The stage was set.

All that was missing was a red carpet, though it would have been woefully out of place on what was once a military outpost. Positioned conveniently near the beating heart of Liberty situated on Manhattan. And true to the terms of the summit security had been redoubled several times, guards in the hangars, and a few on a slow looping patrol around the corridors that led arriving delegates to the main chamber.

The venue itself was a large and well-lit room that had almost certainly been "renovated" ever since it was conquered years prior. A pair of large metal doors marked a threshold for every delegate to cross, guards on the inside and outside of it. Banners and small placards denoted the intended seating arrangement, with the Alliance delegation being entitled to the head of the table given that they had called for the summit. Immediately to the left and right of those seats were the Rogues and Hackers respectively, the militants and the Order positioned down the line. Some forethought had been used to have the Order's representatives sit next to the Hackers, while the far more nebulous Militants were meant to be seated next to the Rogues. The only oddity would be the isolated chair at the far end, directly across from the Alliance delegation. It was simply designated with the name "CALIBAN" and supplied no further elaboration, nor did it feature a flag of any kind.

This was done with the intent of keeping things civil, of course. But that was more so a hope than a directive, seeing as any attempt to use brute force to pacify disagreement would only make things significantly more heated. Though to placate any potential outbreak of excess grouchiness, food and drink had been served. A choice between vegetarian and not, as per the preference of whomever was sitting in their respective chairs. All no doubt stolen from OSC Liners or Bretonian shipping that had not been so fortunate as to make it through California without demands levied.

Space was also thoughtfully devoted to the provision of fixtures for cameras to record and stream the proceedings across distance, which honored the request of the particularly enthusiastic group of Hackers. All that remained was for the actual delegates themselves to arrive.

Mister Cobra. That was a new one.

"Commander Morreti or just Morreti is sufficient, Testament. And while you're at it, since you're the first here feel free to tear into the food without concern for table manners. Consider it a reward for punctuality." The words were accompanied by the abrupt shuffle of movement as he stood up, gave the Militant delegate a solid and seemingly friendly thump on the shoulder. He then placed an empty glass on the table before proceeding to gracefully add in three ice cubes and what appeared to be the sector's most generic looking soda. A beverage for this ravenous creature that had no doubt been hard at work clawing away at Liberty's military industrial complex used to secure Erie.

When this gesture was complete, Damien swiftly replaced himself in his chair.

It was like looking into a mirror for a moment. Fake smile and impeccable manners that came from a routine burned into the brain rather than a position of respect or sincerity. Regardless, Morreti once more rose to his feet but stayed within the general vicinity of his seat while facilitating a firm handshake.

"Likewise, Senator. By all means please take a seat and fetch yourself something to eat or drink." The dull formalities were at least an opportunity to study the people trickling in, to get a measure of people like this doppelganger. Though for his part, Damien was dressed in the now-iconic white and red of the LFR, a blue medal hanging from the neck of his uniform among several other small pins and ribbons to denote service in either a particular campaign or endeavor.

Keeping this colorful bunch of guests from using the utensils provided as weapons was surely going to be a hassle. Damien was already mentally preparing himself for tantrums and demands, as well as the means by which he could defuse or otherwise detract from subjects that were irrelevant to the agenda up for discussion.