The Court of Queen Carina

[Doc Holliday]

"New London control, this is Commander Alicia Cook of [TAZ]Ambassador's.Ark," began the heavily Bretonian accented female voice, "we are requesting clearance to dock as requested for the Royal palace."
"Roger that, Commander, permission granted. Follow these co-ordinates for the Ambassador's greeting party.
With that, the yacht passed through the docking rings and made for the landing point provided.

In his chambers, Ambassador Holliday was having the final touches done as he got into his robes. He stood in view of his mirror as his robes flowed around him. His now shoulder length hair was well groomed by his aid and she helped him get ready.
"Have you ever been before Royalty before?" she asked him.
"This is a first," he answered.
"Ew," she commented, "I heard they can be rather, well, self centered."
"Mm," he groaned, "admittedly, my previous dealings with the Crown haven't been that good but if they're calling on me like this, they must think somewhat well of me."

The final touches were complete to include his glasses. While he considered hiding a side arm, he opted not too. He headed out for the ramp that would take him off the ship. With him were two heavily armed guards not of human genetics. As he got to the ramp, he turned to them.
"Listen, I don't think any of these people have ever seen your people so I will take Commander Cook. She's quite capable," he explained. After a delay, he added, "I mean no offense."
"None taken, Ambassador," one of them spoke and with a nod, they yielded to the very trim blond ship commander where they began the walk down the ramp to meet the greeting party. As they walked she questioned him.

"I'm rather surprised you didn't bring Mrs. Holliday," she inquired in her heavy Bretonian accent.
"Alicia, it was discussed but with the war still going on with Kusari, her and I agreed that bringing my Kusari wife with me would be in poor taste," was his answer.
"She's such a sweet woman too," smiled Alicia.
"She is," Doc answered with a nod, "but too much resentment is in Bretonia."

They got to the bottom of the ramp, awaiting the greeting party.

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