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[b][color=crimson]Current Song:[/color][/b] [i]Dagoba [color=888888]/[/color] Legacy of Ares[/i] 
[b][color=crimson]Play Here:[/color][/b] [i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCVmAFrcopg][color=ffffff]♫[/color][/url][/i][/cell][cell][right][b][color=crimson]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Human Embassy / Presidium[/i] 
[b][color=crimson]Character Tags:[/color][/b] [i]Nobody Yet (Feel free to tag me)[/i][/right][/cell][/row][hr][/table]
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Robert waited in the recently refurbished Human Embassy, the upgrades and changes tying in with the upcoming celebrations. He sat with a couple of the other Alliance soldiers who were lucky enough to be granted permission to take part in the festivities. Each was from a different field of expertise, from pilots to researchers, to represent the sacrifices of everyone and not just soldiers during the Reaper conflict. They were all dressed in either formal civilian or formal Alliance attire however the [color=white]N7[/color][color=ed1c24]◢[/color] operative was instructed to wear his combat armour. It was all to do with politics but it made no difference to him, Robert had worn the armour enough times that it was a second skin to him.

The group's silence was interrupted by an Alliance soldier, [color=6ecff6]"Is Commander Cadogan here?"[/color]. Robert stood up and looked at the young recruit. He had clearly never seen action, instead being assigned to desk duty for the higher ups based on the Citadel. He seemed to be of a nervous disposition which would explain his assignment. [color=crimson]"That's me lad. What's up?"[/color] The young man shook his head before lowering it, almost apologetically. [color=6ecff6]"I'm sorry sir I don't mean to disturb you. You've been called to the venue. They want you there to mingle with the other guests and put on a good show for the Alliance."[/color] Robert laughed while shaking his head. He was there as a favour to his commanding officer, to be a smiling face and that was it. Now he was being dragged into was effectively a diplomatic role. He muttered under his breath, [color=crimson][i]For fuck sake Nige...you owe me for this.[/i][/color] The young soldier before him mistook his muttering as being aimed at him and made as much space for Robert to pass as he could. Robert made sure to thank the young man with a tap on the shoulder on the way out. [color=crimson]"Cheers lad. Hope you have a better day than i'm surely going to."[/color]

After travelling through and admiring the Citadel for close to an hour Rob found himself at the Presidium. During his walk he had stopped for food before giving his commanding officer Nigel Pearce a call. Never had an Alliance soldier spoken to a superior officer using so many expletives and not found themselves in the brig. Fortunately for Robert he had a strong relationship with Nigel and they conversed like lifelong friends. Nigel was a big part of why Rob was where he was, taking an interest in him during his training when others wanted him gone. Even so, if other high ranking Alliance officers heard the way the pair conversed then things would likely turn sour for Rob quickly.

As he entered the Presidium the true multicultural nature of the Citadel was clearly on show. Humans to Turians, Volus to Asari...each of the council races were represended by hundreds of their own people. It was a perfect reflection of the unity that it took to defeat the Reapers. With helmet still in hand Robert pushed his way carefully through the crowds heading towards the large dome. [color=crimson][i]To be fair, this place looks amazing for an artificial environment.[/i][/color] The thought rang true and honest. He was a well travelled person who took the time and opportunity to marvel at the wonderful views the galaxy had to offer. Even though artificial, the beauty of the Citadel was astounding. 

For a moment Robert stopped and took the time to take in the sheer number of people before realising he stood out like a sore thumb. His [color=white]N7[/color][color=ed1c24]◢[/color] armour with its trademark red stripe down the arm was a dead giveaway of what he was. Even without that, he was one of only a few people donning armour and he simply assumed most of them were on security duty. It was then his eyes caught sight of a sign on one of the many stalls set up in the Presidium, [b][i]Naturally sourced Earth made Beer[/i][/b]. Without hesitation he pushed his way towards it, feeling like it had been years since his last beer. In reality it had only been two weeks since his last bout of shore leave. [color=crimson]One beer won't hurt.[/color] He hurriedly ordered his beer and took a mouthful. He savoured the taste before letting out a stereotypical gasp of satisfaction. Inadvertently he spoke his thoughts out loud, [color=crimson]"Now that is a quality pint."[/color]
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