Dead Moon
Samurai and Scifi
Megumu sat cross-legged staring forward in meditation. Outside his hexagonal window, the enormity of space was interrupted by a red and black freighter. The diamond symbol of the Yamaguchi clan shone proudly in purple neon across the ship’s hull.
“You sure you want to go over there?” asked the intercom.
“Yes.”
“They’re dangerous customers. I told ’em I had a passenger and they want to talk to you. It’s not too late to back out?”
“Put them through to my cabin.”
Megumu’s topknot was perfect, his expression stoic. A hologram of a scruffy-haired young kid in a suit, tie, and sunglasses appeared before him.
“Whadda ya want?”
“I’ve come to see Kenichi,” said Megumu as he entered his ID.
The digital calling card of Megumu Inagaki appeared on the screen, spun once, and vanished. The kanji symbols of the word Megumu looked like the letter K.
“Oh yeah? Mr. Yamaguchi wants to know what you want to see him about?”
“The return of Prince Yasuhiko Asaka Abo.”
A similarly dressed man appeared on the edge of the hologram. The audio cut out and the kid covered his mouth when he talked. Then he flipped the sound back on.
