Talk:AFOH/@comment-14850713-20161226054557/@comment-14850713-20161228100636

IC:

Two men in suits, one tall, thin and bespectacled, the other short and stocky, walk briskly along the dimly-lit corridors of the High Command building and stop in front of a door. The lone sentry greets them.

"He's expecting you, Sir".

"Thank you," came the reply as the door is opened. Behind a bare desk sits Admiral Bouexic, who motions the two men to sit across him.

"Admiral," the thin man called Hoche starts to speak,"the bird men possess what we may regard as previous generation technology, and --."

Bouexic cuts him off. "Tell me something I don't know."

Hoche smiles, expecting the question. He's worked with the Admiral for a long time and knows he is an impatient man. "Our drone flights have located a suitable landing site, highly defensible but near a native settlement. The Yevata report indicates that this may belong to a faction that is open to contact."

"Very well. How do we go about it?" The news has clearly aroused the Admiral's interest.

"The natives, as we all know, possess more limited technology. They are sensitive to this, and may regard us as with distrust if we are not careful. We," he glances at his companion, "believe that a low-key approach will get them to accept us as allies, and allow us access to their resources."

"Define "low-key"", the Admiral pushes.

"We come in with the same level tech as we can make practicable," the stocky man, Walker, interjects. "They will not be deceived of course, but they will appreciate the gesture." Then, seeing the Admiral's puzzled look, he adds "we have prepared a report complete with expedition's complete TO&E." He puts a palm-sized tablet on the table.

"And you're unanimous in this?" Bouexic asks with a glint in his eye after a quick scan of the tablet.

"We are," Hoche answers, straightening in his seat.

After a brief pause, the Admiral looks at him straight in the eye. "Get it done."