He'd gotten onto the shuttle quickly. The sunrise shuttle most often had one of the better pilots which allowed for an easier ride. That helped when he wanted to try and review footage. Not to mention possibly capture some more.

He set up his portable computer across his lap, getting the holorecorder up and clipped onto the edge of it so he could film some of the shuttle noises. He knew he was close to getting a proper squeaky wheel sound from that drone that worked the gallery. Maybe this trip would be the one.

Stepping onto the last of the morning shuttles was a well dressed Crane. Ishiyo had opted to wear civilian clothing on the way day, one of her more comfortable outfits. The most noticeable aspect of her appearance being the stylish flight jacket, a civilian one with a corporate logo and name prominently displayed: Peregrine Luxury Aerospace, Automotive, and Racing. A stylized tag on the same jacket gave the name Daidoji Ishiyo.

She mad her way slowly down the shuttle's aisles, assuming for the moment she was not holding any traffic up. A small smile played on her lips as her suspicions on the nature of the shuttle were confirmed. Of course it wasn't the first such transport or even the most uncomfortable, still Ishiyo couldn't help but feel like this was suppose to send some sort of message.

Seeing the Phoenix working, she dipped her head in greeting but left him to his work for the moment. The Crane settled into a nearby window seat and looked out at the docking bay.

Normally, Tenma was the sort who would want to get up early and catch the first shuttle off the station. But things had needed to be done and so here she was; Stuck on the second shuttle. Still, it wasn't so bad really; It wasn't as if she had an appointment to get to, and the city would still be in daylight when the shuttle arrived, so she'd have plenty of proper time to unpack and settle in.

Really, for now, her mind was more on the shuttle ride really. They were the worst, after all; Tight spaces, poor ventilation, and hours of people largely sitting still. Like some sort of sealed off waiting room from Jigoku. At least the shuttles for the miai here were spacious enough, wide aisle and actually considerate ceiling height.

Already she was out of her seat and pacing thanks to this, dreading the fasten seatbelts sign coming on at any time meaning she'd have to go back to her seat. It almost made her not pay attention to staying out of the bot's way, but fortunately it's noisiness made it difficult to miss.

Clank, clank, clank.

Ishiyo kept her eyes on the station.

Clank, clank, clank.

Slowly she turned her head to the pacing Scorpion.

Clank, clank, clank.

"Excuse me, Bayushi-san." Blue eyes rested on the Scorpion as the Crane spoke, "Is everything alright? You seem... agitated." Ishiyo spoke with that cultivated accent the Crane had made fashionable at court.

The dress uniform was impeccably clean, while certainly not fancy. The jade cufflinks caught the light of the shuttle. His long, white hair was tied back in a high ponytail. His bag was obsidian black, same as the uniform, save for the silver highlights that denoted his branch - law enforcement.

Vibrant blue eyes scanned the aisles, as he entered the shuttle, heading to his assigned seat.

On the shoulders of the uniform, the silver lined mon of the Spider and Daigotsu family.

Chiyoko had every intention of being on the first shuttle down. But for whatever reason, her security check was delayed. Something about verifying her luggage. Properly tagging her service weaponry. She wasn't even carrying her service weaponry, it was being loaded on separately and shipped into stowage.

All of this meant that by the time she got to the shuttle bay, the first shuttle had left. This had left her somewhat... agitated. But being visibly agitated wasn't cool. So she did the only thing she could think of to make sure she wasn't appearing annoyed.

She equipped her sunglasses.

And lo, was this how a tall, blonde haired Matsu ended up walking into the second shuttle, wearing her service dress uniform and slim, pure black sunglasses that completely hid her eyes. If not for the Matsu Special Ops insignia on her coat, she might not even have looked her family.

Now engaged the Crane gives the new arrivals a smile and a wave. Her voice rose enough to be heard by the new arrivals.

"Good morning, mina-sama. I hope the day has found everyone well." She added a second small wave to punctuate her words.

On instinct, the Doshin stood at attention. His azure eyes looked over the crowd gathered, and he bowed, though it likely didn't help to keep that aura of menace that surrounded him.

"Good morning, everyone. This one is Daigotsu Ryuu, Doshin from Shiragiku. I am honored to meet you all."

The Crane blushed slightly, recognizing her rudeness in not introducing herself.

"Daidoji Ishiyo, Nikutai in the Crane Navy's Fleet Aeh Arm, formerly posted to the 312th Naval Fighteh Squadron. A pleasure."

Mal-chin looks up as the shuttle fills up. He saves his work quickly, then turns the holo recorder towards himself a moment, to make sure he doesn't look ridiculous. Takes a moment to run a hand through his hair, then:

"Oh! Hello! Good morning everyone!" He gives a seated bow. "If no one else has said it yet, welcome to Asakaze! I'm Asako Mal-chin and we're heading towards my home. If you are here for the miai, and would like to share your communicator information with me, I have prepared a questionnaire as well as some information about my home so that you'll be more prepared. I intend to get all those I can to answer it and then share it, so that everyone has an understanding of who is attending. I would also be content to assist should you have questions, and that would allow you to have my communicator id as well, if you should have them in the future."

A small, quiet imperial had already been sitting in the back, partially hidden by the seats in front of him. It wasn't obvious that he was an Imperial until he poked his head out to hear folks introduce themselves, revealing his mon. A mon on a very fine, but traditional kimono. Like, seriously old school traditional kimono. It may have been hand made by some sort of cultural heritage artisan back on the Rokugan. Those things were expensive and definitely not the cutting edge of fashion, though they were beautiful in the bespoke, handcrafted way.

"Hello," he said in a bright tone. "It is a pleasure to meet you all. I am Seppun Michiya no Hanako, but I am officially a representative of the Hanako family rather than the Seppun as a whole. So it is fine fine to use Hanako."

"Hello Hanako-sama!" He quickly made sure to close his computer so that he could bow the correct distance. "Would you like to participate with my questionnaire?"

"I guess so," he says, not really sure about it. "Can you put it on my densai?"

"Hai, I should be able to. If you'll set your densai to accept from 'Persistant Beats', I'll send it out. I'm guessing yours has the Imperial designation on it?" He opens up his computer again and starts to set up the transfer.

"It should be that one, yes," he replies, going through the transfer steps and accepting the questionnaire file.

He diligently completes the transfer.

"Would anyone else like it sent to their densai while I have the file open?"

Ishiyo was a bit pulled in two directions now...

"Ah, what is in the questionnaire? Is this considered an official document?" She idly fished around in her bag and pulled out a densai with a few stickers. Most seem to be from an old children's cartoon.

"I shall participate, as well." Ryuu set down his bag, rummaging for a moment before pulling out his densai. It was jet black, the symbol of the Obsidian Magistrate school in one corner, and on the other, the latest album art from Yakumo's imperial tour.

"I included information about Asakaze and Shiro Yoake, as well as questions to help participants in the miai open conversations with each other as well as inform the Governor and those he's appointed to evaluate us in the miai as to your views on yourself." He explains. "As well as it being a way for allowing the sensei at our dojo to know how many they might expect to utilize the dojo, for each other to know who plays what games so they can seek each other out, that sort of thing. It is not an official document."

Mal-chin nods in thanks to the Daigotsu. "Very well, thank you, Daigotsu-san."

Desipte his traditional looking appearance, the young Imperial seems to handle the densai pretty deftly. He quickly goes through the questions and responds with straightforward and simple answers for most of them. In a after a few minutes a request for transferring the answers back is sent to Mal-Chin.