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The Minor let out a small growl ad the humans drew their weapons, then let put a sharp bark in the Black Tongue "Such disregard! I should cleave your head from your neck for this dishonour!"
The Major silenced him with a wave of hos hand, them approached the human, speaking in broken English. His words were slow, as though he were reading them (which was in fact the case)
"Names have power, Terran... I am of the Lorca Empire, may the ancestors smile on us... Sheath your blades. They insult us, they now demand blood." He growled slowly, then thrust his head forwards, his mandibles snapping furiously at the in front of the Terrans face. It looked as thiugh he could fit his jaws around the humans head, if he so desired. He withdrew slowly, and spoke again "Maybe your alledged atrocities do bring you dishonour, I bid you to stand adjudged by what you know. The ancestors shall not forget those who's cords you cut, and forgiveness can be bestowed by none who walk our Middle Earth, no matter how far you seek it." The three Lorca turned towards the military vehicle and climbed inside, waiting awkwardly in the vehicle that was clearly never designed to take their forms. Major Voroei stood, moving his arms further apart for a moment and slowly a piece of parchment formed upon his left shoulder,with another piece forming on his right thigh dangling dowm. The holographic paper was quite clearly some form of ceremonial marker. The Major spoke again a few moments later
"Come! Let us not delay..."