Putting out the call

[Jim Raynor]

The doors slid open soundlessly. A wave of cooled air flooded over Jim's face and into his suit. "Ah, that's the stuff. I wish Swann'd hurry up and fix the air-con in this thing."
 
Raynor ducked as he entered the foyer of the building. As he predicted, the journey had been longer than a Mar Sara summer. The traipsing back through the desert, through Carrefore where he was given dirty looks once more, and through the gate ... only to march back through the cornea-searing white of the Nexus to the Coruscant gate, then through what was known as Tier 1, all opulence and surveillance, before reaching Tier 2 and plodding all the way to the building ... it had been exhausting.
 
Jim climbed out of his CMC-400 armour, concerned that he may be seen as a threat if he continued to amble about in it, and approached the front counter of the foyer.
 
"Good day sir, how may I help you?" the robotic receptionist said.
 
"Uh, hi. The name's Jim Raynor. A Doctor Regal sent for me, said he had somethin' to discuss?"
 
"Ah, you must be here about the Nebula organisation. Is that correct?"
 
Jim cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah, pretty sure that was mentioned in the message."
 
"Excellent, Mister Raynor. There is a laboratory in the back where Doctor Regal will receive you." The robot stood from its chair. "Please follow me."
 
Jim did as he was asked, following the automaton through sliding doors in the back of the foyer and through a number of hallways. Soon enough they arrived at another room. The door skipped open easily over the tiles.
 
"Please wait here for Doctor Regal's arrival. He will not be long."