cross-posted from: https://sh.itjust.works/post/493470
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I can’t imagine the debate that went on amongst your people but finally a small shuttle emerged from the fleet and headed towards the Imperator’s palace. The war council, in their shame, refused to meet with your delegates. Instead they nominated one of their members and sent me along as an “Honor Guard”. That was when I saw you, my first human. You were standing at the end of your shuttles ramp next to another delegate. you with your red folder and he with his green folder.
Through the few human survivors we had managed to take, we managed to decipher your language and program a translator. Through that the lone council member announced that he was here to discuss the terms of our surrender. You and your co-delegate traded a brief look. I didn’t know what it was at the time but I have come to learn it was relief. Your co-delegate stepped forward and offered your list of terms of our surrender.
Your terms were quite reasonable really, there were demands that we turn over copies of all military and civilian technology as well as working prototypes so that you could adapt them. We also had to make territorial concessions as well as accept an occupying force in order to ensure that we did not rebuild in an attempt to fight again.
When all the songs were sung and our honor pledges were finished you opened a communicator and said one word, “sunrise”, and you and your partner turned to leave. A voice in the transmitter in my ear told me that your fleet was beginning to approach. maybe it was because I was young and impulsive or perhaps I knew that my dishonor was so complete that I couldn’t get any worse, but either way I stepped out of line and called out to you. “Wait, if your co-delegate had our terms for surrender, what was in your folder?” Another look crossed his face, one that I would learn to be a ‘wry smile’. “This folder here?” you asked, “This folder holds the terms of surrender.” I told you that I didn’t understand and your smile faltered. You looked me right in the eyes and said, “These are the terms we were going to offer for our surrender to you.”
When your fleet arrived in orbit I finally understood. The ships were in bad shape, they were falling apart and looked like the first fleet that had attacked us. They were hospital ships and cargo haulers, refitted transports that looked as if they were about to fall apart. The massive ‘ship’ we saw was actually your first colony ship back before you had even discovered the phase drive and faster than light travel. You had grafted phase drives to it and had to tow it into position using decrepit ore haulers. Our “occupiers” were disheveled civilians that looked half starved. Over the next many rotations I learned the truth.
You had gambled everything on this plan. Every last resource had been poured into the building of the grand fleets that you had used to attack us. Fields that you used to grow food were tilled over so you could build weapons factories. You had stripped half a dozen colonies and hundreds of asteroids and moons in order to assemble the vast fleets for your attack. You literally had nothing left to fight us. The fleet in orbit was there either to occupy us in the event of victory or to be used as an offering of slaves in the event of your defeat. You were so stretched thin of resources we had to supply you with fuel just so the bulk of your fleet could return home!
You knew that attacking us directly might not have been a sure victory so you had to make us believe that we couldn’t face the endless onslaught of your fleets. Your final gamble had paid off. With peace secured, we were both able to rebuild your broken empire. now we are the strongest of allies. We fight side by side against those that would dare stand to oppose us. I was only able to visit you now due to the fact that my fleet is running a joint training exercise with one of yours.
That is why I am here now and there is something I must ask you. I didn’t realize at the time because there was so much to do, and I haven’t been able to see you in the four cycles since the peace treaty was ratified. But now that I have you here I must know. The last fleet we encountered during the final battle was 11-12. You must tell me as I have never been able to figure it out. What was the 12th fleet? What was 12 of 12?
With that the frail old man in the hospital bed looked over to the Kress Fleet Commander standing before him. A wry smile stretched across his weathered and pale face. “Perhaps”, he whispered, “that is best left to the imagination”.
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