Kurayami was always ne to let tech advance as it would and take advantage of the race that pervaded the galaxy. The arms race between major factions who wanted nothing more than to see one another as a footnote in the annals of history did great things for the march of wartime tech, especially his favored area, starships and their myriad of components. Any peace won through war was at best a pyrrhic victory that would soon be gone, swallowed by the ever slavering maw of chaotic violence that was at best a repressed urge of sentients the galaxy over. He scoffed at the thought the he fought for anything more than freedom once or that he still did. At least he told others he did, and he was damn good at knowing what people needed to hear. Then again when everyone considered you no more than the drunken lout who never paid attention and was only good to either kiil something, fly something, or screw everything up in one fell swoop...well it got a lot easier to find out what everyone expected of those around them if you ever had to play a different role.
Dressed as one would expect in his faded flight jacket with many markings from all over the galaxy and just as many, if not more, factions, olive tee shirt, black slacks with first class bloodstripes, and well worn combat boots, polished to as much of a shine as could be goaded out of them still. In his left hand hung what at fist glance could have easily been mistaken for an old First order flight helmet. Where exactly that came from would depend on who asked. Today though, such questions were unlikely as his meeting was with
Ethanael Halscott
, who may as well have been his nephew. Poor kid. At least this meeting was in a professional setting so Kurayami had to play nice and that would save Ethan more than a few headaches most likely.
When he entered the designated room and took in the scenery he could understand why he had been asked to play nice, this would be expensive furniture to replace, not like the bars where he was used to doing deals. A bottle of soju just for him? Fancy. Once he finished taking everything in he set the helmet down on the table gently and offered a small nod and smile in return with his greeting.
"Mr. Halscott. It is good to see you again as well. I am ready to begin whenever you are."
He pulled a datapad from his jacket to take notes and adjust designs as needed based on what intel they were able to gather.