Arrow, read the spoiler if nothing else
A man approached the outpost of the Empire of Isle. He looked... wrong. As if put together by someone who had had a human described to them but never examined one up close.
The garrison, obviously a little taken aback by his appearence had their weapons held almost, but not quite, at the ready.
As the man came closer he spread his arm out wide and splayed his fingers - presumably as a demonstation he was not armed even though he looked more like he was offering a hug.
When he got close enough he addressed the garrison, his throat obviously not used to the words.
"
Youu will remove your soldiers from the
lands west of the Hive. The Hive requires to expand. Southern lands sufficient for furry expansion."
"What?" asked the garrison sergeant as the man turned away "Who do you think you are."
"
Ambassador to furry people," responded the man, "
bring message from Hive to furries," as he spoke his accent cleared becoming much like the sergeants, the garrison also noticed his features were a lot more human looking than when they first saw him, "delivered message for Hive - now return."
"It doesn't work that way," replied the sergeant, "we're just border guards. We don't deal with ambassadors."
"But furries now know Hive message," stated the ambassador, "task complete, return to Hive."
"
We know, but the government don't and they give the marching orders." replied the sergeant
"Go..ver..ment? What is that?" asked the ambassador.
"
No government? Lucky bastards." muttered the sergeant under his breath, "they're the guys who tell everyone else what to do and organise the country. In theory."
"Like overmind," said the ambassador as realisation dawned, "why
government not know of Hive message?"
"Because no one's told them." snapped the sergeant, beginning to get impatient.
"Then Hive must speak with government to give Hive message," stated the ambassador, "it be brought to me and Hive give it message."
"I doubt it, you might go to them but it'll have to be cleared with the higher-ups."
"Then make it clean."
The sergeant turned to his senior private, "Get on the horn to command and inform them of our 'guest'. And put him somewhere out of the way until they work out what to do with him."
"I'll have a cell prepared, sir" replied the private.
"Are you mad? If this guy
is an ambassador someone will have our tackle. No, put him up in your quarters."
"My quarters?" asked the private, incredulously.
"Well, I'm not giving him mine and yours are the next best. You'll just have to slum it in the bunk room for a couple of days."