A long, sleek hover-limo slowly roamed across the open space of the central compound as it oriented toward the main gate. The driver maintained a slow speed and kept his attention focused on avoiding the scattered clusters of off-world soldiers. Conversely the passenger within found his attention focused on those same soldiers. As they slowly slid by the tinted windows each nodded, waved, or outright saluted as if they somehow could tell when his eyes fell upon them. They were his people; the Suomi Warders. A bit of anger crept into Yamoto’s voice as he leaned slightly toward John. "Sisu Sir !"