Diplomatic Actions
All Diplomats had pretty much been in a remote stasis, immovable and untouchable, floating an inch or so off the ground in a light blue transparent cloud, eyes frozen and mouths locked into an expression of tension.
Far away in the place known as "Elsewhere"
A human, dressed in combat fatigues with woven carbon-titanium fatigues and carbon-titanium armor plating, with powerful automatics that fire rounds in a hailstorm of supersonic armor-piercing/incendiary rounds [Punching through anything while leaving fire], equipped with drum mags, grenades, night-vision, infrared, and several other sight-types that they have no idea what they do, and a combat knife that's more like a shortsword strapped to their waist, looked down the long, empty... ish dark tunnel cautiously, 5 other similarly-dressed soldiers standing at various points throughout the tunnel: along the wall, right behind him, on the catwalk dangling from the ceiling, etc.
The 5 humans were a squad; they didn't know each other, but they did know the chain of command. They also knew that they had randomly woken up from what felt like a really long, deep sleep, found themselves in unfamiliar, insanely advanced technology, and in a tunnel that looked to be a very old tunnel for at least two very large subway trains... they think. 2 sets of rails ran down the middle of the tunnel, with a concrete walkway lining both sides, occasionally switching to a titanium-link catwalk where there were drain-off gates for what appeared to be sewer water. Why that was in a subway tunnel, they had no idea.
"Switch to infrared," the newly-designated Squad Leader called.
The other four, listening in through the crisp, pristine voice channel, responded, "Switching to infrared now."
One said, "Movement up ahead," and another said, "Movement on our six."
Then, "What the [beep] are these guys? Why the [beep] was I just censored? What the [beep]?!"
"We've got reds taking up defensive positions in front and behind of us!"
"If we want to survive, I'd bet on those sewer tunnels."
"Why?"
"Because we're being played, so we might as well-" His talk was ended with a snap, as something inside the marines' circle, all of them facing OUTWARD, violently twisted the man's head so hard that it separated head from body. The head, red-tinted visored helmet and all, found its target, and knocked another soldier hard enough into the wall that his vision black for a moment, giving enough time for the unseen enemy to sprint up to it and punch the soldier hard enough to cave in the thickest part of the chest armor, crushing every single one of his ribs, and most of his internal organs.
The next moment found the chestplate and a good portion of the second marines' chest splattering onto the head of another soldier, covering him with his acquaintances' chest.
By that time, at least one other squad mate had realized what the sounds were, and opened fire on the humanoid, thick-skinned Supreme. The rounds tore through the Supreme, passing straight through him and setting several stomach-like sacks inside his body alight, the gas produced burning at a slow rate. The heavy gas poured out of the now-dead Supreme, making it look like streams of blue fire was pouring of the body as it fell to the ground. Horrified, the remaining 3 soldiers, one soaked in blood, turned to take in the massacre of their squad leader and smart-[beep!].
Moments later, the were overrun from the North by another Supreme. Too shocked to respond fast enough, the squad became a meal, and after the Supreme had his fill, he was teleported back to a waiting station, where his much-needed built-up violence had finally gone away, and he was ready to return to active service.
