"How have you been? Haven't been able to talk to your properly while we were deployed in battle." He asks, looking at the storm ahead, a single lightning striking from it, its rumble reaching them several seconds later.

"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.

"Beklaand." he muttered under his breath while sipping at the tea, looking up at the storm, and feeling the wind blow at his face. "Do you have something else scheduled for our entertainment while we look at the storm?"

"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."

Denak listens closely to Galm's explanation, drinking down the rest of the tea given to him, looking off into the distance, the lightning slowly getting closer to the three. "Well, it seems that everyone suffering from this, disorder, experiences it in a different way. I've been trying to just not think about it, focus on something else."

Denak grins a little at Galm's reply, continuing to quietly sip at his tea and nodding. He muttered a few more words in Intaki, and making sure he couldn't understand a bit of it. Even if he did, his grin showed his good spirit. "P'fogatah calamulav ulp'vadah."

Denak listens closely to Galm's explanation, drinking down the rest of the tea given to him, looking off into the distance, the lightning slowly getting closer to the three. "Well, it seems that everyone suffering from this, disorder, experiences it in a different way. I've been trying to just not think about it, focus on something else."

"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."

"Why fight? We have a banquet laid before us: foes without limit, challengers without end, continual opportunities to test and hone ourselves-- to seek our perfection as blades, and earn our living thereby. We don't even have to set up a gate camp. They come to us, spoiling for the challenge. And if pain ... is to be the price of failure ... then that is all the more reason not to fail."

"The question is how to keep that existence from becoming ... something empty, something self-indulgent. A perfect sword with no hand to wield it is a useless thing, or worse than useless: cursed.

"How can I be what I am, without bringing further shame upon my soul? That is the question that haunts me. I require no special reason to slay my fellows. ... But what worth will my existence have?" Her eyes wander back over to the fish pond, and the more gently-rising steam.

"Undirected, a creature who loves destruction is nothing but a blight."

Denak catches the datapad with one hand once it was tossed to him, examining the information about Eos corporation in it. He was well aware of the corporation, he has had multiple encounters with their CEO Ammos Gravit. "Yes, his name is Ammos Gravit. If that is your choice on corporations then go ahead, I'm sure you'll fit well there." He ponders out loud, before passing the datapad over to Yun Hee, finishing the rest of his tea.

He couldn't help put perk an eyebrow when Galm leaned over the balcony and completely soak his upper body, confused even more when he talked about him and Yun joining Galm. "I'm not sure I understand what you're asking." He notes as he stood back on his feet from the ground, placing his empty teacup on the tray and brushing his outfit from dust.

["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."

"And what are the terms of this contract? What am I supposed to do if I sign it?" he asks, crossing his leg over the other while leaning against the table, before speaking up again: "I don't really have good experiences with Ammos from several encounters and discussions with him, forgive me if I'm a little doubtful."

"Oh?"

Galm takes another sip from his tea.

"That is rather odd... I know little about the man. He offered me a contract and asked me to request the help of other mercenaries in the summit. You don't suppose I have been played, do you?"

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

Galm points to Denak to emphasize Kalamari's point.

"Exactly. He isn't the sort of man who likes to share his plans. All I know was that I would be conducting defense operations against pirate attacks. He provided little information beyond that. I haven't responded to his offer as of yet, so thankfully I am not committed to Eos."