"They were a warlike race known in this sector back in Concordiat times, perhaps two hundred years ago. They vanished as suddenly as they had appeared. There was no record of where they went." He paused for effect.
"They have now reappeared—occupying the inner planet of this system!"
"But, sir," Second Secretary Magnan offered. "That's uninhabited Terrestrial territory...."
"Indeed, Mr. Magnan?" Nitworth smiled icily. "It appears the Qornt do not share that opinion." He plucked a heavy parchment from a folder before him, harrumphed and read aloud:
His Supreme Excellency The Qorn, Regent of Qornt, Over-Lord of the Galactic Destiny, Greets the Terrestrials and, with reference to the presence in mandated territory of Terrestrial squatters, has the honor to advise that he will require the use of his outer world on the thirtieth day. Then will the Qornt come with steel and fire. Receive, Terrestrials, renewed assurances of my awareness of your existence, and let Those who dare gird for the contest.
"Frankly, I wouldn't call it conciliatory," Magnan said.
Nitworth tapped the paper with a finger.
"We have been served, gentlemen, with nothing less than an Ultimatum!"
"Well, we'll soon straighten these fellows out—" the Military Attache began.
"There happens to be more to this piece of truculence than appears on the surface," the Ambassador cut in. He paused, waiting for interested frowns to settle into place.