How can anyone possibly-?
I mean. Really?
Some people are capable of fooling
themselves into believing anything.
"I only wish that something like this could have happened sooner."
The Negotiator looks at me like I just farted in the lift.
Heck, for all you know, something about human physiology
does offend them mortally. Like an extreme example of the
Uncanny Valley effect.
"It has been centuries since the Reach has waged an aggressive war, and we would have much preferred to-."
"It's the way you say it-" I grin. "-with a straight face. "
Indeed. Perhaps he
isn't aware of the truth, and truly thinks that all those races they wiped out chose to become partners
willingly, then suffered mysterious extinctions...
HCO raises her right hand with a nervous smile on her face.
"Please let the Amb-"
Well, to be fair...
"Negotiator."
"-assador finish his opening remarks."
...the Negotiator
does meet the
textbook definition of 'ambassador'...
I shrug, then mime zipping my lips. The Negotiator waits a moment just to be sure.
"We would have much preferred to discuss any concerns our neighbours had with our expansion without resorting to force. The Illustres has personally intervened…"
No, you mean you'd rather have had a chance to
brainwash them into friendliness...
I.. just tune him out. The locals I sort of understand. They clearly don't know why we hate the Reach. If it were a normal trade or territorial dispute, this sort of thing would genuinely be helpful. But who exactly is the Negotiator addressing here? There's no way he can expect to convince me, we've made sure that everyone in N.E.M.O. space is fully aware of what the Reach do, and he hardly needs to convince his fellow Reachians.
Maybe he's just hopelessly optimistic himself? Or playing the victim for the gyuanites?
So… Is the posturing just automatic? Have I been wrong in assuming that they don't use neural reprofiling on themselves? Is he incapable of not saying this nonsense, no matter how pointless it is?
"…our hosts who have put us in this position."
Amazing that he could talk for so long and say
nothing.
The Negotiator smiles at HCO, who smiles politely back.
"Thank you-. Negotiator?"
Heh, OL's got her doing it now.
"Negotiator is my official title within the civil service of the Reach, but I'm acting as an ambassador. Really, either is appropriate."
"Well, thank you. Illustres? Do you have something you want to say?"
...Once the stench of
bullshit clears from the room, yes.
I shake my head.
"I really don't know what to say. That speech gives me the impression that you genuinely don't know why we formed N.E.M.O., which is… Possible. Your superiors might have kept you in the dark intentionally. I'd.. be surprised, but it's not impossible. But if you do know, you must know that I know, so I have no idea who you think was going to care about any of what you just said."
True, for all anyone knows, the general Reach populace really
does get the
mushroom treatment. Perhaps only the special troops who actually go and
do the crap that N.E.M.O. is prosecuting the Empire for are aware of the real deal...
He doesn't appear moved.
"But okay." I shrug. "Since your war with the Green Lantern Corps, the Reach has sworn off violent conquest. Or, rather, open acquisitive warfare. However, there's a difference between that and actually being peaceful."
...Though I would find it
hard to believe that no-one ever gets curious about things amongst the Reach.
I take a hologram projector out of subspace and put it on the table in front of me. A series of images flicker, then expand to fill my side of the room. Dozens of faces, all from different species.
"Maybe you don't recognise all of these. They're intelligent species whose territory was annexed by the Reach and who now either don't exist at all or hang on only in Controller-run refugee camps. Now, one might just have been evil and two… Well, accidents happen when you fiddle around with a biosphere. But this…"
Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence.
You can fill in the rest.
I make a point of looking around at the images.
"This is an existential threat to every one of your surviving neighbours. And so, N.E.M.O., because no one wants to be added to this list. Because while you don't break the agreement you have with the Guardians, you're quite happy to alter the biology of your neighbours with chemistry, biotechnology and cybernetics until they're near-mindless thralls. And you don't even care enough about their service to keep them around for more than a couple of generations afterward. That's not just evil, that's lazy."
"And one thing I hate... is laziness.
" Yep, that
would just piss Pavlos here right the hell off.
"N.E.M.O. initiated the first fleet-to-fleet engagement of the war. Actually, the first Reach fleet to be destroyed was actually destroyed by Grayven but I'm not trying to pass on blame there; we'd totally have done it if we'd jumped in-system a little closer. But the Reach had been covertly attacking worlds in what is now N.E.M.O. for as long as they'd been in contact with them. And… You know that, and you know that I know that. So if this is meeting is actually going to get anywhere… Please, stop pretending. It's not even annoying, really. It's just stupid. This isn't a court. There's no neutral jury. There's no unconvinced party to impress. It's a mediation for two peoples who hate each other to maybe find an agreement they could accept."
And at this point, there's only one real condition N.E.M.O. would accept from the Reach: Total and utter
surrender.
"If you're going to engage in baseless slander-."
"Pointless."
Besides, there's nothing
baseless about it. Every one of the surviving species has a
lot to say about the Reach. Lots of
anger, to be sure.
I'm careful to let my eyes flare on that one. It doesn't really mean anything with me, but with a normal Orange Lantern it would indicate that they're about to go postal.
"Very well. I assume that you have demands. What are they?"
Smart man.
"The Reach will contract it's territory: every world that has at least one surviving inhabitant will be released to them. The Reach will share all biological data on those species to allow them to repopulate. The Reach will contract its fleet to one tenth of its current size. The Reach will foreswear the use of and abandon all research into mental and social control technologies. You can have billboard adverts, that's it. The Reach will either hand over or execute individual who were primarily responsible for known and unknown genocides, and provide data that allows for the identification of unknown individuals who were primarily responsible for known and unknown genocides."
In other words: Stop. Your. Bullshit.
"Execute or-? What would you do with them?"
"Assimilate them. Turn them into constructs. I'm allowing that as an option in case you'd prefer to be able to claim that it wasn't you who killed them."
At least
then they can make themselves useful.
"Ah." He nods. "How generous."
"In return, N.E.M.O. will offer a non-aggression pact and a free trade agreement, including free passage through N.E.M.O territory for any minimally armed civilian merchantman."
Though
unspoken is the likelihood of Orange Lanterns escorts and detailed scans being made.
HCO perks up slightly. "You're inviting them to trade with you?"
"We don't have any objection to Reach business, just Reach evil. I imagine that continuing to allow them access to goods and services will make the transition easier on their end. We will also allow Reach citizens to apply to join the L.E.G.I.O.N., the Darkstars and the Orange Lantern Corps, under the same terms as N.E.M.O. citizens."
Though only
after a long psychological screening process, I would hope...
"You intend to annex us."
"But at least we're not going to murder your entire population." I lean back slightly. "So what do you want?"
After all, all that destruction would be
wasteful. And OL has made his stance on
that clear enough by now.
"An immediate ceasefire, the abolition of your openly hostile military alliance and compensation for the losses we have already incurred due to your unwarranted and unprovoked aggression."
"No, no and no. Anything else?"
Nice
joke, Negotiator. A pity no-one's laughing.
"In-."
"Anything sensible?"
...Well, that was quick. Hopefully the gyuanites present are getting a good idea of just what sort of people the Reach are...