Testing the IC post, to make sure formatting is good.

[b]Approx. 2450 CE, Aboard the G.I.C.S. [i]Thucydides[/i][/b] 

The Thucydides, as it were, was a rather poorly armed craft - at least, based upon outward appearances. It was a craft designed to ferry diplomats to-and-from various destinations, and, as such, it was heavily shielded and equipped with purposely hidden armaments. As it droned on through space, slowly towards the GCN (Galactic Council of Nations)'s primary station, located safely above the center of Sagittarius A's, safely beyond its absolute horizon. The station itself viewed the swirling arms of matter that swung into the all-devouring behemoth at the center, only to forever vanish once they became too close. It was a truly beautiful sight, but that was not Alexander Campbell's concern. He was a diplomat - and, for now, his job was to place the GIC into the most advantageous position possible. The human was in a dangerous position, and it was crucial that they obtained the galaxy's cooperation in their efforts to survive. 

He sighed deeply, look out over the ship's observation deck, into the cloud of doomed mass that spun inwards, unaware of its destruction. It was but a massive viewing screen - GIC government craft rarely, if ever, sported actual windows - but the effect was the same. He always dwelled upon the inevitable entropy that Sagittarius-A seemed to impose, though it was something he knew he had to fight against. [i]I have to do my best, he thought to himself,[/i] clenching his fists. [i]This council meeting - it's big. All the biggest, most powerful nations in the galaxy will be meeting in a few hours, and I was the one chosen to represent my entire species.[/i] He smirked at the thought, former despondence breaking out into a grin. Alexander yawned, stretching out his arms before looking down at his suit. It was the classic blue-on-white of GIC, soft colours designed to invoke thoughts of peace. He patted it down, as if to remove any wrinkles from the fabric, just as a high-pitched chime blared over the ship's speakers, as it docked with the GCN station. 

 "We've just completed docking procedures, sir. You're wanted on-deck." announced a monotone, female voice." 

"I'll be right up." Alexander responded, sighing once more as he moved through the [i]Thucydides[/i], looking out at the GCN station - The Concordia - as he reached the docking tube. The guards were dressed in relatively standard armors, though many had radically different uniforms, simply due to biology. They all wore the same colours, and wielded the same weapons. Most of the structure itself was a neutral, bleached white, built to form a tall, sleek, smooth central spire, surrounded by twin rotating rings. The inside was almost totally sterile, like a top-of-the-line hospital - welcoming and safe. Alexander smiled warmly, straightening his shoulders as he gently opened the doors to the GCN's central meeting chamber, at the very top of the spire, and found his seat in the triangular chamber, and the podium between the rows of seats. 

[b]Two Solid Shadows, GIC Embassy[/b] 

[i]"What we're about to embark upon is a -very- dangerous mission."[/i] Grzegorzy nodded, solemnly, looking through his thick, tinted visor, and out to the landscape of Two Solid Shadows. Indeed, the mission he had embarked upon was dangerous - incredibly so, in fact - but he was confident that he would succeed, and in fact grinned inwardly at the potential consequences of the results. He folded his thickly gloved hands behind his back, humming listlessly to himself as he waited. What he was about to do, if it succeeded, would be an incredibly momentous occasion. Humans, as the Stoor would soon learn, were not to be trifled with.