As Trillalil stirred from his faint his first sight was the helmeted human towering over him. “Ugh I am so sorry honored ambassador I must have passed out while waiting I had the funniest dream. I dreamt that you said that you managed to survive long enough to evolve the ability to breathe volatile ship fuel in an atmosphere containing it.”

“Yeah? My entire planet did too its not special” the human replied confused.

Trill responded “we have logged tens of thousands of species in our local systems but never one that breathed oxygen, in fact most tended to combust when exposed therefore that must have been a dream.”

The human sighed and explained “it is not a dream as pleasant as that may have been, but most silicon based species like you do have that tendency to not believe carbon based oxygen breathers given we are to you made out of plants and breathe ship fuel. On a happier note, nice to meet you. I am ambassador Ssor Bob, the Martian representative for the TFS.”

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During Ssor’s explanation trill stared in a blank mix of awe, disbelief, and fright just now realizing that the human had a canister of ship fuel strapped to him and how crazy this would look to his boss. Snapping himself out of his stupor he quickly replied “official greetings from the Squick Bureaucracy.”

Noticing the humans suddenly paler skin he asked “what is the issue”

Ssor asked carefully “is your entire governance system really a bureaucracy” as if poking a tiger about to pounce”

Trill said “yes, indeed why do you ask” wondering why a towering human would worry about that.

The Ssor slowly sat down in the floor wondering how a multi system race could function properly and not immediately fall into chaos being run by administrative forms, bureaucrats, and accountants all located light years apart. Remarking slowly “I,I think I might need a small nap” before passing out.