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Major Voroei let out an annoyed grunt "Destroy their worlds from orbit? What are you, one of the [Knights?]?" He growled as his tongue slid along his fangs, the translation device slipping up on the final word of his sentence "Have you no honour? A kha o a lor clearly that such a tactic may only be employed if you have already won, or in only the most extreme of circumstances. If you are so terrified of them and their magic, Terran, we shall crush their warriors for you." Voroei raised and clenched his right fist tightly around a piece of fruit, turning it into mush to punctuate his point before moving his hand to his mouth. His tongue darted out to the strange alien food, tasting the foreign flavour before rolling around it and bringing it into his mandibles, disappearing down his maw.
"We shall grind them into dust, and scrape them as excrement from our boots." A minor finished for him, not approaching the table at all. In fact, both minor kept their distance behind their commander. Their rank did not permit them to join him, and he only could due to his position as the tongue of the council (at least, he was for the moment)
Major Voroei paused for a moment before bowing his head down and taking a few steps away from the table. He spoke again in a the honour tongue, a short, untranslated prayer or perhaps wish. He reached down to his side and silently a small sphere raised from its resting place inside his armour. He took it and tossed it into the air...

Suddenly it burst to life, hovering beside him as the holograms of the four high councillors came into view. Voroei dropped to his knees and spoke again 
"Foreign ones, these are our noble hierarchs; Mercy, Respect, Integrity and Wisdom." He gestured to each one in turn as he named them so that the aliens would know who was who. Their armour was much more decorative and ceremonial than his own, many symbols carved into it. The Minors behind him had likewise fallen to their knee, arms crossed over their chest almost like an Egyptian, a hand resting on each of their hearts. Respect turned his head slowly to face them and raised his hand into the air, speaking to them in a softer tongue. They replied in kind and slowly rose to their feet, but keeping their heads bowed down towards the floor. Respect slowly turned to face the aliens again and Major Voroei turned towards his four superiors, speaking softly. Mercy nodded in response and gestured, with the grace and deliberation of a dancer, for Voroei to return to his minors. He had been relegated, the council no longer needed him to speak for them. He stood as still as a statue next to his two minors, the trio obeying their councils orders to the letter.