Arkhan was still seated in the conference room as the ambassadors were escorted to their private suites. He let out a massive sigh and got up while scratching himself. He had dismissed the MSGs on guard duty and was now alone in the conference room, so he finally let his true self out.

“Why did I end up waxing philosophic?! Sure, it got the Beastman Ambassador on my side eventually, but I shouldn’t have talked down to them like that! AARGH! I have to get back to my private quarters and get this itchy mess off of me! I am sure it looked goofy to them… Sure I could have gone with either Zeonic or Federation Formal military attire on their own but I would have made one side or the other unhappy! Now I am stuck with this mix of Zeonic and Federation formal wear that looks far too gaudy…”

Arkhan left the conference room and sat down in a modified Zaku Tank Chair. He had to switch between using a Zaku Tank Chair and a Guntank Chair or he thought he would look like he showed favoritism. The MSG was basically just a Zaku Tank/ Guntank that had its body made rigid and its weapons and arms removed so that a chair could be welded on so that Arkhan wouldn’t have to walk for long distances. Because the conference room as over 5 miles away from his personal quarters, his MSGs decided that they should carry him to and from any point farther than two miles from his current position until he grew taller and stronger.

Besides, their Leader shouldn’t have to make such trips; he should have one of his loyal subordinates carry him. There was actually a battle of words between the Zeonic Golems and the newer Federation Golems as to which side should have the honor of carrying him which force Arkhan to intervene and declare that they BOTH should carry him. While they initially want to carry him on a palanquin, Arkhan had thought that too much like the nobles from the Human Lands and instead made a joking remark about how he would much rather ride a chair strapped to a tank.

A few hours later he was presented with the Zaku Tank Throne-Type and the Guntank Throne-Type and he could only accept that he was responsible for this and had to use the new 'Mobile Chairs' (or as the Golems called them 'Mobile Thrones') as transportation. Both units had no expense spared in their construction and looked even gaudier than the formal dress he wore now.

As the overly flamboyant throne sped down the hallways on tank treads, Arkhan tried to sip a slushee that was flavored with lime juice. In his previous life, he had always drank slushees with the lid off to better use the straw, but he had to keep the lid on while he was on the Mobile Thrones due to the G-Forces making him spill his drink whenever a tight corner or quick stop was made. When he first tried out the Mobile Throne, the Golems were used to making sudden stops and turns that would injure or kill normal people and on the test run Arkhan had been flung several feet when the Zaku Tank Throne had made an abrupt stop. For safety, he had seatbelts installed and had ordered the Mobile Thrones not to go too fast or make sudden stops but they found it hard to remember to slow down.

Thankfully, Arkhan was far more durable than your average human of the same age and the occasional tight turn or quick stop only gave him bruises at worst now that the seatbelts were installed. He had actually gotten minor bleeding when he had been launched from the fast moving Zaku Tank and had to intervene to prevent it from trying to commit suicide and the other MSGs from trying to tear it apart. Thankfully, there were no stairs on the way to his private chambers, only heavily guarded elevators. Arkhan had insisted that all areas in his domain be wheelchair accessible so that the units without legs could get there if necessary without having to go through the Hangar. This was also done so he wouldn’t have to climb up and down stairs more than necessary and wouldn’t have to experience an ‘earthquake’ every time the Mobile Thrones took him down a flight of stairs.

Once in his private suite, Arkhan carefully removed the hybrid Zeonic/ Federation formal military uniform and hung it up, before looking into his walk-in closet and shuddering at the sheer amount of uniforms and other formal clothes that were there. While he had tried to wear casual clothes as much as possible, once his nation had been discovered he had been made to undergo a crash course in etiquette and diplomacy and debate by several members of both the Zeonic and Federation MSGs. While he was worried that their praise of him by the end of the crash course was just the ravings of fanatics, as he examined his Status he noticed he had indeed gained passive skills in those areas.

Still, based on how exhausted he was, he felt like he had worked more than he had ever done before in his whole life. He even wondered if he would be the first child in this world’s history to have gray hair before he hit puberty. As he tucked himself into his king-sized bed, he found that he couldn’t sleep despite how tired he was. It was likely that the stress of the talks had left him too nervous and wound up to sleep peacefully, so he spent an hour-and-a-half staring at the ceiling before he finally was able to sleep. Unfortunately for him, he would wake up several times during the night and take 5-15 minutes to get back to sleep each time. When he had to get up the next day, he believed that he finally understood why the former American president Obama had seemingly aged 20-30 years in only 8.