“Whoah,” said Oliver, "It seems everyone wants to violate our airspace like it was a Brezan Beauty Queen.
First off nobody violates our airspace without us first discussing why people don’t ask for permission before coming into our territory? I mean really if I showed up on Mag Buskt Island and said I’m just passing through with a military unit armed to the gills the least that would happen would I would be taken into custody and questioned for a long long time. Same if I walked into Brez like that, heck the Brezans would just attack us outright and rip my gogs limb from limb.
Any military vessel that enters our airspace will be fired upon until I’m satisfied that someone respects and understands that this is our land. Bought by the blood sweat and tears of our warriors.
The Yyan came to us and asked our permission ". Then he stopped huffing a little. He took another toot of Voho and his nostril began to bleed a little.
“You Lalyan you seem to show some good respect. You asked before sending your people into our territory.
I appreciate that. So I will consider your request. But so far nobody has shown me any proof of Neliff in our territory.
You may send in only one vehicle to drop off a team to look into this neliff matter. You bring me either a live Neliff or a dead one and then we can talk about a Joint UtR and DC eradication of these buggers.”
Oliver wiped his bloody snout and downed a flagon of Maklal liquor and did another toot of Voho.
For the other counselers the behavior of Olivers seemed increasingly erratic. For Godart it just seemed that Oliver was the warlord type who liked being treated with deference in his own lands.