Disembarking from the docked pinnace, Fredrico stopped with the dock attendant, where there was a message waiting for him. The man who had left it didn't appear terribly strange - fundamentally human, at least in the face. It included instructions and directions to reach a nightclub on the station called 'Afterlife' - ominous if you were in the right mood, but fine otherwise.<br/><br/>Dressed in his standard reinforced Forestry Service uniform, he headed off down the corridors with a pair of Royal Manticoran Marines in combat skinsuits drifting watchfully behind him - a necessary evil of being an ambassador to another universe, though easier to tote around than the division of superdreadnoughts currently holding position around the local end of the transdimensional wormhole. He passed through a section that looked to have been the site of a recent battle, though from the rough-and-tumble look of the station as a whole, that might be normal here. Finally, he found the entrance to Afterlife, pausing for a moment to touch Maria reassuringly - going into a crowded, chaotic place for the first time was stressful to any treecat, and he didn't want to think about what she was going through processing alien emotions too. He spotted the man from the video message at a table to one side, speaking with some other humanoids...mostly human-shaped, plus a...horse?...and headed in their direction. Stopping just far enough away that the man would not have to crane his neck to look back at him, he waited for a momentary pause in the conversation.<br/><br/>"Mr. John Zatheral? Fredrico Sanchez, Manticoran Empire, and this is Maria of the People. I believe you left a message for us to find you here?"