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The words "What the hell are you?", slip through the ministers lips, with tone of disgust, before he could keep himself together and says "Follow me."
While everyone passes through into the hall, the minister stays at the door, asking one of the humans passing "This thing has to be joking. We would accept animals like this as our slaves maybe, but as a diplomat?"
[Event] Death of an empire
Hannizio
Ducking through the archways, the Germans make their way through the hallway to the hall, some stretching themselves as they are able to stand upright again.
Looking around, Admiral Richter nods slightly, appreciating the architecture. He then takes out a short cigar and lights it while following the minister of defense, hardly able to withhold a smile as he passes the minister suggesting a long cloak for the xenos. Bowing slightly down to him he whispers:
"Better fitting zhan a cloak vould be a prison uniform, but oh vell, vhat can you do."
Hannizio
A shuttle heads down to the coordinates and lands. Out steps five people. The first is a Zaltzi Fleet Admiral, the next is a Gamilas Admiral, and the last three are Zaltzi staff.
"Hello, we are here for the conference. My name is Fleet Admiral Kiani."
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the minister mumbles, more to himself than to others: "not more of them..."
The next second he puts on a forced smile and welcomes the new guests.
Just as the others before, he offers the obvious alien something to hide his face and skin, while bringing them into the hall
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The minister of defense can't hold himself and giggles, but manages to pull himself together. He asks all the attending humans, if they would like something to drink or eat
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The admiral politely refuses, feeling a bit...insulted. At the mention of food and drink, he, being extremley polite, requests some as well. Kiani refuses, as do the rest of the staff.
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"If you don't accept to hide, I would suggest not showing yourself in public, for your own safety. Any special wishes in terms of food? Should the drink be alcoholic?"
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"I have my own ways, but for the meeting it is best to go without. No, and definitely no alcohol, but i would like to try some of the local cuisine."
Hannizio
The German soldiers take off their fully enclosed helmets, setting them aside next to their rifles. The officers as well take off their caps, setting them next to themselves on their benches, as is custom in the Reich.
The soldiers joke around at the table. "Hut ab beim Essen, sonst kommt deine Mutter und zieht dir die Ohren lang!"
Laughing, one soldier points over to the avian. "Und der hat eh keine Ohren, dem wurden die schon abgerissen!"
One of the officers, hiding a smirk, commands them to stop as they order their foods, it mostly consists of beer and various meats.
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Food and drinks are brought, Its the best the planet has to offer.
After 15 minutes of eating and drinking, the minister of defense coughs in his hand, before he starts to speak in a loud voice: "We are thankful all of you came here. But we are not here to enjoy ourselves. We have important matters to discuss. From the little intel we have, we know that they will attack with only a smaller part of their fleet first, to test our defensive line. They have many HDC ships and outnumber our fleet. But they don't know you are here, and I wish we could keep it that way. The alien technology is superior to HDC technology in nearly any way. And the aliens couldn't upgrade the captured HDC ships in this short amount of time. But they will equip them with internal explosive devices, so there is no chance we will win their loyalty back. Even with your forces they will outnumber us, and they have shown to adapt quickly to new battlefields. Our biggest strength is that they maybe underestimate our forces. So how will we make the best use of this? Any suggestions?"
Hannizio
The old captain leans back a bit before lighting a pipe he had taken out of his jacket, leaning over to Admiral Richter and whispering something in his ear. Richter nods slightly and whispers something back before speaking loudly:
"Ve should keep most forces in reserve, hidden in a different system vhile zhe xenos pioneer force attacks. After zhey have made zheir attack run, ve relocate to our positions and await zhe main attack. Zhey vill not expect reinforcements as zheir pioneers will have told zhem zhat zhere are only zhe HDC present."
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One of the Zaltzi staff speaks up.
"Constantly change tactics, be unpredictable. Keep small groups in reserve to adapt to their strategy, and use the element of surprise. Our defense carriers can cloak into subspace, and have a powerful ventral laser. They will be our surprise attack. once the alien's are between them and the capital, we strike. Keep the fleets near the poles, where the powerful magnetic force will scramble their sensors. Keep the meltorias for your use, however, they have to expect some help will come, and will be suspicious if none does.
"Good ideas. My suggestion would be to add random signals on all possible ways of communication, to prevent any clear messages from leaving. By splitting our forces we could risk a single fast death strike"
"Indeed, that could work. Isaiah, you damned mongrel, put on the coat posthaste."
With an angered sigh she obliges, obviously infuriated by the blatant xenophobia as she shoves the coat on over her feathers.
"...Yes captain."
They continue on. As they enter the room and are offered refreshments the Captain politely asks for a glass of wine while his accompanying crew get their own assorted drinks. Isaiah speaks as well
"If you wouldn't mind, could I-"
"No, Isaiah, they offered to the humans, not you." the captain blurted in, cutting her off as she grunts angrily but holds her composure.
"I agree-" says Crilo, "-Hit and run, distract the enemy with random signals, and then the artillery stationed around can take potshots from a distance."
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Another of the staff speaks up.
"We have to switch the frequencies we communicate on, as when they captured the remains of your fleet, they must have found them. That station has a hyperdrive, does it not? If so, then hold it at the poles, just like our fleet, and then jump it behind them, to sow chaos."
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Alpheratz (The Gamilas) speaks up.
"Bloody hell, we are in private, there is no reason to have her hide her feathers. Ok, these people are somewhat xenophobic, but we came to help. There is no reason why we should have to hide what we are, just because of the opinions of others. Maybe they only offered food and drink to the humans, but if that happens you should speak up, not hide or accept it!
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Crilo simply smiles and scoffs as Isaiah turns away, angered and embarrassed by the entire situation
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He continues, clearly inflamed by this entire situation.
"Why should you hate or dislike someone based on what they look like, or where they come from, it is not their fault, and they shouldn't be ashamed of it. Judge people based on their actions, not what they look like."
He turns to Isaiah, and signals one of the HDC guards.
"let me get you something, it is not fair that the whims and prejudices of others should rob you of equal treatment. What would you like? They have this nice lobster chowder, maybe that?"