[color=gray][center][color=92278f][h1]✿ Tomoe Gozen ✿[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
[b]ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴏɴ ɢᴀɪꜱʜᴀ, ʜᴀᴋᴜᴛᴏ, ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ[/b]

Tomoe was familiar with the planet she was currently on. While her unit had never actively fought in the battles that eventually took the planet, she had read the news regarding the victory... Hell, which Date citizen hadn't? It was a monumental victory for the Date Dragons. It was supposed to be quite the gorgeous planet, not that she was there for sight-seeing, nor had she really the opportunity given that she had only spend time in the seedy underbelly of the sprawling city

Within the unruly tavern, Tomoe's attention was focused on the tablet she had nicked from someone. Anger was already starting to rise as she tapped the device a little more roughly than it was intended for. She had always hated these devices, they simply never did what she wanted to do! News report after news report filled the small screen, the stark light illuminating her face, half of it shrouded in the respirator; the angle caused even her eyes to appear as if they were a crimson red.

[color=92278f]"Fucking bastard, where are you..."[/color] She murmured under her voice as she tried everything she could to find any sort of mention regarding Taishi Maruhito. She knew it was a quest done in vain, as the man was notoriously shy when it came to the media, preferring to let others take the 'media-glory' as he put it. Hell, even the OP that went so wrong for her wasn't mentioned. As far as the Date news was concerned, she and her men simply never existed.

With a huff, she tossed the tablet onto the table and leaned back in her crummy seat as a spectacle escalated inside the bar. Some white haired girl was fighting off some local ruffians, making quite quick work of them as well. The enormous Nodachi caught Tomoe's attention though, it wasnt the type of blade you saw very often; especially on the more petite figures like the girl. Still, the girl wielded the sword with experience; it wasn't just a showpiece.

As the girl riffled through the men's pockets, Tomoe noticed something else that caught her eyes. There was a figure standing off to the side, near the entrance of the bar. At first Tomoe wasnt quite sure what it was that caught her eye, but then it hit. The stance, the clothing, everything was just off enough to make it [i]look[/i] like he belonged here; yet couldn't quite figure out how to make it work. In other words, the man was a fake. Light refracted from the man's hand, an obvious, but expensive looking prosthetic... One of it's fingers bearing the NobuZai mark.

It was strange enough to see a person like that here, let alone a NobuZai agent. Were they onto her? There was a pretty substantial bounty on her head after she'd left one of their cruisers adrift in space... It would take months, if not years, to get that thing back into action again. No doubt the NobuZai were out for her blood.

Pushing herself up off her seat, she planned to confront the man. It was the most straight forward way of getting any information. Yet the moment Tomoe stood up, the man slinked away. Quickly disappearing into the busy street. [color=92278f]"Oi... Oi!"[/color] Tomoe called out, roughly pushing her way past the patrons, including the white haired girl with the Nodachi, as she rushed into the busy streets in an attempt to catch up to the mysterious figure.
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