A well-dress stepped onto the stage, cameras flashing and rolling and microphones held high to reach him. The authority this man held over the situation was apparent: medals that decorated his formal military uniform, gait that was straight and proper in form, and an air of discipline and command from his years of experience in the battlefield.

As this man stood behind the podium on stage, the room grew uncomfortably silent. Gone was the clamor that media workers like paparazzi and interviewers used to do to get the first question out to the spokesman of interest. In fact, it seemed that any usual selfish intention of making the big score in news coverage was gone, and rightly so; these people wanted answers. Like the millions at home surrounding their television, tuning in to the radio, or waiting patiently for the newspapers to print, this crowd of news reporters are here to learn about the fate of humans, to learn about the progress of the war.

Before speaking, the man placed the single sheet of notes he took in a meeting onto the podium in front of him and took a deep breath. He gave one final quick skim of his notes and began his speech.

"Hello to everyone who've made it here this evening, and to those at home listening to this. I am Command Sergeant Major Julius Vargas, speaking for the Global Human Military. We are all here because we are tired of this war against them, against our greatest opponent and threat to civilization. We are here to learn where we stand in this war, and when it will end. And I am here to share to you all that we've reached a conclusion to the war."

As straightforward as Julius was with the news, he was kind of expecting some sort of reaction, like cheering, applause, or at the very least a collective sigh of relief, but there wasn't any sign of glee at the news of a war at end. Instead, everyone in the room seemed to be even more adamant to listening, stiff with expectation and bated breath. And if these folks were like this, then it's possible citizens at homes were the same. Good. Because he wasn't finish.

"Our Intelligence and theirs have met numerous times during these battles to negotiate terms for a treaty our species can agree on, something that may work for us both in these troubling times." It was at this part that he paused, bracing himself for the reaction he knew was to come. "We have decided that since they are not willing to leave our planet, we will instead give them a section of the planet to inhabit."

Silence. Honestly, Julius was expecting an uproar from the crown, anger that he himself feels brewing inside as he speaks about sharing the planet with its invader. Or were they too tired to feel anger, and just want this to end. He was about to continue when a dark brown hand rose high above the audience.

"Yes?"

The person stood up, holding up a microphone to her mouth. "Sergeant Vargas, excuse the skepticism, but how would we be able to trust the invaders and know that we aren't risking our lives."

Julius stared at the reporter, sparing a few moments to think of her question before chuckling softly. "Honestly, I do not know," he replied. "Let me speak for myself here. I don't trust any of them. After seeing how capable they are of destruction and decimation, I'm a little miffed that we are allowing them to stay among us, giving close to half our planet for them. But they are still on foreign land, on an entire new planet that they have less than basic knowledge of. If worse comes to worst, we'd at least have that advantage. Again, I am only speaking for myself with this opinion, and not for the GHM."

Another reporter spoke up. "Are there other terms we have to meet?"

"Yes, there are," Julius said. He looked at his hastily scrawled notes and skimmed down to where he left off. "Once a barrier has been set up, we are not allowed to attack the other party. There will be no crossing the barrier, either, unless it's for official business. Any strike from either side and the other will be allowed to act in defense."

"So how are we going to give them half of our planet, as you say?" The first reporter asked. "What 'barrier' will we have?"

Again, Vargas paused. But instead of pausing because he wanted to think of the answer, he hesitated out of embarrassment. Trying to keep a professional appearance, Julius kicked himself for looking sheepish at a time like this, mouth curling up in a doubtful smile. "Again, speaking for myself, they way we're going about this is... outlandish..."