information. We would, however, appreciate a few things in return.”
“What are your terms?” Mei’Gora tilted his head up, a sign Clea knew meant he did not appreciate the way Daniel spoke to him. She briefed the Earth council on how to speak to her people. She had no idea why they didn’t listen. Instead of mentioning their own demands, they should’ve allowed the Kielans to offer.
We’re generous people. Look at what we’ve already given you for nothing?
“We are currently building a second vessel, another defender for our solar system but lack the resources to complete the task. Can you assist?”
“Yes.” Mei’Gora nodded once. “What else?”
“We need to know how you plan to use the Protocol Seven and what we can do to implement your plans into our own defensive matrices. This technology has proven very powerful and if we’re not admitted fully into the alliance, we may well not have any choice but to start weathering frequent assaults on our own.”
“My government has extended me the authority to invite your culture to join our alliance,” Mei’Gora said. Gray put his hand on Clea’s forearm and squeezed it. “Conditionally.”
“Oh?” Daniel tilted his head. “Do explain.”
“After an initial assessment to determine the viability of using Protocol Seven at all, we will be taking it to a secret facility on the outskirts of our space, a place where we can replicate and perfect this weapon. If you truly wish to join the alliance, it’s time we see what you can do. We ask that you send the Behemoth with our ship, escort your technology and see for yourself what our advanced technology can do.”
The other council members began speaking all at once and Daniel hushed them. “I’m sure you realize we cannot do that. We would be relinquishing our only defense just to escort technology.”
“My second, Anthar Ru’Xin will be taking Protocol Seven to our planet. My ship will remain behind to assist you with the construction of your own vessel and we’ll also address your refugee situation. I trust you’ve done your research on me and know I will be more than capable of keeping this system safe from another breach.”
Gray looked at Clea with wide eyes. She shrugged. This surprised her but it meant good things. For one, the alliance was offering admission into their ranks. Free exchange of ideas and trade was close now. One last hoop, a simple mission to a weapon’s facility. Those were some of the safest places in alliance space.
Totally hidden and off the grid, the enemy never found one before. They’d be there and back before they knew it. The value went far beyond just seeing another part of space. It meant a collusion of ideas culminating in the prolonged safety of Earth and the eventual destruction of their mutual enemy.
Clea hoped the humans were smart enough to agree.
“Give us a moment to deliberate.” Daniel turned to Gray. “Captain Atwell, will you please join us?”
Gray glanced at Clea, “wish me luck”. He stepped away, leaving her to sit stiff and nervous. Depending on how the council voted, she, and the Behemoth, would leave Earth space. It had been years since she’d done so. Her heart raced even as she maintained a placid expression. Even a milk run sounded exciting to her, anything to get out and about, to see other systems.
This opportunity for motion seemed too good to pass up. She hoped the council saw it the same way.
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Gray approached the gathered assembly who whispered in hushed
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