27:- Meeting

Ichiro rushed to the cockpit of Barbatos, his concern evident on his face. "Mika, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Mikazuki, still in his cockpit, turned to look at Ichiro, his expression stoic as ever. "I'm fine," he replied curtly.

Ichiro let out a sigh of relief. "You weren't responding when I was guiding you back to the ship. I got worried."

Mikazuki gave a small nod, understanding Ichiro's concern. "Sorry, I was focused on other things."

Ichiro chuckled, a mixture of relief and exasperation. "You always are, Mika. But I'm glad you're okay."

Mikazuki's lips curved into a faint smile, a rare sight. "Thanks, Ichiro."

With the reassurance that Mikazuki was unharmed, Ichiro felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

Ichiro extended his hand toward Mikazuki, a gesture of help and camaraderie. Mikazuki reached out and grasped Ichiro's hand firmly, allowing himself to be helped out of the cockpit.

Mikazuki turned to Ichiro. "We need to disconnect the Alaya-Vijnana system, Dumboo" he stated jokingly.\

Ichiro hit himself in the head and nodded in understanding, realizing the procedure. He reached out to the interface port on the back of Mikazuki's neck and carefully disconnected the Alaya-Vijnana interface cables. It was a delicate process, but Ichiro had done it many times before.

As the cables detached, Mikazuki took a deep breath, feeling the sudden disconnect from the Gundam's systems. It was always a strange sensation, like regaining a part of himself that had been temporarily borrowed.

"Thanks, Ichiro," Mikazuki said, his tone appreciative.

Ichiro gave a reassuring pat on Mikazuki's shoulder. "Anytime, Mika.

Takaki's arrival at the harbor was met with a sense of urgency. He approached Mikazuki and Ichiro, who were busy with their mobile suits.

"Takaki, what's going on?" Ichiro inquired, noticing the anxious look on Takaki's face.

Takaki caught his breath before responding. "Orga, Eugene, Kudelia, and Biscuit are heading to the Turbines' ship for negotiations. They need to secure our passage to Earth. You guys should come too."

Mikazuki, clearly drained from the previous battle, spoke up. "I'm exhausted, Takaki. Ichiro can handle it."

Ichiro nodded in agreement, knowing that his brother needed rest. "Mika's right. I'll go ."

As they parted ways, Ichiro made his way to the rendezvous point where Orga and the others were waiting. As ichiro was going to Orga and others he meets Bladwin he asks Bladwin to tag along with him.

As Ichiro and Bladwin made their way to join Orga and the others, Bladwin couldn't help but admire the changes Ichiro had made to his mobile suit.

Bladwin began, "I have to say, you've made your previous mobile suit unrecognizable. The upgrades you've done are pretty impressive."

Ichiro grinned, appreciating the compliment. "Thanks, Bladwin. I wanted to make sure it could keep up with the rest of Tekkadan."

Bladwin chuckled, shaking his head. "You're not just keeping up, my friend. You're setting the pace. You're an amazing pilot, much better than me, that's for sure. I watched you in that last battle. You were like a beast, rampaging through the flesh of your prey."

Ichiro's modesty showed as he replied, "I still have a lot to learn, Bladwin. But I'm always trying to improve. We all are."

Bladwin patted Ichiro on the back, a gesture of camaraderie. "Well, keep it up, Ichiro. You're an asset to Tekkadan, and it's an honor to fight alongside you."

Ichiro nodded, grateful for Bladwin's support. "Likewise, Bladwin. We'll get through this together."

With renewed determination, they continued on their way, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead as members of Tekkadan.

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The meeting room was bathed in a deep shade of red, with its walls and maroon carpet exuding an air of opulence. Naze and Amida, the leaders of the Turbines, occupied a comfortable couch, while a well-appointed table displayed an array of biscuits and steaming cups of tea. Seated across from them were Kudelia and Orga, their expressions a mix of determination and curiosity. Behind them, Eugene and Biscuit assumed a protective stance, resembling vigilant bodyguards.

Ichiro, resplendent in his regal demeanor, sat perpendicular to the others on a lavish couch, exuding an air of authority. Standing behind him, Bladwin cut an imposing figure, dressed in a distinctive white and black cape that concealed his body and a helmet shrouding his face, a departure from the typical black attire. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the pivotal negotiations were about to begin.

The girl from the Turbines gracefully filled the cups with fragrant tea, her movements as fluid as a dancer's. Naze, the leader of the Turbines, took the initiative, his voice carrying a formal tone as he addressed the gathering.

"Maruba will be sent to one of our mining satellites," he began, his eyes unwavering as he met Orga's gaze, "where he will remain until he pays the cost of all this."

Orga, sitting across from Naze, exuded an air of indifference that thinly veiled his seething resentment toward Maruba. He responded in a formal tone, his voice carrying a note of disdain. "He rot there for all I care. It's your call ."

The girl deftly filled Ichiro's cup, and he raised it to his lips, taking a sip to taste the tea's flavor. Meanwhile, Orga, noting the conspicuous absence of men among the Turbines' crew, couldn't help but voice his curiosity.

Orga's inquiry was straightforward and carried a hint of bemusement. "I've noticed that there are only women on this ship. What's the story behind that?"

Naze, a playful smile dancing on his lips, chuckled heartily as he lifted his own cup. He explained with a lighthearted tone, "Well, wherever I go, my harem follows. These women are all bound to me, sworn members of the Turbines."

His revelation left the Tekkadan members in a state of shock. Biscuit stuttered out his disbelief, struggling to come to terms with the unexpected information. Kudelia, equally taken aback, couldn't help but voice her incredulity. "You mean they're all your... wives?"

Naze continued with a hearty laugh, "Well, you could say that. We've got a whole bunch of children now too."

Ichiro couldn't resist the opportunity, grinning as he playfully remarked, "Man, you sure have an incredible stamina. Any secrets you're willing to share?"

Naze laughed heartily at Ichiro's comment, appreciating the joviality. Naze, still chuckling, leaned back comfortably, maintaining the air of a charming host. He chuckled heartily, saying, "Ah, that's top secret, my friend." But it seemed that Ichiro's presence had caught the attention of Amida, and she couldn't help but express her admiration. With a hint of surprise in her voice, she asked, "Who's the pilot of Tekkadan's black mobile suit?"

Ichiro, still sporting his mischievous smile, replied proudly, "That would be me."

Amida, her gaze now fixed on Ichiro, couldn't help but commend his strength. "Kid, you're really something," she said, though she initially thought the skilled pilot might have been the person standing behind Ichiro.

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