Anthony BoydellUnited Kingdom
My shuttle docked* at the Hemelliod Space Centre (Grovehill Bay) for the first time in at least a couple of Parsecs** and I ambled to the ready-room in anticipation of the other Galactic delegates. The infant Dread Emperor Kaleb of the Lizsimon Hegemony was the first to arrive - with his parental retinue - and burbled his commands in between tiny-toe-grabbing and regurgitating a corrosive synthi-phlegm on my uniform. Quickly, the Bay filled with a throng of misfits, rogues, chancers, ne'er-do-wells and the detritus of the Universe (aka 'Magic Players').
They were all delightful and courteous hosts which begged the question of exactly WHEN I would be vapourized and my ship dismantled for vending machine parts! Anyway, you don't want to hear about my shield-penetration paranoia...
Boxed in for the first 4 Eras:
*no. this is not a euphamism.
**yes. this IS a unit of distance NOT time. if it's good enough for Harrison Ford, it's good enough for me!