Laowai did'nt own any kind of uniform that could be called formal. However, he had brushed up his first captains uniform and polished what metal it still possessed. Damned if he was going to look like he hadnt at least made an effort.
He had set foot in the council chambers only a few times before, and sat on the council in session only once, yet since that time, his voice had carried weight and the combined Elders had included his name now among those who would hold permanent seat among them. Elder for sure, given the life expectancy of most Corsairs he was older than many of the "Elders" now sitting, yet he was not sure if this position was now a blessing or curse.
However, after spending a life of being on the outside, and never deviating from the old code that his father had taught him, he would be damned if he wasn't going to step up to the position now. Approaching the guards he produced his ID, newly stamped with the council passcode. The guards eyed him suspiciously, as they had every time he had entered this place - a Kusari looking man in a Corsair uniform still rubbed them the wrong way. Scanning his card however the guard raised his eyebrows.
"Is there a problem?" Laowai asked. The guard handed the card back quickly and snapped a salute, "No Elder, you may pass of course".
"Elder" the term still sat uncomfortably in his own mind but he enjoyed the guards discomfort - Corsairs of his type had been the bane of his existence since the moment he had set foot on Crete as a boy.
He checked his sidearms with the aide at the foyer and proceeded down the hall to the entrance of the council chamber. Politics of late among the Corsairs had been messy, heated, hasty even, yet the solemnity of this moment was not lost on him. He was passing into a place where only a few were granted entry, and even fewer held seats - the history of his people hung from the walls of this place, and he could not help feel a little humbled that he would now sit among them.
As one of them.
He hadnt informed his sister yet, he knew she would not know how to respond.
He entered the room, noting the familiar faces of those already gathered here. Bowing his respects he took up the seat that was indicated as his by the aide. He knew most of these men considered him old fashioned, and a thorn in their sides most of the time. Yet, he respected them all, and he knew, sitting among them, that he had in his years of service, earned their respect also. Seating himself, he thought of his father; "Finally old man, i can honour you, finally, i will serve the code from which you never swayed"
