October 15, 2321
Mars,
Olympus Mons
(This isn’t our picture, we should make one of our own soon)
The Acropolis felt like a prison yard this year.
The American Union's delegation was on one side. The ambassador sitting at the main table itself, a large, frumpy man stuffed into a suit who hadn't left Earth in more than half a century. There was a powerful disinterest around him, only vaguely tilting his head when he was spoken to by some of the two dozen people around him ranging from Lanyard wearing government agents, interested senators, generals, and Corporate representatives such as the one that had positioned himself behind his right shoulder: Ein.
He was wearing a suit in the same colors as the Ambassador with a deep black with faint pinstriping and a red tie but no one would mistake the suits as being similar. The thread-count on Ein's suit was massive, the expensive fabrics giving the suit an almost glossy look while still looking comfortably soft. His tie similarly looked like it might be more expensive than a simple suit, tied in an subtly elaborate trinity knot instead of the usual half-Windsor. His name was discreetly included in the pin striping and a subtle stripe of color was coming up from a barely-visible pocket square. The material and attention to detail set the two apart, to say nothing of their physical forms. Unlike the Ambassador, Ein looked fit with broad shoulders and well toned muscles. His jovial tone was being kept within the American Union's delegation just like how the Delegation was keeping to itself.
On the other side of the room was the space set aside for the Magnetic Assembly. Four-legged dog-drones would territorially mark out their area of the room, dutifully watching as the Assembly's smaller delegation talked amongst themselves. They had only brought two of their own Exemplars. Caxia was mechanical, with three metal legs supporting their body that was shrouded in a coat made up of mechanical arms that covered their body. Heram Wazu was certainly more human, hair brushed back into a ponytail, his body dressed in a suit with the jacket hanging off his shoulders like a cape with a dark green vest underneath. The suit was well made, though he looked out of place in it as if it wasn't something he wore like a second skin.
Further areas were marked out for the Soyuz, placing them closer to the MA while the GDW was setup closer to the American Union while the HFR's space was used more like a buffer zone.
Mars,
Olympus Mons
(This isn’t our picture, we should make one of our own soon)
The Acropolis felt like a prison yard this year.
The American Union's delegation was on one side. The ambassador sitting at the main table itself, a large, frumpy man stuffed into a suit who hadn't left Earth in more than half a century. There was a powerful disinterest around him, only vaguely tilting his head when he was spoken to by some of the two dozen people around him ranging from Lanyard wearing government agents, interested senators, generals, and Corporate representatives such as the one that had positioned himself behind his right shoulder: Ein.
He was wearing a suit in the same colors as the Ambassador with a deep black with faint pinstriping and a red tie but no one would mistake the suits as being similar. The thread-count on Ein's suit was massive, the expensive fabrics giving the suit an almost glossy look while still looking comfortably soft. His tie similarly looked like it might be more expensive than a simple suit, tied in an subtly elaborate trinity knot instead of the usual half-Windsor. His name was discreetly included in the pin striping and a subtle stripe of color was coming up from a barely-visible pocket square. The material and attention to detail set the two apart, to say nothing of their physical forms. Unlike the Ambassador, Ein looked fit with broad shoulders and well toned muscles. His jovial tone was being kept within the American Union's delegation just like how the Delegation was keeping to itself.
On the other side of the room was the space set aside for the Magnetic Assembly. Four-legged dog-drones would territorially mark out their area of the room, dutifully watching as the Assembly's smaller delegation talked amongst themselves. They had only brought two of their own Exemplars. Caxia was mechanical, with three metal legs supporting their body that was shrouded in a coat made up of mechanical arms that covered their body. Heram Wazu was certainly more human, hair brushed back into a ponytail, his body dressed in a suit with the jacket hanging off his shoulders like a cape with a dark green vest underneath. The suit was well made, though he looked out of place in it as if it wasn't something he wore like a second skin.
Further areas were marked out for the Soyuz, placing them closer to the MA while the GDW was setup closer to the American Union while the HFR's space was used more like a buffer zone.