Men and women dressed in various military uniforms, sat at an oval table inside a briefing room, as they discussed the importance of keeping silent on the latest discovery. They had been dead set on keeping this news from the public. The last thing they needed was to create widespread panic. In the last 24-hours, intelligent life forms from space have reached out, and they’re not sure how to proceed.
After all, they’re not even sure if they happened to be a threat to civilization. There was much to learn about the Lumenari species. Considering the fact everyone had been staring at the non- human individual that spoke perfect English, as they sat in front of a large projector screen. The pale skin humanoid with abyssal black colored eyes, Commander Zhukov, stoically sat on the receiving end.
After the initial introduction, everyone began to confer about the topic at hand. Their entire species were on the brink of extinction. A virus that spread throughout their home planet had caused their females to become barren. Making it impossible to create the next generation of Lumenari. They tried numerous healing techniques, and came up short every time. Now, it was up to them to do whatever is necessary to ensure their survival. Even if it meant creating a new species by breeding with humans.
Commander Zhukov continued to plead his case of why human women were needed, “We have done extensive research, and your species is the closest shot for our survival.”
Humans were supposed to be the best shot at surviving, according to their leader.
However, the Lumenari still needed to do various testing to be confident in their hypothesis.They wanted to have a peaceful negotiation, so they had been willing to share some of their knowledge with the humans. His mission isn’t considered complete until the first birth is successful, and the viral outbreak has been reversed. Several hours of debating back and forth lead to them discussing the best course of action.
General Dryad sat at the head of the table. He leaned forward in his chair, hands clasped together, audibly voicing his concern, “There are so many questions I have about that. First, how would you even know that?”
Major General Freesia nodded in agreement, leaning forward in her chair, as she sat next to Admiral Anders. “We don’t even know if humans are compatible,” She casually remarked, tapping her finger on the table.
“Would you be willing to work closely with a geneticist of our choosing?” Major General Freesia curiously asked Commander Zhukov after clearing his throat.
“We have our own team that I trust to help create the best outcome for everyone involved,” Commander Zhukov confidently remarked. “Although, if you feel the need to have one of your own working on the case… then I shall do whatever is necessary to ensure both parties are happy.”
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“I think that would be ideal, because having someone that is familiar with human anatomy could shed some light on something that your species may not fully understand,” Admiral Anders sternly replied as he looked at the screen.
General Dryad ran a hand through his short silver hair as he frowned with disapproval, his deep voice dryly remarking, “We need to figure out the logistics of what potential outcome this could cause .”
We shall continue this discussion further once we can figure out how to navigate the complexities of this agreement. We will reconvene in 72-hours,” General Dryad sighed, leaning back in his chair as he exhaustingly remarked. “I am hoping that we will gain more information, and can come to a mutual understanding Commander Zukhov,” he casually wished.
General Dryad cleared his throat, he sternly ordered, “Till’ we have more information on the matter… our orders are to keep this quiet.” His brown eyes scanned across the room, his tone left no room for discussion, “We do not speak of this outside this room. Am I understood?”
Everyone around the table nodded their heads as they unanimously replied, “Yes, sir.”
“Both parties should benefit from this agreement,,” Major General Freesia nodded her head in agreement.
“We should discuss the terms over the next meeting,” Admiral Anders quipped.
“I will speak with my superiors about everything, and I do hope our future meetings will be prosperous for both of us. Until our paths cross again,” General Zhukov slightly bowed his head as he bid the human military members farewell.
“You are all dismissed,” General Dryad stood from his chair, his sharp gaze piercing through the small beige colored room as he barked orders.
Everyone quickly filtered out of the room except for Major General Freesia and General Dryad. She slowly ambled around the table, closing the distance between the two, so she could stand directly in front of her superior officer. Major General Freesia began to whisper, so there was not a chance of anyone overhearing their conversation. “We need to do whatever is necessary to ensure a peaceful solution on our end. Even if it means bargaining with the unknown,” she scrunched her eyebrows together, sounding unsure of the possibilities.
“I know. There is too much at stake, but we have to be prepared for the worst case scenario,” General Dryad placed clasp hands together behind his back as he solemnly responded .
“I mean if they wanted to wage war… don’t you think they would have entered the atmosphere guns blazing?”
“You do have a point, but it doesn’t hurt to be prepared. We know nothing about who they are or how far they’re willing to go to get what they want.”
“Well I’ll hope for good news, and we shouldn’t be quick to jump the gun. The last thing we need is to piss off a species that could potentially be way ahead of us in intelligence, and not to mention it is possible that they could have more powerful weapons,” she sternly pointed out, fierceness shining through her gaze.
He narrowed his eyes in judgement, his tone filled with frustration, “Yeah. I will make some calls. Once I find out some more information— you will be called first thing. For now… you can leave.”
She straightened her posture, as she was feeling slighted, her voice came out sharp to the commanding officer, “Yes, sir.”
General Dryad watched his subordinate, dressed in blues, turn away from him as she quickly left the room. He made sure the room was completely cleared before letting out a massive sigh. As his thoughts began to run all over the place. Having so much at stake, and he doesn’t know how to handle it. The unknown forces at play were much larger than he could have ever imagined, but it was only a matter of time before human civilization had been exposed to something out of their element. Who would have thought aliens were actually real? They were supposed to be stories or conspiracy, and now they’re knocking at the front door asking for help.