Korimenoa-kir Seriopems Reopsadi
At that exact moment, the President rushed through the open door, without showing any deorientation from his materialisation. Wait a sec, materialisation? That means that, even though President Ioannorent (history seems to be heavily repeating itself) possessed a state-of-the-art personal jet that would enable him to arrive to Korimenoa in under 10 minutes at full Mach-4 thrust, he decided to use the experimental Organic Quantum Leaper without protective wear or waiting for the Leaper's reactors to activate -not only risking his physical condition, but also setting a third of the Capitol on a blackout. It also means that he was in extreme trouble.
And he was right. Breaking every single protocol -or any kind of President-like behaviour at all- on his part, and without giving Serohimean any time to follow his part of the protocol on a meeting with the head of the planet, he grasped the poor Korvichon from the neck and stuck him on the wall, destroying several monitors with his movement (the President was always on perfect shape, and with more strength than most Korvichai in life. This, on Korvichon anatomy, explained his deep wisdom, and his -normally- well manners. However, at such a level, it also explains his extreme outbursts in times of intense mental shocks, for which Ioannorent was known for.)
"You got a message from aliens" he whispered to him, with a slow and acidfull voice that could literally kill a race with lesser intellect capacity or more cowardice by itself, but only managed to frighten the scentist to the bone. "After so many milleniums of waiting, after our race died and resurrected, after all those time where we tried our best to repair the damages from the wars we seemed to hae been involved at, we finally learn that the myths were correct, that not only there are aliens out there, but they are advanced enough to fly through the void of space with huge military fleets. Did I get informed? No, you took the situation on your hands. You communicated with those destruction avatars, you tried to establish relationships with them. You told them so many things about us, liek they were not already dangerous enough! Didn't you think I should get informed first, bastard? DID YOU EVEN THINK THAT THE PRESIDENT SHOULD BE CONCERNED ABOUT SUCH A THING? DID YOU, DAMN YOUR SHIT?!?!?!?!?!"
Terrified as a Korvichon could get, and strangled with force that ensured him that the President would not hesistate to kill him on the spot unless he clarified his position, Serohimean barely found the strength to say: "Let me explain, Mr. President. Things are not how they seem."
Ioannorent let the poor scientist just as suddenly as he had grasped him, letting him fall abruptly on the broken monitors. He didn't seem to care about anything he had to say, but he knew he was already on his mercy. "Very well" he said it, smiling the way Death himself would, "if you think there is anything that will save you from public execution, I would like to hear it."
Serohimean regained his consiousness as fast as he could, then started talking with an exhausted voice, that however didn't show even a glimpse of fear anymore. "Things are much more complicated than they have told you they are, President. It seems the myths are not only real, but more specific than we could ever predict they are.
Now Ioannorent showed some tiny interest. "What do you mean by that?"
"The aliens have communicated with us in Latin, sir. From my thorough education on alien mythology, I have positively identified they are descendants of the ancient Earth Alliance, which is said to have helped us triumph in the first place. They also seem to understand both our language and ancient Greek, and also identify us as a piece of their own myths. They also seemed eager to re-establish an infrastructure of alliance with us, and gave us their planet's coordinates, while we didn't. They also promised us complete immunity and defense from external threats as soon as we enter the atmoshpere. We would obtain our former legacy if we allied with them once again, President. A relationship that lasted for so many millenia is not something we should ignore."
Now the President had replaced his rage with intrique and real shock on his eyes. "Can I see the communication record?"
"Of course, Mr. President" said Serohimena confidently, opening the comms history on the remaining monitor network.
"Hmmm, it's actually a very good course of action. You even seemed to offer them some false information! I think I should apologise to you officially, Serohimean. You've established a better future for you, son. However, I want to have complete personal control of comms with them aliens for now, if you agree with that."
Serohimean could not explain how easily the President's attitude was changed, but he did not want to really pick on the subject, either. "That's obvious, sir. You have full control of comms. I can assist you on any technical difficulties, though, if you would like me to."
"Oh, and something else, sir" he whispered to him afterwards. "If those aliens possess the hardware I think they do, I think they have already connected on the network. They most likely overheard our... conversation, so try to be honest to them."
The President was shocked to hear that, but he knew he was right. After reactivating comms and setting it to broadcast the conversation to the whole world, he finally talked, with a voice with enough calmness, self-management and officiality to remind everyone why he was one of the most successful presidents in the history of the Children of the Phoenix.
"I, Ioannorent Piloremis, President of the Children of the Phoenix, welcome the people of Lakfakalle, descendants of the Earth Empire, the ancient superpower that, even on our days, continues nfluencing and inspiring our people, who even today aknowledge the extreme benefits our society has acquired from you back then. It was an alliance we were not only honored to participate to, but also one we're still honored to talk about. Apart from that, though, it is also an alliance we will be honored to reparticipate to now, after millenia of us trying to regain what we lost when the galactic wars almost crashed the universe, but barely hurt our relationships, and the respect we hold for your nation.
Right now, a diplomatic fleet is prepared for materialisation near the coordinates given by your personnel, which will contain me and my elite diplomats. We will be more than willing to stablish once more our relationships, that we hope that have remained unchanged despite almost everything else having changed completely. President Ioannorent, over and out."
Then, he turned over to Serohimean. "FInd the coward who is crying like a baby behind the door and tell him I thank him for informing me on the situation, and order the Quantum Represion Facility to calibrate the system to the coordinates of Lakfakalle under my command. Tell them Operation Treehouse and they will understand."
He smiled, this time with no cruelty in that smile. "After you're finished, go home and pack your stuff."
Serohimean feared the worst. "Am I exorcised, sir?" he said, with real terror on his face.
"Of course not, Serohimean. You're coming with me."
