567 567 Much Fanfare

The meetings hadn't even started yet the next day when Max began to get a headache. The emissaries from the incoming group demanded full fanfare, a parade, and a celebratory holiday announcing the honor of having been graced with their presence.

"I will give them a parade. Right back out the airlock." Nico muttered as she read through the list of demands they had presented.

"They are testing you to see how much of a pushover the humans are likely to be. The more amenable you are to demands, the easier it is to fold you into the Alliance's rigid set of internal rules." The Illithid explained.