Two Titan fighters flew into one of the Hawaii's bays, one after another, and set down on the magnetic landing decks. The distinctive green engines and lights and worn-down white sand paint revealed their owners to be Custodi. The pair disembarked.

One was an average, blonde woman, whose slightly olive complexion was the only indication she was not of pure Rheinlander stock, but rather hailed from a less civilized and more sunny place. The other was a man of impressive proportions - height, width, girth and all - with a shining bald head and an almost foolish-looking smile. It visibly contrasted with the woman's resting expression of something between anger and disgust.

"Dia owes me a big, big favour for sending me here to look after you," the woman said. "I really hope this doesn't end up like the last time. These things never go right."

"Ah, not to worry. This ain't the jaws of the lion, exactly. Pretty place. Sure the travel agents that run it won't let anything like that happen. Unless the Dorians will be their usual selves, I guess." The man spoke in a smooth, velvet-like voice, exuding friendliness and comfort. They approached a Kusarian standing nearby, wearing a patch with the insignia of the Hogosha.

"Kosti Zografou, Aristotelis Phocas," the man introduced himself and his bodyguard - though, looking just at their figures one might be excused to think the roles were reversed. "For that little, uh, get-together that we're having here."

The Kusarian raised an eyebrow, then gestured for them to follow him, leading the pair to the room where the meeting was supposed to take place. Phocas nodded at the woman from the Brotherhood already sitting in the chair at the table. He took his own seat next to her, while Kosti sat down in the corner of the room, crossed her legs carefully studied the room.