[b]Alas Prime[/b]
Ambassador Yran'kum held her breath as she tapped a few commands onto her wrist panel. A few seconds later, the helmet folded down with a small hiss of yellow gas. She quickly pulled out a small, quarter-sized capsule, opened her mouth and threw it down her gullet. After a minute and a small fit of coughing, she began breathing normally again.

She looked out towards the green bush below the ship, rolling across the hills like a rolling sea of flora.

"I must admit that your planet is quite beautiful. Sazkar Major does not have so much green--especially in an industrial supersector like Daramaska or desert wasteland like Borsarsa--and even our most beautiful, environmentally healthy region is flat meadow land. So seeing all this is quite beautiful."

She took a quick look on her wrist panel, her jet-black globular eyes widening a bit. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "We must hurry to the palace. The Vesselage is ever-so busy and they do not ahve a lot of time to conduct a meeting."