[ WP ] You are a member of an alien race who has been observing Earth for the last few hundred years trying to decide what to do with it . Over the last decade , your leaders have narrowed it down to either colonization or annihilation . That decision is due today .

**General Glork Toxler** 
 
 General Glork stepped on the Maglev train down the battlecruiser's purple line. The council was to finally come to a decision after a century of waiting. He was on his way to support the Imperialists and to appeal against the Sanitizers. The fact is, the planet was likely the home world of their ancestors, the dinosaurs as humans called them. Therefore it was theirs by right of being first. Plus unlike their own homeworld, Earth was still survivable. The humans did not have to put their flora and fauna in special suspended animation boxes. They did n't have the burden of the survival of their entire culture in their hands. But the Saurians did have that burden. The humans were an inferior species anyway, the have n't even developed fast than light travel. Their presence would not be missed. Saurian scholars had studied all there was to humans and Glork found nothing particularly compelling about them except that they could be of use for labor. Their pettiness would have fighting each other before every battling the Saurians directly. 
 
 General Glork also personally believed that the destruction of Sauria gave them a universal mandate to take whatever planet they see fit to make a new home for themselves. 
 
 
 **Chancellor Tyran Joab** 
 
 Chancellor Tyran was quietly sipping some buma berry wine while thinking a outb the decision he was to make. He looked at the holographic video of human children playing. He sighed as he watched them. He remembered watching a similar video of his own children playing before the war with the Farlites. *They were innocents* he thought, *their potential extinguished before it had time to set the world ablaze before the Farlites literally set the world ablaze. 
 
 Tyran had no quarrel with the humans himself, as matter of fact he was rather fascinated by their rapidly advancing technology and their invention of the internet. *For a 100 years we have watched them grow from that terrible First World War to a more enlightened people*. Still the Cold War concerned him, that they would play such weapons and continually escalate that conflict. *Ridiculous* he thought *And dangerous*. After what had happened to his people Tyran was sure that the humans were just as capable of doing the same or worse. It was safer to sanitize them. If other races like the Farlites found them they would be condemned to a worse fate. 
 
 He watched the video of the children playing again and rose. Setting his glass down he walked towards the window of his office and gazed down at the planet. *The decision I make, I make for the human children. They do n't deserve to live in such a cruel world. None of us do. * He turned from the window and began walking down the hallway to the council room. His decision was made, after 100 years the vote would no longer be postponed. 
 
 **Professor Sargon Rolaz: ** 
 
 Sargon ran for the councilroom as soon as one of his students had told him the news. The vote would be held today. His group had already tallied the votes Glork's Imperialists had finally gotten the voting block they needed. But the Chancellor was opposed to it. *Perhaps if I can speak to the Chancellor he'll see this madness* he thought. 
 
 Sargon remembered the first time he went down to earth to study the humans. He'd seen one of those missionaries tending to an injured child, a female in the midst of war. Once the man had quieted the girl. He began singing, a deep smooth baritone a hymn to his God. The girl curled up in the man's arms and fell asleep, calm and safe. 
 
 It had been too long since Sargon had seen full, unbridled compassion. He was so moved that he wept openly there. *Even in the midst of war they had compassion* he thought. Compassion was an emotion difficult for the Saurians to feel. It usually had be someone in one's immediate community. Finally he made it to the entrance of the councilroom where two guards where blocking his entrance. 
 
 `` You will let me through.'' He said 
 
 `` Professor, you know the rules. Only council members allowed. You were not reelected.'' One of theme said 
 
 `` That maybe true but I am still the leader of the Tolerance Party and damn it to you will LET ME THROUGH!'' Sargon had n't realized he'd began to yell but he could n't help it. He needed to try at least try one more time. 
 
 Suddenly a voice from nowhere called to the guards `` Let the Professor in, he deserves to be heard just as much as anyone.'' The guards nodded and let him through. 
 
 To be Continued...
