With him charge released to the tender mercies of her former victims and his pay collected, Mark turned to the road he had just dragged his adversary down, only to find a peculiar Abra standing in his path, blocking the way to the capitol. The Abra reached out psychically and reached out his hand towards Mark in an offering.
"I have been sent to gather the able bodied Senators and soldiers to convene in The Hall of Freedom. Will you answer the call?"
For once, Mark was rather astounded by his own good luck. Normally, such matters of chance conspired against him, but it would seem that a timely draft would save him countless miles of walking. Naturally, he gave the Abra a quick nod of confirmation and took the three fingered hand in his own before being whisked away through space through the dizzying powers of Teleportation. His stomach lurched with the sudden jolt of motion and Mark fought to keep his hard earned meals down. As quickly as it began, the trip through space ended without warning, leaving Mark to stumble a step due to losing his sense of direction mid-Teleport. He quickly regained his composure and took in where he was.
The sights, the sounds, the smells. There was no doubt about it.
This was home, the capitol city of Nalin. Yet despite being home for the first time in years, Mark could not help but feel a doubled sense of urgency as his own personal mission and the seemingly new crisis were rapidly approaching and each passing moment seemed to increase Mark's desire to find out just what was going on that required all available Senators and able bodied conscripts to be summoned from all over the Republic. The Abra had gotten him as close as the entrance hall to the Hall of Freedom. There was just a short distance before he joined ranks with some of, if not the, most influential people in the entirety of Nalin. His footsteps echoed across the exalted entrance hall until he finally paused a moment besides the door to the Hall of Freedom. This was his final opportunity to steel himself for the trials to come.
Okay, Mark. Remember, breathe. Be confident. It's just like chatting with strangers. Except these strangers could have you beheaded. Er...happy thoughts.
With a deceivingly confident push, Mark opened the doors to the Hall of Freedom. Inside, Chancellor Rhombus waited along with a Gardevoir, who could only have been the esteemed Ariel Ringo. A Lucario, Gothitelle, and Garchomp had already entered the room and were waiting along side the Chancellor and Senator for others who were summoned to trickle in slowly. The opening of the doors was less subtle than Mark would have liked, but at least it allowed the others to become aware of his presence. Careful not to allow his nervousness show, Mark walked up to the group and bowed deeply.
"My name's Mark. As for what I did to be important enough to be invited here, well, I've got no clue." Mark let out a nervous grin, hoping that his meager attempt at humor would help brake the ice of anticipation.