as carbon copies - so i would actually choose my investigations from time to time, notifying The Overwatch prior to heading out. That would be all for my conditions." Kirigiri finished her speech, filled a glass with water and gulped it down - the sheer duration of it made her thirsty.

"Indeed, the less evidence is left about this - the less likely the information will leak to unwanted parties. For that same reason, i believe, we'd better scuttle with the idea of relaying information through third party. I know that i am the one to initially suggest it, but after giving it some more thoughts - we are better off without additional risks." She listened, memorising everything said; quickly glanced over the device, it was, without a doubt, turned off - no big surprise, it was to be expected that they'd take something like this serious. Some questions were left unanswered, so Kirigiri have went on to address them when it was her turn to talk. "No family, no depenables. I will not get into details, but that is frankly not a reason for concerns right now. Speaking of the movements within the Protectorate - access to unrestricted space would be a good start; should the necessarity arise - some special permissions may be arranged, but that is a matter to discuss for another time." Kirigiri exhaled at the mentioning of Outcasts. Her opinion on those was outright negative and was one of a few things that caused the strong emotions. "The Outcasts are nothing but a stain on the face of Sirius. Perhaps, the world would have been better off without these vermin."