Yokohama Station - Major Outbound Trade Post
Miur System
Curwin-Controlled Space
the Curwin. Fewer still who did walked the path of the Red Enso Society. Curwin tended to join the society only when pressganged, forced into service by their state to meet the levee the Curwin had committed to the Sangha Council to flesh out the society's numbers. Still, there were exceptions to prove every rule.
Satoshi Vega was one such example. He had come to the station by way of Exodeen, which was itself the connecting flight between here and the nearest MSA facility, which had been the Jovian orbital shipyard at Muona Kentaro. But then, Sohei-Pilots rarely travelled independantly,
especially with their machines in tow. But Vega had arrived with his customised ZS-222 "Zenith Ten" tucked away into a container, and wore, at his hip, an extravagance almost unnoticeable to most - a proper Sohei Pilot Module. Pilot Modules were rare enough tech to begin with, but the variety used for piloting MAP-patterned mechs were pretty tightly restricted, limited only to the use of the Sohei, and not merely by law.
Pilot Modules were among a very short list of technologies the Mujin-Aligned cultures referred to collectively as Satori Yosegi - ancient technologies from a bygone age whose manufacture yet survived. The common thread among all examples of SY technology was the pseudomonasticism required to efficiently enter the right mental state to enter a union with the devices's neurolattice - a level of dedication usually found only in those suited to the specific roles of the device. Added to that, Yosegi technology was rare - the technologists to craft it highly specialised and bordering on monasticism in their own right.
Some speculated that the irregular gold chasing on the man's own PM was a mark of special value to the usually-more-stoic devices, but in fact, it was that chasing that had set him so far afield on the first place. A well-meaning, but inept - specialized in Hyperdrive Engineering had attempt to repair the module after it was damaged in a combat accident. In doing so, they had all but crippled it. In the few months he'd so far been on the road, Vega had managed to etch out a path to the most basic, simplistic of functions the brain-machine interface provided to him.
He was like one of the warriors of old with a broken sword, and that thought did amuse him. It amused him enough that he looked up and down the station bar one more time, before looking to the barman. "I'll settle the tab."
"You ain't had nothin' to drink," the mujin-human barman explained, jabbing a finger in the man's direction. "Apart from half a yen worth of tea!"
"Well, make it a whole yen and consider the rest a gratuity."
The Sohei rose, and headed out from the bar to join a presently-departing lift, up to the transfer docks. He knew tramp freighters frequented this particular station. If he could find one headed further afield, into Mind Empire space maybe, or Roanian, he could be on his way. He was confident in his ability to hitchhike.
The owl-like Satoshi Carbourne male could be found for much the rest of the day, studying the boards which displayed arrivals and departures, looking for likely candidates.