"Lord Arasaka, please forgive this one's unseemly approach. We bring news from the land of the Oni. Arasaka NC reports the deployment of a super heavy weapons platform, one we believe contains a...directed fusion pulse cannon. We have already interrogated the team responsible for our development of a similar weapon, and Counter-Intel believes that this may be a genuine case of parallel development, as there was no known or suspected breach of information containment surrounding the project."
Saburo Arasaka calmly sips his tea for a moment before replying.
"Inform our team that the budget increases they requested last quarter have been approved, and additional headcount may be sourced from the Black Projects HR pool. We cannot allow Militech to maintain a monopoly on fusion based ground to space weapons systems."
The senior executive unfortunate news delivery peon coughs nervously before correcting clarifying matters.
"My Lord, this weapons system, whose inventor has designated the Bolo Mk. XIV, is owned and operated by a Night City Rockergirl and Jounin-equivalent Black Operations Solo Kusanagi Motoko. She..."
Saburo's eyes narrow suddenly. He sets his tea down and finally looks up, directly into the terrified eyes of our soon to be ex-delivery boy. "Her name is Motoko. Does she have sentient spider bots, purple hair, and red eyes?"
"Ahh, yes your lordship, those details are in her dossier."
"Excellent. I will be preparing a gift for her. You will personally deliver it. Failure is...not an option."
Approximately 20 hours later, a very nervous expendable delivery peon approaches the 900 ton war machine covered in frolicking blue spider-bots with a nearly priceless gift wrapped in authentic organic silk. An original, new in box copy of Ghost in the Shell, along with a data shard containing the director's extended cut, with original cast commentary and art book. Only six copies are known to exist in the world.
The repurposed experimental naval cannon starts to slowly turn towards him, as if noticing him for the first time.
Our intrepid future former delivery person cum carbon shadow throws himself in to a dogeza bow and screams shrilly "Lord Arasaka has seen your works, and they are good. Please, accept this small token of his appreciation of your dedication to the classics. Oh god, please don't kill me, just take the gift or at least make it quick?"
A tachikoma rolls over to look at the gift, unwrapping it like a small child at Christmas. Silk worth tens of thousands is torn by hydraulic grippers before the DVD case is lofted above it's head like a trophy.
Another blue spider-bot looks closely at it before commending "Wow, they made a movie about Mom? I wanna see!"
The Bolo speaks for the first time, for some reason sounding identical to Hatsume Miku. "Really? Send me a copy, I'll project it so we can all watch it." A few minutes later, all the tachikoma are crowded around a section of skirt armor, watching The Major solve the case of the Puppet Master.
Motoko never lives down the fact that Sabura Arasaka called her out as a cosplaying weeb with exceptionally good taste. Our poor delivery guy never lives down the shame of committing Sudoku via D-T fusion torch, and his cringing carbon shadow blasted into the test range wall still stands to this day as the patron saint of deliverers of bad news.