Council of the Corsair Elders

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Ares' neck-hairs rose as going through the newly-installed identification verification system in front of the plasma-turrets. What if Juan had removed his data from the list?

The turrets swivelled towards him and he instinctively dropped into a crouch, not that it would help. Fortunately for him, no shots were fired.

Ares stood up straight, straightened himself up and shrugged before entering. That was a hairy one.

As expected, he found Teresa in the Elders' chambers. He nodded politely, but didn't smile as he normally would, Montoya's recent treachery having a large efect on his sense of humour.

"Hola, Miss Maniaco...

Don't think me rude, since you are most certainly the person that deserves promotion to the rank of Elder right now, partially because the council needs a feminine touch, but mostly due to your recent demonstrations of aptitude but...

...I wasn't aware that the title was hereditary. I'm willing to let this slide, since I'd be the first to propose that you take your f-... your own seat here.

I would like to be assured that positions here were gained thanks to merit as opposed to blood though... Could that assurance be given?"

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