After Allen and the diplomat decided to accept the honorary offer they set out to find those most knowledgeable and acclaimed in the fields of governance across the known galaxies.

One such individual, not only acclaimed in the field but revered, was already setting in motion the needed for their paths to cross.

Standing on a balcony overlooking the dense masses, Atomic Adam smiled to himself, he had seen this all before, he had in fact had many a time played an intricate role in that which he now saw transpiring on Kavian. He dare not let the thought linger as he swung about to leave the balcony, the thought may not have lingered, his smile however did, as he set about making preparations for the journey.

He ignored the bustle floating through the open door of the balcony, his mind was too busy plotting the path, the path that would lead to Kavian being properly governed, the path that would cement his name in the foundations of yet another civilization, his mind was on the path it had been on many a time before. Though his thoughts were his own, he could not help but feel observed, as if some lurking shadow had eyes on him, had eyes on his thoughts so to speak.

He kept to preparing, putting to good use the steel resolve he had gained from so many encounters across so many galaxies, the resolve that at this moment kept his mind from hearing a call being made across the cosmos.

After having finished packing for the trip, he went down a couple of levels, one floor above street level, there was an establishment he chose to support for their finely brewed beverages, where he now sat enjoying one of these fine brews. Each sip brought reminiscence, every draught a nostalgic waterfall cascading down his throat reminding him of the adventure filled life of travelling he has lived, bringing crisply to the fore of memory far off, often forgotten, places he had visited.

”Mr Adam…” the voice startled him, tore him from his remembrance and brought him jarringly back to reality. ”Your transportation is ready sir.” He nodded, both in acknowledgement and appreciation. Pushed himself up from his chair and made his way to the portal from which he was expecting to be transported. He’d only gotten a few steps away when he heard “Mr Adam…” from behind him, turning he saw the polite keep pointing to a different portal, one reserved for people of influence and power. Not having much time to spare he didn’t ask questions, headed to the portal and through to the other side. For those not versed in interplanetary and intergalactic travel, portalling can be an unpleasant experience, not all species have the genetic stomach for it, so to speak. Atomic, on the other, hand was well versed and had donned his trademark protective wear, to preserve his optic implants from the severe light adjustment. Even so he did not expect the transition of this portal to be so extreme, his eyes burned and everything was blindly light, he could barely make out anything. As his eyes adjusted he noticed two figures awaiting him…

Knowing full well that periods of unrest take some time to settle and that until governance is in place there will still be unsavory characters about dealing in whatever it was that fetched the highest bidder, he had to act quickly. The feeling of being observed had not left him, the change in portal had caught him off guard…

Does he leap to action? Does he bide his time?

After Allen and the diplomat decided to accept the honorary offer, they set out to find the most knowledgeable and acclaimed individuals in the field of governance across the known galaxies.

One such individual, who was not only acclaimed but also revered in the field, was already setting in motion the necessary steps for their paths to cross.

Standing on a balcony overlooking the dense masses, Atomic Adam smiled to himself. He had seen this all before and had played an intricate role in what he now saw transpiring on Kavian. He did not let the thought linger as he swung about to leave the balcony. The thought may not have lingered, but his smile did as he set about making preparations for the journey.

He ignored the bustle floating through the open door of the balcony. His mind was too busy plotting the path that would lead to Kavian being properly governed and cement his name in the foundations of yet another civilization. His mind was on the path it had been on many times before. Though his thoughts were his own, he could not help but feel observed, as if some lurking shadow had eyes on him and his thoughts.

He kept preparing, putting to good use the steel resolve he had gained from so many encounters across so many galaxies. The resolve that at this moment kept his mind from hearing a call being made across the cosmos.

After finishing packing for the trip, he went down a couple of levels to an establishment he chose to support for their finely brewed beverages. He now sat enjoying one of these fine brews. Each sip brought reminiscence, every draught a nostalgic waterfall cascading down his throat, reminding him of the adventure-filled life of traveling he had lived. It brought crisply to the fore of memory far-off, often forgotten, places he had visited.

"Mr. Adam…" The voice startled him, tore him from his reminiscence, and brought him jarringly back to reality. "Your transportation is ready, sir."

He nodded in acknowledgement and appreciation, pushed himself up from his chair, and made his way to the portal from which he was expecting to be transported. He had only gotten a few steps away when he heard "Mr. Adam…" from behind him. Turning, he saw the polite keeper pointing to a different portal, one reserved for people of influence and power. Not having much time to spare, he didn't ask questions, headed to the portal, and through to the other side.

For those not versed in interplanetary and intergalactic travel, portalling can be an unpleasant experience. Not all species have the genetic stomach for it, so to speak. Atomic, on the other hand, was well-versed and had donned his trademark protective wear to preserve his optic implants from the severe light adjustment. Even so, he did not expect the transition of this portal to be so extreme. His eyes burned, and everything was blindingly light. He could barely make out anything.

As his eyes adjusted, he noticed two figures awaiting him. Knowing full well that periods of unrest take some time to settle and that until governance is in place, there will still be unsavory characters dealing in whatever fetches the highest bidder, he had to act quickly. The feeling of being observed had not left him, and the change in portal had caught him off guard.

Should he leap to action or bide his time?