As the men stormed out of the council Ben stood again. His frustration was written on his face but he kept his temper in control, instead, he took a deep breath and shook his head.
A few eyes turned to him as he pushed his chair behind the table and motioned for his aid to bring him his combat jacket.
"oh? me?" he said to the unspoken questions. He nodded to the door that the men had so recently left through. "That..." he said "Was what i would call an over-reaction, nevertheless all this has made me remember something my father told me many many years ago before he flew off to his death."
He put on his coat "Don't trust the Noble men, he told me.... ". He strapped on his belt and put his data pad in its pouch. "While i don't entirely agree with it, there is a certain truism to some of what he said, So many of us look only to their own Haciendas instead of the good of the people as a whole...."
He walked towards the door himself and as he strode out he said " I'll be between here and the Fes if anyone needs me, my Comm ID is known to all and should the chamber reconvene with some kind of unity you know where to call...."
He kicked open the door and kept walking "But until the vision of the council extends beyond their own noses I'll take heed of the precedent and be about my own affairs... which, Gentleman, are needing my attention."
He caught the holster and blaster that was tossed to him from the aid at the weapons check point before striding the last few paces to the main doors.
And as he stood outside in the bright Cretian sunshine he shook his head again.... Maybe he was just old fashioned, maybe the ideals passed to him were echoes from an age long gone and they remained now an anachronism in the face of modern greed, pride and ambition.
Taking another deep breathe, he headed for the bar.
