"Ah-- Mr. Kalamari." Yun Hee rises from her seat and bows. "We were just having a storm-viewing party of sorts." She pauses.

"We may need another pot of tea."

Galm repositions his cap and begins to walk back to the offices.

"Spiced Intaki I presume?" he shouts over his shoulder.

"Increasingly lucid. Increasingly comfortable with my place. Exceedingly pleased to have an easier time persuading corpmates to join the war our corporation nominally exists to fight."

She sips her tea, again grimacing slightly.

"Pleased with our progress in the community. Pleased with the preliminary indications that perhaps we are not subject to short-term influence by the Black. Amused at Fae-haan's eye for detail and capacity for reading between lines."

Another sip.

"... mildly disappointed that I don't seem to have instantly picked up a fondness for kresh leaf tea. Perhaps it's a developed taste.

"Yourself?"

The two could hear Fae coming before they saw him. A soft jingle of various dishes clanking against a metal tray echoed through the gardens. The clones' augmented hearing is all that allows them to hear Galm mutter a maelstrom of profanities in frustration while he tries to balance everything on the plater. When he finally arrives to the balcony though he is beaming, proud of himself for being a good host. The dishes appear to be all handcrafted and fired in glossy earthtones. The different cups, teapots, and containers hold all the tea, cream, honey, and any other fixings a guest might need.

Galm makes his way back to the pot of kresh and pours himself another cup, opting to stand up so Denak may have a seat.

"Khotey ki aulda," Galm fires back, not missing a beat. He points at his ears, smiling as his eyes once again glow bright gold.

"Augmented hearing, remember? And if my mother taught me anything about her culture, it was the vulgarities that stuck with me. All in good humor I suppose though. After all, I have been called worse. Which brings me to the topic at hand."

He reaches for his cup of tea before retracting his blistered hand and picking the drink up with the other one instead.

"This whole business about 'going 514.' I feel it is safe to say that all three of us suffer from some mind shattering ailment. Though I suspect not all in the same way."

He glances at Ryeon, seeming more sympathetic than inquisitive.

"I've been trying to wrap my head around all of this for a while now, which might help explain my current... absentmindedness."

"My thoughts exactly. When I signed on with BetaMax I was focused on one priority; to run and never look back. I was a fool for thinking that would work. My time in Guardian Solutions has kept me out of the world's spotlight for the most part and kept me busy with deployments. Always moving, always fighting, always running. Recently I found myself asking what my reason to fight was. I couldn't come up with an answer."

He takes a sip of his kresh, eyes pointed at Denak but looking right through him.

"I can't recall what I was running from anymore. And the more I think about it the more I am starting to wonder if I ever had a reason to run in the first place or if the mood just struck me. What I really need is a reason to fight. I can talk about potentially changing the course of history for the rest of eternity, but until I find a noble cause to throw myself behind... Or rather in front of... Then every death I experience is pointless. Spirits, maybe moving a planet or saving a nation won't make my condition go away, but it is sure to keep my mind off it."

["I want you to enlist onto this contract with me. Ammos informed me that any other mercenaries I bring on board will receive the same pay I will get out of this contract, plus a two percent bonus. It would mean a lot to me, kirjuun."

Galm pulls his cap back and runs his fingers through his wet hair, combing it slightly to the left.

"It has been too long since I have been able to feel the rain on my face, forgive me. Separation makes the heart grow fonder, as they say."

"He isn't asking anyone to join Eos, just to sign up as a business contact for missions in the future. I had actually considered signing up with Dead Six after completing this mission for Ammos as a matter of fact... If you would have me. I might be a mercenary, but I still love my State."

"Well ... has he made any specific remarks about his intentions once he's gathered this merry band?"

Denak was curious upon seeing Sawdeth even long before he was even noticed. Sawdeth replied with a formal greeting.

"I've been to these Summits many times in the past, Mr. Kalamari. All I am allowed to say is these summits is where leaders of the four nations try to settle things or play the blaming game. I asked my commanding officer if I could be excused from this current summit."

Right as Sawdeth was about to finish he'd noticed something strange about Denak Kalamari, maybe a familiar face he'd seen years ago.

"As I've been through countless battles, many casualties on both fronts. I'm beginning to think and believe that we were once human souls upon volunteering for the program. Two years ago I signed up for the top secret Templar One Program, I didn't like what I've seen and done. One thing I will add is we are being watched on every vantage point."

Then two CONCORD officers walk by while Sawdeth gave them a deep grin while the two officers are laughing about themselves as they walk to the other room.

"Be careful what you wish for, you might receive it."

Then Sawdeth walks away and goes back on patrol.

"CONCORD officers!" Galm shouts as he bursts out of his office, struggling to properly button his uniform and adjust his cap.

He marches up to Denak.

"Yo," he greets informally, slapping a pair of aviators in front of his golden augmented eyes, "I got a buzz from the security AI that CONCORD agents were in here a moment ago. Any idea what they were doing? Were they looking for anything?"

His Intaki has improved considerably since the two had last spoken.

Galm pivots in place once again to face Denak, caught between a comical fusion of a dance spin and a military marching stance. He regains his balanced and bows quickly to his Intaki friend. He never takes his hand off where his pistol would be and seems like he is still watching Sawdeth from the corner of his eye.

"That may be true, but I would rather avoid as much contact with CONCORD officers in this temple as possible. We wouldn't want them snooping about in a Kaalakiota outpost, would we? They can come in here to pray, but if they start asking too many questions I'd hope everyone knows to keep silent about whatever they may or may not know, you know?"

Galm takes his hand off his belt, deciding that if Sawdeth wanted him dead he'd be biomass by now. He stands between the two men, now speaking to both of them.

"I store my leisure clones here along with some light military assets when I am away on deployment. I wouldn't want either tampered with while I'm clonejumping across the stars."

Galm tucks his uniform in, muttering to himself silently in Napanii.