It is roughly two hours before the conference schedule and MFE Academy is picking up three incoming ships. It's one Titan escorted by two Centurion class fighters. Cesar Gutierrez, the Brotherhood's Elder, being the pilot of the Titan, sends the identification signal and permission to dock to MFE Academy. With a few button presses on the console, he signals two escort fighters to turn back and they break formation from his ship. Just as Cesar powers down his weapons and cruise engines, the installation grants him docking access and he begins initiating the docking sequence.
As he's slowly piloting his ship into the docking bay, he sighs as his mind thinks of many sacrifices and losses that accumulated during the battle of Freeport 9. He knew some of the pilots that had this conflict as the final battle of their lives. "I could've been one of them..." he says in his mind "...but Santa Muerte has decided it's still not my time once more."
Seeing his hermanos deaths in over two decades long experience on the battlefied almost became natural to him, but the pain always hits back. It was extremely shocking at first, but his mind has learned to filter out some of the pain over time. Even if one doesn't realise it, no matter how tough, after each time a tiny part of their soul gets eaten away.
Like every other Corsair, Cesar has learned very early in his life that losses are unavoidable in battles, despite being as loco as he is, he always worked on trying to keep them minimal as best as possible. It is what he will try once more in this summit.
Just as his mind drifted back to reality, Cesar's ship has successfully docked on MFE Academy's docking bay. He prepares to leave the ship while waiting for the warning lights to confirm that the room's atmosphere has been pressurized back to normal.
A couple of security guards await him outside and he greets them once he exists his Titan.
"Mister Gutierrez, you too have decided to arrive early." says one of the security guards.
Cesar nods and responds "I often say Omicrons are dangerous and full of unexpected surprises, amigo. I always take that into account. If you would, lead me to the private quarters where I can reside until the meeting take place, por favor."
The guard nods and tilts his head towards the other guard signaling him to escort Cesar to his temporary quarters.
Present time
Cesar leaves his quarters and walks his way to the conference room with the same guard from before navigating him through the Academy. He observes the Academy's interiors and its advanced medical technology, which as always looks impressive, but it's not something new from MFE. In the main hall, on his right he notices doors that have small windows he could see through and there were multiple men, very clearly Corsairs, being relocated for treatment by MFE doctors and he remembers this well. He continues his way towards the conference room. Upon reaching it, the guard instructs him to go through the doors and remains standing there.
Right upon entering, Cesar notices that the conference has just started as announced by Doc Holliday, slightly earlier than he expected. He spots Executor de Creta and Doc Holiday are now in the process of exchanging words, so he decides to greet other participants of the summit with a handshake and a slight nod to not create any interruptions. Over many years, the Brotherhood used to make deals or cooperate with these Zoner groups as back as when Cesar was a mere rookie pilot of M3 class fighter, but it's his first time meeting their lead figures in person.
He finds an opportunity to approach Doc Holliday as he took his seat and while offering him a handshake says "Senor Holliday, the Corsair Empire is in your debt. Gracias for treating our men despite everything in present situation, I will never forget this. Hopefully our groups can continue the stable diplomacy, not just to honor the former Elder Sephardi, but also for the better future."
Finally he greets Executor de Creta and jokingly says: "My apologies for arriving in very last minute. Bad weather, amigo!" while rubbing his beard.
Maybe an attempt to make Executor de Creta jealous of that beard. No one knows, even the character writer himself.
Afterwards, he takes his designated seat next to the Executor and with everyone present the conference can officially begin.
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