Motoyoshi-jo, Yamatai
The jovial celebrations of the Seveth Fleet had rang out steadily as they had returned to Yamatai. When it came to the matter of morale, the steady beat of the Seventh Fleet had been beneficial on the road to Katsuko's recovery. A new tributary base had formed for the Motoyoshi Clan; Yamada, Yamato, Hitomo, Okanaya, joined the older tributaries that were still existent thanks to those who had not followed the foolish doctrine of Koyanagi Mayumi and Motoyoshi Tio. The life of disgrace was like powder upon the face of a geisha, when examined it rubbed off showing only a recovery that marked a very quick internalized solidarity within the fleet. That was the entire point of it.
"The senator had told her to hold her tongue." Misato said, toying with the tips of her skyblue hair that she had recently gotten highlighted bright purple. "Exactly as it has been expected, the narrow sighted world of the politician remains tactless. -- Just the tone he used to say Motoyoshi.." her tone became sarcastic, "...was just darling. You would of thought that he had a clue about what really went on." she chuckled, taking a sip of the sweetened plum wine.
"It wouldn't be the first time that we all wished a clue line had been connected to the senate." Kotoku Sui said, "When the Plum Princess there decided that she was going to try being Empress it was much the same. Any chance they can get to decentralize power, they will take it. Playing off to one special interest group or another." The Chujo leaned back in her chair, looking around the table seeing that new faces had joined them.
"Special interest groups?" Yamada Ayano mockingly questioned, "Being on Yamatai has tamed the mighty Kotoku." she joked, "I'm almost disappointed that you didn't get to toss in another jab at the Nepleslians or Lorath." She made a reach for Sui's glass. "Maybe it is the plum wine. You need a bit more to help loosen those lips a bit."
"Leave poor Sui alone." Misato said, a pout showing on her face in a dramatic manner, "Shes been stuck living here too long. We need to get her on the Densetsu and help her get her fire back." She looked towards Katsuko, who had been silent since they got back. "You alright?" Misato asked, withdrawing herself to a more quieted tone.
" I'm fine." Katsuko said, "Just looking forwards to getting back out there. I'd much rather show our resilience by continuing our duties than giving anymore regard to what politicians have to say." In truth she was more focused on answering communications with the engineers working on their ships than worrying over the tempest of politics. "Plus I have that meeting with Yui tomorrow."
'You work too much...' Misato responded, using the more private telepathic channel to communicate now. 'I can tell you're worried about the beating our name has taken, just try to remember that I and the fleet sees it differently.' Misato looked around, at the other Nekovalkyrja at the table. 'It is good to see everyone pulling together again. It is just too bad that we didn't have the heads of those two little brats to sit on platters at the center of the table.'
Katsuko smiled, 'Not the least bit worried. As for working too much, I could say the same for you.' Katsuko finished her wine and stood up, "Ladies, the hot tub is calling to me. Holding my tongue all day has been exhausting." She then headed towards the door leading to the courtyard.
In Kyoto, the soldiers of the Seventh Fleet occupied nightclubs and restaurants celebrating their victories and enjoying the finest shoreleave had to offer on the Capital Planet while the upper ranking echelon of their command enjoyed the Taisho's hospitality at her newly restored manor.
The jovial celebrations of the Seveth Fleet had rang out steadily as they had returned to Yamatai. When it came to the matter of morale, the steady beat of the Seventh Fleet had been beneficial on the road to Katsuko's recovery. A new tributary base had formed for the Motoyoshi Clan; Yamada, Yamato, Hitomo, Okanaya, joined the older tributaries that were still existent thanks to those who had not followed the foolish doctrine of Koyanagi Mayumi and Motoyoshi Tio. The life of disgrace was like powder upon the face of a geisha, when examined it rubbed off showing only a recovery that marked a very quick internalized solidarity within the fleet. That was the entire point of it.
"The senator had told her to hold her tongue." Misato said, toying with the tips of her skyblue hair that she had recently gotten highlighted bright purple. "Exactly as it has been expected, the narrow sighted world of the politician remains tactless. -- Just the tone he used to say Motoyoshi.." her tone became sarcastic, "...was just darling. You would of thought that he had a clue about what really went on." she chuckled, taking a sip of the sweetened plum wine.
"It wouldn't be the first time that we all wished a clue line had been connected to the senate." Kotoku Sui said, "When the Plum Princess there decided that she was going to try being Empress it was much the same. Any chance they can get to decentralize power, they will take it. Playing off to one special interest group or another." The Chujo leaned back in her chair, looking around the table seeing that new faces had joined them.
"Special interest groups?" Yamada Ayano mockingly questioned, "Being on Yamatai has tamed the mighty Kotoku." she joked, "I'm almost disappointed that you didn't get to toss in another jab at the Nepleslians or Lorath." She made a reach for Sui's glass. "Maybe it is the plum wine. You need a bit more to help loosen those lips a bit."
"Leave poor Sui alone." Misato said, a pout showing on her face in a dramatic manner, "Shes been stuck living here too long. We need to get her on the Densetsu and help her get her fire back." She looked towards Katsuko, who had been silent since they got back. "You alright?" Misato asked, withdrawing herself to a more quieted tone.
" I'm fine." Katsuko said, "Just looking forwards to getting back out there. I'd much rather show our resilience by continuing our duties than giving anymore regard to what politicians have to say." In truth she was more focused on answering communications with the engineers working on their ships than worrying over the tempest of politics. "Plus I have that meeting with Yui tomorrow."
'You work too much...' Misato responded, using the more private telepathic channel to communicate now. 'I can tell you're worried about the beating our name has taken, just try to remember that I and the fleet sees it differently.' Misato looked around, at the other Nekovalkyrja at the table. 'It is good to see everyone pulling together again. It is just too bad that we didn't have the heads of those two little brats to sit on platters at the center of the table.'
Katsuko smiled, 'Not the least bit worried. As for working too much, I could say the same for you.' Katsuko finished her wine and stood up, "Ladies, the hot tub is calling to me. Holding my tongue all day has been exhausting." She then headed towards the door leading to the courtyard.
In Kyoto, the soldiers of the Seventh Fleet occupied nightclubs and restaurants celebrating their victories and enjoying the finest shoreleave had to offer on the Capital Planet while the upper ranking echelon of their command enjoyed the Taisho's hospitality at her newly restored manor.