ImTired
"Ah, greetings! You may go through..."
The eel-like guards stand tall, a trident-like staff in their arms and a teal-tinted electroshield. They proceed to escort Octavian to a room guarded by a blast door of some sort...
"Recognition... Aha, there we go!"
The door opens, revealing a dark meeting room, only source of light being the glow from the monitors and holo-map. On the other side of a large circular table sits a Scyrkon woman wearing a traditional Scyrkon robe. Her hands rest near the edge of the table...