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Calling the Tune
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
“Ambassador Balakrishnan,” Navot said as she entered the conference room, “fair day.”
The canine’s expression was guarded. “Zogat, k’Ven-dōthant.” She looked like she had been sleeping more and had been taking better care of herself. Part of Navot’s heart went out to her.
Only part, however; the Terran envoy had certainly played her part in reaching the current state of affairs. “I apologize for summoning you to this meeting so early,” Navot said, “but I have been speaking with the Foreign Minister.”
“Aka i’?” Balakrishnan said, her ears perking.
“Yes. The Azrinkirfrelyatz stands at Terra’s gates; to prevent further needless death and destruction the Sovereign states the following terms.” She made a gesture over her padd, and the text appeared on Balakrishnan’s device. The vir sat back as the canine began to read.
“Kya bakavaas hai. . .” Balakrishnan breathed in Hindi before her voice trailed off. She looked up. “You – “
“Not I,” Navot declared. “The Sovereign.”
“Hmm. The Sovereign proposes holding every system conquered so far until every planet and settlement has the opportunity to decide for themselves whether to rejoin the Confederacy; the Confederacy must negotiate separately with the former Colonies; reduce our armed forces to a bare minimum required for maintaining law and order; and . . . “ She looked up. “You’re joking.”
“No.”
“Simply give up every leader who authorized the attacks on Gwath ka-shlal?”
“You know the alternative, Balakrishnan-vī,” Navot said. She smiled. “Of course, we know that you, personally, had no part in those decisions and argued against them.”
The canine immediately grasped the implication and smiled. It was probably the first genuine smile the vir had seen on the Terran’s face in many days. “Aka,” she said briskly, “I will certainly forward these . . . reasonable terms to my government, k’Ven-vī, and I am very glad that we’ve been maintaining lines of communication in these unstable times.”
“I am glad as well, Balakrishnan-vī,” the vir said.
Her smile matched the Dhole-Akita’s expression.
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
“Ambassador Balakrishnan,” Navot said as she entered the conference room, “fair day.”
The canine’s expression was guarded. “Zogat, k’Ven-dōthant.” She looked like she had been sleeping more and had been taking better care of herself. Part of Navot’s heart went out to her.
Only part, however; the Terran envoy had certainly played her part in reaching the current state of affairs. “I apologize for summoning you to this meeting so early,” Navot said, “but I have been speaking with the Foreign Minister.”
“Aka i’?” Balakrishnan said, her ears perking.
“Yes. The Azrinkirfrelyatz stands at Terra’s gates; to prevent further needless death and destruction the Sovereign states the following terms.” She made a gesture over her padd, and the text appeared on Balakrishnan’s device. The vir sat back as the canine began to read.
“Kya bakavaas hai. . .” Balakrishnan breathed in Hindi before her voice trailed off. She looked up. “You – “
“Not I,” Navot declared. “The Sovereign.”
“Hmm. The Sovereign proposes holding every system conquered so far until every planet and settlement has the opportunity to decide for themselves whether to rejoin the Confederacy; the Confederacy must negotiate separately with the former Colonies; reduce our armed forces to a bare minimum required for maintaining law and order; and . . . “ She looked up. “You’re joking.”
“No.”
“Simply give up every leader who authorized the attacks on Gwath ka-shlal?”
“You know the alternative, Balakrishnan-vī,” Navot said. She smiled. “Of course, we know that you, personally, had no part in those decisions and argued against them.”
The canine immediately grasped the implication and smiled. It was probably the first genuine smile the vir had seen on the Terran’s face in many days. “Aka,” she said briskly, “I will certainly forward these . . . reasonable terms to my government, k’Ven-vī, and I am very glad that we’ve been maintaining lines of communication in these unstable times.”
“I am glad as well, Balakrishnan-vī,” the vir said.
Her smile matched the Dhole-Akita’s expression.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Dog (Other)
Size 120 x 77px
File Size 48.1 kB
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