Nubia
Commonwealth Government Chambers
The last pin slid into place on his almost perfectly pressed military uniform and his appointed tailor took a step back. The man was most likely older than the Chiss, the man's almost perfectly white hair a stark contrast to his ebony skin and sunken features of the human aging process.
"That will be all thank you." Ares looked over himself in the mirror and fitted his holster strap before turning back to the man with his burning red eyes meeting the tailors.
"Is there anything else for you sir? If you need it to send for me and I will come immediately."
Ares met the man with a smile and had the government official complete a transfer of credits to cover the cost of his dress uniform. His normal Chiss combat bridge attire would likely do little good at persuading the people of Nubia and this commonwealth to accept him. He was after all an outsider not just of the planets but of this galaxy itself. Alas, his goals here were political and therefore a minor priority, in his mind politics only slowed the process of a truly powerful institution. His home had fallen to the weakness of politics and he had no intention of watching it happen here as well, at least not yet.
The walk to the main chamber was fairly short from his own office as silly as a thing that it was for him to have. He had tried to explain to the planners that having a personal office on the planet itself was a stupid idea and that with limited space in the main building itself it should be repurposed as he was more keen to do business from his ship. At least there he could trust his crew. They were
his people.
A smiling suited woman showed him into the room she was a race of which he was not familiar. Her skin a pink almost salmon color and what looked to him like tendrils running back from large amphibian eyes. He walked out onto the circular platform where two of his fellow fleet officers were waiting. He had personally picked them from his ship crew as to represent the 3rd fleet. Both were Chiss. He returned salutes and then handshakes from a few minor marine officials before taking his seat and pouring out a glass of water.
Ares flicked through the agenda of the day and took a brief from his attache to Nubia before taking a sip of water. It seems that the people were already turning into a divided society. These so-called federalists and populists all really had the same agenda, power. Some may be swayed with money or threats but the core of all people in this business was one and the same, power.
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