“Oh, oh god, you want believe what I just heard from a buddy of mine, this is great, you won’t believe it.”
“Hmm?”
“Those Grek-nel bastards are going to surrender to the Humans at the council today.”
“Humans?”
“Yeah, that new council race.”
“The pink bipedals from Sol?”
“Well, some of ‘em are different colors, but yeah, that’s them.”
“Didn’t know they were at war with the Greks, I really am out of the loop, and to have won against those assholes already, good for them.”
“That’s the great part, they weren’t at war, ya know how every time a new race becomes acknowledged, invited to the council and taken off the protection list. And how the Grek-nel just sweep over and demand tribute or they will use their nasty little bioweapon.”
“Oh, don’t get me started on their death beetles, they let some lose on Tavrin 4, they breed too fast to get rid of easy, and they’re too small to notice till it’s already an infestation. And they are poisonous. Nearly impossible to get rid of without killing everything else in the area, we had to burn half the fields before harvest time, and we’re still not sure if they got out of the quarantine area.”
“Exactly, so the Greks stroll right up to Earth, that’s the human’s prime planet, and transmit the info on their death beetles to some random military institute. Well, the humans there tell them “We’re not the ones in charge of that” and they should talk to this other place and gives the coordinates. So they transmit to the next site: It’s a science building, they thought the Greks where sharing information, and started sending some back. Turns out Earth is positively covered with shit that makes the death beetles look tame, they got versions that fly. It’s insane. Greks get up and leave fast as they could.”
“Wait, they got lots of ‘em?”
“Yeah, it’s freaky, from what I hear only place with more hostile bugs is Telltra, and no one lives there.”
“That’s messed up”
“Yeah, how many species can say their first military victory was achieved without their military.”