It wasn't his best day. The kind of day that starts off badly with the coffeemaker running out of coffee beans, the hand terminal breaking down and the cascade of bullshit that follows. His office in the Olympus complex makes him feel smaller and smaller and more and more uncomfortable every day. Things had been going wrong for the past few months. He had succeeded in becoming Minister for Interplanetary Affairs, which should have been a high point in his career turned out to be hell. He had decided to treat himself with a visit to New-Tycho as part of a strengthening of the relationship between the MCR and the UN. Except the visit went... cold. The admirals in charge of the station and joint forces were frosty in the face of his visit. Then problems stalled on his return, attacks on the Proventia system by his own forces turned rogue, uprisings and insurrections of numerous settlements on Mars and an economic crisis. All blamed on the new foreign policy of the republic and who was part of the team in charge of that? Him of course! He was a element to get rid off quickly as possible to save the apparence, even though he was far from being the cause of the events. He rereads for the second time the document displayed on the inlaid screen of his desk, his mind being elsewhere at the first reading. Mrs. Sien has not yet kicked him out of the office, instead he has been given a chance to redeem his image. An empty title "Minister in charge of the resolution of the emergency situation" and a place on the team in charge of supervising the current mess that is the insurgent cities. He stops reading the document, completely discouraged. It was deliberately put there so that he will fail and they will have a good reason to get rid of him. There are at least four other people with the same title as him, we don't expect him to succeed, we don't expect anything from him...only abandonment and his disappearance. God lord, his constituency is one of the rebel areas! He closes the document entitled "The situation in Guangzhou Nova as well as the role of Tanis and the need to strengthen our initiative around Myeoberket", behind him the screen that serves as a wall displays the seal of the Martian government has lack of a landscape. He has totally lost over the weeks the desire to configure it every morning. He takes a few steps in his office and stops in front of his bookshelf. Objects that he holds up like trophies or souvenirs. His gaze stops on a glass frame that holds the newspaper article about his first ever electoral victory. He was so happy at the time that he had the luxury of printing it on real paper and framing it. He's going to fail, and then what? Maybe if he plays his cards right he could get the speaker's job in the House of Representatives? It would be nice to be the speaker, he would get his hands off all this shit and in a few years he would have made a solid reputation for himself. Someone knocks on his door, which brings him back to the moment. His assistant is standing in the doorway. Pure product of bureaucracy, without any imagination or ambition, straightforward and very serious in his work. He has never seen him, since he entered the office, smile once. "I've reminded you, sir, that you need to be ready in less than half an hour for the admiral's arrival." "The admiral?" He frowns and plays the piano on his tablet, then a brief moment later he raises his head. "A thousand apologies minister, I'm afraid you didn't get the memo. It's just recently that Admiral Shaver joined the team. The MCRN Simurgh just entered orbit a short while ago and it was decided that the Admiral would lend a hand with the current situation. However, I see that you have received his analysis of the situation." Ribeiro took a moment to react, admiral goddamn fucking Shaver is add to the whole mess?! "I uh, "The situation in Guangzhou Nova as well as the role of Tanis and the need to strengthen our initiative around Myeoberket" right?" "Indeed, like a-" "Prepare a cart, I'm on the move right now." He's going back to his office, making sure he's got his back to that damn assistant. The latter turns his heels and closes the door behind him. Ribeiro transfers the document to his hand terminal with suddenly renewed interest. Pockets his coat, which hangs out on the sofa and rushes out of his desk.