There was an odd silence in the room, the Galactic Trade Commission had, for the first time in what was probably a thousand cycles, fallen completely silent. The Tarlavonian Ambassador was still posed, finger extended in a combination of rage and fear. If you traced the long, slender finger, it pointed to the V'Kalii Ambassador, who's feathers were ruffled, both in disgust, but in shame as well. Winged arms tucked close, the creature bowed its head. "Yes," it murmured, just loud enough for the microphone to pick it up. "It is true." From those words, chaos exploded, insults were hurled, delegates stood and shouted at one another, there was anarchy. Thunderous booms were the only thing that brought the din back down, as the Commission President brought things back into order.
"The Commissions wants to clariffy, to ensure the record is one hundred percent accurate. The Tarlavonian Ambassador to this assembly attests that the V'Kalii government has breached Article One of the Wartime Measures Accords?" asked the tendril-faced alien at the head of the room, to which all delegates looked down upon. The avian representative couldn't even voice the words, just nodded. The Wartime Measures Accords were rules set down for any race that wished to remain with the GTC, in regards to war. Article One used to forbid the use of Apocalyptic Weapons on any sentient race, such as planet killers or star destroyers. The Commission, in reference to GTC General Article two Hundred Four, had been revised, moving Article One to the position of Article Two, and changing Article One. Article Eighty-Four declared that no member of the GTC may ask for assistance from any race that would not conform to the rules of the Galactic Trade Commission; however, Article One specifically forbade the usage of Human in war, after General Article Two Hundred Four removed them from the Commission. "May the Gods forgive you," said the President.
Chaos was once again interrupted by the sound of an ear shattering bang, but this time not from the President, but from the massive doors being thrown open. Sharp sounds of impact on the stone floor were joined by the dull thud of soled boots. First to appear was a female, dressed in a sharp black suit, wearing matching high heels, and her hair let down, blonde flowing around her shoulders. In her left hand was a black envelop made of paper, something archaic by most standards, but still used by humans who wished to convey a message. Trailing her were two armoured soldiers, olive drab and black plating covering them head to toe, faces obscured by polished silver faceplates. Eyes jumped from the female to the soldiers, watching the trail of blood left by their boot prints. There would have been guards posted at the doors to try and dissuade the soldiers from entering with their firearms, something forbidden by GTC rules. Tried. The female approached the Tarlavonian first, producing from the envelope a small booklet, bound in leather. She handed this to the grey skinned creature, and then carried on to the Commission President, and placed a second booklet, this one not bound, just neatly stapled.
"Proper paperwork for you, President, showing that the Terran Alliance approached the V'Kalii government, as trade partners, to offer aid. Our vessel was attacked, rightfully drawing us into this conflict." A small, disingenuous smile was offered. "Next, that booklet holds the conditions for Tarlavonian surrender, including lands to be divided between the Alliance and the V'Kalii. We figured, since you would be here, a chance to file the change of hands of the lands when they occur with... this," she dismissively waved a hand around the room. "So?"
"Now?!" demanded the Ambassador, throwing the booklet on the ground aggressively, earning a look of disapproval from the human female and a tightened grip on the weapons of the soldiers behind her. "You dare-" the creature took a step forward aggressively, pointing a finger at the Human representative, while reaching for something behind him, as his skull exploded, covering the few people behind him in grey blood. Shock kept the room silent, as they watched the body topple to it's knees, then the ground, the human soldier holding it's pose for only long enough to ensure the Tarlavonian was dead, before lowering it again.
"Then a war it is," said the woman, neatly picking the booklet off the floor and exiting from where she had come. A roar filled the room again as the V'Kalii delegate sunk into his chair further, and a clean up crew arrived for the body. What had they gotten into? It wondered.