CreepyReader: Okay, question. What is RAAB? RAAB or Reunions are a B(…) [now called Reunions are a Deleted] is a story written by Bob Regent on fanfiction net. It is the FIRST (His original idea here) story featuring a conflict between the Earth and Colonials of BSG2003. Look it up. He is also a ghost writer for this story which is wonderful for me. This story still tongue n' cheek in it when compared to the others. Enjoy, please.

Major Simi: Do, the Situation has escalated and the cold war may become a hot one.

Quite possibly.

Chronus1326: Sorry about the backstory portion however its integral to the story here and needed to be addressed. It also shows the butterfly effect of adding the Race into the mix.

Skipper137: At this point, the Colonials don't know how to use the stargate and without some frame of reference they won't figure it out in time. As mentioned before the Acshen couldn't figure out the gate and they were more advanced than Earth. And, no, that wasn't Kara's mother. Zeke is still alive…butterfly effect here.

Note: As I mentioned before, Harry Turtledove has a very specific speech pattern for the Race. In this story I do something similar but with the added instrumentation of 'translators' the speech pattern changes off and on. When speaking in the Race's dialect in which will be seen in the next chapter, the pattern will be closer to canon.

These next two charters are part of the 'twelfth day' arc which details Earth, the Race, the Cylons and the Colonials response of the fact that Home has been conquered.

Thanks to everyone on spacebattles for their comments and answers to my queries.

Chapter 13

The Twelfth Day-part I

Home II Colony

City of Profellyia

Midday, 112 degrees:

Much like its counterpart, the planet now named Home II by the settlers of the Race, was almost perfectly optimal for colonization by the reptilian species which suited the Race just fine. Of course, there were adjustments and challenges in taming a new world that any new colony inhabiting a new life-bearing planet would face, such as new fighting diseases, encountering strange and sometimes poisonous plant and dealing with wild animal life forms. On Home III, the greatest difficulties facing the reptilian species was another reptilian-like species native to the planet. Analogous to the long-extinct Terran raptors, these reptilians with the insect-like eyes were egg stealers and with the Race's twice a year mating cycle, there were lots of eggs to steal. The first city the colonist had built, Praffiloss, had suffered greatly from the egg stealers and the males and females of the Race were demanding drastic action. This was by far the worst problem for the colonists and the defense forces purposed to eradicate the problem had their claws full.

The native egg-stealers were very smart, quite possibly as intelligent as the members of the Race during their pre-civilization period. They even used primitive weapons to confound the Race! That made them dangerous, but it also meant that they might one day become productive members of the Empire if they could be civilized or reasoned with. Atvar, the fleetlord of the conquest fleet, as odd as it appeared, held out some hope that an agreement could be reached with the natives. Reffet the fleetlord of the colonization fleet held out none. However both of them were in agreement, if the natives of Home II could not be reasoned with quickly then they would be eradicated. As things were, the two species could not co-exist on the same world under these conditions and this was the Race's world now. They had claimed it and intended to keep it.

For Atvar, this turned out to be an important lesson. The two reptilian species subjected by the Empire the Rabotevs and the Hallessi had never been as aggressive as these Karsovites, as the Race called them, were. It re-enforced his convictions for a free-standing Soldiers Time – a permanent military force, protecting the population of Home II. The Tosevites had told them that there were no 'aggressive', dangerous neighbors in the area but it was wise to be prepared in case someone showed up. Atvar took this under consideration since the Tosevites were the very definition of phase 'dangerous neighbor'. His definition of dangerous neighbor was any world that was close to, equal to, or more technologically advanced than the Race, as impossible as that was once seemed. Good neighbors were like the Rabotevs and the Hallessi. Weak. Those species were conquered by the Race easily. But Tosev III was another matter altogether.

In spite of the fact the Conquest fleet had come to take over Tosev III, Earth, the Tosevites, or Tau'ri, or Terrans – and he was sure to use the proper phrase as not to antagonize them unlike some other members of his people, they had not used their super explosive metal bombs to destroy the fleet or the following colonization fleet, or Home for that matter. That act of mercy still surprised and in some ways confused him. It was something that Race would have not done. After the incident that placed the Race on Home II occurred, he, Straha and other fleetlords had long standing discussions as to what might had been. In all of those somewhat spirited talks, the consensus was that if the Tosevites had been Tosev-bound, without spacecraft, Atvar would have ordered the destruction of Tosev III by nuclear bombardment to keep them from one day coming in space ships to Home. If the inhabitants of Tosev III had not had spacecraft, they were still too advanced and too dangerous and one day might threaten Home. The prospect of something like that was too frightening to the Race and would not have been allowed. The explosive metal option was deemed the only viable solution to the dilemma considered acceptable by the fleet and shiplords.

Atvar would have willingly sacrificed a world, the conquest fleet, and the incoming colonists in order to protect Home. But the Tosevites had advanced beyond anyone's dreams and could fly to Home in advanced ships in a matter of minutes rather than decades! The Tosevites had the science to do such an impossible thing. They had also spared Home and gave them the colony world, Home II. They had been merciful. Why had they been merciful when the Race would not have been? Did they have ulterior motives? Absolutely, but what were they? These questions were ones that Atvar had no real answer to. The Terrans had gave them a world and in return they asked for the hydrogen technology that ran the machines of the Race. With all of their superior technology, why had they asked for that? The Big Uglies were strange and difficult to understand and that was another thing that irritated him. The Tosevites, Terrans, whatever… should be learning how to understand the Race, not the other way around!

It was shameful as he, Atvar, was known as the flirts fleetlord in history to have failed implementing the Emperor's orders. He knew that the other shiplords laughed at him behind his back, all except Straha. The one Shiplord he assumed to be the most spiteful, was the one who turned out to support him and his rank. Straha had understood whereas the others had not. That made him an ally. Atvar would never fully trust him, of course but still it was comforting in a perverse way that his one-time adversary would support him the most. Everything changed too fast, he hissed.

The fleetlord like every other member of his species, hated change.

Fleetlord Reffet, the Fleetlord of the Colonization fleet on Home II and the only true equal to Atvar, headed directly for his counterpart after hearing the hastily transmitted message from Home. The technician receiving the desperate plea was in a panic and the moment that Reffet had read it, he understood why. The message was as undeniable as it was terrifying and it forced the Lizardian to skirt desert sands to meet with Atvar bring the dire news. The shiplords of the colonization fleet were right behind him prepared to give as much moral support as necessary.

Reffet hated Atvar as much as Atvar hated him. Atvar never listened to him, always countermanding his orders and refusing to take orders himself as he was Reffet's equal. It was Atvar's fault that the Tosev III hadn't been conquered. It was his fault that they were on Home II, as pleasing as this world was, and not where the Emperor had ordered them to be. It was Atvar's fault that the seventy million members of the Race were stuck on this once unknown, albeit beautiful planet, almost a thousand light years from Home.

Reffet and his entourage entered the Central Military complex, a building that should have never been built in Reffet's opinion, to speak to Atvar. The fleetlord had a tendency to ignore Reffet's calls, however this information was too important to ignore, so Reffet came to Atvar personally. The fact that Reffet had contacted all of the shiplords of both the colonization and conquest fleet was an indication to everyone just how dire the situation was.

Atvar stood rigid as Reffet entered the large meeting chamber attempting to maintain as much control as possible. Reffet had ordered the shiplords of the conquest fleet to assemble despite the fact that he had no real authority to do so. He was ready to express his anger but something stopped him. Reffet's eye turrets were swiveling violently and his tailstump twitched almost uncontrollably. He was hissing to himself. Gone was his usual arrogance when confronting Atvar at any given moment. All those signs indicated that something was very wrong.

"I have received a transmission from Home, through the subspace transmitter that the Tosevites allowed us to have," he said loudly. "It was sent by the adjunct of the Emperor," and here, he respectfully lowered his eye turrets but quickly raised them back to glare at Atvar. "Home has been invaded! Home has been conquered!"

The hissing and yelling threatened to deafen everyone in the room. Reffet raised his hands and immediately most, if not all of the members of the Race quieted.

"Impossible!" Atvar yelled. "Who could have conquered Home?"

"They were Big Uglies!" Reffet screamed back as if that answer that was needed. "Big Uglies have conquered Home and we are too far away to help! It's all your fault. If you had performed your duties as you were ordered to, then this would have never happened!"

Atvar wanted to bite him and by the looks of it, Shiplord Straha wanted to bite him as well. "What is the content of the message," Atvar said as he strained to control his temper.

"The confirmation codes were authenticated," Reffet announced. "The message was detailed, but rushed." The entire congregation hissed in dismay. Communiques of the Race was never rushed. "The male who transmitted the message said that they would try to pass on more information later, but the invaders were actively trying to suppress all forms of unauthorized transmissions. The invaders are unaware of the Tosevite subspace probe above Home."

"And that is the reason why they were able to send the message," Atvar surmised.

"Yes," Reffet said, producing the Race's equivalent to a 2x CD player-recorder. The device had been invented two thousand years ago and had never been improved upon because there was no need to do so. Therefore it came as a shock when the Tosevites introduced them to DVD's, a technology far in advanced of anything they had imagined. Tosevites weren't even satisfied with that. They kept improving things. They did so with the speed of a malignancy and that frightened the Race. "I shall let you listen as it was addressed to all of the leadership of Home II, not just me, Fleetlord," he added after a moment, just long enough to make it an insult – the Fleetlord that failed.

Atvar again suppressed the urge to bite him. 'I will not bite him, Atvar thought furiously. I will not rip out his throat!

"If the Terrans have conquered Earth, then why have they not disabled the communications probe hidden above Home? Without that communications device, we would never be able to communicate with Home!"

Reffet glared at him with one turret while the other swiveled around looking at the other males trying to gauge their reactions. "This inconsistency answer cannot be answered at this time. Perhaps they have forgotten?" he suggested.

'I will not tear his tail off and feed it to the Karsovites!'

It seemed impossible but if it were true, then Home was in trouble and here this scramble-egged brain piece of waste pellet was pushing to be the superior male at this most critical time. But, a quick look around him showed that several of the shiplords seemed to be in agreement.

"You may proceed to play the recording, Reffet."

He felt a small bit of satisfaction as Reffet bristled at not being called by his honorific. His head feathers, all four of them, stood straight up. Atvar couldn't help but enjoy the moment even at this most terrible of times. He couldn't help it; twelve thousand years of political intrigue controlled him and his culture. It was as natural as breathing.

The technician male took the disc from the Fleetlord and inserted into the player. Seconds later, the transmission stated. The entire room became as silent as a tomb…and they listened.

'Superior males of Home II," it began. "I have given the proper codes to prove that I am Ssumaz Yunnanz, Chief Communications specialist and intermediary between the Leadership of Home and Home Two. Emperor Runshan acknowledges your support and has ordered me to tell you of our plight. I apologize for the hastiness of this transmission but the hideous creatures calling themselves the Kollbazzians in their language have conquered Home and can trace unauthorized transmissions. They claim to have conquered both Rabotev Two and Halless One, but there is no proof to confirm or dispute this. Home has been subjugated by Big Uglies for the last twelve days. The emperor believed that it was the creatures from Tosev III but now suspects that it is the other Tosevite faction that they were at war against in the Tosev star system. But we are unsure. What is known is that Home has been completely overrun and as expected the males and females of the Race are unable to resist with our soldiers at Home II. Emperor Gradell," and this time, the eye seen on the large screen turrets were raised up instead of down," has surrendered Home to the aliens. You understand what this means."

There was a massive hiss heard throughout the chamber. Gradell was not the Emperor and Ssumaz Yunnanz's eye moment proved that it was some sort of deception.

"The One is free," the aged male said confirming what everyone had already deduced. The Emperor was on the run. Such an event had occurred only once since the unification of Home fifty thousand years ago. "But it is only a period of time before the deception is discovered. We have no way to defend ourselves, but we will keep the One safe as long as we are able. Superior males, help us. The alien leader who claims power has promised to severely punish the males and females of the Race if the deception is discovered. The One does not surrender. I must leave before I am discovered. We will try to contact you again. Assist us, help us. Help Home."

The transmission cut off leaving scores of eye turrets staring at Atvar. His eye turrets were downcast as he was thinking hard. The 'One' had to be the emperor and possibly several of his guards.

Oh, the calamity!

"You are the fleetlord of the conquest fleet," Reffet announced. Interestingly, it sounded more like a plea than a statement coming from a male that had been creaming that a Soldier's Time was no longer needed just a few days earlier. That truth in no way made Atvar feel any better. "You are responsible for protecting Home and Home II. What will you do?"

Never in his seventy-eight years had a question frightened him more. Nevertheless, before he could stop himself, his snout opened and he replied, "I vow that I will free Home from the invaders or I will sacrifice myself trying to do so."

Of all the males within the room, only Straha looked at Atvar with a mixture of hope and skepticism as the other shiplords from both fleets screamed at him to tell of his plans to free Home. In the name of all of the emperor's past, he didn't have a plan yet! What did they want form him, to pull a plan out of his cloaca?

So this is the loneliness of command, Atvar thought bitterly. Never had the isolation of command been so stark. But, it still hadn't given him the answer that he so desperately needed.

"We must find out what is going on," he declared. "Demand a meeting with the Tosevites," and here he used the Race's name for the Humans, "in the northern polar regions and the Cylon faction, as I come to think of it, within a quarter day. By the Emperor, demand it now!"

"It shall be done!"

Earth:

White House

Typically, and appropriately for such an occasion, it was raining outside. The storm front situated over the eastern coast had produced a squall line of storms heavier than the weather forecasters has predicted. In layman's terms, 'it was a dark and stormy night', when the President of the United States of America finally got off the phone with the Chinese Premier. The Armageddon clock was halted at twelve seconds before midnight but was still twitching. The twelve Colonies didn't know it; the pale horse had stayed its hand, but the blade was still being swung back and forth waiting for the order to unleash death and famine upon its population.

They had no idea how close their civilization was to utter destruction. If they knew of the phrase, 'pre-emptive strike now' being bandied about in the last two hours by the various governments of the Terrans of the Tau'ri, they would have collectively crapped in their pants. There was also another phrase that the Colonial people would have been appreciative of at this point in time:

Ignorance is bliss.

"Gentlemen," began a very tired and aggravated President Hayes. "I've just completed a three hour tele-meeting with the combined leaders of the International Oversight Advisory committee trying to keep our world from going to war and possible exterminating over forty billion Colonials. China's leaders, the Russian President, some members of our own military, and even the Tollians are justifiably concerned that the Colonials have established a beachhead within one jump of our star system and we weren't even aware of it! Let's face it, we screwed the pooch gentlemen. We saw that the Race wasn't a threat and we weren't as diligent as we should have been. We were so busy watching the big picture that the backdoor was left unattended. The Colonials have crept in that backdoor, gentlemen and our neighbors have been paid the price."

President-elect Earnest Boyd remained quiet for the moment, listening carefully as Hayes began explaining what could easily amount to war within the next few days. He was in his mid-forties, sporting a short gray-speckled natural. He was taller than Hayes and seemingly patient. However to those who knew him, he was dangerous when it came to defending what was his. Senator Kinsey's son, freshmen senator James Kinsey discovered that first hand, when the two of them fought over the Stargate Atlantis program.

James followed in his father's footsteps, trying to wrestle the program back to being under the auspices of the United States instead of the IOA. Unlike his father, he didn't have the talent, experience, or support that his father enjoyed. Boyd had vigorously opposed him, humiliating him nationwide in the process. Needless to say the two of them were bitter rivals.

Franklin Burnett, the British Home Secretary spoke. "You are certainly correct Mister President. I was under the impression that your country and Russian were scanning the space around us to so that we could avoid precisely this type of situation we find ourselves in."

"You're right, Home Secretary," Hayes said. "However as you also know, it costs money to scan such a large section and you country hasn't be all that willing to help share in the expenses."

"Which is exactly my point. Now, my county is willing to share in the expenses. This has been a wakeup call," he said, "for all of us. But we are not willing to allow the Colonials to approach our borders with impunity. Just as Russia tried to place missiles in Cuba and your country responded, so must the world respond to such a blatant violation of an enemy so close to our star system's border. It cannot be allowed. Britain will not allow it."

"Neither will we," Hayes said. "However I don't want to be known as the President that committed genocide because we're afraid of what they might do."

"Agreed. This is why you've had limited support of my government, Mister President. We have no great love for the Race, however given that they have kept their word to us and given the fact that they have engaged our diplomats on Home II with respect and dare I say progress, we will not simply allow the Colonials take over their territories with impunity."

Boyd jumped into conversation. "I am being brought up to speed here and I want to make it clear that I'm not advocating genocide either, but we're just four years away from the fact that the Colonials came here and tried for conquer the world. They tried to nuke our planet and the only reason why that failed was because of our defenses. It wasn't an accident, it wasn't a mistake. They consciously tried to subjugate our world using city killing nuclear weapons. To myself and a lot of others, this action of theirs, conquering our neighbor's worlds and starting a military buildup within striking distance of Earth is a not-to-subtle declaration of war. We barely survived the Anubis invasion and the two subsequent attacks by the System Lords. The Wraith and Replicator wars thank God, were far enough away that we suffered no collateral damage. Now we have another conflict going on with the Pegasus galaxy with those aliens we don't even have a name for yet, not to mention the Astorath planning some sort of action. Then add in the factors that we are upholding our responsibilities protecting the worlds in the Protective Planets Treaty which the now-extinct Asgard passed onto us and we find ourselves stretched thin. We don't have time to play with the Colonials games. There are much bigger threats out there and although it pains me to admit this, it may be better to rid ourselves of the problem now and concentrate on the herd of elephants trumpeting in the room for our attention."

"Before I answer you, as the incoming president there are things you need to know about the Asgard," Hayes told Boyd. "The Asgard aren't actually dead."

"The world was informed that they died destroying the last of the replicators," Boyd said.

"That is what the British government was also led to believe," Burnett added.

"So you're saying that they're still alive."

"They're very much alive and kicking, both in this galaxy and Pegasus."

"This wasn't disclosed to my government," Burnett dryly stated. "The stargate program, hostile aliens, discovering new worlds and technologies and now this."

"I'm sure that your government have a few secrets that you haven't disclosed, such as L.I.G.H.T.'s real purpose, Home Secretary."

"True, Mister President. We all have our secrets, however this is an affair of galactic proportions. We understood and one of our greatest allies were effectively extinct."

"Yes, and this secret is being kept at their request. They didn't destroy themselves on their world in the last replicator battle as was publicly announced. The Asgard in our galaxy have, with our help, finally solved the cloning problem but they are also very vulnerable at this point. There are less than two million of them but they're having children and re-establishing a civilization unlike anything they've had before. Their survival was covered up so that their enemies won't attack them before they can establish themselves as a viable society. Only a few people are aware that they are still alive. You and now the British government…" He paused to stare at the British Home Secretary who merely raised his eyebrows at the president, "… know that the Asgard are still around. The Asgard in the Pegasus galaxy aren't," and here Hayes paused once more for a moment, "as friendly as the ones we know. They've lived a much harder life and it made that faction a lot more cautious, as you can imagine with all of the problems there. They just recently found out that their relatives here had survived. You'll be debriefed about them later."

"I look forward to hearing the details."

"As you've said, there are bigger threats than the Colonials out there, but we can handle them. Our planetary shields and disruption system can stop Colonial style FTL jumps from coming anywhere near our planet but their expansion into our general territory is a disturbing trend that we're going to have to stop. We can't trust them. We didn't anticipate this when we drafted the treaty and so technically Home's system and the other four systems the Colonials now occupy is not illegal from our point of view. Of course, the Race and the other two species now under Colonial control wouldn't agree but we don't have any agreements with them, yet."

"The Colonials have a fourth system near us?

"Yes, they do," the Home Secretary said. "They've parked themselves in a system twenty-five light years away from here. It's a planet that was part of Ra's dominion. It's well suited for Human inhabitation but for some reason either the transplanted population died out or Ra had them moved. The Colonials have very few planets in their sector able to sustain any type of life without support. We have a glut of planets here without Human life that Ra kept for himself. The Colonials being on that planet wasn't a problem as far as we could see. There are plenty of planets and room enough for us all. However in hindsight we see that they were planning to relocate much closer to us. We've been too remise worrying about deep space and not diligent enough worrying about what was next door. The point is, and it's a sorry excuse but a true one nevertheless, is that it's been barely twenty years since the Stargate has taken us into space. In that time, we've fought for our survival, been straddled with protecting planets we didn't even imagine existed. We've fought alien empires, gone to a distant galaxy, made alien friends, made stupid mistakes – this being one of them – and made enemies on several fronts in the process. We're still learning and making mistakes. But I don't want to have the word Earth associated with the word 'genocidal killers', if we can help it."

"On the other hand, "Boyd said, "if circumstances reaches that point, I will order our forces to engage and use whatever means available to remove the threat to Earth or any of the planets we are responsible for."

"I agree," Hayes said. "I wouldn't hesitate to wipe them out of they were a real threat to Earth. At the same time, we haven't wiped out the Jaffa and some of them are a bigger threat at this time, than the Colonials could ever be. However we eventually expected to get into a conflict in some form or another with the Colonials considering the last debacle, and that's why I insisted on our contingency plan instead of all-out war."

"It could backfire on us and we will have to explain our displeasure more stressfully."

"It's a possibility, Mr. Home Secretary, but if there's a chance of not killing billions of people, I will take that chance."

"Well, the members of the IOA agree with your arguments, however it if fails, we will take action. We must focus on the Hornets and not the mosquitoes during these unsettling times. The Secretary of State is informing our ambassador on Home II of our position on this matter even as we speak. I expect that I'll have to have a conversation with the leaders there before the night is out."

"President Hayes, England does have some reservations concerning the Race," Boyd added after a moment. "Four years ago they came to our world planning to conquer it. As I've been reading the transcripts from our military and ambassadorial staff, it's been made clear that if they could have, they would have used nuclear weapons to wipe Humanity out, because we are a potential threat to their civilization. If they had come just twenty years earlier, just before we discovered the stargate we wouldn't be having this conversation." He smiled thinly. "The irony here isn't lost on me. They were afraid that we could have at some time in the future threaten them and their survival. Their logical solution was to eliminate the problem before it threatened them. From their point of view, I can almost understand their reasoning, however, we dodged a bullet there. President Hayes, you could have ordered the destruction of the conquest and the colonization fleets and decimated Home and in the eyes of the IOA and the people of Earth, you would have been perfectly justified."

"I choose not to destroy them for the same reason I'm giving a chance to the Colonials. By all accounts, the Race are an honorable people. But, they are terrified of us because we're more advanced than they are, we're more aggressive, and they don't understand us. They expected us to conform to their views of everything when they conquered us and instead they were put on the defensive. The Emperor thought we would turn them into slaves and force them to become part of our empire. They believed we were going to eat them."

Boyd blanched. "They believed that?"

"Yes, they did," he shuddered.

When we brought them to Home II, the Race had no idea why we had given them such a magnanimous gift. However that had the added benefit of acquiring some very nice technologies from them advanced but not so advanced that we couldn't easily reproduce. Their aircraft uses a hydrogen blend for fuel and are about a generation or two more advanced than our F-22s."

"And they work as advertised," Burnett snorted. "Beautiful machine, if only the pilots weren't afraid of fly the Raptors or the Peregrine upgrades."

"There is that," Hayes conceded. He ignored the embarrassment that threatened to color his face. "The Race's so-called Killercraft can be launched and recovered from suborbital carriers. Most of their vehicles use hydrogen fuels which we bargained for by given them Home II. They have a few other interesting technologies we've looked into and you've already seen the first fruits of those negotiations. With the Race, we're building up a slow but genuine trust. But as you've said we don't trust them yet which is why the colony Home II is so far from Home."

"It's a form of control," said Burnett.

"Yes, it's a form of control," Hayes told the small group. "The emperor of Home specifically requested that we would not have any contact with them until they were ready." Hayes looked at the President to be knowingly. "They were scared to death and need some time to figure out what they were going to do. Home II is approximately eight hundred light years from Home. So, to communicate with their home world, Home II has to use our subspace communications systems and if they need to travel to Home or back they need our ships to do so. Right now they're reliant on us and that gives us the advantage. It's helped us control the pace of First Contact and at the same time smooth out the differences between our two species."

"Do we know how the Colonials discovered the Race and their subjects?" The Home Secretary asked.

"We're not sure. There had to be a lot of planning for them to pull this off, therefore they had to know about the Race for several years. Our analysts believe the Colonials may have discovered the Lizardians about four years ago either just before or just after their attack on Earth."

"That is the conclusion of our government, also," Burnett said. "As I've said, our government will stand by you and the contingency plan. However if its success doesn't materialize, then we will have no choice but to remove this threat as expeditiously as possible."

"Please thank your government for supporting the plan and my government looks forward to continuing our positive relations in the future."

"Our governments may disagree occasionally, Mr. President, however we are still close allies. There is still a problem, however. The Tollians are pushing for a definitive solution to the problem at hand."

Hayes did something he rarely did in front of foreign diplomats. He rubbed his forehead. They're worse than the Russians during the cold war, he thought. Why couldn't they have remained pacifists?

The Tollian ambassador had been the most vocal advocating for the complete and total removal of the Colonials from any star system within fifteen light years of Earth. Some of the suggestion included killing everyone on Home if it meant removing the Colonials from within striking distance of the Sol system.

"Attempted genocide will do that to a people," Boyd said.

"I do have a plan that allows us to use their aggression and allow them to vent at the same time. The last thing we need is for them to go off on their own and do something rash."

"That would be a bloody mess. May I ask what you're planning?"

"I'm interested, as well," added Boyd.

"Of course. I'll give you the details and then I have to speak to the Colonial ambassador." Hayes smiled viciously. "I've been delegated by the IOA leaders to speak to President Goessel." "I think I'll contact him before their dinner time. Maybe I'll give him an ulcer to match the one trying to grow in my stomach."

To be continued in part 2 of 'The Twelfth Day'

Background information for those who care:

Colonial names for Earthers: Earth people, Earthers, Earthians, Earthinians, Tau'ri, Terrans, Apellai, Those arrogant SOBs.

Earth names for the Colonials: Colonials, the 12 tribes, Kobollians, Those ignorant SOBs.

Race names for the Terrans: The Tosevites, Tosevites of Tosev III, the Terrans, Humans, Big Uglies; Tosevite Malignant virus, the creatures with turfs of fur on their heads and the big bombs, bad neighbors.

Race names for the Colonials: The Kobollians, Tosevites of Kobol, Big Uglies, Big Uglies of Kobol, the conquerors, the uncivilized creatures with turfs of fur on their heads and the big spaceships.

Earth names for the Race. The Race, Lizardians, mini-luggage.

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