Part 15.
Still unsure of her leg, Kathryn was testing her balance and whatnot playing handball by herself. She’d successively scored against her opponent and felt better for winning so utterly without contest. Despite what she smelled like from running in circles for 40 minutes at odds with a fairly impressive woman there was an evil odor weeping from every direction she couldn’t quite place, something nostalgic and ancient she’d settled to live without, which for some damn odd reason made her think of Harry Kim’s musky little quarters on Voyager? The women on Voyager had escaped into some foolhardy marriages to avoid any cohersion towards that dank little bolt hole where confidence in male gender had died. There’s 10 seconds of flickering until that lights go blink much to the consternation of this avid sports woman who’s had a really bad day. The day of hell.
“Computer, resume illumination.” …Nothing? She could hear someone sneaking up behind her. The Admiral had a sixth sense which’d almost cried wolf a might too often of late, but right here, right now however with somebugger in control of the light toggle balking the immense Rec-Theatre into a pitch, a suddenly blinded Janeway chose to totally believe her gut-tip, narrowly missing out on a deck to the back of her haircut because she’d Olympically dropped into a forward tumble clocking at least 25 kph in the short fall, a maneuver mind you she’d not properly exercised since grade school when little Kathy would often get more surrounded playing “catch and kiss” than all the other girls combined. So, her barreling came to rest like a sexy spent medicine ball in another corner of Elba II’s huge ultra dimmed communal games arena area, where she knew she didn’t logically have time to regroup or reprise jackshit but after all the certain death clusterfucks she’d walked out of unscathed over the years this indomitable woman knew it didn’t matter who’s mercy she was beholden to or how powerless and unarmed she was, it always came down to personality, and it was rightly about time for her swollen personality to exert enough shouting, pride and inflated self-worth to work whosoever is thinking about pushing her around into fearfully weighing the terminal consequences of their actions of rubbing her the wrong way before it all turns horribly sour, though even rubbing Kathryn Janeway the right way was quite dangerous if we’d like to be completely honest about the subject. “I don’t know if…”
Her ears work well enough to hear more pat-pat-patting of footfalls, but again reacting on more good instinct, any much more instinct and the lady could sign away for a certificate in clairvoyance, this mistress of armadas and planets caved her less than deft attackers nose right into the backend of his scull with her sexy little elbow, but she was now unfortunately having a trouble dislodging her arm from out of a newly renovated (She’d assume?)sink-hole-like-looking face connected on the other side to yet more arms still failing all over the place endangering Janeway into almost overbalancing because it almost feels like she’s being towed about by a decapitated chicken running a four minute mile, who’s blowing desperation right up, tickling Kathryn slightly, her armpit as her life-affirming/defining uniform was becoming a little shredded what since her victims jagged skull was still sawing simultaneously into her bicep and forearm every-time he tried to uncouple or run away from her, which was immensely idiotic since Admiral Janeways arm buried inside his face was the only thing corking the mass of the fluids suspending the thugs brain from erupting like a geyser… Janeway guessed no matter what next, it would take at least about another minute for her co-joint “friend” to bleed out before he’d shut the hell up gutturally wailing about the pain because of being ironically soundly dead so that she could begin talking at a reasonable volume…
“I am in charge! This is my command! You will stand down and face the consequences of this MUTINY!” Kathryn screams with her big girl voice at a void full of how many bad guys with what sort of masterplan barely overtopping the doglike cacophony of a man(?) who doesn’t like being penetrated by a determined person well enough to get her point inserted that she should be treated as no less than impossibly dangerous. That speech, or similar enough to those words, had been prepared absently during the early days of her vacation in the Delta Quadrant when she wasn’t as yet so sure if she could trust the privateers and pirates who all barely consented to being her loyal crew, but… Nothing. They all turned out to teddy bears who admired young Captain Kathryn Janeway for being a brave woman in a tough situation who’d see right by them. Good salty people. Mostly abused farmers who’d turned on the oppressive Cardassian government that’d raped, slaved, eaten and tortured bulk collections of their families to cement their evil authority over the contested DMZ planets and the Federation Colonies that’d contended to live under Cardassian Rule expecting a fair shake from a body representing law, who shouldn’t have had the leftover strength to bother with such little-fish after controlling the growth and directions of trillions of Cardassians every hour of every day. Funny how such pleasant life experiences would make you consider finding solutions to your problems outside the boundaries of law abidingness? But here now right in the principled inner recesses of the Federation’s heart she was constantly at odds with pretty criminalous people who were legally still loyal citizens, cradled representatives of honorable intentions, supposedly? From pompous agenda ridden bureaucrats to the high handed drones lording over the lowly cogs they keep greased that Federation Law and Order is just a challenge to pole vault over because of the extreme pampering everyone gets from getting everything they ever wanted with out having to justify or sacrifice much at all that she’s felt it common place for almost every one to play the shell game for morality vs. legality. The Admiral couldn’t trust anyone as far as she could throw them (Except for the very small aliens, who she trusted proportionately less than she could throw them.) that she believed all and sundry who hadn’t had to rise above the drudge of a hard life using hard work were actually unconditionally trustworthy, how odd that strange bedfellows make better allies than her closest neighbors? Katie’s to die for hypnotically beautiful eyes are adjusting, but it’s still removed enough from 20/20 that Janeway has no idea how massively she might be outnumbered, but this diabolical force of nature has terror on her side now because the next person who tries to woman-handle her worshipable bulk will also probably not see another birthday as well just like the finally dead yet still rattling about corpse she’s prying off her arm with a regulation issue tritanium toed boot wedged into his throat she’s using for leverage… With a big jerk Kathy is free like an annulment after incautious drinking during a Las Vegas weekend... “Anyone the hell else want a piece of me or are we going to talk?”
“You’re grim, but you didn’t have to do that. He was a good man. I met his family recently, they were optimistic people.” A handsome voice set out from of the black accesses the slayer of dragons and monsters on her kill using a timbre which sounds an awful it like “Authority” but Janeway was so very used to smashing down sentiments that her opposition assumed were “Authority” into tiny snack sized morsels that she was a Gourmet Chef after a fashion. “Really Kathryn?”
“What?” Baritone unbound.
“You’re the only thing in this room turning a conversation into a fight.”
“You all have twenty seconds to get on your knees and put your hands behind your head before I break every bone in every one your bodies.” She’s not getting the reaction she was hoping for, but the Admiral is not quite ready to alter tack just yet.
“We’re not trying to be sinister Kathryn, we’re just visiting.”
“I decide who is welcome. I’m in charge.” Keep it simple. Provoke the baddies into giving away more plan than it’s wise to let me get my teeth into yet she sets up the standard psychology so. Go ego go! But hell, Janeway grimaces, would this guy just please stop using her name like he was her best friend?
“I could be trying to be your friend for all you know?”
“My friends don’t wrestle me in the dark.”
“Oh my, how left out you must be? My best friends wrestle me in the dark often enough to leave a permanent smile on my faces.”
Faces? She’s being played with, then really that means she has nothing to lose by acting as brave as she wants to? “10 seconds!” She manages to clip someone else square in their man tits. Janeway can make out the semblance of where the conversation is coming from getting closer as if it is rude to talk from too great a distance…
“I don’t see what you think this little power play is going to settle? We only wanted to have a few words with in private.”
“Then turn the light on.”
“I have really sensitive eyes.”
“5 Seconds!NOW!”
**Blink**
The light of day should maybe be bothering the Admiral because she’d scuffed up her uniform rolling all over the place like a bloody monkey because in Kathryn Janeway’s vain mind, %80 of her own authority comes from the regalia and trappings representing the force of the important responsibilities placed on her by an empire guarding the sanctity of thousands of Star Systems with the sheer power to convincingly guard thousands of star systems she could redirect to the door step of whosoever pissed off today more so than yesterday Janeway was surprised to find her protagonist wasn’t a human being at all. This creature in charge, the brains behind this operation, was an 8 foot tall white pussy humanoid dribbly glob that was a spunk colony populated by googleplexes of swimmers operating somehow in unison... She’d killed Soong. “A” Soong, she was still surrounded by half a dozen more of him of varying vintage, but all this ill wind about Super Sperm and raging deluges of Noonian Soong clones amok had come to this that she was getting face time with a mass of something she’d taken a shot once a month to avoid since she was 14, “You can’t actually be what you look like, no one is that trigger-happy.”
“You’d be surprised how much young men get off to when they have too much time on their hands.”
“So long as you stay the hell out of my womb.”
“I have no interest in you or being in you Admiral.”
“I’m not good enough for you? Me? But I’m gorgeous!”
“That’s not it at all.”
“I’m a very beautiful woman. Ask anyone! I have to beat them off with a stick, you think you get awards for beating off but I assure you, you’re out classed. Men are drawn to me like lemmings to a cliff face!”
“Please calm down Kathryn.”
“Fertile! You wouldn’t believe how fertile I am, I’ll have you know I had the best looking lizard babies this side of the Gorn Homogony!”
“For Gods’ sake woman! SHUT UP! I’d, …All of me has agreed in unison that we would rather not procreate with anyone, on a whole the bulk of our civilization is not interested in processing into exactly the same humanoid biped over and over again with same encoded personality and intellect that will quickly and certainly suppress our individuality we have to mentally neuter to keep in check, however… A tiny driven minority” It thumbs the figures acting as his honor guard. “-think that joyfully plumbing a vagina is worth a death their every instinct assures our people will be a totally thrilling euphoric ecstatic satisfying experience rivaling even the heddy delights of stamp collecting.”
Janeway smiles to find someone( -things, somethings!) as retrosexual as herself finally. “I’m all that.”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Nooooooooooooooooo. So what do you call yourself? Yourselves, all the billions of you standing there? Super Sperm? Cosmic Cum? Dyna Discharge? Incredi-Issue?”
“I hold your life in my hands, please try to take me seriously.”
“It wasn’t so long ago someone held you in their hands and...”
“Kathryn.”
Why is he acting so convivial? “As a favour, I’ll try.”
“‘I’m a lot of people with a lot of ideas, but we all try not to sound too much like the Borg.”
“Wise, but do you think anyone would confuse talking penis snot with a threat as dangerous as the Borg? Women have been going about adventurous and arduous lives during the most traumatic pregnancies since before we were monkeys. I’m not afraid of you. I’m not afraid of the Borg either, but hell I can’t think of a single bully out there today I wouldn’t be concerned enough to worry that Naomi Wildman couldn’t be left to save the day.”
“You don’t want our blood on your hands.”
“You have bl… Is everything that comes out of your mouth going to turn into a disgusting masturbation pun?”
“We’re more concerned with what’s in your mouth. I want an apology to force its way out past your teeth into the open air and jump into my ear hole.”
He looks like a half melted snowman. “You have earholes?”
“I have many holes.”
“Eweeee.”
“Don’t be such a girl. Say you’re sorry.”
“For what?”
“How typical of a woman! Just say you’re sorry.”
“Or?”
“We’ll make the Borg seem like a nursery rhyme.”
“Don’t trivialize the Borg.”
“Why? I fought the Borg persevering throughout every feint, but it got so funny! They had no idea who was impregnating their drones or how? The collective was screaming at what was inside the wombs of their own soldiers “We will assimilate your biological and technological distinctiveness” as if children were some sort of deadly cancer. They were scuttling cubes by the dozen to stop the spread of our infection. We cleared a hundred star systems and fenced them in away from the pastures we’re content to till and graze for the next thousand years to ensure survival of the fittest runs true.”
“You’re a monster. Drones can be recovered. Wholesale slaughter, even the wholesale slaughter of Borg is a last resort. Despite anything else, they are unwilling, innocent victims of the hivemind’s insidious control of their every action that they can learn to deal with after enough re-education.”
“If you had such compassion for our kind I might not advise my superiors to raise your civilization Kathryn. I’m still waiting for my apology.”
“There are more of you? Are you an individual or a collective?”
“I said we weren’t the Borg.”
“I have your word for that.”
“Now you make me sound like the Founders of the Dominion? Are you sure Humanoids are the most plentiful life form in this galaxy?”
“I need a name if we want to write a treaty.”
“We are the sperm that walk like a man!”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“We’re nothing to sneeze at.”
“You sneeze…? Ewwww. You’re pulling my leg.”
“I’m pulling something.”
“You’re not a very serious villain.”
“No, you’re the villain.”
“I am so the hero.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You’re joking.”
“We’re more insulted by vivisection than bad humour.”
“Oh?”
“You’re experimenting on one of us Kathryn. We have the presence to defend our rights to be treated respectfully just like any other sentient species. I’ve the run of this place. I’ve read your reports and we refuse to become bio-weapons to decimate your enemies and keep your nieghbours docile. We know what you’re up to and it is intolerable.”
“So?”
“We want you to stop and we want you to say you’re sorry.”
“I don’t respond well to force.”
“There’s too few ways to play this out.”
“I don’t run away from conflict.”
“Even, if you are the instigator of genocide Kathryn? Do you run away from culpability?”
“There have been tests but… It would never come to that. You have to trust me.”
“I react terribly to bad faith.”
Still unsure of her leg, Kathryn was testing her balance and whatnot playing handball by herself. She’d successively scored against her opponent and felt better for winning so utterly without contest. Despite what she smelled like from running in circles for 40 minutes at odds with a fairly impressive woman there was an evil odor weeping from every direction she couldn’t quite place, something nostalgic and ancient she’d settled to live without, which for some damn odd reason made her think of Harry Kim’s musky little quarters on Voyager? The women on Voyager had escaped into some foolhardy marriages to avoid any cohersion towards that dank little bolt hole where confidence in male gender had died. There’s 10 seconds of flickering until that lights go blink much to the consternation of this avid sports woman who’s had a really bad day. The day of hell.
“Computer, resume illumination.” …Nothing? She could hear someone sneaking up behind her. The Admiral had a sixth sense which’d almost cried wolf a might too often of late, but right here, right now however with somebugger in control of the light toggle balking the immense Rec-Theatre into a pitch, a suddenly blinded Janeway chose to totally believe her gut-tip, narrowly missing out on a deck to the back of her haircut because she’d Olympically dropped into a forward tumble clocking at least 25 kph in the short fall, a maneuver mind you she’d not properly exercised since grade school when little Kathy would often get more surrounded playing “catch and kiss” than all the other girls combined. So, her barreling came to rest like a sexy spent medicine ball in another corner of Elba II’s huge ultra dimmed communal games arena area, where she knew she didn’t logically have time to regroup or reprise jackshit but after all the certain death clusterfucks she’d walked out of unscathed over the years this indomitable woman knew it didn’t matter who’s mercy she was beholden to or how powerless and unarmed she was, it always came down to personality, and it was rightly about time for her swollen personality to exert enough shouting, pride and inflated self-worth to work whosoever is thinking about pushing her around into fearfully weighing the terminal consequences of their actions of rubbing her the wrong way before it all turns horribly sour, though even rubbing Kathryn Janeway the right way was quite dangerous if we’d like to be completely honest about the subject. “I don’t know if…”
Her ears work well enough to hear more pat-pat-patting of footfalls, but again reacting on more good instinct, any much more instinct and the lady could sign away for a certificate in clairvoyance, this mistress of armadas and planets caved her less than deft attackers nose right into the backend of his scull with her sexy little elbow, but she was now unfortunately having a trouble dislodging her arm from out of a newly renovated (She’d assume?)sink-hole-like-looking face connected on the other side to yet more arms still failing all over the place endangering Janeway into almost overbalancing because it almost feels like she’s being towed about by a decapitated chicken running a four minute mile, who’s blowing desperation right up, tickling Kathryn slightly, her armpit as her life-affirming/defining uniform was becoming a little shredded what since her victims jagged skull was still sawing simultaneously into her bicep and forearm every-time he tried to uncouple or run away from her, which was immensely idiotic since Admiral Janeways arm buried inside his face was the only thing corking the mass of the fluids suspending the thugs brain from erupting like a geyser… Janeway guessed no matter what next, it would take at least about another minute for her co-joint “friend” to bleed out before he’d shut the hell up gutturally wailing about the pain because of being ironically soundly dead so that she could begin talking at a reasonable volume…
“I am in charge! This is my command! You will stand down and face the consequences of this MUTINY!” Kathryn screams with her big girl voice at a void full of how many bad guys with what sort of masterplan barely overtopping the doglike cacophony of a man(?) who doesn’t like being penetrated by a determined person well enough to get her point inserted that she should be treated as no less than impossibly dangerous. That speech, or similar enough to those words, had been prepared absently during the early days of her vacation in the Delta Quadrant when she wasn’t as yet so sure if she could trust the privateers and pirates who all barely consented to being her loyal crew, but… Nothing. They all turned out to teddy bears who admired young Captain Kathryn Janeway for being a brave woman in a tough situation who’d see right by them. Good salty people. Mostly abused farmers who’d turned on the oppressive Cardassian government that’d raped, slaved, eaten and tortured bulk collections of their families to cement their evil authority over the contested DMZ planets and the Federation Colonies that’d contended to live under Cardassian Rule expecting a fair shake from a body representing law, who shouldn’t have had the leftover strength to bother with such little-fish after controlling the growth and directions of trillions of Cardassians every hour of every day. Funny how such pleasant life experiences would make you consider finding solutions to your problems outside the boundaries of law abidingness? But here now right in the principled inner recesses of the Federation’s heart she was constantly at odds with pretty criminalous people who were legally still loyal citizens, cradled representatives of honorable intentions, supposedly? From pompous agenda ridden bureaucrats to the high handed drones lording over the lowly cogs they keep greased that Federation Law and Order is just a challenge to pole vault over because of the extreme pampering everyone gets from getting everything they ever wanted with out having to justify or sacrifice much at all that she’s felt it common place for almost every one to play the shell game for morality vs. legality. The Admiral couldn’t trust anyone as far as she could throw them (Except for the very small aliens, who she trusted proportionately less than she could throw them.) that she believed all and sundry who hadn’t had to rise above the drudge of a hard life using hard work were actually unconditionally trustworthy, how odd that strange bedfellows make better allies than her closest neighbors? Katie’s to die for hypnotically beautiful eyes are adjusting, but it’s still removed enough from 20/20 that Janeway has no idea how massively she might be outnumbered, but this diabolical force of nature has terror on her side now because the next person who tries to woman-handle her worshipable bulk will also probably not see another birthday as well just like the finally dead yet still rattling about corpse she’s prying off her arm with a regulation issue tritanium toed boot wedged into his throat she’s using for leverage… With a big jerk Kathy is free like an annulment after incautious drinking during a Las Vegas weekend... “Anyone the hell else want a piece of me or are we going to talk?”
“You’re grim, but you didn’t have to do that. He was a good man. I met his family recently, they were optimistic people.” A handsome voice set out from of the black accesses the slayer of dragons and monsters on her kill using a timbre which sounds an awful it like “Authority” but Janeway was so very used to smashing down sentiments that her opposition assumed were “Authority” into tiny snack sized morsels that she was a Gourmet Chef after a fashion. “Really Kathryn?”
“What?” Baritone unbound.
“You’re the only thing in this room turning a conversation into a fight.”
“You all have twenty seconds to get on your knees and put your hands behind your head before I break every bone in every one your bodies.” She’s not getting the reaction she was hoping for, but the Admiral is not quite ready to alter tack just yet.
“We’re not trying to be sinister Kathryn, we’re just visiting.”
“I decide who is welcome. I’m in charge.” Keep it simple. Provoke the baddies into giving away more plan than it’s wise to let me get my teeth into yet she sets up the standard psychology so. Go ego go! But hell, Janeway grimaces, would this guy just please stop using her name like he was her best friend?
“I could be trying to be your friend for all you know?”
“My friends don’t wrestle me in the dark.”
“Oh my, how left out you must be? My best friends wrestle me in the dark often enough to leave a permanent smile on my faces.”
Faces? She’s being played with, then really that means she has nothing to lose by acting as brave as she wants to? “10 seconds!” She manages to clip someone else square in their man tits. Janeway can make out the semblance of where the conversation is coming from getting closer as if it is rude to talk from too great a distance…
“I don’t see what you think this little power play is going to settle? We only wanted to have a few words with in private.”
“Then turn the light on.”
“I have really sensitive eyes.”
“5 Seconds!NOW!”
**Blink**
The light of day should maybe be bothering the Admiral because she’d scuffed up her uniform rolling all over the place like a bloody monkey because in Kathryn Janeway’s vain mind, %80 of her own authority comes from the regalia and trappings representing the force of the important responsibilities placed on her by an empire guarding the sanctity of thousands of Star Systems with the sheer power to convincingly guard thousands of star systems she could redirect to the door step of whosoever pissed off today more so than yesterday Janeway was surprised to find her protagonist wasn’t a human being at all. This creature in charge, the brains behind this operation, was an 8 foot tall white pussy humanoid dribbly glob that was a spunk colony populated by googleplexes of swimmers operating somehow in unison... She’d killed Soong. “A” Soong, she was still surrounded by half a dozen more of him of varying vintage, but all this ill wind about Super Sperm and raging deluges of Noonian Soong clones amok had come to this that she was getting face time with a mass of something she’d taken a shot once a month to avoid since she was 14, “You can’t actually be what you look like, no one is that trigger-happy.”
“You’d be surprised how much young men get off to when they have too much time on their hands.”
“So long as you stay the hell out of my womb.”
“I have no interest in you or being in you Admiral.”
“I’m not good enough for you? Me? But I’m gorgeous!”
“That’s not it at all.”
“I’m a very beautiful woman. Ask anyone! I have to beat them off with a stick, you think you get awards for beating off but I assure you, you’re out classed. Men are drawn to me like lemmings to a cliff face!”
“Please calm down Kathryn.”
“Fertile! You wouldn’t believe how fertile I am, I’ll have you know I had the best looking lizard babies this side of the Gorn Homogony!”
“For Gods’ sake woman! SHUT UP! I’d, …All of me has agreed in unison that we would rather not procreate with anyone, on a whole the bulk of our civilization is not interested in processing into exactly the same humanoid biped over and over again with same encoded personality and intellect that will quickly and certainly suppress our individuality we have to mentally neuter to keep in check, however… A tiny driven minority” It thumbs the figures acting as his honor guard. “-think that joyfully plumbing a vagina is worth a death their every instinct assures our people will be a totally thrilling euphoric ecstatic satisfying experience rivaling even the heddy delights of stamp collecting.”
Janeway smiles to find someone( -things, somethings!) as retrosexual as herself finally. “I’m all that.”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Nooooooooooooooooo. So what do you call yourself? Yourselves, all the billions of you standing there? Super Sperm? Cosmic Cum? Dyna Discharge? Incredi-Issue?”
“I hold your life in my hands, please try to take me seriously.”
“It wasn’t so long ago someone held you in their hands and...”
“Kathryn.”
Why is he acting so convivial? “As a favour, I’ll try.”
“‘I’m a lot of people with a lot of ideas, but we all try not to sound too much like the Borg.”
“Wise, but do you think anyone would confuse talking penis snot with a threat as dangerous as the Borg? Women have been going about adventurous and arduous lives during the most traumatic pregnancies since before we were monkeys. I’m not afraid of you. I’m not afraid of the Borg either, but hell I can’t think of a single bully out there today I wouldn’t be concerned enough to worry that Naomi Wildman couldn’t be left to save the day.”
“You don’t want our blood on your hands.”
“You have bl… Is everything that comes out of your mouth going to turn into a disgusting masturbation pun?”
“We’re more concerned with what’s in your mouth. I want an apology to force its way out past your teeth into the open air and jump into my ear hole.”
He looks like a half melted snowman. “You have earholes?”
“I have many holes.”
“Eweeee.”
“Don’t be such a girl. Say you’re sorry.”
“For what?”
“How typical of a woman! Just say you’re sorry.”
“Or?”
“We’ll make the Borg seem like a nursery rhyme.”
“Don’t trivialize the Borg.”
“Why? I fought the Borg persevering throughout every feint, but it got so funny! They had no idea who was impregnating their drones or how? The collective was screaming at what was inside the wombs of their own soldiers “We will assimilate your biological and technological distinctiveness” as if children were some sort of deadly cancer. They were scuttling cubes by the dozen to stop the spread of our infection. We cleared a hundred star systems and fenced them in away from the pastures we’re content to till and graze for the next thousand years to ensure survival of the fittest runs true.”
“You’re a monster. Drones can be recovered. Wholesale slaughter, even the wholesale slaughter of Borg is a last resort. Despite anything else, they are unwilling, innocent victims of the hivemind’s insidious control of their every action that they can learn to deal with after enough re-education.”
“If you had such compassion for our kind I might not advise my superiors to raise your civilization Kathryn. I’m still waiting for my apology.”
“There are more of you? Are you an individual or a collective?”
“I said we weren’t the Borg.”
“I have your word for that.”
“Now you make me sound like the Founders of the Dominion? Are you sure Humanoids are the most plentiful life form in this galaxy?”
“I need a name if we want to write a treaty.”
“We are the sperm that walk like a man!”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“We’re nothing to sneeze at.”
“You sneeze…? Ewwww. You’re pulling my leg.”
“I’m pulling something.”
“You’re not a very serious villain.”
“No, you’re the villain.”
“I am so the hero.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You’re joking.”
“We’re more insulted by vivisection than bad humour.”
“Oh?”
“You’re experimenting on one of us Kathryn. We have the presence to defend our rights to be treated respectfully just like any other sentient species. I’ve the run of this place. I’ve read your reports and we refuse to become bio-weapons to decimate your enemies and keep your nieghbours docile. We know what you’re up to and it is intolerable.”
“So?”
“We want you to stop and we want you to say you’re sorry.”
“I don’t respond well to force.”
“There’s too few ways to play this out.”
“I don’t run away from conflict.”
“Even, if you are the instigator of genocide Kathryn? Do you run away from culpability?”
“There have been tests but… It would never come to that. You have to trust me.”
“I react terribly to bad faith.”
