A soft chime brought K'loth's attention from the latest diplomatic correspondence from Homeworld. His eyes flicked from the computer pad he held to the terminal on his desk, and the flashing icon on the screen. He tapped it, frowned and checked the chrono.<br/><br/>"One of these days I will lose track of my own head." he muttered, rekeying the encryption algorithm on the display and rising from his desk. He donned the crall-leather armless coat over his formal armour, checked the seating of his honour sash and left his quarters, carrying the pad with him, tucked into one deep pocket.<br/><br/>His honour guard fell into step as he moved down the corridor, eyes constantly searching for any signs of trouble. Not that any was expected in this place, but ingrained habit was hard to break, and this one always served well. At the council room antechamber a small hand gesture had the guards peel off and take up station to await his return.<br/><br/>He entered the council chamber itself, eyes automatically moving around the room before he acknowledged the other ambassadors there with a clenched fist to chest salute. "Ambassadors." he said, as it seemed a salutation acceptable to the other races he had so far encountered, and he moved around to take his seat.