After the breif introduction to their hosts, Moka saw Hemlocke arrive not long after. He felt a minor vibration under is feet momentarily but such things were a regular occurance on Rogue bases, so he paid no mind. Until he saw Hemlocke.
"Holy snapping duck sh!t, what the hell is going on with you Hem?" Moka exclaimed. Hemlocke muttered something about Police and explosions so Moka assumed nothing was wrong. Hemlocke was a volatile product of the Rogues, one of the best pilots but one of the worse tempers. But the man deserved Moka's respect, he knew full well that the brotherhood needed more men like him. Moka's gaze followed Hemlocke as he ventured in towards the main hall until he saw two Chrysanthemums arguing, making a spectacle. "Now this is a party!" he bellowed and made his way into the hall some more. He noted the Hackers, in all their professionalism, and it was hard to miss the Outcasts, you can tell a Maltesian just by the scent in the air.
But what did garner his attention were the Blood Dragons, they always were problematic for Moka however now was not the time to chase shotgun diplomacy, right now was the time for getting on the piss and strengthening relations with his northern friends.