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The Seventh Orion War
This is Part Four of the continuation of Fear of the dark, if you haven't heard that, all six chapters are right here:   • Fear Of The Dark | HFY | SciFi Storie...  

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Major Willis hated this assignment, and not much was changing that. He had been given clear instructions on how to deliver the Terran Front’s message to the Galactic Senate, and while it had been the highlight of his career to watch the Vral ambassador squirm that was all he had been allowed to do. His selection to fill this role had been a long and difficult process that even he knew nothing about when it was happening. One day he had been asked a question that any human or chua would have answered with the same enthusiasm, and that answer had confined him to this soft existence. ‘Will you do whatever is needed to serve and preserve us all?’ That had been the question. The chair he sat in was plush, his desk made of some synthetic material that was firm yet soft to the touch all the same, the office built for a human, while at the same time having the same furnishings that would fit his co-ambassador. Kiziko leaned forward in his own smaller chair, his tail absently curled, his entire attention focused on a small potted plant in front of him. He knew Kiziko well enough to know they both hated this assignment. Kiziko would have been better served on the front lines and Willis knew he himself would have been much happier commanding a destroyer. Instead they were here, reading on the advances of the Terran Front fleet and waiting for Senate sessions to convene that they were not going to attend. Major Willis had only one point of optimism, which were the ambassadors who had made appointments to meet with him. That optimism had been short lived, the laxed attitudes of the various nations of the Senate were, to be blunt, annoying. The Turnika stand in had not even sent an acknowledgement of the Terran Front’s position, although Major Willis knew well the reasons behind that. He had expected visitation from others though, those that bordered the Vral and had been threatened by them. The Pilanesti at least, but no one had contacted his office, save one governmental ambassador, the very one he was in the office now to greet.

Willis looked from where he was staring at his hands to the door, and waited. Time seemed to drift, and for him, it was almost painful. He couldn’t stand the inactivity. Frustration was a constant companion here, and the worst thing about it was there was no pressure valve to release it. Position, as they say, breeds responsibility, but one thing they didn’t tell him when they informed him of his assignment as an envoy and ambassador to the Senate was that position, in this profession, was…

A knock sounded at the door, and Major Willis stood, as did Kiziko. “Ambassador Voltka, of the Cikanomori.” His attache announced from the door, and Major Willis found himself falling into parade rest out of sheer habit. He had read the file on the Chikanomori, he had read it six times, but as the elder member of that species ducked it’s head and began to slither into the room he was truly impressed. The Chikanomori were large, snakelike, and as it looked to him it flicked it’s tongue towards him. Willis was reminded of a rattlesnake. Ambassador Voltka made their way into the room, and Willis was struck by how something that large moved with such a slow and deliberate grace. It came to a stop, then slowly it’s body seemed to curl around itself, coiling beneath it’s raised… What was it that Willis could compare this to, a torso? The door to his office closed and Willis walked around his desk.

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