RP [Open] 1st Annual Kikyo Science and Trade Expo

[demibear]

RP Date

YE 46.9

RP Location

Jiyuu, Kumo no Kagayaki Station

Kumo no Kagayaki Station
Jiyuu System, YE 46.9

A halo of light enveloped the massive Kumo no Kagayaki Station as Saskia Redd's Hato Class Courier Vessel positioned itself and the station just right. She was a busy woman working for the Ryu Shipping Lane's Fujiko Express Service. Some fancy FDC official forgets their bathing suit to enjoy some after business meeting shenanigans with the local nekos. Or someone needs a message delivered physically because they don't trust SYNC. Whatever it might be, she makes sure it gets to their destination within several hours or less within the Yamatai Star Empire. Destinations outside of the YSE are much more expensive. Today she had some package for a Sun Horatio. She hadn't the slightest idea who that was or what was in the package and she didn't really care to know. She just had one job, to deliver.

While she was waiting in queue, she couldn't help but not gaze in wonder at the station’s elegant, cloudlike structure almost like it was shimmering against the void of space. Streams of shuttlecraft darted back and forth to the station’s numerous docking ports. Beyond the panoramic viewports, bustling activity made it clear: something might be going on. When she finally got clearance for a docking bay to land in, she arrived at the fast and safest pace she could.

Once within the station, her craft secured from would be thieves (can never be too safe), and the station map downloaded into her digital mind implant; she made way towards the nearest internal tram station. She looked at the address once more: Suite G4319-34-223. Judging by her map, that took her to the Stellarastra Luxe Celestial Hotel. In order to reach it from the nearest tram station without going completely around the station was a cargo holding area with passageways running along it she could use. But instead of the shipping containers she was used to in such locations, she was greeted with a grand scene.

The Fuji Corporation had rented out a central Cargo Hold to serve as the main venue of the event with numerous satellite venues in the closest retail concourse. Towering glass walls bathed the space in artificial starlight, casting subtle reflections on polished temporary floors of Yamataian marble. Holographic banners in vibrant hues hovered above the crowd, each displaying the event’s insignia alongside welcome messages in dozens of languages:

"Welcome to the 1st Annual Kikyo Science and Trade Expo – A Celebration of Innovation, Collaboration, and Progress!"

The location was a living tapestry of diversity. Koerlander artisans from Ukmirt in flowing traditional garb stood alongside corporate representatives in sleek, tailored suits. Iris Seriess Service Dolls in maid uniforms moved seamlessly through the crowd, offering assistance to attendees.

To one side of the hold, the Exhibition Hall stretched into the distance, a labyrinthine collection of pavilions and booths, each meticulously designed to showcase the very best of its occupant’s offerings. Holograms pulsed with dynamic demonstrations of cutting-edge technology, from dazzling new starship systems to innovative consumer goods. Scientists offered live demonstrations of pioneering techniques, while artisans proudly displayed their craftsmanship, from intricate jewelry to durable yet elegant survival gear. To the front, the Central Stage loomed, a sleek platform with lights and holographic displays ready to host keynote speeches, panel discussions, and live demonstrations.

Meanwhile, the station's luxurious amenities ensured a constant flow of activity. High-end restaurants catered to the galaxy’s most discerning palates, while quieter lounges offered reprieve from the energetic crowds. In the Networking Pavilion, business people exchanged data and deals over drinks, with projections of planetary systems and market charts lighting the walls around them.

But none of that mattered to Saskia Redd. Clad in her sleek red-and-blue bodysuit, she cut through the crowd like a focused arrow, the package secured under her arm. Whatever grand celebration of progress and innovation this was, she wasn’t here for it.

She was here to deliver.

 

[demibear]

Pavilion C12, Exhibition Hall

Under the cool glow of display lights, Ryoji Tanaka stood confidently before three sleek life-sized model of Nepleslian Research and Manfacturing's new Last Hope Series of escape pods of various sizes. Each possessed a streamlined, asymmetrical hexagon shape gleamed under the spotlight, with faint emergency markings reflecting a practical yet elegant design ethos. The bustling crowd, drawn by the pod’s rather unique Nepleslian Red vanguardist aesthetics that were spreading since the Ryu Keiretsu entered the Fujiko Region. A Senior Product Engineer at NRM, Ryoji watched the crowds ready to answer any questions the marketing Olivia could not.

Simplified volumetric schematics rotated slowly in front of each pod. “The Last Hope Series Escape Pods are designed to ensure survivability even in the harshest conditions of space and hostile planetary environments. With a lifespan of twenty years, modular layouts, and a range of specialized models—Type A, Type B, and Type C—these pods adapt to the diverse needs of evacuation scenarios.” said a feminine synthetic voice over wireless telepathy when the console identified an approaching woman as a NH-33A neko.

"The series is currently divided into three types, each with impressive capabilities." It continued before showing a video and text to her.

• Type A, optimized for high-capacity evacuation with provisions for 18 individuals for five weeks.
• Type B, a balanced model for general-purpose use, supporting 14 individuals.
• Type C, compact and stealth-focused, ideal for covert or small-scale missions.

The wireless experience then continued into a virtual immersion as a type A's interior came to life, displaying the safety seating, integrated storage compartments, and dim lighting tailored for occupant comfort. “Beyond survival,” it continued, “we’ve prioritized dignity and comfort. Advanced climate control, on-board biosynth protein bioreactors, and UV sterilization systems make prolonged stays as bearable as possible.”

It concluded by showcasing the pod’s standout feature: the CRUX Docking System, which allows pods to connect, share resources, and operate as a coordinated survival network. “With the Last Hope, survival is not a gamble—it’s a guarantee.”

 

[Andrew]

Motoyoshi Sayuri found herself immersed in the hum of activity at the trade show, an environment she hadn’t navigated in quite some time. Her involvement with the Yugumo Corporation had taken a backseat in recent years, but when Arisu reached out with news that the company lacked representation at the event, Sayuri didn’t hesitate to volunteer. Most of the Corporation's upper management had went to the Sharie System to assist with "The Wolf."

The Corporation’s exhibit, though not as groundbreaking as initially hoped, was still impressive. Design delays on the Misha and Yūgure 2A models meant no prototypes were available to showcase. Instead, Yugumo pivoted to highlighting their tried-and-true products: gleaming Hoshi III Series Multi-stage Turbo Plasma Drives, presented in both their civilian and Star Army configurations; sleek KAIMON Companion Drones, whose compact design belied their versatility; and the latest Orchidgear and Starshield technologies, both of which had been well-received since their debut the year prior.

Sayuri moved through the bustling exhibition hall with a calm yet observant demeanor, her eyes scanning for points of interest. She paused in front of a booth showcasing the Last Hope line of escape pods. The detailed presentation drew her in, prompting her to linger and listen.

Her mind, always inclined to analyze, considered the implications of the escape pod's features ~ how they might align with Yugumo’s own innovations or fill gaps in existing systems. Though this wasn’t her usual arena, Sayuri’s sharp instincts and natural curiosity quickly drew her into the flow of the trade show. Even here, among the noise and displays, she saw potential for Yugumo to expand its reach and refine its edge.

 

[Charaa]

Pavilion C12, Exhibition Hall
Within Pavilion C12, Exhibition Hall—the bustling venue for the International Industrial and Military Expo on Pisces Station—a steady hum of activity filled the air as exhibitors and visitors alike prepared for the event's opening day. Among the crowd, the brother-sister duo of the Solvyn family stood out, maneuvering a large hovering platform laden with Mining Guild technology. The siblings, Pax and Kael, worked in unison, the platform gliding smoothly between booths showcasing cutting-edge industrial and military innovations.

Walking beside them was Beta Zero, the synthetic undercover identity of Astrid Kurosaki. Her stoic demeanor contrasted with Pax’s lively personality, which shone even as she grumbled with a touch of humor. “The others from the Guild Frontier Team have already made it to our booth and left us to lug all this tech. Meanwhile, Rocko gets to snooze in his emitter!” Pax quipped, rolling her eyes as her arms guided the platform.

Kael let out a lighthearted chuckle. “Rocko knows how to pick his battles,” he replied, adjusting his grip on the edge of the platform. “But hey, it’s part of the fun, right?”
Beta Zero’s voice chimed in, calm but directive. “Don’t worry, Pax. Remember, our mascot will be walking alongside you soon enough. You're the face of this operation—our attention seeker. Take this as an opportunity to explore the expo, check out other booths, and, most importantly, guide visitors to the Mining Guild’s exhibit. Rocko will make sure you draw a crowd.”

Pax sighed but couldn’t suppress a small grin. “Fine, but he better do more than just look cute this time,” she muttered, already planning her route to scout the hall and mingle with potential visitors.

The trio finally arrived at the Mining Guild's booth, a spacious and well-designed space featuring banners and interactive displays meant to draw in curious onlookers. The large hovering platform came to a stop, and the team immediately got to work unloading the advanced equipment. Among the first pieces to be set up was the Helix Dynamo Core, an imposing device with sleek, polished surfaces and glowing conduits that pulsed faintly with energy.

Kael stood back for a moment, observing as the others positioned the core on a raised platform designed to highlight its advanced engineering. He turned to Beta Zero, his brow furrowed in curiosity. “So, that thing's the Helix Dynamo Core, right? It’s our primary power tech? The one that uses plasma and ions to generate energy?”
Beta Zero, ever patient and composed, nodded. “Correct. The Helix Dynamo Core is one of our flagship technologies. It’s designed to provide a stable and efficient power source, even in extreme environments. It uses a dual-stage process to ionize plasma and channel it through an electromagnetic field, ensuring minimal energy loss and maximum output. It’s a cornerstone of the Mining Guild’s operations.”

Kael whistled, clearly impressed. “Makes sense why it’s the centerpiece of our booth. That’s some cutting-edge stuff.”
As the team continued setting up, Pax turned her attention to a smaller device she had been carrying—a sleek emitter that housed Rocko, the Mining Guild’s holographic mascot. She grinned mischievously as she pressed a button on the device. The emitter floated upward, its surface glowing faintly before projecting a bright, animated image of Rocko.

The hologram sprang to life, taking the form of a cheerful and slightly exaggerated prospector, complete with a wide-brimmed hat, a pickaxe slung over one shoulder, and an eager grin. Rocko’s voice, upbeat and inviting, echoed through the booth. “Howdy, folks! Welcome to the Mining Guild! Let me show ya the future of frontier technology!”
Pax laughed, stepping back to admire the display. “There we go. That oughta grab some attention.”

Beta Zero glanced at the holographic figure, her synthetic mind already running calculations on its effectiveness in drawing visitors. “He’s certainly engaging. Pax, remember to use Rocko as a conversation starter. His design is meant to represent our approachable, frontier spirit. You’ll need to channel that energy.”

Pax mock-saluted with a grin. “Yes, ma’am! I’ll make sure everyone knows where to find the coolest booth at the expo.”

Kael shook his head with a chuckle. “Let’s hope Rocko doesn’t steal all the spotlight. We’re the ones doing the heavy lifting here.”

As the booth came alive with activity, Pax adjusted her gear and gave a mock salute to her brother and Beta Zero. “Alright, Rocko and I are off to work our magic. Don’t miss us too much while we’re out being the life of this expo,” she teased with a grin.

Rocko’s holographic projection beamed beside her, the cheerful prospector tipping his hat. “Let’s round up some curious minds and guide ’em back here!”
Beta Zero watched them go, her synthetic gaze unblinking as her mind calculated probabilities and potential risks. She turned toward a figure standing silently near the edge of the booth—a sleek, angular robot from the Mining Guild’s Defender Series, designated Edge 41. Its matte black plating and compact frame made it an ideal candidate for stealth operations.

“Edge 41,” Beta Zero began, her voice even but commanding, “your assignment is to follow Pax and Rocko. Engage stealth mode and remain unseen. Your primary objective is their safety. Secondary objective: keep them out of trouble.”

The robot’s sensors flickered briefly, acknowledging the command. Without a sound, its form shimmered faintly as it activated its stealth systems, blending seamlessly into the background. The subtle hum of its processors faded as it moved to trail Pax and Rocko, maintaining a safe but discreet distance.

Beta Zero turned back to Kael and the rest of the team, her expression neutral. “With Edge 41 in place, they’ll be secure. Now, let’s ensure our booth remains the highlight of this expo.”

Kael smirked. “Pax? Out of trouble? That’s asking a lot, even with a stealth bot watching her.”

Beta Zero’s lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smile. “Which is why Edge 41 will be there. Let’s hope we won’t need its intervention.”

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Pax and Rocko with a hidden Patroler unit in tow, explored the expo, though they stopped at the Escape Pods display. Pax tilted her head, her arms crossed over her chest, ignoring the breeze on her form as she pondered the implications. “Might be worth exploring.” she said to herself.

 

[Sosina]

As the Mining guild booth was set up, they would eventually come upon some oddly marked boxes, though anyone from the mining guild would recognize the markings, however considering how things had been stacked around them the markings hadn't been visible till just now. and one started to wriggle about before the top popped open and a nose poked out and wriggled a bit before out popped the head of a D3 that seemed to be very mole like with the nose and fine layer of fur. Blinking a bit Auger looked around and spotted Beta Zero and Kael and waved one of her clawed hands at them before crawling out of the box and scooting over to them.

Much like Rocko who she tended to share an aesthetic with Auger had on an old Prospectors outfit, she sniffed a bit and looked around not seeing her partner and she looked a bit confused before she held out an old fashioned wooden sign that read "Where Rocko?" the sign of course was much more technological then it first appeared, it was just made to look the way it was to add to the old time prospector aesthetic, it had a little key pad in the handle that Auger used to type in what was displayed on the sign.

But before the two could answer Auger caught a glimpse of Rocko Walking off she she waved to the two she was just talking with and took off after Rocko, weaving through the crowd with the sign held high with the words "Rocko wait up!" on it thankfully the sign helped clear a path since people could see it rather easily.

Meanwhile the other boxes started to wriggle and a few more D3 started to pop out, having finally woken up from their naps, they looked around and realized there was work to be done and so they hopped out and closed their boxes and saluting as they gathered near Beta Zero and Kael, a Still sleepy D4 in tow "Mm... morning... we are ready to work..." the D4 mumbled still clearly sleepy, this was in fact Blinky, the D4 that looked over the little group of D3 that had been assigned to help with the expo.

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Auger managed to regroup with Pax and Rocko falling into step beside them and waving to them while the sign she held read "Hello sorry for sleeping in!". the D3 had been busy packing everything up for the expo and had thought they would wake up before to help more with the unpacking and setting up but clearly they had all over slept.

 

[GingerGlitch]

Aekara Tenui was hustling to get the last bits of Lo'ken Institute's set up perfect. This was their first time at the trade show and she wanted to make a good impression. At the very least she hoped for things to not be an utter failure. Despite all this she was still very calm and excited about the adventure of it all. They had a special licensing deal with the United Norian Imperium that had come through just in time to get some last minute developments made.

These last minute developments were a project that Aekara was very passionate about. They had just enough time to make a couple of prototypes for the trade show. Norian blood is very acidic, it would eat through most things that it comes into contact with. However, if Norians are in need of surgery or another form of medical care that involved their blood coming into contact with something there was little to no options available in Yamatai. That is, until now.

Thanks to U.N.I's license allowing Lo'ken to make L'ulorsha Weave in addition to a cost drop in niranium a series of medical applications were developed. A medical drape in various sized made out of L'ulorsha weave. Its purpose would be to prevent norian blood from eating away at surfaces it came into contact with. If it were placed over a surgical table, a treatment bed or any surface the unique qualities of the fabric would prevent damage to any surface underneath. In addition to this initial development there were others involving the L'ulorsha's medical applications, but those were not quite ready to bring to this event. Niranium suture needles and scalpels had become less cost prohibitive with the change in trade policy, which had made it easier for Lo'ken to produce them. Nthaulo hospital had partnered with Lo'ken for the project sending one of their representatives to assist with demonstration

 

[demibear]

Pavilion C12, Exhibition Hall

The hum of the bustling crowd and the distant chatter of eager presenters filled the sprawling exhibition space. Hiroshiko moved with a measured, purposeful stride—habitual from years in the Star Army—though there was an undeniable air of casual curiosity in her violet eyes. She had attended the expo more as a distraction than anything else; she was still waiting for confirmation of her transition to the Rikugun as a combat engineer. From the very first time one helped her shut down the aether reactor of the doomed YSS Dawn Hammer, she knew she was meant to be a ground pounder.

Her gaze wandered over holo-displays, product demonstrations, and innovative prototypes—cutting-edge developments that even a seasoned technician like herself couldn’t help but admire. She paused near a particularly lively pavilion for the Athena Foundation, showcasing a number of scientific breakthroughs and products they were publicly disclosing.

A volumetric display caught her eye, a fascinating visualization of a textile made of adaptive nanoweave deforming under pressure and instantaneously reforming. Hiroshiko narrowed her gaze slightly, muttering to herself:
“Interesting. Adaptive lattice reconfiguration... nanofibers integrated with a means to actuate it. I wonder what stress tolerances it has been tested up to...”

Her analytical thoughts evaporated the moment she spotted another presentation: Prometheus Type Clone Body. The volumetric graphic displayed the eerie simplicity of a "spare" body—androgynous, and unmistakably engineered. Hiroshiko’s attention snapped to the information scrolling beside it:

“20-minute finalization… osteoplastic bones… single 'super' X chromosome…”

She stiffened. It wasn’t a secret that the Nepleslian Reds’ clone production lagged far behind other factions like the Yamataians with their Hemosynthetic Reconstruction Tubes. But it looked like they were starting to address that issue from the looks it.

“Twenty minutes?” Hiroshiko muttered, the skepticism evident in her tone.

“Fast, isn’t it?”

Hiroshiko turned her head to see a bespectacled representative of the Athena Foundation, a small blonde woman with a clipboard who had been lingering nearby. Her polite smile barely hid the confidence behind it.

“Twenty minutes to finalize a fully customized clone and ready for deployment. All thanks to our breakthroughs with AquaGenesis Fluid and nanite-guided neural formation,” the representative explained.

Hiroshiko hadn't the slightly clue what the woman was even talking about beyond the word neural. She was a starship technician, not a medic or a science officer. She just merely smiled and merely waved her hand to signal she wasn't a buyer.

"Well if there is anything you wish to know about the Prometheus Type or anything else about the Athena Foundation, just let me know." the woman said, clearly seeing that Hiroshiko did not wish to engage in further conversation. Once she was gone, Hiroshiko breathed a sigh of relief that she didn't have to embarrass herself trying to sound intelligent in subjects she had only passing knowledge of.

She decided to return to the flow of the crowd to see what else the Expo had to offer. She briefly looked at the food stall Skadi Nutrition Systems had set up to showcase their Biosynth Protein products, but she made a hard pass when she saw what could only be described as gunhund chow.

"How could the Reds tolerate that crap?" she said to herself as she continued walking past it. Looking to the right, she thought she saw a kid walking around with a wooden sign. But when she did a double take, the individual was already gone. Must have been the wind playing tricks on the eyes again.

She finally arrived at Nepleslian Research and Manufacturing's (NRM) portion of the exhibition hall. The NRM pavilion was bustling with curious onlookers, most of them eyeing the various prototypes and scaled mock-ups on display. The Last Hope Series Escape Pods easily stole Hiroshiko's attention. Their sleek, utilitarian designs exuded the kind of rugged practicality that appealed to the Nepleslian spirit she first learned during her time in the Imperium.

"Heh, I wonder where they got the idea for these from?" Hiroshiko muttered as she approached, mocking at its similarity with the scapegoat escape pod if you vastly simplify the design and add a heatshield on the top.

She caught the same recorded presentation while overhearing something about “smaller profiles for stealthy deployment” and “automated life support redundancies.” But Hiroshiko’s attention drifted from the marketing jargon to the pods themselves. Her technician’s eye immediately began assessing the layout of the exterior panels, noting where maintenance hatches, docking clamps, and ejection vents were placed.

"Two-man capacity… modular survival kits…" she murmured, wishing she could run a hand along the outer shell of the Type A pod.

“Impressed?”

Hiroshiko turned to see a tall man in a well-pressed onyx suit approaching with an easy confidence. His name badge read Ryoji Tanaka – NRM Representative. The man’s sharp gaze bounced between Hiroshiko and the other curious attendees at his area—a young woman with pink hair and a similar air of quiet investigation, whom Hiroshiko vaguely recognized from earlier. Probably another Star Army techie or officer, Hiroshiko guessed. Then there was the pair of individuals that really drew his attention: Pax and Rocko. He couldn't tell if he was being pranked again or they were employees of another company curious to what NRM was up to. He was leaning towards the latter since he was aware the Mining Guild was at the expo. He quickly pushed his curiosity to the back of his mind as he maintained his professional demeanor.

“I was wondering when someone would really start paying attention to these beauties,” Ryoji continued, addressing everyone in front of him. He then gestured towards the volumetric escape pods like a proud father. “The Last Hope series is the result of years of hardwork to develop a survival system without mentally backing up individuals as the first option. If you wanted to do that, why even escape?”

Hiroshiko raised an eyebrow, folding her arms across her chest. “Escape pods are escape pods, especially the Scapegoat you have taken a lot of inspiration from. Why so fancy?”

Ryoji grinned as if she’d asked the perfect question. “Fair point. The scapegoat is bulky, slow, and easy for an enemy to pick off. These aren’t like those.” He pointed towards the volumetrics. “The Last Hope uses kimiurim for better heat shielding for unpowered atmospheric reentry. In order to ensure its survival long enough to enter atmosphere, the hull is treated with a layer of a stealth alloy and mass mesher EM sensor evasion. Modular interiors allow us to fit anything from med-bay capsules to cryo-suspension units, and—get this—we’ve integrated a Prometheus-compatible storage chamber.”

That last point made Hiroshiko stop. “Prometheus-compatible? You mean the spares the Athena Foundation is making?”

Ryoji’s grin widened, he briefly looked at Sayuri or the Mining Guild pair to see if any of them were going to interject before answering. “You heard right. If you’re out of backup options, the pod can deploy a Prometheus Type ‘spare.’ It’s a lot easier to hide a pod like this when you don’t have to design it around space for conscious evacuees. But we still prefer the option of maximum survival though.”

@Andrew @Charaa

 

[demibear]

Dr. Naomi Hasegawa stood near the entrance of the Advancer Enterprises booth, its sleek design glowing with the soft hum of cutting-edge technology on display. The centerpiece of the booth, a towering holographic projection showcasing the potential of the mobility skin, pulsed gently as smaller stations demonstrated products like NRM licensed BioSynth Proteins and DaphNE OS in interactive, hands-on exhibits.

Her assistants were busy greeting visitors and guiding them through the various demonstrations. Naomi gave a quick glance to ensure everything was running smoothly, then turned to one of her senior aides, a young professional in a tailored suit.

“Ensure that we maintain engagement on all fronts,” she instructed, her voice crisp but not harsh. “Highlight the medical applications of Adaptive Nanoweave and TheraGel prominently; the right connections could come from any direction today. If anyone needs my input, connect them to me via holo-link.”

With that, she adjusted the cuff of her suit, the material subtly shifting to a deeper shade of blue as she prepared to step out of the booth. “I’ll be back shortly. There’s someone I need to meet. Keep things running seamlessly.”

Leaving the booth in capable hands, she moved purposefully toward the Lo'ken Institute setup, ready to engage Aekara Tenui with her characteristic blend of charm and professionalism.

She approached the Lo'ken Institute booth with a confident stride, her tailored suit subtly reflecting the ambient lighting of the trade show thanks to its Adaptive Nanoweave fabric. Spotting Aekara Tenui in the midst of her final preparations, Naomi offered a warm but professional smile, her voice measured and clear as she addressed her.

“Excuse me? I’m Dr. Naomi Hasegawa, Senior Vice President of Advancer Enterprises. I couldn’t help but notice your display—it’s rare to see someone working so passionately right up until the last moment. That energy speaks volumes about your commitment.”

She paused briefly, her sharp eyes scanning the prototypes on display. “L’ulorsha Weave, is it? Fascinating material. I would love to know more about it.”

@GingerGlitch

Naomi stepped closer, inspecting one of the medical drapes. Her tone shifted slightly, becoming more analytical but no less engaging

 

[demibear]

Amidst the bustling halls of the 1st Annual Kikyo Science and Trade Expo, the Fujiko Development Corporation (FDC) made its presence unmistakable. Clad in their meticulously designed Type 46 Working Uniforms, Type 46 Pullovers, or the distinguished Type 47 Civilian Servant Uniforms, FDC representatives moved with purpose. Each individual was an embodiment of professionalism, working to establish new social contacts, gather intelligence on the latest market trends, and identify technologies or products of interest to their superiors.

Among the crowd was a striking figure—a silver-haired woman wearing the Type 46 Pullover, her uniform accentuated by its blend of crisp lines and functional design. She carried herself with quiet confidence, her dark orange-red eyes scanning the bustling pavilion with keen interest. Briefly looking at Ryu Heavy Industries digitigrade bipedal Mukumi Drone and assortment of weaponry derived from their superior SAoY enhanced counterparts used by the M19 Ryoko for the sector's mecha market, her focus turned toward the Yugumo Corporation’s exhibit, where a blend of cutting-edge technology and Yamataian elegance was on full display.

Approaching the booth, she paused briefly to observe the gleaming Hoshi III Series Multi-stage Turbo Plasma Drives and the latest Orchidgear. The FDC had been reliant on Ryu Keiretsu M-Series Fusion Plasma Drives and their own developing derivative of older Zen Armaments aether technology; but there had been a growing desire to bypass the Ryu-Mizumitsu attempts to control their development and interface directly with the major corporations of the Yamatai Star Empire without the "help" of the Ryu Keiretsu. With a polite smile, she gestured toward one of the attending Yugumo representatives.

“Good day” she began, her voice even and professional, yet tinged with curiosity.

@Andrew