STC Syren

The Major frowned at Commander Vellais description of civilians "But these 'civilians' are not trained as warriors? They are not prepared and trained to take up arms should the nation be threatened?" He shook his head in disbelief "That... I am unable to understand. Alien society is... alien." He paused for a moment, then his facial expression changed, his Mandibles raise slightly and drew backwards. An expression of amusement. It changed back a moment later and was replaced by a frown, as if judging his own actions. It wasnt so much that he had consumed the alcohol, such drinks were commonplace in religious events. It was more that he had gone down the polite path even after being told he could avoid it. For not the first time, he wondered if his adherence was slightly overzealous. Would the guardians judge him heavily based on his actions at a small feast, after all he had done? Honour dictates that you consume as much of what your host gives you as possible. After all, failing to do so would be sending the message that you did not appreciate what they were giving you. He would never wish to send that message to anyone, growing up on the outermost of the outer colonies had taught him to be appreciative. 

"Commander, I have one last question, which may seem rather intrusive; What would you consider your own and the Eternal Unions technological development and military capability?" He inquired with a small tilt of his head, before repeating a practiced line "'If you know your enemy and yourself, you know the result of all battles'"

The Minors continued to sit perfectly still, unmoving even to the cheers of those around them. It was not proper to consume while your superiors were not, should you have been invited to their table. That really would apply to all Lorca here. They were Minors and a Major, granted they were Special Operations, but they were Minors and a Major none the less. Not what any other species would consider officers; Enlisted and NCO's, perhaps, but not CO's. The Lorca system did not lend its self well to comparisons, especially since there were massive jumps in authority due to the much smaller number of ranks. Thus, there could be an entire team made up of the same rank. When this occured, the leader adopted the word "Lance" before his rank, ie Lance Minor. Oddly, this was even the case when the unit being commanded was not a Lance. Commonly, the unit being commanded was the smaller 'File', the equivilant of a fireteam.