' Wrote:Now lead the way, signore Buonocore.

Buonocore raised an eyebrow , then started nodding no and took off his hat for a second.

''Emillio Emillio Emillio.....
Once again you are trying to tell me what to do.
No amigo , I have a better plan.
YOU - lead the way.''

After these words El Presidente pointed downwards towards the courtyard many meters below them,
and the Brotherhood soldatos surrounded Emillio.

''Old amigo...
I remember you as a ambitious hombre.
Someone cunning and wise, ruthless but fair.
You were supposed to have a great future, maybe becoming an Elder yourself.
But you chose otherwise.

You left your Hermanos presuming you perished,
while in fact for years you did not care about the Brotherhood, your cradle....
Now since you've returned , you think you can tell me what to do.
Those years are over.
For the sake of the Empire and all Corsair people,
I cannot allow our old friendship to stand in the way of what needs to be done.''

Emillio did not look frightened.
There was a fury in his eyes, a burning anger.
A part of him knew this was about to happen and he chose to ignore his instincts.
He pointed his finger at Buonocore, but was at a loss for words.
His vision was blurred, his legs felt weak.

While the soldatos drove him closer to the edge of the terrace,
and uncovered their blades, He didn't stray his eyes from Buonocore
who spoke out the last words Emillio would hear.


''Condemn me Emillio, it does not matter.... history.... will absolve me.''

Five blades simultaneously stabbed deeply in his abdomen.
Emillio stumbled but before he could drop to his knees , Tribune Werss grabbed him by his shoulders.
While blood came out of Ferucci's mouth he mumbled:
''Even you.... Werss?''

The Tribune then threw him off the roof terrace.
As his body dropped into the courtyard fountain many meters below him,
his blood turned the water bright red.
The visitors of the fiesta ran towards the fountain.
There was commotion, most were shocked, especially the foreign visitors.
Others grinned , some clapped and yelled things like "Bella panorama!!!''



Meanwhile on the roof terrace Emillio's assassins washed their hands and dried them off.
Buonocore said:
''Now , time for us to make way to the balcony , I think our guests expect a speech.''

From a balcony , Elder Buonocore looks down to the crowd.
They are quiet , anticipating an explanation on what just happened.
Two of his servants stand behind him , one holding a Brotherhood flag.
El presidente then raises his arms and starts to speak.



My good people,

what you see before you , floating in that red soaked fountain,
is the corpse of a man who attempted to assassinate me just moments ago.

Do not think this man was a Bretonian , nor a Rheinlander.
No , this corpse that had Corsair blood flowing through its veins,
is a sour reminder to each and every one of us, that our enemy knows no honour!

That our enemy prays upon the weaker ones amongst us,
persuading them into surrendering, cowardice , discarding centuries of Corsair moral values!
This enemy misguides the weakest amongst us,
Makes them walk a foolish path of biting the hand that feeds!

This enemy lives within the borders of our empire,
within the hull of our space stations and within the walls of our cities!
It can move through the masses invisible to the naked eye,
and it can paralyse the strongest of men, while it feeds on the blood of our children... our future....

This enemy knows no government or state , it has no home.
That's why it chooses to live in our homes.
This beast knows no courage and has no soul ,
that's why it tries to steal your courage, your soul!

It's name is fear, and the only place where it can dwell is in our hearts!!!

Do not let fear siege your mind, kiss your lover and starve your children.
Today we declare war on this beast called fear!
We will smoke it out of it's lair!
Burn the houses that give shelter to it!
Punish every man woman and child on planet Crete and our territories who dares to feed it!
Expose it out in the open where it is easy to see for all and rebel against!

Together, my people , we will capture the beast , tame it and make it our own!
We will unleash it on el Hecian, el Bretonian , and anyone else who stands in our way!
It will be our greatest instrument in our efforts to defend our people!

In order to achieve you must follow your Elders,
so we can move with the grace and speed of a single body!
Our ancestors worshipped the bull, a powerful creature.
Alone , it could be easily murdered by a single man.
But together they could crush anything on their path!

As my good friend señorita Ash told me,
we must learn from nature and respect it's infinite power.
This is why we must push forward,
tirelessly repel the attacks on our homelands,
build and maintain a great realm for our future generations!

Tonight we eat , drink and rest.
Mañana we will get out there and do what we must!

Viva el Imperio del Corsario!
Viva!!!!!!!
Viva!!!!!!!


While many in the crowd yell ''Viva el Presidente'' journalists from the Domingo and Canal Uno are approached by people from the Corsair Brotherhood who politely ask them to follow.
Meanwhile Buonocore and his soldatos make their way back to the courtyard.