Ethan, or Diplomat Woodstock as he was known, sighed as he laid his head down on the cream colored plastic desk. The brown haired child was thoroughly exhausted from the hours of studying newly created trade routes, construction shipments, transmissions between Earth's leaders and the newly formed Starcorp Defense Company, and whatever other information he had to learn in order to maintain such a high position and make his thoughts of ending the brewing war a reality.

He put down his holographic tablet and let his thoughts wander a bit to the blue and green marble lazily circling outside his window. The SDC never let him visit but he always dreamed of going to the surface for a change instead of meeting world leaders aboard the large shipyard station he now calls home. Everything he read about the planet was from paper books and brochures he found stored away in the cargo hold and from what he could gather, it was quite a nice place to live! Brimming with life and containing forests, quaint towns and cities, rolling green hills and most importantly, water, liquid water. Ethan continued to revel in the stunning beauty of Earth outside the octagonal window, both at day and night, when countless twinkling lights lit up the surface. Countless minutes or perhaps even hours of day dreaming passed before the door opened. This startled him which caused him to loose his balance and fall. Both the chair and the child diplomat tipped backward and fell ever so slowly towards the floor. As always he was thankful that the gravity systems aboard the station were not working at full efficiency all week due to a relay breaking down again.

A pair of white gloved hands caught the chair that was moving at a snails pace towards the floor and gently tipped it back upright. "Are you alright Mr. Woodstock?" A soft female voice asked from behind him. As he stood up from his seat, he noticed that the gloves had glowing pink lines mimicking the veins on the hand within. He knew who the gloves and the voice belonged to and thus quickly spun on his heels to face the head researcher.

"Hello there Jasmine and yes I am fine, thanks for asking." Ethan said as he bowed out of respect. She giggled as she brushed a stray hair from in front of her eyes, "no need to be formal around me Ethan". Despite being called a child, the young boy held a lot of respect for the teenage scientist. the child diplomat then asked"W-What do you need Jasmine?" The white gloves gently took his hand as she stated rather bluntly "another meeting you have to attend." They swung open the door and entered the busy corridor.

Ethan and Jasmine walked side by side through the wide corridor. Machinery and wiring hummed and whirred, hidden behind wall panels.