Council of the Corsair Elders

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Ares arrived early. No surprise there.

His uniform was immaculate as usual, even if the additional bandana around his neck and the medals on his chest made it look odd.

He shuffled through some papers in a file in front of him, carefully thumbing through its contents with his good hand, his mechanical one holding the 'Action Report Zeta' in front of him.

"Hola, amigos. Business as usual then?"

Despite trying to sound lighthearted, his facial expression betrayed a most serious anger.

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