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"Shape denotes purpose Tegral, I'll not be marring the beauty of this station with many more pet projects. Consider your request accepted, but weigh the costs of your decisions well before coming to be again. On that nore, feel free to station your vessels at any point that is convenient to you, and to be surely readied in case our friends on the border act." KB lectured, only idly aware of Sairys. She'd already left as he turned to her, and so he shook his head and gave up on the prospect of talking to her. Maybe another time then.

KB smirked devilishly, testing his luck as the Admiral turned. "Graciously you remind me each day of who is truly in charge, and exactly why they are." He teased, turning his attention elsewhere for a moment. It might've been an insult, as Tegral seemed to have little use save designs and tactical application. Politcally Tegral was a stump, and artistically? Well, a stick in the mud of sorts.

"I'll be sure to remind Sairys and Focht that the Admiral is a very busy man and despises even the slightest of delays or interuptions." KB assured Tegral, even as his hand rose to sweep the hair back again. Once more his bangs tumbled before his eyes, annoyingly cute.

If Tegral was annoyed by KB's quirks and antics as well as those of his companions, he was likely to flip his lid with the way Hashii acted. Still, KB didn't seem the least bit disturbed by Hashii. He smiled when she approached him, enjoying the feeling of her soft, smooth skin touching his own. His arms would loop around her middle casually, under her wings as he squeezed her body close. Breathing deeply as he blushed he nuzzled his cheek into her own, his skin slightly hot to the touch where the pink enflamed his cheeks.

Hugging angels was just as good as one would expect.

The end effect of Sairys' search would be a pair of tightly sealed doors, with two heavily armed and armored robotic guards standing before them with their weapons held at a passive stance. They stared emotionlessly ahead of them, even as the doors behind hissed and suddenly pryed apart. In doing so a group of people slid out from between them, hurriedly moving to and fro in their white labcoats.

None of them really seemed to take note of the guards, nor the guards of them. Sairys to was lost to the world, as these were busy people with busy schedules. The epitome of someone who'd truly lost their lives to their work, consumed by it daily without reprieve.

Focht studied the map for a bit to get to know the layout of the station better before heading in the direction of the Gardens. He tried to stay out of the way of the other people, preferring to keep to himself. Upon reaching the gardens, his wandering lead him to a secluded spot that was pretty well isolated from view and didn't seem to have been used in awhile. He walked alittle further into the area before taking a seat and trying to relax and meditate. Anyone walking by would see him sitting quietly on the ground with no expression on his face. The truth was that meditation escaped him, something was right and scenes from his dreams kept repeating in his mind.

After an hour or so of just sitting there, something along the lines of a revelation occurred for him. He needed to get back to the Dojo as soon as possible. Focht got up and dusted himself off before heading toward the shuttle bays, hoping that there wouldn't be any problems. Upon arrival, he looked around for someone who seemed to be in-charge and waited until there wasn't anyone immediately grabbing their attention.

"Excuse me, I need to get back down to the surface."

The supervisor would take moment to look Focht up and down, before nodding. His registry had just verified the man as one of their diplomatic additions, and under the care of their new commander Sairys they were to afford her guest any luxury possible. Of course the supervisor assumed this meant Focht was banging someone important, but whatever the case. "Sure thing. We've got a supply frigate drawing up here shortly to unload some Heritage data chips. After that it'll be running back down to the Grave, you can hitch a ride back if you'd like. It'll be a few hours though." He offered, checking his busy checklist on his PDA-like datapad.

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Kassatsu would find himsel stowed away in the cargo compartment of a shuttle, as expected. It would take an hour or so for the shuttle to prepare, before the thing finnally sealed up and pressureized. The thing began to move into position, then the engines burst to life loudly. The thing would shake and rattle as it barrelled along, the seating in the cargo hold not that great. There was no luxury afforded there even at the steep incline, the creates locked into place. Anything not firmly held down or holding on would be tumbling backwards as the shuttle made the harsh incline.

And then after an hour or so the gentle lull of space enshrouded the vessel. It drew close tot he Cradle, before promptly docking. The crew would then proceed to crack open the sealed doors and remove the cargo, seemingly unaware of the man inside. Considering the stowaway lacked access to the pilots, it was likely he'd be a bit jumbled.