
The shuttle is waiting for you.
These are the coordinates you were given. They led you to the closest space port. The typical hustle and bustle of traffic would greet you as men and women of all races went about their business. The shuttle that waits in the docking bay specified is relatively humble. Was this a good idea? It’s not exactly a Baudo-class pleasure yacht.
But, should you choose to step inside, the shuttle is clean and well-kept. The human who tends it is clearly well-trained, wearing a simple black jumpsuit with no discernable logo or markings. They stand with their hands clasped behind their back, greeting those who choose to enter with a polite smile. How did they know whom they were waiting for? You could have been anyone, right? Why were they not at all surprised by what you looked like?
Of course, no mere shuttle would take you to where you’re supposed to go. Those who choose to step on board are taken to a ship from one of the larger orbital stations. Upon docking, your pilot offers another slight smile, sending one more set of coordinates to your gear. A conference room on the ship, although it is currently occupied by only another of these simple ebony linen-glad humans. Is it… is it just you? Or can you swear they seem to smell like… a forest? Fir trees, flowers and fresh water, as if they’ve just walked out from one of those fantasy holovids.
Once again, those who enter are greeted wordlessly with a polite smile. There is a large round table, a datapad in its center. You are invited to take a seat.

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