RP: Cirrus Station [Episode 5] A Unique Encounter

"That's... nice." Kokuten said with a weakening smile. He seemed to become more and more uncomfortable in the situation and less interested in pleasing the ego of the group in front of them. One of his eyes looked to the right as Akio made his statement, the other eye still focused on the Uniques and their bosses. He turned his head to face him, his vision refocusing, his eyes seemed to shift in color, moving to somewhat relaxing blue. The metal gaze of the Doctor seemed to rest on the Yamataian for a moment. He nodded firmly, and turned back to the two CEO's and their commander.

"Mmm, Indeed, Miss Cranker, we have certainly seen what free clothes," One of Kokuten's eyes looked at Captain Bell, his face somewhat neutral, "do for a girl." His eyes focused back into place on Vinross Yu, frowning in the process.

"If I may, I'd recommend that you handle the first-impressions when approaching others in the station, sir. As you can see, your Captain's haughty attitude forces people to be more tolerant than accommodating, and last time I checked, our boss has rather little tolerance." The Doctor nodded, affirming the statement.

"As for your safety Mister Vinross Yu, we are still a little..." Kokuten looked around for a moment, trying to search for a word, "... bothered by the recent scrub with the Pirates earlier in the day." He continued in a smoother tone, "So, in any case, we are here to make sure You, Miss Cranker, and your Uniques are properly escorted."

Serra, for her own sake, kept absolutely quiet while everyone went back and forth. The "Uniques" which they truly were, seems just like Cassifin, well, more so their leader then the others.

"By the seven gods." She muttered, placing her index finger to her nose, pushing up glasses that weren't there due to her visor being down, but her speakers on. "You're as bad as Montreal." She said to Bell. "Though you seem more dickish, then she does." Serra added, as a form of 'praise' to Cassifin.

Stovaa grunted, holding back a snigger at the sight of the fin-headed cyber-hooker getting a verbal slapdown from her boss. He'd eyed them up a few times now, deciding they might be capable, individually, of beating squad 35, he reckoned that they were all identically trained and could lack tactical flexibility, the same flexibility a rag-tag bunch of soldiers like squad 35 had, various skills and experiences lending a better (albeit loose) grasp on various environments.

The Id-Sol slung his rifle over his shoulder and cracked his knuckles, looking over the heads of the other squad members and taking in the details of the area, crates and Cirrus staff moving around on the edge of his vision, very much background and quite quiet.

"Best of hands alright, you've got nothing to worry about." Even as he said it, Stovaa had a few ideas about what things could still worry the VIPs, though he wasn't sure how many robotic octopi with laser eyes and acidic suction cups there were in the universe or how they would get into the station.

( Why are holidays so draining? )

For a while, Deacon remained interested in the banter between the two squads, but when the VIPs made their way over and tried to smooth over the ruffled feathers, the Kohanian totally lost interest and moved to a stack of crates against a nearby wall, hopped up onto them like a giant feral dog, and sat back against the wall, pulling his katana and began to sharpen it back up to the better than razor sharp edge, ears flicking now and again to show he was still paying attention, but that the conversation no longer held top priority for his attention.

Jen had began to chuckle, but held it back, Yamataian wearing tutu armor would be too funny... she thought as she attempted to contain her laughter.

Once she had, she wondered why the commander made a remark on being defensive about uniforms, but then Jen isn't very conscious of what she is wearing as long as it not a dress. She then side glanced to see what the dog-thing... Deacon was it? Take a seat, "If he thinks this is boring he should have seen my squad" she mumbled, while cross armed and tapping with her left pointer finger out of impatience.

Upon seeing the VIPs, Keziah had shut up and assumed a drill-perfect parade rest, her hands clasped just under her backpack. She had let enough discipline slide now, and resolutely decided to not let it go anymore. For herself, at least. This wasn't glorious combat, or anything like that, but it was still important. Still what she had signed up for and trained for, even if it wasn't amazingly interesting.

So she stayed quiet, looking off into the far-point in the docks, her eyes idly tracking the loading crews even though there wasn't any reason for it.

Claire folded her arms in a sort of disapproval of the unique's attitudes. "I doubt there's any threat to them regardless of who is watching them. It's really more of a 'peace of mind' thing anyway." Claire obviously did not know about the previous adventures of Cirrus.

When the people they were supposed to watch after showed up, Claire's amused smile returned to her face. (Which seemed to be her neutral expression anymore.) "Oh don't worry. I think we are kind of used to unfriendly people. They change quickly, I assure you." Claire's perkiness did tend to rub off on people eventually.

Her eyes followed Deacon as he removed himself from the conversation. Claire would not stand for that, however. "Sorry we're boring you, dear. By the way, that's a rather nice blade you have." Claire's attempt at being friendly to the Kohanian was mostly casual. Though she did have some genuine interest about him, seeing as how she had never encountered his kind before.

Looking up slowly, the Kohanian took in all that he could about Claire before responding to her comment.

"It's not that you are boring, by any stretch of the imagination. It's the fact that they obviously don't think that they need our help, even though they are in a new enviroment, and one that may have dangers they are not aware of. From what I have been able to determine from looking over security logs from before I arrived here, I have been able to find out that this station is not known for it's remaining on an even keel, so to speak. And as for your compliment, thank you. My people take great pride in creating finely honed melee weapons. It's why most visitors think that by bringing a gun or two that they are entirely protected from us. They do not take into consideration that if we are good at making them, that we just might be good at using them as well."

He shrugged slowly and would look back up to the new arrivals, and their shiny guards.

"Don't get me wrong, if the space ladies aren't able to face and deal with everything that they might come up against here, I will still do my job, I just don't like being relegated as out of date and useless is all."

Giving her a sly smile, he would reach the blade over his right shoulder and slide it back into it's scabbard. Then he was left just staring curiously into Claire's eyes in a sort of staring contest of silence.

Kess and Mimi, who were off to the side watching the events play out, began looking more and more unnerved by the exchanges. Perhaps they were worried about the repercussions of their squad's attitudes...after all, VIPs deserved VIP treatment. Laj and Marrisa didn't seem to mind too much, however, simply opting to smile silently while the conversation petered off. Captain Bell, however, continued to look rather determined for them to get the respect they deserved. When the two Vinross Yu-Cranker Materials CEO's turned away to speak with the Cirrus foreman, Bell approached Kokuten again.

"You do you job, pal, and we'll do ours," the blonde Unique said flatly. "My job doesn't involve keeping your boys happy, and I doubt anybody would be stupid enough to try something on two of the most important people in Nepleslian industry. So cheer up, you and your men fell into a free paycheck."

"Excuse me," Mimi interrupted timidly but determined, stepping up to Kokuten after bowing graciously at Captain Bell. "I hate to interrupt, but Administrator Dick is requesting Squad 35 return to the observation room. He says that there is some new equipment he would like you all to consider." Kess followed suite and took position next to Mimi, choosing to forgo the bow to the Uniques. "I suggest you take him up on his offer, captain."

Captain Bell looked a little annoyed to be interrupted by the two Savtechs, but was respectful enough to let them finish. She smiled as the two conveyed their message, raising her free hand off from her weapon to garner the attention of the squad of Uniques behind her. "Victoria, Ivy," Bell spoke strongly, not taking her eyes off of Squad 35 as two Uniques from the group ran up and stood at attention at Bell's sides. "Escort these men to their destination. Make sure they get there alright...I'm sure it would be unfortunate if anything happened to them."

"Yes ma'am,' the two Uniques answered in perfect unison before stepping up to Kokuten, awaiting their departure.

Cyril refrained from pointing out just how low a priority the contiuned health and happyness of the Cirrus Station security personel actually was. It was getting to the point where the weeks where he only had to wade waist deep through shit were the good weeks. The continued anamosity of a bunch of functionally identical corporate drones was just gas in a nebula by this point.

Of course, Cyril would have never said anything while the VIPs were present. Damnit, there was going to be at least someone besides Kaz in this squad who could remember basic. Instead of bitching on or wandering off, Cyril merely straightened his parade rest from merely 'crisp' all the way up to 'razor sharp' as he waited for the sarge to lead the way.

Kokuten eyed Bell as she walked up to him, and frowned as she began speaking again. Her words didn't fall on deaf ears, yet he still thought that if she just talked a little less, she'd be a joy to be around. However, he was thankful that Mimi and Kess abruptly interrupted her.

"Ah! I think we will! Thank you, Kess, Mimi." Kokuten smiled to the both of them. He then turned to Captain Bell, and gave her a quick salute. Though, the salute failed as he noticed the two Uniques accompanying them now.

Hm! That was nice of her! Maybe she's have second thoughts on being so rude to us. thought Kokuten.

"Well! It seems we're needed back in the Observation Room!" Kokuten said, seeming excited to see what Dick had in store for them. He aimed a finger back from where they came from. "Back up the elevator!" He slapped his helmet back on and started back towards the lift.

"Sir." Noboru cast an angry glance at Captain Bell and her understudies before he followed quickly after Kokuten.

Speedy was fuming under his helm, (silently blessing the designer for one reason, it's great for hiding facial expressions) he followed Kokuten, silent as ever.

Cyril turned smartly and followed Kokuten up to the Observation Room, only a faint twitch of his tail as evidence of lingering irritation.

Rising from where he sat and putting paws back on the floor, Deacon followed his commanding officer without another word to anyone. He did turn slightly to give Claire a smile before going back to waiting his turn to head back up to the observation room to see what the large gentleman had to say to them.

Gritting his teeth as he boarded the elevator, the male tried to take his mind off of being pressed into such a confined space with other people so close. When the doors opened again, the Kohanian let out a breath he hadn't noticed he had been holding. Then he would find a place to stand, and just remain silent to listen.

She looked sideways at Claire, smiling through her helmet's visor and hoping she would see. Deacon's subtle smile, his little stare at her, didn't escape Keziah's notice. It was intriguing, mostly because she was intrigued by Deacon, but right now that didn't matter and she filed it away for later.

Still, was Claire getting through to him? She seemed to have a knack for that, piercing the defenses people build up around themselves. Like with me, she thought, her brain skipping happily around that for a moment. Right then, she was happy her helmet was sealed, as she felt her face flush.

Jen was silent as she followed everyone back to the elevator, and with her visor down she kept an eye on their escort. The combined hate toward girly things along with the military's dislike toward mercenaries made her weary of the two. She continued this observation even as she stepped on the elevator.

Tweak remained near the back of the group during the introductions and such of the VIPs and was ambivalent about the slights given by the Uniques' captain concerning Squad 35's gear...that was all the insults were about, wasn't it? Just because their equipment wasn't the best didn't mean that the team wasn't good at their job, at least Tweak didn't think so.

At least, Tweak hoped that was true. She really couldn't say anything with certainty, which bothered her.

Then the team trooped back to the lift for something Mister Big (Tweak's mental nickname for Vanderhuge) forgot to give or tell them. She frowned when Captain Bell assigned two Uniques to...do what, exactly?

"Why are they following us?" Tweak asked quietly, leaning toward the person closest to her. And it didn't matter who that person was; Tweak was paying attention to the silver armors more than who she was talking to. Her visor was still cracked open but covering her face, so only the people very near to her could hear. "We are the security here, right? Why do they need to watch us if we are supposed to be watching them?"

"Oh, it's to sooth poor Capt. Bell's ego you see." Cyril said aside to Tweak. The little (Relitive to the rest of the squad. Tweak was still taller then he was.) Freespacer seemed confused at the pettyminded assery that the Uniques were throwing out right now. Well, there was a mark in favor of the Free State if he ever heard one. Cyril chuckled and shook his head slightly. "After all, if we ain't immediately enamored o' their uniforms we're obviously a lower grade o' security officers. Who apparently can't find their way around their own station."

"You know, we had a place for people like them on Yamatai, Cyril," Noboru said, turning his head back to face the Freespacer. "It was called 'Admiralty'. No matter what the rewards otherwise, they just loved to have their ego stroked."

He chuckled a bit as he fell back into formation behind Kokuten. "Of course, that made them particularly bad at their jobs. But you're Nepleslian, you've noticed that."