The crew aboard the Heaven's Thunder was busy securing Kunisada Nasu's Zaku II to the deck of the battleship. A very enticed captain maneuvered through the corridors, giving words of thanks to passing soldiers. There, he finally crossed paths with his old friend.

"Well, well! Looks like Streaker lives up to his name," Hatsuharu exclaimed reaching out an hand to pat Nasu on the shoulder.

"Give me a little more credit now, Foxy!" Nasu joked, "Oh, I mean, Captain Himuro, SIR!" he finished, saluting while trying to hold a serious face.

"Drop the charade, Nasu. You know I don't run THAT tight a ship. Relax, you've earned it. You've done us proud! Japan won't be the only nation to know about Streaker! You'll be drowning in their envy, Nasu!"

Despite the large grin across Nasu's face, he still rolled his eyes in response, "Come on, man. How many times do I have to tell you, they're already jealous of my skill!"

Nasu looked past his captain, noticing some of the female crew members whispering to each other while looking in the two's direction. He swung an arm around Hatsuharu's shoulders, leaning his head in close to his, whispering, "Did any of the girls see me out there? If none of them see me in action, then that success was such a waste!"

Hatsuharu shrugged, "Who knows, I'm sure some did. They all know what you did, so what does it matter?"

"Of course you don't take any thought to it! You have no trouble grabbing women's attention, Foxy!" Nasu finished, walking off down the hall before turning back to his captain with a wink, "Least you saw me!"

Hatsuharu blushed slightly as he reached for the brim of his cap, pulling it down over his face. The female crew members watching started to gossip more as Hatsuharu caught on. "Hey! If you're done enjoying the show, you can get back to work! Damn women..."