The Pandemic class Kankaarian battleship hovered proudly beside the jade green planet unscathed from its recent encounter with Iota pact forces. The captain consumed with panic looked up from his viewing screen to be greeted with a rush of noise from the Bridge's occupants.
“Incoming Transmission Chief” pronounced a nearby Bridge assistant. The automated beep issued through every headset (before unfamiliar communication's) instantly silenced the two hundred strong bridge team. With a tap of his screen Chief Malus accepted the transmission link and brought up the display on an enlarged holo-screen
If not for his pale complexion and odd ocular implant the admiral that hovered above them seemed like a friendly character even though the two factions were at war with each other, the chief felt as if he were conversing like the honorable admirals of ancient times.
“Dear cousins of the Beloved People's Ship The Byarkushe” The admiral started “I Kadaan Telaur of Kankaar's Guardian Fleet come to you today with a most merciful and honorable proposition. Malus frowned upon his use of mercy even though it were true, the Pandemic class battleship could easily crush the now battered and resourceless Byarkushe even though the two were equally matched at full capacity.
“We have both suffered tremendously in this drawn out war and I propose an alternate method to decide the true owner of the beautiful Gorian” The admiral stated in a semi-monotonous voice. Telaur looked to his right and so did Malus. The jade green planet spun innocently beside them. He wondered how much more blood will be spilled to attain this resource rich world. Their recent engagement had inflicted a high death count compared to his other engagement. Although he was used to death he was still saddened by news of a lost fighter or a fallen soldier. All for the good of the people, he thought to himself. “All for the good of the people” he remembered Owken Leev saying, he dreaded what the Iota pact council would make of the battle for Gorian only for his mind to wander to the terrifying image of him standing before the Triforce Military council. Unwilling to lose more men he responded.
“What is you proposal Telaur, Chief Malus would like to hear it” The chief replied, his natural emphasis of his “ t's ” made Telar blink more often.
“I propose we do something only found in ancient myths, stuff of legend as it is I propose we let our chosen persons fight it out in one on one combat” Kadaan Telaur replied sounding slightly friendlier he even looked a little happy as the corner of his mouth twitched.
Malus looked at his lap away from the admiral. The assistants, technicians, and operators on the bridge were looking between large image of Telaur and Malus. The battle within his mind raged should he fight the battle according to protocol and risk killing everyone aboard the ship and losing the ownership of Gorian or should he break protocol and risk putting his neck and a chosen pilots life on the line. He imagined them now, the expressionless faces of the Triforce Military council looking down on him as he tried to explain his case.