Joshua Helthane limped off the shuttle, forcing the pain and stiffness of his leg back as he smiled at the dock officer. The recently appointed ambassador stood on the surface of Corosaunt, looking out over the cityscape. It was stunning. The sprawling city of skyscrapers, built on each other as the wealth flowed slowly upwards. A world as a city. The man stood, stunted.
As he stepped, slowly, to the edge of the platform, the Voice of the Viceroyality mentally went over the goals. Embassy. Guest seat. Nothing more. He would ride to the Senate building, and hopefully, be able to speak to the Chancellor.
@[member="Jack Harkness"]
As he stepped, slowly, to the edge of the platform, the Voice of the Viceroyality mentally went over the goals. Embassy. Guest seat. Nothing more. He would ride to the Senate building, and hopefully, be able to speak to the Chancellor.
@[member="Jack Harkness"]