Jose had been to many old buildings before now, but not one that held the same significance as the Council chambers.
Like all Corsairs, he had grown up knowing where the building was and what it had looked like as it had been featured many times on the telecasts, but hed never expected to walk into the Council chamber, especially not as a member of the Council.
However, here he was, and despite being 42 he still felt a little bit like a young child on their first day at school.
Like all who entered the chamber he had been politely requested to surrender his side arm to the guards. The lack of the blaster only served to make him feel even more uncomfortable, it was something he habitually wore in much the same way that most people wear a chronograph on their wrists.
Whilst travelling to the Council Chambers on the maglev, Jose had asked Carlos what it was that was expected of him by the Council. Carlos had responded by simply saying that the Council expected that he only do his duty, whilst the Corsair Nation expected very much more. Jose was certain that this comment was supposed to put him at ease in reality it had made things worse.
More than duty? More than being prepared to die to protect those who he had sworn to protect? What more was there he could give?
Having now entered the Council chamber and surveyed all of those already present he realised what it was that was more than mere duty. He recognised in each of those present the quality of leadership. Leadership was what the Corsairs expected of their Council, and Jose said a silent prayer that he might live up to those expectations.
He took his seat and wondered if Custo was feeling the same.
