The tall, well dressed warrior climbed out of the limousine that had brought him to the Cross Estate. He stood by the car for a moment and looked around.
He inhaled the air around him. Yes, it was Gran Canaria, a place where he couldn't smell fear, at least, not outside. Still, he stood proud as he began the walk to the Estate doors.
Entering the front door, he ducked through and stood in the Conference room, his Commander's robe flowing around him.
"May I take your robe, Sir?" asked the servant who took a gulp when he saw how big the.......man......was and who just began glaring at him.
"No," answered Matok.
The intimidated servant asked, "excuse me, Sir, but I'm not familiar with you."
Only slightly insulted, Matok replied, "I am Matok, son of Grosche, and I am the Tau Marshall for the Zoner Defense Force."
Quickly, the man scanned his list, "ah yes, there you are, Marshall. Please, follow me."
Matok was escorted to the balcony where Victor Cross, John Holliday and Admiral Ravenor were making small talk over a drink. Victor Cross and John Holliday he knew although he had only sent communications to the Admiral and had never met him so for him, it was a first.
"Congratulations on your promotion, Admiral," greeted the large warrior as he shook the Admiral's hand, "I felt the need to be here."
"A drink, Sir?" asked the servant, still nervous of such an intimidating presence.
"Blood wine, please," he answered and within a few minutes, his drink was served.
"Gentlemen," stated Matok, "we have much to discuss. I look forward to it."