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RP: YSS Miharu Mission 2, Aftermath

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Yukari's eyes began to water as well. She raised her glass and smiled directly at Miyoko. "To heaven!" she cried, and downed the small amount of champagne in it. She quickly "filled" it and raised it again. "Our sisters and brothers who could not be here, to celebrate this day with us ... " She sniffed; the tears fell again. She could not stop them, but she spoke. Someone had to. Someone had to make sure. "Those sisters and brothers celebrate in heaven for us. We celebrate them as well!" Yukari saw Tom and smiled wide. "We are free to live our lives as we so desire, now."
 
ON:

"To peace," Yoroko said, raising her cup with the others. Yoroko looked around at everybody's face before looking back at Yukari and Miyoko. "Happy Birthday." Yoroko said, giving each of them a quick hug. "I think you've caught someone upstairs eye." Yoroko said.

Masako had been a little late getting back to the Wardroom, due to the fact she had forgotten footwear when she had left her quarters the first time. This time around, she had brought her nice sandals, the pair she had bought for the Beach Trip. In fact, she had entered the room just after the toast had been completed. Birthday? she thought silently before looking directly towards Yukari and Miyoko. Wow...it is their birthday, isn't it? she pondered more as she opted for a glass of water as opposed to the champagne.

Miyoko remained rather stunned, only weakly returning Yoroko's hug--Yukari's speech hadn't done much to calm her mood down.

Yukari could not stop her mouth, much like she could not stop her weeping. Tom was her rock, her solid ground, while Miyoko was feeling as she was. "I do not know ... where we will all go from here ... but, all of you, are my family. We are all family." She raised her glass weakly, tear-streaked lips forming an unbound smile. "Can we *sniff* drink to that, too?"

Nyton drank down the glass of champagne after the toast had been said. Apparently no one could indulge his compromise and answer the question to who had been named to lead the Empire now. Giving up he went to refill his drink. "Family is another good toast. Let us drink to family." he said before raising his glass again.

Miyoko, in her rather exuberant mood, saw no reason not to go along with things. She filled her glass again and hoisted it, echoing Yukari's toast a bit more enthusiastically this time.

Masako couldn't help but smile at Yukari and Miyoko. "To Family," she said as she came up behind Miyoko and placed a hand upon the Science Specialist's shoulder. "May we keep each other safe and sane," she finished her own toast as she raised her glass of water into the air.

"Un," Yoroko said before hoisting her glass up again, "to family." As Yoroko downed the glass she began to feel a little tingly. I guess I can't drink as much as I thought I could Yoroko thought before refilling her glass. Maybe just a little more.

Sanjuro, seemingly out of place amongst the emotions about the room in his ever-present poker face, finally looked up as Yukari spoke of another toast. This one, unlike the others, hit Sanjuro home much more than war, peace or heaven. The medical officer leaned forward a bit and resituated himself in his seat, letting his eyes trail across the table. He had no glass to toast to, but still felt the need to speak. "Yes...to family."

"The irony of the toast is staggering." Mara's face appeared on a large image panel above them all. Her voice was amplified; she looked and spoke seriously."It's not over yet. There's more ... a lot more. Starting with the fact that the Empire is no longer whole."

"What do you mean, Mara-san?" Masako asked curiously, but she couldn't help but feel a few butterflies in her stomach take flight at a comment such as that.

" ... " Mara's sky-blue eyes turned to the Shosa. "I need an authorization code." Yukari's internals sank below the floor. As quickly as joy had overtaken her senses, dread filled her entire consciousness. "Authorization One-Nine-Five-Beta-Seven," Yukari sent.

Yoroko finished her drink, she didn't remember reading anything about that but she had only been glancing through everything. Maybe I have had a bit too much to drink after all. Yoroko thought as she set her glass down and tried to remember what she had read.

Nyton topped his glass and paused for a second. "Fragmentation in the empire?" he said aloud before he began to ponder this turn of events. Could the disappearance of the SMX have brought about unrest within the Empire? he thought to himself.

Mara nodded, and the released the rest — scenes of Yamataian vessels fighting each other. Not Black Spiral ships, either; 5th XF vessels fighting a vastly superior 1st XF force. Then those same 1st XF vessels laying waste to a planet. A humanoid race was being massacred. Then, the images changed — a man, clearly Yamataian, speaking in strong tones, denouncing the actions of the Ketsurui. Then, a declaration — independence. The United Outer Colonies.

Sanjuro leaned forward and got up from his seat, palms firmly placed onto the table. He looked...alarmed. "The United Outer Colonies? What about Yamatai?"

Nyton drank down his glass quickly as he listened. "What happened to the Emperor Uesu throughout all of this? I thought something was said of a change in leadership." he asked straightly.

Masako's cream-toned face became even more pale as she witnessed the ghastly scenes her own nation was creating. "Is...is there a civil war?" she asked in a worried tone as her memories flashed back to the Meng Po. She didn't want to have that feeling again...killing other Nekovalkyrja.

Noboru Yoroko thought as she reached down to her communicator and flipped it up, checking for messages from the Yamataian. "I'm not drunk am I?" Yoroko asked, not wanting to believe what she saw. someone say I'm drunk and this is a dream...anyone... Yoroko thought hopelessly.

Miyoko's elation cut off sharply as she tried to understand the news. She looked between the image of Mara and Yukari. "Er. What's going on?"

"Uesu stepped down ... " Her eyes lowered. "News of the plague got around. That it was Uesu that started it all. Taisho Motoyoshi Katsuko briefly took the throne ... but with the split, she has left the throne, in shame. That happened within the last few hours. There's not a civil war ... but it's pretty cold in the Lonely Expanse. Taisho Yui's pissed."

Nyton brought up a hand. "Wait wait, say that again. What is this about Uesu and the plague? Are we talking about the plague?" he said in a voice that betrayed some tension.

Sanjuro narrowed his eyes a little, not particularly caring for any other points of conversation happening. "So there was no fighting? Yamatai is safe?"

"If by 'safe' you mean it's not under fire." Mara focused on Nyton. "Uesu started the plague. I don't have specifics how or why. But it was him. Something having to do with the war with Elysia. It's hard to pinpoint data on it."

Satisfied enough, Sanjuro heaved a sigh and leaned back into his chair, his worried expression melting back into its common form.

"..." Of course, in the middle of her moment of ultimate relief, reality had found another way to fuck with Miyoko--yet another not-too-shiny secret about Yamatai revealed, yet another reason to distrust her nation. She lowered her glass, quietly requesting, "Miharu, could you please compile all of the news reports on this topic for me to read later?"

A weight crushed Yukari's spirit. The glass fell from her hand and shattered on the ground with a light crash. She almost lost her ability to stand. "But ... why?"

Nyton was still digesting all of this while Sanjuro sighed in relief. He could have flung the glass at his face but instead chose to crush it in his cybernetic left hand. "Yes, I do believe Miharu was compiling a file for me to research in my room." Nyton said. Quietly he began to brush off the shards of glass that had imbedded into the fake skin sheath.

Mara's gaze returned, and she was serious again. "Don't know. But 1st XF vessels have some kind of standing orders to watch for United Outer Colonies vessels that belong to the Star Army. Our alert status hasn't gone down."

Sora looked horrified by the news as she hugged herself to try to stop herself from shaking. The shock of everything she had been taught being a lie was too much, it was even more disconcerting that her family was involved somehow in the plot. "That's..horrible... We...we aren't about to enter a civil war, are we? I mean, the colonies haven't attacked anyone have they?" She stammered, lightly biting her lower lip.

Yoroko looked over at Yukari, Nyton, and Miyoko. "This isn't a dream is it." Yoroko said as she cupped the communicator close to her chest. "What are we supposed to do if we find UOC vessels, Mara?" Yoroko asked, afraid of the answer.

With thinly veiled restraint Nyton carefully finished removing the glass from his hand. "And they consider to call Nepleslians butchers." he muttered as he dropped the last shard on the floor. He had to maintain some form of control, after all he was still an officer. "I will be in my room. It would appear that the current state of events can no longer be ignored. Thank you for the party, Suzuka-san." he said before turning to leave. Before he left though, he rummaged another bottle of champagne to take with him.

Miyoko idly swished her drink around in her glass, the quick comedown from her elation leaving her not exactly sure how to feel. This certainly wasn't her idea of how parties generally went, and she couldn't just let things end on this bitter note. Though it was against her nature to do so, she spoke up, looking to Yukari. "... perhaps we should cut the cake while everybody else is still here."

Yukari shook her head. "Our efforts ... sisters fighting sisters, without the filter of the label 'traitor' ... " She did not look at Tom. She felt ashamed to be Nekovalkyrja. To be in any way associated with the Ketsurui, even if she was only a product of their company. Her eyes fell on Yoroko, Masako and then Miyoko. "I do not feel hungry."

Sora looked down at the ground with a frown. "Neither do I.... I think I'm going to just call it an early night." As a Ketsurui, Sora feel very... disillusioned and very... out numbered. She turned and hurried out of the room, trying to retain some composure without looking at any of her fellow crewmates.

END
 
Tom idly took a cream puff from one of the trays and plopped it in his mouth, chewing slowly. He observed quietly the events that transpired, leaning on the edge of a table.

There was such happiness amongst the group, himself included. Peace had come, and a birthday was to be celebrated. A toast to peace, to friends, to the future. A beautiful picture had been painted before his very eyes... that he knew from the unbridled joy which cascaded through the room.

He was chewing on a custard puff when the news came from Mara, followed by a flurry of questions and answers. His gray eyes watched the color drain from his friend's faces, as if a dagger had been plunged into their souls. Not only the plague... but Yamatai fighting itself. Friend against friend. As Mara had said, it was a brutal irony indeed.

And just like that, the beauty before him burned to ashes.

Empty words were exchanged and the party dissolved. Not even the cake was cut.

Tom Freeman contemplated for a moment, contemplated as he looked at Yukari, who seemed just as shattered as the shards of glass at her feet, then the others. The universe was so much bigger than they were. And everything they had come to accept in the universe was just turned upside down.

What could a single, pitiful Raltean do in the face of that?

"Miharu... please play track 135 of my collection...in this room...ambient volume please."

Silently, he approached his love as the gentle sounds of piano filled the room. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, as he looked to the others solemnly.

"Regardless of the news, there is still a birthday to celebrate. And with that, I invite those of you interested to dance."

OOC Note: Reference music for the scene
 
Nyton nearly ran back to his room. In his eagerness to learn and process everything that had happened it took much effort not to run. He wanted to prove to himself that he was in control of himself. Giving in to this urge would be a way of losing one more grip on that calm he tried to maintain.

As Nyton stepped through the door however it was all he could do to keep from smashing his fist into the wall. "Miharu, let's start with the basics. Don't spare me anything. Authorization code Seven Four Nine Sigma Ten. Use whatever SAINT protocols to gather data and not let it be traced back to us." he said as he opened the bottle of champagne.

"Very well Claymere-Shoi." Miharu replied, as hesitantly as a MEGAMI could, and a volumetric screen opened. They reviewed the chain of events that occurred starting with the negotiations between Nepleslia and the SMX where Melisson was reported to have begun divulging secrets of Yamatai. Afterwards the blockade set up by Irim followed by the confrontation with the 5th fleet and Uesu's personal fleet. Afterwards the secrets of the SMX/Nekovalkyrja connection and the true source of the plague was confirmed. Then Katsuko Motoyoshi's nomination to be successor and the disasterous peace talks were covered. The sudden disappearance of the SMX brought new hope for peace that would be shattered by the aggressive actions enforced by the military: the massacre of the Freespacers along with the death of the Empress Katsuko's daughter. The finality came with the split off of the United Outer Colonies and the stepping down of Katsuko with the instatement of Ketsurui Himiko as the new Empress.

Through it all Nyton made mental notes to research further. He was about to tear into this with the ferocity that he attacked the intelligence on Naraku. Of particular interest was everything linked to Uesu. He had always been suspicious of the Emperor. Something about him seemed off but he could not offer more than speculation. Unfortunately this made every circumstantial bit of rumor feel all the more true. His mother's warning became more than mere theory. Now he would not put it past Uesu now to have Ayame's daughter killed. Nyton pulled all the PANTHEON passive recordings of the conversation between Uesu and Katsuko.

Nyton could only seeth as he listened to Uesu's non-chalance towards committing holocaust. What was more disturbing was his departure with over three hundred thousand ships to establish the Ketsurui Military Sector when he said he was going to go 'exploring.' Who goes exploring with that many ships? And why the hell would he divert so many resources from the Empire when we were still in the middle of a desperate WAR at the time? he thought to himself. The only conclusion he could come to was that Uesu never intended on leaving. Nyton then blinked and shook his head. He doesn't have to be Emperor to be in charge. This Empire RUNS on everything Ketsurui. The military, social structure, economic industry, EVERYTHING. he thought further.

Nyton expanded his research further into Yamataian history. The Ketsurui family has been in charge for a long time. In essence, Uesu has always been in charge. Where did he come from though? All the records were lost after the raid on PNUgen. So who was he before he became the Emperor? Before he worked in PNUgen even? This frustrated him as nothing but dead ends continued to be turned up. It was at this point that Nyton began researching elsewhere, into the rest of the Ketsurui. The military was under the complete control of Yui and she was a pawn of Uesu. Nyton took note of her actions at the Peace Negotiations and saw how she rose to defend Uesu regardless of his involvement with the plague.

Oh no, grandfather. All those Elysians you slaughtered to avenge your family.... what can you be feeling now that we know who truly murdered so many of our people? Nyton then thought, as though snapped out of a reverie. Throughout the entire search for answers Nyton had slowly been drinking down the bottle of champagne. He did not bother with a glass and took to drinking straight out from the bottle. Betrayal. That's what it is. Uesu is not the only one who betrayed us. Yui is just as guilty. he concluded. He still remembered that Thomas had sometimes offered a word of praise in her direction. The oldest living Nekovalkyrja and yet how could she live knowing what she inherited from her creator.

Under the pretense of studying Eve, Nyton stretched whatever means possible to justify his research into certain Star Army personnel. He began to compile data regarding Yui into a file that included combat capabilities, traits, personality, everything he could possibly use to develop a study that would help him to analyze her. As he sat in his chair, volumetric screens encircling him which he viewed simultaneously via 360 vision, he could not help but have attention drawn next to Hanako. She was a supporter of Uesu and as of late her pattern of actions displayed became more.... questionable. She was not the same person he had met back on the Sakura anymore.

Anger built steadily but Nyton would cool it down as best he could. The alcohol helped. Especially while he watched recordings of the massive deaths that occurred during the plague. The death recordings were surreal. As though people who were living a normal life one second just seemed to stop. Due to the sudden disruption this did cause many records to be lost as well but those that did remain were chilling.

Finally Nyton just had to stop. There was no way he could go on. He slouched forward and ran a hand through his hair. The Empire was under the control of a tyrant. A mad, despotic, immoral, tyrant. It did not matter who was on the throne, it all led back to Uesu. The Empire could not seperate itself from anything Ketsurui. But where did he come from? He was a mystery and for the first time Nyton knew what it felt to truly hate. This feeling brought with it the realization of how complex hate could be. He hated Uesu not just for all he had done but for what he was, his disregard for life, and the fact that there were too many unknowns. He also hated the fact that it would be too easy for Uesu to win. Nyton did not want Uesu to win. This made him afraid. So this is the fear I was warned about. No wonder grandfather did not want me to learn how to hate my enemies. he thought in analysis.

With a sigh Nyton tossed back another drink. Not much I CAN do right now. I'll have to watch my step even more carefully. He doesn't care who gets killed, that much is obvious. With his little empire carved out its only a matter of time before he returns. I doubt he would show any mercy towards the UOC. he thought. He then decided to stop for now. He needed a break from this to clear his head. Especially to plan his next move.
 
Asher lay in his bed, belly down, chin on his pillow. The Yamataian stared at the Black Mindy Helmet which was sitting neatly arranged on a near-by shelf. He seemed to be in a daze as he stared, his hand glided across the bed until it stopped infront of his face, palm shown toward his face. That sturdy, wrought hand, something he had before he joined the military, now it was thick, pudgy hand. These were hands that felt as if they hadn't seen a day of work in they're lives. Yet, it was those soft, fleshy hands that killed the owner of the helmet which sat on a shelf across from him. Yet, something something was wrong.

"Ah, god dammit..." whispered Asher.

The Helmet usually sat on his desk, in easy sight, now it sat arranged in nice order on a shelf.

"I swear ta' fuckin' Yui, that basta'd Sanj musta fucked my shit up again!" Asher said, referencing Sanjuro's odd habit of voluntary organization. The Itto-Hei sat up in his bed and looked around, indeed, the room was much neater. He scratched his bare chest, then stood, adjusting the gray pajama pants to himself. With an awkward stumble, he made his way to his desk chair, and sat down. He cupped his hands and rested his face. He decided to recollect on the past events for a few minutes.

The past few weeks had been a blur, the last two weeks especially flew over his mind. He thought back to his last most prominent memory, and cringed when he remember it was Masako telling him of how much of a bad soldier he was, and he himself just trying to make a pass at her.

I'm notta' bad soldja'... Just a bad guy... He thought, wallowing in some amount of morning-caused self-pity. Asher grunted, trying to pass off his current way of thinking to something a little lighter. He put a hand on his goatee, and straightened it up as he thought.

"Nyeh, Miharu, Wass' goin' on right now?" Asher yawned, scratching under his pit.
 
Sora retreated back into her quarters and sat in the middle of her bed. She didn't know what to do or what to think. It's... it's all a lie. We've been doing this to ourselves. All these years of bloodshed and death has all been because of us. Her lower lip trembled and her body started to shake as tears started rolling down her cheeks.

What has any of this hate and death accomplished? We've been dying for nothing! Grandma knew about this all along and she... sent us all out to die. The young Ketsurui pressed her face into her hands and let herself cry as her hair spilled down over her shoulders. Mom, what happened to us and our family? We never did get the chance to be a family before you were gone from my life forever.

After a few minutes of crying, Sora sniffed and looked up again- wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. I can't stop living because my elders wronged the world. I can't help but feel responsible because... they are my family. But what is it that I can really do to make any of it better? I'm not even a full officer and... I'm just another Ketsurui. How can I ever do enough good in my life even make any of what happened right?

She let herself fall back onto the bed with a sigh as she stared up at her hands and the moisture that still covered them from her tears. "I just can't."
 
Yukari did not move from the ground. Her eyes were wide open, staring down at the ground, and her hair, which she'd let down for the event, was draped around her face.

There were no sobs. Just shivering.

"I ... cannot, Tom. It hurts."

***

"A party seems to have more or less ended in the wardroom, Westwood-Hei." Miharu's voice seemed usually ... calm. "There are many events that you should probably hear from me, instead of them. They're dealing with them, right now."

Miharu relayed the events that had happened off the Miharu in the past two weeks — from the exit of the Mishhu, to the creation of a new power in the galaxy. When she was done, she paused, unsure of what to say next.
 
"Tha' war's ova'...? Ya' gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me." Asher stood, his brow furrowing in frustration. He began to pace.

"Tha' war's ova'..." Asher stopped to say, and then continued to pace.

"THA' FUCKIN WAR'S OVA'!?" Asher said, pacing again, yelling at the ceiling as if yelling to a godlike construct. "I can't fuckin' believe this... They fuckin' ran..."

He held up his hands, and took a deep breath. "Naw... This a good thing... No mindin' I came in too fuckin' late to do some real fuckin' fightin'..." The Hei grunted. Then he stopped again, as if realising something important.

"They threw a fuckin' party, and didn't fuckin' tell me?" Asher's red eyes were almost glowing his angry brow. The Hei's temper was quickly losing it's hold.

"I'm really fuckin' left out 'ere, anyone I knew in tha' Fifth are now some otha' fuckin' nation. Tha' war ends before I can kick some goddamn ass. Now everyone's throwing parties without me!?" Asher growled angerly and let the anger loose in the form a violent pummeling of the nearest wall. After a short while of knuckle warming punching, he started calming down and then gave a look at his now red hands, and then growled again.

"And I hurt my fuckin' hands!"
 
"The party's kind of over, Westwood-Hei." Miharu sounded tart. "Sora's crying in her room, Nyton was drinking heavily, Tom's trying to get things together, and Miyoko and Yukari are in shock."
 
"Yeah, fuckin' wonderful." Asher said defensively, then rubbing his knuckles. The Hei grunted louded as the stinging pain soared up into his arms. He ran a hand through his hair, midway stopping it and just scratching one little spot.

"Why did they throw a party in tha' first place?" Asher said, his voice calming through the sentence.
 
ON: Asher's Room

"It's Yukari's and Miyoko's birthdays," Miharu said. "They were created on the same day."

Asher's face cringed into a confused and rather disturbed look. "Fuck, talk 'bout a bad time ta' hear dat'..." He said in a rather regretful tone. "So... everyone's juss', givin' out?"

"Mostly. Tom is trying to revive it." Miharu brought up an image of the wardroom.

"Damn, that looks like a fuckin' sorry party..." Asher grunted, his eyebrow raised. "What the hell kinda' music is'ee playin' in there?"

"Piano music. Something from Tom's archive."

"Piano music iss'tha kinda' shit that makes ya think 'bout stuff. That's not gonna' help, they need somethin' ta' take ther' minds off tha' news, but what..." Asher looked away from the image, and put a hand on his chin.

"Tom is trying," Miharu said simply.

"Tom needs some fuckin' help." Asher cracked his knuckles. "FUCK!" He yelled obscenely, forgetting his damaged fingers. "It too late ta' walk down there 'n do somethin'?"

"It's not ... they're still there. Some of them, at least."

"Good'nuff." Asher said walking to the door, then stopping, then turning around. "Wait, what tha' hell'm I gonna do?"

"You should probably figure that out first, right?" The computer was amazed Asher knew how to wake up each morning.

"Uh... I dunno' what ta' do... I usually break shit, not fix'it." Asher rubbed his chinspike. "Uh... Well... Damn... How do I usually solve problems wid'out hittin' somethin'...?"

"Talking usually helps."

"Whad' tha' hell'm I gunna say?"

"How about, 'HEY, THE LIFE OF THE PARTY'S HERE!' I have found that to be a good one, searching through my databases." Miharu's voice remained calm, without sarcasm.

"Thass' juss' fuckin' cheesy. I gotta betta' chance a'juss' goin' in an grabbin' a bottle, chuggin' it, and then tellin'em somethin' like, 'Hey, I heard there wass' a birthday, I'm came ta' check on tha' good lookin' birthday girls'." Asher grinned.

" ... " Miharu had no response for such a tactic.

"Hey, iss' somethin' I'd say."

"No one would question that."

"So, uh, iss' a good line ta' go on, right?"

"It's you." Miharu was ready to specially record and archive the footage.

"Alright, less' get drunk." Asher said, exiting his room and moving to the Wardroom. The Hei didn't seem to bother getting too dressed up, either, he was still shirtless, barefoot, and wearing pajamapants.

Upon his arrival he made it rather obvious that he was in some sort of good mood, his face didn't even flinch to the piano music playing in the background. "Hey." The Hei said to the people the room. He eyed the dreary faces in the room and then strolled over to an available bottle of wine, he examined it for a moment. Then he stuck the bottle to his mouth, tipped it up, and began to guzzle it for a moment. When he got his fill, he lowered the bottle and wiped his mouth. "Alright! So who ordered some new life in this party?"
 
Tom squeezed Yukari's shoulders lightly.

"Come on," he started. "Before we dwell on the negatives, look at what we have before us. It's the peace we all wanted from the Misshu. We should be happy for that. And we have birthdays to celebrate!"

He stepped back and fetched one of the trays of creampuffs.

"We have CONSTANTLY been living a hair's breadth from destruction and NOW we choose to feel regret over something we couldn't control? The royalty? The revolution? That's beyond us!"

He put the tray down on the table in front of the group.

"All that matters is US and how WE work together, how we better ourselves because we CARE about each other! And I'll be damned if..."

Asher's rowdy entrance then disrupted his speech. He watched the man grab the wine and chug from the bottle. Tom's finger extended to point at him.

"...SEE? Asher may be a slob but I LOVE him! I LOVE his slovenly, abrasive ways and the panache with which he gets himself plastered! And, despite his terrible inability to dress himself, I extend the same undying love for him as I do for all of you!"

He winked at Asher, hoping a fist wouldn't be coming his way soon.
 
ON: YSS Miharu, Nyton Claymere's quarters

As if on cue, there was a chime at Nyton's door.

The buzz of alcohol was ringing between Nyton's ears when the chime went off. His low tolerance was starting to hit but he could tell the difference between the ringing and the chime. Shaking his head and running a hand over his face Nyton tried to clear his head. Taking a deep breath he then replied. "Come in."

The door soon swung open, with Kotori stepping in. The nekovalkyrja made eye contact with Nyton, her iridescent amber eyes meeting his, before she closed the door with a muted 'clunk'.

"Kotori-sama," Nyton said as he stood to perform a bow, but his quick rise as well as the alcohol had him waver. It was when Kotori walked up to him and offered her four-fingered hand for support that Nyton realized that he had lost his balance. Without thinking, he reached out for Kotori's right hand with his left, resolving his predictament with a slight tumble that he easily recovered from with the extra support.

Nyton felt embarrassed at the drunken stumble he had just performed but stiffled it in order to force himself to stand erect. His eyes came upon Kotori's face again, where he spied the shadow of a smile as she returned her outstreched hand to her side. She turned to give the volumetric windows hovering above his desk a glance before she looked back at him. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently.

"Talk? That's just one of many things I want to do. I take it you have heard the latest news," Nyton said, surprising himself with the loudness of his voice. He sighed, making an effort to mentally reining himself in before he tried again: "God damn it, Kotori, where the hell can I even start?"

"Master yourself by not letting anger rule over reason. See your limitation and instead of dwelling on the problems, think of solutions and see where you might be able to make a difference." Kotori answered him.

Nyton could only shake his head a bit after hearing the slight chastise. He knew his conduct was unbecoming but at the moment it was difficult not to feel overwhelmed. Ironically it was the buzz of the alcohol that was helping to calm Nyton down but he knew that was just a temporary fix. "I know, I know. I just have never felt anything like this before," he replied quietly. "If you are worried that I harbor anger towards you then I assure you that is not the case. I can still differentiate between who to be angry towards."

Kotori nodded her appreciation at the last. "Let us air out some things first," she proposed. When Nyton nodded, forcing his mind to switch to a more analitical state, she continued: "We both remember how the investigation of Black Spiral stalled when the PNUgen officials the Star Army captured threatened to leak out the involvement Emperor Uesu had with the plague. At that point, they were released which indicated there was a link. I'll admit openly that I never expected this, but you and I did explore the possibility of Uesu having his fingers in the matter."

"Personally, I figured that it might have been that PNUgen had a countermeasure for the plague and had used it on us artificial species," Kotori went on. "I thought that perhaps they hadn't released that inoculant openly to the public and that it lead to many Nepleslians dying. Hoarding a cure would have been controversial enough - it did not cross my mind to think that PNUgen would have had been the source of the plague itself in order to both dispose of the Nepleslian population and frame the Elysians for it. They killed two birds with one stone in doing that. Want my thoughts on it?"

Nyton listened and nodded in agreement. "It makes sense although when you put it that way it is almost an unthinkable option. Apparently that is what they chose to do though." After a pause Nyton then gave an approving look. "What are your thoughts on this mess, Kotori-sama?"

Kotori coaxed a long lock of black hair to spill over her shoulder where she idly began caressing it. "That Uesu made the most out of the outcome does not mean he was implicated in the Plague itself," she said, staring down at the hair she was toying with, "Consider that PNUgen was a bigger company than just Uesu and that it did not necessarily make him privy to everything that happened. It could be that Uesu learned of the origins for the plague after, just like we did, and that he had no role in actually implementing it. He might be guilty but it could be only through association instead of deed. I have no particular liking for the Former Emperor, but, think about it Nyton: did you not notice that all the focus on him was thanks to Melisson's intervention? Wouldn't it be likely that Uesu became the scapegoat in the absence of PNUgen? Who else was there to take the blame anymore?"

For a moment Nyton's train of thought was almost derailed. All this attention onto Uesu was brought upon by Melisson. Had it been her intention to distract everyone from something else she had planned? He quickly returned to the matter Kotori mentioned and began to think harder. Now the alcohol was working against him. "Perhaps PNUgen no longer exists as it was but continues to do so in another form? Maybe Uesu confessed his involvement to take the blame so that someone else could move about undetected. There had been mention of another man who was supposedly more closely involved with the plague."

"I'm not particularly proud to call the Ketsurui clan my kin right now, but even so, I would like to believe Yui and Hanako are self-righteous enough to not let Uesu get away so lightly if he hadn't been framed to a degree," the amber-eyed Taisa admitted, "How likely is it that Hanako would let a man whom contributed to the murder of her elven parents go if he truly was responsible for it? Perhaps it is not an overly complex ruse, Nyton. Perhaps he really was a scapegoat and accepted the role and his exile as a necessity."

"Perhaps." Nyton replied flatly, clearly skeptical, though he didn't want to just dismiss the possibility Kotori had outlined either. "Perhaps we should also discuss this further in private, Kotori-sama?" he said, pointing up meaningfully.

"I asked Miharu to leave us in private before I came to the door. I figured we would be talking about this," Kotori shook her head, stirring the ends of her black hair. "I said he might have been framed, Nyton, but I am not debating his integrity. Uesu has the blood of other people on his hands and I already have an admission from Yui that he had a hand in Princess Kohana's death along with Ashigari Kenji-Taisa."

Nyton raised an eyebrow. She was already prepared to discuss this out. Clever woman as usual. "Good thinking that. However, I have no doubt that the Star Army already is his private army. Look at the way Yui let him run off into supposed exile. He ran off with ships that while probably not all top of the line, would have been vital resources if we were still fighting the SMX. I doubt anyone could have even made him stand trial. Everything this Empire depends upon is run or owned by the Ketsurui. How can you not question Yui's integrity if she knows Uesu has murdered people and not done anything about it?" Nyton continued. "Maybe the disappearance of the SMX and Uesu are tied together as well. For all we know Uesu and Melisson are huddled away together in that sector he's built for himself!"

"Oh yes, and perhaps pigs fly too - but wait, they do." Kotori smirked, making a joke at the expense of the Oharans, and then said: "It is clear that the Star Army of Yamatai is an extension of the Ketsurui clan itself. I imagine that Empress Motoyoshi never really had all that much power to begin with since Yui had the guns all along. It seemed her rule was constantly undermined by the Star Army being handled with little finesse. The Empire, to my great disappointment, has so far not lived up to the noble ideals and wisdom that I was taught it represented as I grew up to serve it. I saw this much with the Lorath, where the Star Army favored the use of gunboat diplomacy to force them into joining the Empire instead of using a more enlightened approach. I fail to comprehend, if we are so wise and so powerful, why cannot we act like it and show such consideration?"

Nyton let the remark about pigs flying lighten him some more. It was a relief to be able to talk with Kotori about this; he felt he had regained his composure and his mind cleared. Not only was this helping him think things through more rationally, but it also brought a memory back to the forefront of his mind. "Like the junk yards after the snow fall. They become pretty to look at but hide the garbage underneath." He crossed his arms and looked aside with disdain. "It's a pity that I've met more than a few who share the sentiment that the lesser species are worthless and must either submit or be swept aside. I suppose this latest event adds to the sense of betrayal I also felt. The Species Restriction Act was difficult enough to curb, but to know that those above us would condone genocide is just too much."

Kotori's expression turned sober. "Have you considered leaving all this behind and returning home?"

Nyton was struck by the suddenness of the question. "I had not thought that far ahead yet. I wanted to think further into all of this when you suddenly arrived. I suppose one of my main reasons to stay had gone once the SMX disappeared. I did not want to go fighting fellow Nepleslians again when the SMX to me represented a more sinister threat..." Nyton stopped, somewhat at a loss for words. "I should have offered you a seat or something. Make yourself comfortable where ever. I guess while you do that I can think about what I would want to do," he then said.

Kotori looked around; Nyton really had just one reclining chair in his room. She walked to his bed and sat on its edge, her almond-shaped eyes coming back to stare at him expectantly.

The Nepleslian turned to pacing, hoping it would help the train of his thoughts. "I guess I had somehow hoped I could make a difference if I stayed in the Star Army. Maybe even change things from within but I don't see that happening." Nyton's pace was shaky and he stopped, deciding that wasn't helping. "I had considered working my way up in rank until I could get close enough to Uesu and kill him but that isn't going to happen. I would prefer to not make myself a martyr. Not when the man can just get restored via ST backup." he said without realizing. He was still a bit lightheaded from the earlier loss of balance and returned to his reclining chair. "I just don't know where to go at this time, Kotori-sama. This is something I will need to think about. There are always opportunities to be had back home I suppose. The UOC are probably in need of personnel as well. It may be interesting to see where they go. I do admit some fear as to what the Empire will do once things settle down. They may look for any excuse just to go to war with the UOC. Once that occurs I doubt there will be any mercy given."

Kotori closed her eyes, one hand running up and down the hair falling over her shoulder. "I did think to leave the Ketsurui name behind and head over to the United Outer Colonies. In many ways, they could represent the Yamatai I aspire to serve." Her eyes opened to slits. "But then, I would leave the Ketsurui clan, and any chance I would have to redeem it. Perhaps that hope is foolish, but I was born the daughter of one of the clan's retainers and my whole life has practically revolved around the Ketsurui and the Star Army of Yamatai. Perhaps I am displeased about how things have turned out, but do you realize what I might be able to do with the power I've obtained, with the sway I might be able to have in the future, especially if I keep on the rise?"

Nyton leaned forward a bit as he placed his elbows on his knees. "Of course I realize that. I was surprised you considered leaving actually. I would have thought you would want to remain so you could try and change things. If anyone has any chance at doing this it would be you, an outsider adopted in who has a sense of justice. You revealed a desire for power to me before. However, you also showed a fair sense of responsibility that came with such power. I noticed this which is why I wanted to continue serving under you."

Nyton looked over at Kotori and realized he was too far away. He rolled his chair over a bit and stopped a few feet in front of her. He gazed back at those eyes, his sensors picking up each little shift in the light that they made. "So just like you, I also would lose all my rank and position if I left. I don't know if that is wise to do just yet," he said before a look crossed his face. "I have figured out one reason that we may want to perhaps stay a little longer." he then said with a hushed voice, as though he were about to impart a secret.

Kotori's amber eyes opened wider and she nodded attentively.

"What if, and this is something of a gamble, but what if whatever it is that Eve is plotting to use against the Empire can be used differently," Nyton said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe we could use it to change things around. I don't know what Eve is trying to do but if there is a chance that it can be successful then maybe we should take it for ourselves." A giddy grin broke across Nyton's face, bellying that alcohol had not entirely broken its hold over him.

An exasperated sigh escaped Kotori. "Yes, well, that thought occured to me too, though I'd like to avoid sinking to Eve's level. Sometimes, I cannot help but notice that Eve and I might be cut from the same cloth. For instance, we may have similar goals. I think I've told Yukari, but I never told you about my own ambitions."

Nyton gave a chuckle and nodded. "Sure. Let's hear it."

"I did not start out wanting much," Kotori began. "To me, just surviving through my eight years of servitude and getting to an officer rank was enough. I wasn't interested in the military so much as what would come after. Once I was done with my service, I wanted to settle down and raise a family. I wanted to raise children - not younglings, but babies - and nurture them into adulthood."

She turned her head to stare out from Nyton's viewport. Unlike hers, he could still see out into space instead of having the view blocked off by the Pelican's hull. "As you know, I once lived with a foster family - my foster father had a wife and two children and it left a mark for me. It made me want that for myself too."

"Seeing my plans were rather humble then, I did not expect for my career to turn out as it did," Kotori turned back to smile at Nyton, joining her hands together and interlacing her fingers. "However, the more I grew implicated in the military, the more I glimpsed the rotten foundations of the utopian nation which gave me birth. Seeing that corruption, how power in the hands of those whom wielded it was abused of and the callousness ingrained in the Empire, I decided that Yamatai was not the safe place I wanted to raise my children in."

Her eyes hardened. "It did not escape me that to the nekovalkyrja, rank is a measure of power, a mean of control beyond ourselves. I decided that I would go as far as I would need to so to guarantee that Yamatai would become the safe place I wish for my children in... even if that means I have to go so far as to sit on the Imperial throne." She chuckled mirthlessly. "Irony is that it makes Eve much less my enemy and more like my rival. The reason I care so much about our current mission is mainly because Eve stands both in my way and also represents to me a stepping stone which will help me become greater."

Nyton leaned back and grinned a bit. "Ironic is right. And here I merely wanted to destroy a criminal that had terrorized people for so long. After seeing the recordings of her devouring children I knew she had to be killed," he said idly. "Such the noble cause to create a world where your children would be safe. Very admirable. This home must have had quite the strong effect on you." Nyton put his hand out and over Kotori's enjoined hands. "For such a place, I would follow you anywhere to achieve. I trust that place would have been fair to those who are not Nekovalkyrja as well."

"Knowing the faces of those I wished to protect always made fighting to defend the Empire something that seemed worthwhile. Though, wanting to protect them at all cost, whatever the means implicated the necessity of needing to be cruel to an extent..." her voice trailed off.

"When family is involved, one can find themselves willing to do anything, even the distasteful, in order to see they are protected. Just like I endured the Species Restriction Act, I thought I could deal with it so long as I was still fighting to defend my family. I understand how you feel so do not feel so ashamed over that. Families are important back home as well." Nyton replied.

"I can't help but think that the same might apply to Yui," Kotori admitted, sighing. "She's been fighting for three decades now - even though I don't approve of her methods, part of me wonders if I can really blame her for the way she deals with things."

"Maybe. Perhaps she defends Uesu merely because he is family and she is willing to do anything to protect him." Nyton pondered.

A bitter smile came to Kotori. The nekovalkyrja hung her head a moment before she looked back up to Nyton. "Speaking of Yui and family, I've a message summoning me to Yamatai so to participate in a family reunion. Given the recent upheavals, I'm uncertain of what will be discussed. What I am certain of is this: if you are willing to stay, I would be greatly appreciative of your support," she finished earnestly.

Nyton gave thought to what she was asking. Part of him grew cold with caution since he would be literally in the den of the beast. A Nepleslian still serving alongside a Nekovalkyrja.... he would likely draw some stares. But to actually be able to walk in and see what was inside the Military Sector would be a great opportunity. For what he was still unsure but he would need more intel to be sure... and this would be it. "Very well Kotori-sama. I told you I would follow you anywhere. If this route will perhaps lead us to realizing your world then I will follow you. What kind of support will you be needing for this trip?"

"You are my retainer - I have the right to bring you along, should we consider you actually seriously hold that capacity," Kotori replied. "Otherwise, just your presence as Miharu's tactical officer would already be quite a boon if nothing else."

"What, may I ask, would you need for me to prove my capacity as your retainer?" Nyton asked, somewhat amused that he still had never been given any sort of official word other than some teasing words during a bath.

"Seeing what I have seen of you Nyton, I only really need to know if you'd be willing to commit to it," Kotori smiled. "Should I ask again once you are no longer tipsy?"

Nyton shook his head. "No, you don't need to ask again. You still having faith in my abilities even while I am wallowing in alcohol is admirable. Either I'm that good or you're too understanding," he said.

"I'll let you guess on that one," Kotori smiled slyly at Nyton and stood up. "Feeling any better?"

"Much actually. The buzz is wearing off some and I realized something else too," Nyton replied as he stood up, a slight half grin on his face.

Kotori tilted her head at him curiously. "Mm?"

"I am not as alone in this as I had previously thought," Nyton said before he gave Kotori a kiss on her cheek.

Kotori looked up at Nyton as he retracted from the kiss and leaned into him so that she rested her forehead against his shoulder. "I, for one, am glad I am not alone in this either."

Nyton was not sure what to do for a second. He felt glad that Kotori was truly depending on him in some way. Instead of thinking he let his arms rise up and softly wrap around the smaller Nekovalkyrja woman. Her hair was smooth to the touch and he could feel the amount of devotion he put to it through this. "Then we can count on each other. However far this takes us." he said with determination.

Kotori raised her head back so she could make eye contact with him and rewarded him with a nod in approval. "Are you going to sleep this off?" She asked, darting a look toward the unsealed bottle of champagne Nyton had brought to his quarters.

Looking back at her Nyton felt a warmth in his chest at Kotori's nod. "I don't think I will be drinking more of that. But maybe some water to prevent dehydration. I should be okay otherwise," Nyton said as he tried to make a straight assessment of his condition.

Kotori nodded. She glanced around, noticing his arms still around her, and then turned back to him with a coy look. "Care to let me go?"

Nyton laughed a little. "If I'm supposed to care then why do I have to let you go?" he said slyly before letting his arms slowly travel back to his sides.

"I'm not sure I have a straight answer to that," Kotori gave him a good-natured wink and walked to the door. She grabbed the handle and looked back at him over her shoulder. "I suspect it'll take the Pelican a day or two to clear up the problem we've been having with our Matter Collection System. We'll likely get underway to Yamatai after that. I might decide to make a brief crossover in Nepleslian space so you could send some correspondance to your family if you'd like - they might know where you stand in all this seeing all the news they've heard."

Nyton smiled a bit more as he thought about what to write home about. "Yes, it has been more than a few weeks since our last correspondance. Regardless of what I tell them, I am certain they will understand." He started to walk over to the bottle of champagne to dispose of it. "Since we are going to be down for some time what shall we do until then?"

"I'm still catching up on events," Kotori gave a little shrug. "that and a report I have to submit to the First Expeditionary Fleet should keep me busy for a bit. I'll also need to have a word with Sora. As for the rest of the crew, I'm counting on Yukari to take care of that, if she isn't too distraught by the news. If not, I'd appreciate if you'd pitch in to help support her and the crew - I understand you aren't a Caretaker, but you are also a person the rest of the crew looks up to as well."

"But of course. I'll do my best," Nyton replied as he picked up the bottle to dispose of it. "If you have any matters that require my assistance you have but to ask." he added, finishing with a shaky but, this time, fairly stable bow.

Kotori returned a nod in appreciation and then opened the door, crossed through and was gone. The door swung back shut.

Nyton let out a breath as though he had not realized he was holding it. Shaking his head he went back to cleaning up.

END
 
Asher chuckled a little, the large amount of wine he just consumed tacking at the edge of conciousness.

"Tom, man, If you were gay, and if I probably knew what half tha' words you juss' said meant, I'd probably punch ya in tha' mouth." He laughed, taking another swig of the wine. He the looked around at the people in the room.

He saw Sanjuro, a fellow he needed to talk to about touching the things in his room, not a good party plan. Tom would probably have something in store for Yukari. He saw the tech, Takuma, a good guy and glad he was still here, but not a chick. Yoroko, she a sweet looking angel, for some reason, he felt glad she was there. Then the other birthday girl, Miyoko, who seem needed to have a better birthday experience. He then eyed an an unwitting cake, just sitting there, unaware of it's soon death by consumption.

"Hmm" Asher said, rubbing his chin. He walked over to Miyoko and put an arm around her. "Alright, birthday girls, how 'bout we get this party started back up wit' some cake?"
 
Masako seemed to have distanced herself from the party. Though she was technically still in the Wardroom, she had taken a seat closer to the Observational Area to the rear so that she could think on what had happened on their time away.

The disappearance of the SMX no longer worried her though, but the happiness she should have felt with their absence had long been overcome by grief and confusion.

She hadn't been even alive during the Plague that had led to War with the Elysians. Her only experiences with it had been through history texts, so news that the former Emperor Uesu hadn't effected her as much emotionally as it had others. But the feeling of disgust at such a thing still weighed upon her and built up her emotional confusion into other things.

The near-genocide of a species was what hit her harder actually. If fact, it was those two factors combined that led her thoughts in their circular pattern of self-reflection once more. What had she been fighting for before she came to the Miharu? The Empire that created her? Why does an Empire that commit genocide deserve her loyalty? Sure, they had been pirates and had begun to build up. But the sheer brutality the Yamataian's Star Army had brought upon the Freespacers had showed clearly that the Freespacers were still but an infant civilization compared to her own Empire. Well....not societal wise, she had no idea how they acted or what their culture was. But technology wise they were just starting to gain a foothold onto more modern technologies.

Either way, there still had to be something that deserved her loyalty in the Star Army. Masako began to think deeply on that subject. In fact, she was so deep in thought that she hadn't noticed Asher's entrance.

Ever since their clash of personalities, Masako had been a bit more....overly professional when ever she came in contact with the Yamataian. It wasn't that she was angry at Asher, but more that he had brought doubts of her own ability to command the Armor Wing. She was still new to being in command of people's lives and didn't feel like she was doing as well as job as Nyton could have. But she had been given a job and a small stubborn streak that had emerged from such a thought. But that didn't help the fact that because of the conversation Asher and Masako had several weeks ago, the young Warrant Officer had been plagued with worries.
 
Miyoko had taken up position near a window while she tried to digest everything that had happened during the Miharu's time incommunicado--while the uncomfortable atmosphere was stomping down on her already-small drive for socialization, she felt like leaving the party early would be an insult to Yukari. As excited as the Shosa had been for the event, it pained Miyoko to see it ruined for her.

Though she wanted to break his nose for abruptly putting an arm around her, Asher seemed to have the right idea. The rift in the empire was of little immediate concern to Miyoko--her main concern was salvaging the event enough to cheer Yukari up. "Good idea. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. Would you like to do the honors?"
 
"A'ight!" Asher said simply, his arm sliding away from Miyoko as he glided over to the table. The Hei grabbed the knife, then flipped in the air, and then snatched at the handle. His aim was good, but it wasn't an expert grab.

"Who wants a big piece?" Asher grinned to the rest of the room.
 
If the rest of the crew wanted to still enjoy the party, Yukari would not stop them.

She thought them crazy. But perhaps crazy was a worthwhile tool for fixing the problem in front of her. In front of them all.

"Excuse me," she said in Yamataian, getting to her feet. She walked past everyone, her hair still hanging partially in front of her face and eyes.

When she returned ... she was wearing her keyboard across her chest. It was in guitar form, a stubby neck attached to one end with six laser-generated strings crossing down from its top down to a base near the back of the keyboard.

She walked to the top of the stairs, and she looked at Tom. "I am rescinding your musical choice, Tom. Forgive me. But ... if I may, I would like to play something. For everyone. And for me. It is my present for me. Please enjoy it."

The piano stopped. "Miharu, please fill in the other instruments?"

"Uhh. Sure, Shosa." Miharu knew how to do it, of course, but ... interesting song choice by Yukari, she thought. On the other end, on the bridge, Mara had her own grin on her face. She apparently was down, and produced herself in volumetric form, behind a clear set of "drums." She twirled glowing blue sticks in her hands.

"I wanted to play this for Eve," Yukari said. "The song is not mine. But, I hope she hears it."

Slow guitar strumming first. Slow, steady ... a volumetric microphone flowed upward from nothing. Drums. Hard. Guitar. Harder. Words. Hardest of all.

Now Yukari's hair flew as she sang/screamed into the microphone. It was a song about the Yamataian people, kept in the dark for so long. The Ketsurui, the secrets they had in their closets, in their heads, even as they sent their seemingly undead warriors into battle for them -- Nekovalkyrja. The constant changing of war ... of their situation.

Anger. Pain. Defiance. Yukari decided that, since the stage was hers, she should purge herself of bad feelings. She "slammed" on the laser strings, mouth practically eating the microphone as she screamed the words. Her body was jerking, tensing, vibrant and ready to tear herself apart from every joint and connector inside her.

She was not just another Nekovalkyrja. No one aboard the Miharu was merely another soldier. They were something more, together. Eve, Yui, Uesu ... all of the same cloth, in a way, and all pretending to be so righteous. But the Miharu's crew were mere soldiers, when faced with such mighty figures ...

But in their short time against living legends, the Miharu's crew would always be there. Always doing its best to rise above them. To rise above it all, to find their real heaven. They were not just pawns to be played in the game.

Who were they? Who were they?

Not enough to stop them. Not enough to stop their rise above, to heaven.

...

The song ended. Yukari looked up from her "guitar." She smiled. She seemed ... back to normal? Mara was simply grinning, twirling the sticks in her hands. Drums were fun.

"Ahh," she said, holding her guitar from the neck with the strap over her shoulder. "I now feel much better. Thank you, everyone, for listening." She looked at Asher. "May I have the second piece of cake, please? Miyoko-san should have the first."

(OOC song reference: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKhnmUdmz74)
 
Having disposed any remainder of his embarrassing drinking episode and cleaning himself up Nyton settled in to think about his next move. Saving the conversation he just had and using this string of memories to use as a calming strand helped him control future flare ups while the alcohol drained out of his system. Afterwards he sat down and continued his research into the current events as well as any new leads on Eve that may have surfaced.

Now it fell to Nyton to predict any possible future challenges. There were a few things that worried him now knowing that they would be inside Uesu's very own territory. One thing he wanted to insure was that their ship was not suddenly seized by some override code that Yui had. He would talk to Takuma tomorrow and see if he and Miharu could set up a cutoff protocol that ensured they could remain autonomous from the main PANTHEON system regardless of what codes were given. The wording would have to be careful though. Nyton figured that since Eve were Yui's sister and she had broken into the PANTHEON system before, perhaps he could use that correlation as a reason to set up an override that would countermand even fleet command.

Next would ensuring he remained in communication with Kotori should they become seperated. That Nyton solved easily enough. He pulled out the Spider Orb kit and began setting it up. While it would be limited he would still be able to 'see' what she saw and if she spoke to it he could read her lips while sending a communication display that could be read off the eye itself.

With that Nyton sighed a bit. There was one more concern that he felt may be just a long shot but still worried him nonetheless. It would be almost impossible to counter though but was probably just a crazy theory. He would have to bring it up at the right moment.
 
As the music Tom had selected began to play Yoroko let her arms slide down her side before she clasped the phone shut. Between the Misshu being gone, the empire splitting and taking Noburo with it, and the news of the plague, Yoroko was more than a little confused about how she should feel.

What do I hold on to now? Yoroko wondered just before Asher, in a very flamboyantly style, burst into the room. Yoroko just watched Asher move around with amazement. Either he's a complete moron, or he's unaware of what is going on. Yoroko thought to herself. Yoroko sat down in the corner to think for a little, before suddenly Yukari left. Seems like the part is dieing down... Yoroko thought before Yukari came back with her keyboard. Yoroko stood up and wandered toward the small group of people, waiting to see what Yukari would do.

Once Yukari started playing, Yoroko listened. The words struck a chord with Yoroko while Yukari's violent movements slightly scared her. When the song was completed Yoroko turned to the nearest person, who happened to be Sanjuro. "Wasn't that amazing!" Yoroko said, slightly recovering from her confused state.
 
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