Easy Victory?

[Tabris]

A Storm-Class Gunboat cuts through the atmopshere, barreling down towards it's landing site. Clouds rushed past the Storm's front screens as the crew guided the vessel towards the city's landing zones where their passenger is expecting to meet with persons of interest. The Cargo Hold of the Storm was quiet, the quiet shutters of the ship as it pierced the atmosphere of Gran Canaria was the only sound to be heard by it's lone occupant. A rather short man stood waiting, his arms crossed behind his back as he waited for their ship to touch-down, his black Ministry of Truth uniform standing out against the gray hull of the surrounding ship.

With a final jerk of motion the ship touched down on a platform the ramp at the rear of the ship extended downwards, opening the inside of the ship up to the sounds of the Zoner Colony and the traffic it constantly deals with. Stepping out he took a deep breath, taking in the spring air of the Zoner world before fully descending down the ramp and started to make his way to the building where he was expected to meet with the other representatives. His peaked cap swiftly adorned his head as the Commissar carefully navigated through the crowds who seemed uncaring at his presence...Not a shock considering the Zoners tend to tolerate men and women from all walks of life amongst them...