"Charles Doe" watched as his shuttle began it's final landing procedures. It had been a short flight to Azuria, and as he grabbed his suitcase with a change of clothes from the overhead compartment, he sighed, somewhat eager to see Azuria from a tourists perspective, rather than an Assassin or Spy's. With a small smile, he slipped into the bathroom, cracked open the suitcase, and tore off his t-shirt. Rolling down the sleaves underneath, he pulled off his jeans and carefully smoothed out his suits pants, and pulling the jacket from the suitcase, he put his travel clothing back into the case, sealed it, and left, looking less like a random visitor and more like an important business man.
He shuffled through the umbilical, and made his way down a set of stairs. He ignored the baggage claim, he had all his belongings on him. He walked out of the terminal, the busy traffic of buses and cars not catching his eye as he made his way to a parking garage just off to the side. Making his way to the third floor, he opened the unlocked door of the seventh black car, tossed his suitcase into the second seat, and turned the key that was sitting in the ignition. Checking behind him, he backed out of the parking garage, heading down two floors and then out onto the Azure Highway, the rout a scenic one, as he enjoyed the calm music on one of his favorite radio stations in the Union, the friendly drivers letting his pass when he needed to. As opposed to the usual day, this was a vacation, to be sure. With a complacent sigh, he flicked the turn signal and turned off the exit ramp, headed for the strong, beating heart of the Union of Democratic Planetary Republics, the Palace of the Union.
Coming to a stop in a clear parking spot, "Charles" stepped out, fussing with his suit a little bit before walking up the staircase and into the Palace, right up to the front desk.
"Hello" greeted the receptionist "How may I help you?"
Fussing with his tie a little, "Charles" cleared his throat "I'm here to speak with the Premier. I have an appointment. Exactly eight minuets from now, to be exact. My shuttle got in a little early, you see." A small smile, as he waited for the receptionist to finish running his passport and his information.
He shuffled through the umbilical, and made his way down a set of stairs. He ignored the baggage claim, he had all his belongings on him. He walked out of the terminal, the busy traffic of buses and cars not catching his eye as he made his way to a parking garage just off to the side. Making his way to the third floor, he opened the unlocked door of the seventh black car, tossed his suitcase into the second seat, and turned the key that was sitting in the ignition. Checking behind him, he backed out of the parking garage, heading down two floors and then out onto the Azure Highway, the rout a scenic one, as he enjoyed the calm music on one of his favorite radio stations in the Union, the friendly drivers letting his pass when he needed to. As opposed to the usual day, this was a vacation, to be sure. With a complacent sigh, he flicked the turn signal and turned off the exit ramp, headed for the strong, beating heart of the Union of Democratic Planetary Republics, the Palace of the Union.
Coming to a stop in a clear parking spot, "Charles" stepped out, fussing with his suit a little bit before walking up the staircase and into the Palace, right up to the front desk.
"Hello" greeted the receptionist "How may I help you?"
Fussing with his tie a little, "Charles" cleared his throat "I'm here to speak with the Premier. I have an appointment. Exactly eight minuets from now, to be exact. My shuttle got in a little early, you see." A small smile, as he waited for the receptionist to finish running his passport and his information.

