TRANSLATION
Negotiator watched the fragile looking humans approach. Months of effort had gone into arranging this first meeting. Communication was still difficult with many gaps in translation but that was unimportant today. This ceremony was to confirm both sides peaceful intentions. To reduce the tensions that had existed since first contact, the worries that negotiations with this strange race would be impossible.
The humans stopped and their Kalotu, or Ambassador to use their word, came forward. At least that part of the ceremony had been translated successfully. Negotiator bent over the sacrificial Kalotu and, as protocol dictated, crushed the Kalotu's head in its jaws. The blood tasted foul, but such was the price of diplomacy. It was careful not to show any signs of its di
