The Major led his centurions and father to the almost rebuilt council building, it looked different than the old one, and the old council building was a mausoleum or plaice, it used to tower over the rest of the city, the councillors were so disconnected from the rest of society that the people barley knew who the new president was, the counsel who were so well protected in there fortress plaice that they never fought, during the whole time war the council never left the planet never picked up a weapon.
As they walked he could see the people working he could see in the eyes of many that they had fought they had the same look he had in his eighth regeneration, the look of veterans, the haunted thousand yard stare the nerves of people that survived, always looking for the next threat eyes always looking nerves always sensitive to the point of paranoia, he knew the look well because it had been him doing the same.
Some people watched as he passed them others just got on with the rebuilding posses. The building looked like a fortified version of the American senate building. They lead him into the main hall where weighting for him were fifty five people, forty five men and woman in normal council attire another three in centurion officer attire, two in army gray, two in air force white and three in navy blue for fleet.
None looked happy to see the doctor.
"Hi" he said waving at the assembled council. All but one seat was full and the one missing was the head of the council he prayed to whatever god would listen that the new head was nothing like that last.
She walked in and took her seat the doctor felt a shear dread take hold as his eyes were being bored into by the head councillor.
She hammered her gavel down
"Dose the accused have anything to say" she said with slight anger
"Hi dear its bin along time how are the kids?" he asked sheepishly,