Thread: Queen Of The Sun (rskde & Sophie Jones)

The war for the solar system had taken a very personal effect for Koran, his life had been changed during the conflict, not only in a physical but a mental way. Twice decorated for combat on Mars, receiving high honors for actions against the enemy, these were only some of the achievements he had managed to acquire before he had been medically discharged from the Interstellar Marine Corps, which was known for hot drops on enemy territories with high casualty rates. He had seen enough men and women perish that an end to the war sounded just about the best possible action for the government to attempt to take, and with his discharge he had been given another job working in government internal affairs. Nobody in his line of work had as much experience with the war as he did, his first hand accounts much better than what one could see on the news or on the history nexus. Technology on Earth was not like it used to be, its advancements had allowed for medicine and weaponry to jump forward at least a hundred years because of their allies on the moon. This advancement had saved his life, brief flashes of a Martian standing over him with a plasma blade flashed through his mind as his hand reaches up to touch the long scar that ran from the top left corner of his forehead down to the right side of his chin. Though he had lost his eye he had been saved, and now possessed a synthetic eye that still allowed him to see. This made one of his eyes a natural hazel, while the other one contains the same hazel, a light golden streak down the center iris to mark the synthetic. Other than his scar his face was handsome, kept clean shaven and his black hair short. He stands at a height around 60 and has the physique of a soldier, something that he had kept from the war. Earth had nothing to bring to the table in this war, the other planets hosted humanoids that had abilities but Humans on Earth were plain in comparison, every person unique instead of specialized. Of course this put Earth at a major disadvantage and made the wishes for peace even greater on the green planet. The council of earth had marked Koran to be the one to guide the Queen of the Sun, to show her Earth, to house her.. to convince her that peace was the best option. And if that failed.. he was reminded of a small plasma pistol kept hidden within his apartment, as a last resort. His clothing were fairly basic, in fact the whole idea of his mission was to blend, so he wore jeans and a t-shirt that made mention of the Corps on it, the symbol of his branch on the front. For a diplomat who would convince a Dictator of peace, he looked like a civilian, and that was the point. But when he saw her, he could tell that being discrete might be off of the table. He rubs the back of his head out of nervousness, the entire solar system was depending on him. He had fought people of the Sun, but she was much different, not only elegant but fierce in nature. He stands behind the group of officials that was at the landing to greet the Queen, but when she approached she did not seem interested in talking to them at all. Good morning, I am your guide. He pushes his way through the crowd of diplomats and falls to one knee in front of her, not as a sign of submission but respect. If you would follow me, I can show you to a vehicle to transport you to your housing for the duration of your visit.