One of the delegates flanking Steve looked over and sized him up with his steely blue eyes. He looked frazzled in spite of his fine suit adorned with a Commonwealth pin on the lapel. "Elton McKenna, Commonwealth Secretary of Foreign Affairs. You are the.. Junker's representative, I presume?" He asked, forcing a smile and straightening his suit.
Elton held his tongue in spite of the attack on the Amerigo One en route to the Eidolon. If progress was to be made he'd have to set aside his differences. After all, the alternative to diplomacy was letting the Legion's war hawks burn Invergordon spaceport to the ground, and that would invalidate everything he had worked for over the past year.
