Custo' stood once more after the Commandant had taken his seat once more. A grim smile rested upon Custo's face. Now was the time for action, the phase of politicking finished.
"I wondered when we would finished talking and someone would call for an official vote. It is probably right that it would be Carlos to cast the first vote, after all he was the first to be affected by these blights.
"I shall cast my vote to second my Don's. I say deny them the right to the Council and deny them the right to Corsair space!
"Let them grovel and beg at the table of the Junkers and Zoners for a place to land, or else allow the dogs to perish the the void of space!"