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RP: 188604 [Psychopomp] Technical Difficulties

Talarn

Inactive Member
YE 39/40
Ake Sector
Dawn Station, Sector Six

Dawn Station. It had been some time since she'd last set foot here and it felt like an even longer life-time as she passed under the familiar arcs of security. They were rudimentary and felt like nothing more then a casual gesture, as if imposing the station's promises of serenity as a permanant fixture in the Kikyo sector's chaos. Nomine felt out of place being back in an area under the control of a galactic super-power, or was it the other way around, where the people here were considered 'independents' and left to their own devices? Where borders drew the line, a ready force of warships mere light-years away seemed to threaten to shatter what the station of a new dawn promised.

As her belongings were returned and safely placed into their respective pockets, Nomine headed towards one of the station's many internal taxi hubs. She fumbled slightly with the procurement, the datapad in her belonging refusing to acknowledge the command several times, until finally, with a distinctive 'ping' it sent the request. This left her standing idle for a minute to wait, giving the raven-haired girl a chance to re-accomodate herself with the surroundings, it's impressive infrastructure losing her attention soon after as a cab car colored in an ugly green shade came to a humming stop in front of her. As the doors opened she stepped in and sat down on the relatively comfortable-looking seat inside.

Sighing, she looked down at her datapad and pulled up the directions.

"Sector Ten, Central." Nomine said, her voice bouncing off the interior. With what she assumed was a confirmatory beep, the doors closed, hissed shut and gently jolted towards it's destination. The girl wondered if a message in advance would be enough as she pondered calling up, deciding at the last minute right as the taxi sped off towards Sector Ten to get started on a basic re-introduction of who she was and the reason for her impromptu visit.

It didn't take long for her to reach the stainless durandium tower and its transparent alloy window panes. Tall and daunting, the massive building threatened to become overbearing, yet was somehow smooth in all the right places. Inside, the interior was simple, spartan even, yet gave off te sense of elegant sophistication - there was neither too much, nor too little to its decor or utility, with the logo of Origin Industries smartly placed to break up the scene just right. Checking in with the secretary at the desk, it was only moments before Nomine heard the distinct cilck of heels.

"Asakura Nomine?" a woman spoke. Green hair done up in a bun, her golden eyes appraised her from head to toe as furred, feline ears faintly twitched. It was hard to tell if she was a Yui template or not - they often wanted to change and grow into themselves - but the timeless looks of a Neko was unmistakable.

Although time had dulled her interest in the minute details, Nomine could appreciate a utilitarian and simple design of a corporate mega. She had come so far, after all, to acquire the services of Origin Industries; primarily their access to professional talent. The moment her ears picked up the 'click-clack' of heels, all notion of a compliment flew out the proverbial window. Nomine had come here for personal reasons, not for the company, nor for the one responsible for her existence. It was a curious side-step but recent events had started demanding her attention more and more.

Turning towards the voice, her hands clasped together, accompanying her body as Nomine bowed in greetings and respect towards the Nekovalkyrja woman. "Yes, hello, and you are, Miss ..?"

"Fumihiko. Fumihiko Yuno. Do you recall our previous meeting?" the cat eared woman asked, voice cool. Like a stern librarian, she adjusted her glasses. "Regardless, how may I help you this time?" Yuno smoothly slipped into business.

"Ah, yes. Vaguely." She adjusted her posture and straightened, smoothing out the front of her slightly ruffled pants. Casual-wear to a business meeting, it didn't speak highly of Nomine's position to come in wearing a simple shirt bearing the slang of some unknown Nepleslian singer and black cargo pants that were a size too small. "I have a business proposal I'd like to show you, perhaps somewhere more private? Your office or something similar." Nomine would request, her grey-colored pupils focusing on the Neko's.

"Of course. This way," the stern Neko turned, hips swaying. Stepping into an elevator, the two ascended together in silence. It wasn't long until they entred one of the secure meeting rooms. Though seemingly made of glass, the alloy quickly turned opaque, fading the world around them out into a snowy white. Offering a chair, the green haired woman took a seat herself. "Would you like a drink, or will we begin immediately?" Yuno asked politely.

"No, thank you." Nomine politely declined, holding up a hand to emphasize as she sat down in the chair. Adjusting slightly, she crossed her legs, folded her hands above them and looked towards the green haired Neko with a focused gaze. "I am aware your company has experience in the powered armor industry, is that correct?"

"Correct. Our latest offering, the M3 Gekido, is geared for modularity and general use," Yuno replied. Sitting up straight in her chair, the woman steepled her hands on the marble table. "What did you have in mind?" she asked. Everyone came for something after all - and the Neko suspected that Nomine wasn't actually interested in the M3 despite it being the primary offering.

She leaned forward, a datapad in her hand, this one more pristine and in better condition then the one she used to call forth the taxi. A petite finger slid across the screen, de-activating the lock, the once blank screen gave life to a slide-show of images that Nomine's finger tapped across. One image showed an unusual looking design that resembled power armor, then what appeared to be a fighter-craft of some sort, then that same power armor in the depths of space transforming into said fighter-craft. Placing it down on the table, she slid it across to the Neko. "I want your company to examine this craft for me. I lack the schematics and the means to do so on my own without compromising what little it's already revealed to me."

Taking the datapad in hand, the green haired Neko brushed aside a stray strand as she examined what was being offered. Looking up, she adjusted her glasses.

"I believe we will be able to provide the services you are requesting," Yuno began. "However, may I ask where you had aquired this?" the business Neko coolly asked. "Origin Industries may pride itself on helping a wide range of clients, but it does not appreciate working on anything that may be less than legal," she sternly pointed out, a hard edge to her voice.

"It was intercepted and captured by our security forces during an attack on one of our trade convoys. The pilot of this craft was killed and so in the aftermath it fell into my possession." Nomine would state matter of factly. "It has been collecting dust since," The raven haired girl would fold her hands over her lap as her lips tightened. "It's first and only test run by my efforts allowed me to bring forth it's unique little ability as shown in the demonstration." She would counter.

"I see." The words were quick, and to the point. Crisp. "If that is how the vehicle in question was aquired, I see no problem with this," Yuno added, quickly taking that little legal issue and tucking it away. Pulling out a small silver cylinder from her business suit's pocket, the cat eared woman deftly pulled out a pane of plastic which quickly solidified, turning opaque as it hardened. "These are the preliminary cost estimates of the analysis you are requesting. Depending on the vehicle's configuration and peculiarities, these figures are subject to change. Additionally - " Yuno pulled out another such cylinder and procured another blob of text for Nomine to read, " - these are the terms and conditions of this service. Please sign at the dotted line once you've finished reading."

The Neko's slim, elegant fingers offered the woman a nice, pen-like stylus to write with.

Nomine leaned forward, dainty fingers taking hold of the 'pen', her other hand coming up to pull the terms of cost and agreements to this deal. She looked over it, carefully and with a patient eye, then nodded once as if satisfied. The girl signed her name upon the pad, a gentle little flourish finishing off the last character of her signature. The stylus was relinquished, placed off to the side towards the Neko, whilst the plastic pieces of fine-print and legal obscurities were shifted back over from Nomine to Yuno.

"It is a pleasure doing business with you again Asakura Nomine." Standing up from her seat, the green haired Neko faintly smiled as she offered her hand. There were many things on Yuno's mind as the deal began to come to a close, but one thing was for certain. She was a satisfied cat.

Nomine sat up from her chair and nodded, a shadow of a smile playing around her lips as she took the offered hand and shook it. "A pleasure, Miss Fumihiko. I'll have it delivered at your discretion."
 
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