Finally, the demonstration concluded with a convincing demonstration of unarmed combat-a somewhat paradoxical concept when applied to a race naturally equipped with a saurian predator’s teeth and claws. Korg turned to Phule and said, “Now, Captain, let us retire for refreshment and some candid conversation.”
“I look forward to both,” said Phule, and he and Beeker followed the Zenobian leader into a nearby building. To one side, a buffet was laid out, with a variety of foods. In deference to the humans’ dietary prejudices, the spread included several cooked dishes, as well as a selection of vegetables (many no doubt imported for the occasion). And whoever had been involved in the planning had thoughtfully laid in a full Terran bar. After filling their plates and glasses, Phule and Beeker joined Chief Potentary Korg and his adjutant at a table. Korg played host to perfection, making certain that both Phule and Beeker got everything they wanted.
“That was a very impressive display,” said Phule politely. If anything, it was an understatement. The Zenobians would be a formidable opponent for any race that went to war with them. Except that their request for Phule’s company as military advisors seemed to indicate that they’d encountered something they couldn’t handle. Exactly what was it they couldn’t handle? Phule wondered. And what made them think that Omega Company could handle it? It was very puzzling.
“Thank you, Captain,” said Korg, flashing his saurian grin once more. At least he’d removed the sunglasses, now that they were indoors. “It would please me, sometime, to see a similar demonstration of the Alliance’s capabilities. But in due time, all in due time. Meanwhile, as you can undoubtedly guess, we have invited your company here for a very good reason.”