Grumblings can be heard but here and there a smile creeps into the eyes of former fleet mates.
Zoolkhan can be seen sitting half covered in shadows, his Khumaak tied to his back as always during official war times. Even Paddington has reactivated his pod license. Small nods are exchanged.
Wotlankor walk to the middle of the auditorium and face the council.
Greetings all
Intercision hereby request to be adobted into the warrior ranks.
We are a very small corporation, but we have the skills and dedication to make this a stable and good addition to whatever form Ushra’Khan will take after the rebuild.
We are small but believe we can make an impact.
We do not ask for counsil seats.
We do not ask for space.
We do not ask for moons.
We ask for the chance to bring back to Ushra’Khan what was lost.
If for nothing else we will fight for and with you till what was lost is gained back.
After the dust settles we may be deemed unworthy to continue in the alliance and we shall leave, but give us the chance to prove ourself in battle alongside the people we call friends and have shed blood with.
I know there will be voices heard of warriors who may not have a vote but who through valor have bigger impacts than mere votes. They will vouch for us.
For where can a new warriror clan prove their worth if not on the field, back to back with fellow warriors?
Silence follows as Wotlankor walks out and the voting can comense behind closed doors.
