Sloram V'nquera
The room was an elegantly furnished but fairly standard-issue reception area. Hung on the wall behind the main desk was the Venasian seal of state, and in the corner hung its flag. Two military guards - standard procedure - flanked the doors. The receptionist, a pretty young Venasian woman, replied in kind. "Gentle tides, Commander, and welcome to Pacifica." If she was surprised by the unexpected visit, she didn't show it, except to look on her computer terminal. "I'm sorry, Commander, but I don't have your arrival on my schedule today. Perhaps it was an error on my part? In any case, will you be requiring accomodations during your stay here?"
"Gentle tides," he said with a traditional greeting of the Venasian people. "I am Commander Joran Dais. We are official representatives of the Federation sent to congratulate President A'amon on his new position as leader of the Venasian people."
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