Empyrean Iris

Krill watched the meeting intently from the sidelines in great amusement and interest as the humans and the other GA species attempted to justify their upcoming actions with politics. Though they had no one to explain themselves to, it seemed important – for humans and the Rundi alike – to make sure they had the moral high ground.

There was a lot of justification, political jargon, and the occasional argument for the opposite side, though, it seemed to Krill, that they continued to argue the same point in a circular fashion

In the end they determined a course of action.

The Gnar'lak had violated their half of the tentative agreement voiding the contract and thus nulling the clause that prohibited other species from landing on their planet without express permission.

Following that the captain –to Krill's great surprise—had played upon the Rundi's obsession with political rank pointing out that the general's unique position among his people was more than enough to allow him the right to begin peace talks with the GA himself: a position which included the perks of full GA protection.

Krill found himself wondering how such a sly insinuation could come from the head of a creature that seemed more interested in packing his brain with useless movie quotes than he did about politics.

Either way the Finnari were eager to agree to the protection, and the captain seemed pleased with the outcome as well rubbing his hands together after finally dropping the call with the GA, "Glad to see that the GA didn't take a leaf out of the Federation's book."

One of the marines turned to look at him, "The who?"

"You know, the Federation."

Blank stares.

He threw up his hands in frustration, "You know the government in Star Trek, the one that had rules against interfering with other planets and species that had not yet reached space travel... you know that federation. The ones that would totally not allow us to do what we are doing right now... if we were them."

"Really, this, this moment right here and you had to bring Star Trek into it."

"You know what marine, I am the captain, so I can bring Star Trek into whatever I damn well please."

The Finnari looked nervously between the two arguing humans. Krill leaned over to him and, in a whisper, noted, "Don't worry, humans argue with each other all the time. They think it's fun. I have yet to see it escalate into actual violence."

The Finarri only looked somewhat convinced, "Are they always so..... aggressive? No, perhaps that is not the right word..... so..."

"Excessive?"

"Yes."

The humans continued with their banter as Krill whispered, "Yes, humans are excessive with everything. When they are mad, they get really mad, and when they are happy, they get really happy. When they are loyal, they are very loyal, and when they are disloyal, they are very disloyal."

The general plucked absently at the hem of his robe, "Is that why they have decided to help us? As far as I can determine there is no reward for them in this. In fact their men might be hurt from it or worse?"

Krill glanced over at the Captain, "Well.... Because some humans are just that way. They talk about a moral code, like a system of unwritten values that tells them right from wrong. My humans feel an obligation to protect those who are..... weaker than themselves."

He trailed off glancing over to where he could feel eyes on him from across the circle.

The Drev was watching him, her cold gold eyes fixed as if she was trying to figure out the best way to cook and eat him.