Chika entered the hall. Despite looking battered, she still managed to keep her hair tidy and kimono properly styled. I'm so freaking tired, why did I agree to this she thought. She looked around but didn't have the mental energy to approach someone outright, deciding to instead settle in at the table in silence.
A Dragon cruiser entered the Shikoku system. It was a risky move driving such a ship through Farmer space, but Hachiro always had to show off. Trying to avoid any further detection, the ship aimed for the Shiun Cloud. Everything was quiet. The ship continued to the Keiun cloud, swinging far outside of the system to avoid the tradelanes. Once the ship entered Morioka space, it decided to keep a safe distance. No need to crowd the station, Hachiro assumed a lot of people would attend. Still wanting to be seen, Hachiro positioned the cruiser towards the star, distant enough to be a faint silhouette to those on the station yet still recognizable. The ship dispatched a shuttle to the station, Hachiro being the only guest attending. After finding the hall, Hachiro entered and scanned the room. Despite being a short, smaller framed man, he still moved with confidence. Despite his short, faded hair, he held the atmosphere of arrogance and self-imposed superiority. His eyes eventually landed on Chika, a person he knew well. He approached her, kneeling next to her at the table. "Chi-tan, I shouldn't be too surprised to see you here. You always did overly involve yourself with the Chrysanthemums." Chika's demeanor changed to one of fatigue and subdued aggresion. "Yattsu, I'm surprised you were able to find time out of your busy and important schedule to involve yourself with us. What would others think if they saw you here?"
Hachiro responded quickly, obviously having pre-planned this conversation. "Of course we must show solidarity with our allies, no matter how they act." The two continued to make small talk, mostly exchanging thinly veiled insults.