Five Weeks Later.
He sauntered through the receival terminal. Moving along quickly with the other civilians that had just arrived. The space ship terminal was a typical facet of planets and space stations. He had never had to interact with them before because he is in the military. But this time he was traveling by civilian spacecraft to get here.
He arrived at the lines of people waiting to be cleared through customs. He moved to the line for people with a light amount of luggage. He only had a single bag hanging off of one of his shoulders. He quietly stood in line with his foreign travel documents ready.
Unlike the Vexical Empire where most people could be identified by the nanobots in their blood. Most other nations had formal identification information since birth with all sorts of complicated systems. But the Vexical Empire only issued foreign public travel documents after extensive investigations.
