I've always wondered what happens in the embassy's you create on planets, so I thought I'd try to create an AAR based on that, (or at lest on what would happen if it went a bit wrong

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The Prime ambassador of Earth surveyed his troops of waiters, cooks and minor ambassadors and sighed "Okay lads, this is it," he said pacing back and forth "this is the very last chance we have of preserving peace in the galaxy." he stared hard at the assembled faces, "Cook division!" there was a mass clattering of boots on the floor as the small group of men stood to attention "Yes sir!"the small head chef marched out and saluted the ambassador, "Do you have all the necessary ingredients?" he enquired. "Oui Monseiur!" (all head chefs at embassies
have to be french) "Even the Thalans"? The ambassador asked, surprised. "Oui, fresh Thalan Great Flies, on a bed of maggots"! he grimaced, as his culinary skill abhored that thought, "Even the Drengin"?, the chef suddenly went pale white and clapped his hand to his mouth "Sacre bleu"!, the ambassador picked the man up by the collar and shouted straght into his face "YOU
FORGOT THE DRENGIN! THE MASS MURDERERS OF THE GALAXY"! he dropped him to the floor and snarled at the quivering cooks, "IF YOU DON'T FIND SOMETHING FOR THEM, YUO'RE IT"! he sent them away with a withering waft of his hand, and beckoned for his assistant to make a note of it, next the waiters.
The Head Waiter stepped forward and presented the seating plans to the ambassador, "there you are sir," he grinned "I spent half the night thinking it up" the ambassador examined them carefully. Hmmm, Snathi next to Altarian? Well, the Snathi always looked ute on holo-screen so could work, Arcean and Krynn flanking him, not bad not bad WHOA HOLD ON, "Head Waiter? One problem with this plan of yours, or rather two." the Head Waiter stopped preening himself and looked over his shoulder, "Where"? the ambassador pointed toward the end of the table "There, you've put all the, oh how shall I put it? EVIL civilisations in one big group, but filled a space with the THALANS! FOR GOD'S SAKE MAN! THE THALANS HATE THEM, AND THE FEELING IS MUTUAL!" he threw the paper at the waiter and growled "Get out"!
Finally the ambassadors, his crack troops, hardened by years of functions and talks, they could eat nibbles with the best of them and drink 10 bottles of champagne without falling over, "Alright men, tonight we are going to do what we were trained to do! We will impress them with our culture, we shall impress them with our military, and we shall not embarress ourselves or our civilisation! AMBASSADORS YOU SHALL DO YOUR DUTY"! the ambassador-sergeant roared out across the ballroom "SQUAAAADDDD,ABOUT TURN, SQUAAAAADDDDD (waitforitwaitforit) FORWARD MAARCH"! As they pounded away the advisor came over to the Ambassador and patted him on the shoulder "Cheer up sir, it'll be alright on the night"!