Snippet #2512539

Standing apart from the clean cut politicians in his traditional coat, even freshly cleaned as it was, Max had taken pains to dress more than the minimum for the occasion. Still, he felt out of place among the born and bred politicians that comprised much of the crowd, the livelihood of soldiering more...hands on then paperwork. Still, he'd agreed to run with Rhea for the sake of pushing Terra forward. And for that goal, he was here, mingling with the bureaucrats, smiling politely, chatting every now and again.

Of all the fool things I've done, this has to be one of them. Still, beats getting shot at for stagnation, when there's the chance to make it more worthwhile. He'd been sticking close to Rhea as much as he could. Bloody pomp and ceremony.