The gate opened and the dim light of the hall lit the face of Shimamori. His look was stern, his mouth twisted in a smirk of deep concern. Accompanied by two armed guards, the marquess was himself clad in composite Kusarian armour and with a personal blaster and a composite katana at his side. This was not typical for Shimamori to show up armed at the station but the situation was far from typical. Yuki's docked a few moments ago and she must be somewhere around the docking bay. Shimamori nodded to the guards, who gripped their swords' handles and marched toward the area designated for the arrival of fighters.
Fort Wakkanai's docking bay was meant mostly for a few patrol squadrons and was not big. it even seemed desolate with but a few "Wyverns" not on patrol and a single "Drone" in the middle being unloaded. There it was, Yuki Sinon's "Stinger" by the far wall of the docking bay still in a haze from the cooling engine. Shimamori and his retinue quickly proceeded to the ship looking for its pilot.
- "Sinon-san, are you here?". - shouted Shimamori through the hum of working machinery and banter of the dock loaders.
