Chapter 8:

While Dorfo was panicking on the inside and trying to look composed on the outside, Garden was calmly standing and waiting, as if he knew the Terrans would respond. Minutes had already passed with nothing but silence. The Yoranian secretary was casually tapping on her data pad. The clicking of her reptilian nails on the data pad was starting to irritate Dorfo. While he was struggling to stay calm and not snap at the woman, the comms opened, and the Terran voice spoke,

"Greetings and well met, Ambassador Garden Ren. The honor is ours. Your vessel still seems to be in a state of distress. We would gladly provide aid if possible and make this contact official. We hope you will accept our offer. We can assemble a team of engineers and medical personnel and join you on your ship if you would kindly extend us the invitation."

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Dorfo's eyes grew wide.

"Thank you, High Admiral. You seem to be a fine diplomat,"

Now the old man was speaking out of his ass,Dorfo thought sarcastically.

"We gladly accept your offer of aid and extend an invitation to you and your entourage. Please join me on our ship at your convenience. I will be waiting."

"Thank you, Ambassador. We will join you shortly."

Dorfo was at a loss. This turn of events was nothing he expected. The Terrans and diplomacy? These were the people who literally exterminated the Tor. He didn't want them anywhere near his ship, but there was nothing he could say or do. To defy the old councilor would be practically a death sentence. If not physical, it would at least be career suicide. He looked at Garden with bewildered eyes, waiting for any reaction. The old man turned to his secretary, who was now typing even faster on her data pad, using two of her fingers.

"Rara, what is an ambassador?"

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