They were twelve hours away from the Spectral Horde home planet when Suchin Markjon sat up in her bed and started talking.
“We are waiting. We are ready to negotiate.”
Roweth Sinclair and others tried to talk to her. She just kept repeating.
“We are waiting. We are ready to negotiate.”
She was unresponsive until Commander Duron Ardiniero came to the medical center. She stopped and stared at him. All other patients were moved out of the room and security guards were placed outside.
“How are we going to proceed?” asked Therazan Sajan.
“This is part of our mission,” said Duron, “to find out why they attacked us and if possible find a diplomatic solution. They must know we are getting close. Maybe we can end this without any more bloodshed.”
Duron entered the room and talked to Suchin, “Ms. Markjon can you hear me? Is the Spectral Horde still in your mind? Are you in there? Can you tell us what they want?”
She spoke, “We are waiting. We are ready to negotiate.”
Duron considered this then said, “We are also ready to negotiate.”
“When you arrive we will send our representatives to you,” she said.
“Why must you send them to us? Is there a neutral place we can meet?”
“Our representatives will be unarmed. They will have no war drones with them.”
“How can we be sure that you are telling the truth? How do we know this is not a trap? How can we be sure you will keep your word that your representatives will not be carrying any hidden weapons or some kind of bomb?”
“We are not human.”
Suchin Markjon went back to sleep.
“It seems we have no choice but to do this on their terms,” said Duron.
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