Chapter Eleven
“We’ve agreed to discuss terms of a truce. You are to escort a representative of Tgren to the Nacinta for a conference with the leaders of the ten races,” said the member of High Command.
“Yes, sir,” replied Byron. He glanced at the corner of his screen and noted the time of the conference. He’d have to contact Prefect Ubarce right away.
“Since this will be the first time Tgren has spoken as part of the alliance, I want you present with their representative to advise him. We’ve worked hard to secure this meeting. We can’t let inexperience destroy what might be our only chance at peace.”
“I understand the importance, sir.”
The transmission ended and Byron reached for his computer pad. Ubarce will be fine, he thought. Just hope I can keep my own temper in check.
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