[h2]Banha Akiyama[/h2]
[h3]New York, Arcadia-1[/h3]

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Banha, in mission mode, wasn't the kind of person to chat on the way to a briefing. So he just confidently strode in silence towards Nova's palace, leaving Rivard to trail behind. He didn't mean to look arrogant or rude however, this was just how he was. His face was set in a blank mask but in his mind, the Batarian was thinking of everything he would need. It didn't hurt to be prepared after all. But, as he was listing ways he could convince Ruiko or Nova that bringing a rocket launcher was perfectly reasonable, he reached the Palace doors. The palace was filled with markings and scribblings, left there by forgetful Kolons. 

'They're certainly useful though.' The Batarian pushed the doors open, revealing Nova's throne room. It was quite spectacular, the Kolons knew how to build. And build fast. How they built in such a short amount of time was amazing. When the R&D Department stopped swooning at the blueprints Nova gave them, they would be scratching their heads at how such a project was completed so [i]well[/i] in moments. Shaking his head of his musings, he bowed towards Nova while keeping an eye on the aliens he was negotiating with. Deciding that he shouldn't get involved, the four-eyed alien approached Ruiko.

"Ruiko-san," Banha used honorifics in formal occasions "I believe that we were assigned a mission." He referred to the odd group. The human girl seemed like she was out of place in this world. There was no doubt that war was coming and unless she was some overpowered freak of nature, she wouldn't survive. Even he knew that getting with Nova was the only way he could survive, and that the Yakuza would continue on. The Grand Leader straightened his hakuma, then realising his pistol was still in his hands, safely tucked it away on his belt.