“There is some speculation that someone else gave them a hand,” Hank added, “but there has never been any proof of outside interference. Your world’s history should inform you that predicting technological development is a difficult task. The Leathernecks approach problems from a different angle to your own race, but that doesn’t make them stupid. They have already crushed your world.”
“Yes,” Gavin said, flatly. “Are you going to destroy their ships in orbit?”
“An open act of war would restart the conflict,” Hank said. “We would prefer to avoid outright conflict before we were ready to win.”
“You captured one of their ships,” Gavin pointed out. “Isn’t that an act of war?”
A human would have smirked. “Not if the Leathernecks never find out what happened to their ship,” Hank countered. “And they won’t. Ships go missing all the time.”
“Maybe the Leathernecks are capturing your ships,” Gavin said, dryly.
“It’s possible,” Hank agreed. He didn’t sound particularly concerned. “Both sides have been pushing the truce to the limits.”
“Right,” Gavin said. “So… what are you going to do to help?”
“Provide you with support,” Hank said. “Provide you with weapons. Provide you with tools you can use against your alien overlords. Help you to recover your world.”
“And you’d get an ally for the coming war,” Gavin said. He couldn’t say no. Whatever had happened back on Earth, they needed help if they were to kick the Leathernecks off the planet. “When do we start?”
Hank’s tentacles seemed to slow, just for a second. “How about now?”
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