Final Hour

In his office, President Geoff was sitting on his guest chair nervously. Either side of him were two aliens in full atmospheric suits. They were not doing anything, nor had he done anything, but there presence made him nervous by default. At the edge of the room stood a man with a reptilian head who flashed his sharp teeth every time he would look over. 

None of them made him more nervous than the woman sitting in his chair. He had read about her from the information the Coalition gave him about their way of life. The woman was older than most structures that exist on his glorious Alexander and was powerful enough to kill him with a mere thought.

The woman in question was currently infusing a special tea that had taken over an hour of uncomfortable silence already. Just as he was about to speak up, an enchanting voice was heard instead.