Anibal was quite astonished by this situation. He was walking up and down the hall, occasionally popping off to get something to chew on and hydrate himself. At night, he would go to the ship to sleep, only to return in the morning and request an audience - to no avail. This was quite disturbing, but also insulting. Anibal wasted two weeks waiting for an audience with someone who apparently can not care less about what he has to say. If that's how the Council would want it, that is what they would get.
He turned towards the exit and started walking with a face of determination. As he was walking by the desk, he briefly stopped, and said: "If the Elders manage to shuffle their butts our of that room, tell them I was here, and that my time spent in this hall was quite insightful and inspiring. Adios."
Immediately afterwards, he headed to his Titan. "Two weeks of docking fees in this hellhole... For nothing. Excellent!", he thought. He walked out of the Council Hall building. The wind picked up sand again and the streets were almost empty. No matter. He put the scarf on his face and started walking to the dock. An hour walk or so. He didn't need to be reminded of why he hates this place, but the sand needles made it easier to sink in. Besides, some more time to think will do him good. Well - truth be told, he had two weeks to think, but that was a completely different train of thought. Knowing that the Council does not care about the "common pleb", so to speak, made him think about something else. Something he did not consider before, but we'll see where will it take him. Perhaps to his death? Who knows?
And so he walked...
Arriving into the docks, he shook off most of the sand and some contempt off himself - just like a wet dog. He paid the dock crew the fees for his ship, dropped them a box of rum and food from the cargo pod and queued for the undocking sequence. After exiting Crete's orbit, he looked at Sparta's sun once again, and swore to never come back. He flew past Kalhmera and Tripoly for one last time. Jumped through the hole beyond them, and set course for Andalusia, to dock Cadiz.
