A new home....

[Tor]

As Tor wanders Proper he comes across an area he hadn't noticed before. It is small and park like with a few trees dotted around. “Hmm, this could be interesting...” Tor mumbles to himself as he heads for the white gravel path. As soon as he crosses the threshold, the park changes slightly; the trees start growing and a house appears in the now half moon of trees. “Okaaay... That shouldn't... Wait...” Tor gestures and the house changes from a small stone cottage to a larger, more modern brick house. A large, evil grin appears on Tor's face “I'm baaack....HAHAHAHAHA!” Then a bit more serious, “Nah, not gonna make that mistake twice. Let's see...” A look of concentration comes over his face and the house changes again, this time to a much more professional looking building made of white marble with a glass front. On the top left corner of the building “NQS” appears in large blue letters and out front a smaller sign displays: “Nexal Questing Service”.  Tor walks up the white gravel path to the front doors which open for him and through the plush lobby to the main desk. “Good morning, Mr. Savit.” says the pretty, blond receptionist. “Hello Jennifer, how is everything?” Tor responds. “Great, Mr. Savit!” bubbles the receptionist. “Good to hear, I'll be in my office.” says Tor as he heads to the elevator. “Ok, sir.” replies the receptionist, going back to filing her nails. As the elevator quietly whisks Tor to his third floor office, he smiles to himself, “This time things are going to be different...” Tor steps out of the elevator to a spacious room the size of a ballroom. A low table is surrounded by several black leather chairs and couches. Tor crosses to the opposite end of the room where a large mahogany desk sits. As he sits in his chair, several displays come on showing various parts of Proper and other open areas of the Nexus. “Good morning, master.” HK-47, Tor's “Protocol” droid, walks in. “There are no meatbags you need to negotiate with today.” “Thank you, HK. I'll call you if I need you. Go get some target practice done.” Tor says as he monitors different screens. “O, thank you master” HK-47 heads out the door he came from muttering something about “stupid meatbags”.  “T3,” Tor turns to the astromech droid sitting in an alcove to his right, “Send a message to the Soviet Union and to Gunsmoke. Request an uplink to their sensor systems and communication systems. And then get Dr. Jon Stone of Octagon on the main viewer, I have some information he’ll want to look at.” “Dee-deet.” replies the little droid as the scene fades out.