YSS Kaiyo II
Home - AKA The Ramp
Teiji studied the woman as she approached the group, introducing herself as Hoshiyo and asking about being assigned a cabin with him - of all people. An unamused and bland expression settled upon his face as he looked at Hoshiyo. He was already contemplating whether or not to hunt down a spot that he could be away from everyone without much hassle when not on duty, or sleeping. “Of course.” He said smiling after a moment as he replied to Hoshiyo, “Cabin Five. I’ve already unpacked, and it seems there’s someone whose bunking there already. But frankly, I wasn’t aware I would be bunking with anyone else, so this was quite a pleasant surprise.” He finished holding the slight smile for a moment before his smile disappeared, and his attention drifting towards the bottom of the ramp.
From the crowd approached a man, yet this time port technicians stopped what they were doing and began whispering amongst themselves as they watched the disheveled man approach the ramp. Teiji noted that the man approaching didn’t seem lost, and looked a little worse for wear, but as the man eventually drew closer he immediately recognized the pilot. After all… news traveled fast, and as someone who tried his best to keep track of major deployments or engagements that involved a very specific class of battleships. This man was most likely from the Imperator, one of the eldest Sharie-class Battleships in the fleet, and one that recently returned to drydock. Rumors around the port earlier in the day as he made his way to the Kaiyo mentioned that the Star Army Fleet had engaged with a Kuvexian fleet relatively recently. The engagement was a victory for the Empire, thankfully, but now one of the ships was being decommissioned from service - or so rumors had mentioned.
He knew the sacrifices and struggles of war, and in this moment he actually felt unsettled by what he was getting himself into. He glanced over at the other Santo Hei’s around him, and the few wandering down the ramp. He was with a crew that was green as grass, aside from a few. Many of them haven’t had any actual combat experience, and while he himself was successful in the simulations as a weapons operator, it would pale in comparison to an actual fight against enemies that weren’t mere programmed AI. He swallowed the lump in his throat and released a soft sigh as a way to rid the existential crisis that he just created for himself - he was human… no artificial body… no back-up. His stomach felt knotted and it made him want to puke, but he remained stoic outwardly.
Out of respect, Teiji offered a slight bow towards the Douryo and held out his arm towards the interior of the ship - moving slightly out of the way so that the man could pass them. Of course, his hand immediately returned to his side the moment he saw Junko wander up and began leading the others down the ramp.
The Kaiyo didn’t have any fighters aboard, and to distract himself from his crisis, he watched the three descend down the ramp towards what appeared to be another hangar, as he followed at a slight distance, curious. ‘The Kaiyo doesn’t have a fighter compliment… so I don’t know what we’re planning on doing with a fighter pilot aboard. Though it wouldn’t surprise me if he was here to pilot some transports…’
