Easy Victory?

[Erzie]

Another Sabre approached the landing pads in a low hover; engines as subtle as the spring breeze. The buffeting of air was silenced by the small wail of the engines shutting down, external lights extinguishing. Exiting from the pilot seat, was a heavily armored figure, ignoring the ladder on the way out, making a loud thud as he made contact with the pad. Briefly surveying the other ships in the area, James proceeded with caution. As the Doctor departed the landing area, his Sabre closed up, softly resting on the pad with all power off. As the Zoner escorts approached, he gave them a brief wave, and proceeded to the meeting without them. Regardless of his lack of security, he was confident in his judgement, striding forward with confidence.