After a long flight from Omega 5, a man in his early thirties requested an entry permission from Crete's docking ring. He was assigned to a station not far away from the Council chambers. "Convenient.", he thought, as he was setting up his sleeping bag in the Titan's cargo hold once again. It was getting late, and the Council would not be in at this point anyway. He would wait for the next meeting and announce his intentions.
The next day, he entered the Council building - the place where some of the toughest decisions were made... Or so he'd been told. Despite this being his first visit, he would know where to go - he heard a lot of the place from his father. After moving through the entry hall through a coterie of security staff, he would check the schedule board - the Council was in session.
He walked towards the session room directly, stopping next to a desk a few rooms away from the Great Hall itself. He looked at the person sitting behind the desk. They looked in the eye, and the man spoke with a confident, yet humble tone:
I wish to speak to the Elders. Announce me whenever possible. Anibal of Cadiz.
