WS66: A Disgusting Society.

""Damn it all to hell, I'm finished with all this shit!" Gabe, the lead field observer, exclaimed as he burst through the double doors to  General Alexanders room.

The General, just finishing the stack of papers he was to issue in the morning, lacked any real energy to show a returning conviction. He looked up to the Irate little man, took a sip from his mug, and set it back down on his desk before acknowledging the scientist. "What is it Munford?" he let out his statement as half question, half sigh.

"They're disgusting, Fuckin' disgusting!" Gabe revealed

Untouched the general replied in his same tiring, I really don't have time for this, tone. "Dr. Mumford,You understood that the subject civilization may have a culture that vastly differs from ours, and promised to keep an open mi-"

"They eat Animals sir!" gabe blurted before The general could finish his sentence, not only technically against military protocol, but also completely out of character of the normally reserved man.

There was a moment of awkward silence as the General remained leaned back in his seat. he let out an exhausted sigh and adjusted his posture. He put his elbows on his desk, and took off his reading glasses. folded his hands in front of him, and returned his gaze to Gabe. "What?" he bluntly asked

"They eat animals sir." Gabe continued "plants too." he finished for a second to observe his superiors response. the General hardly moved, but the fact that he was still listening meant that something had stuck him "I mean at first I thought it was just a joke some of the males were spreading around, eating their 'steak' and puting dressing on their 'salads' but once their supper time arrived their meals were just-just-Ugh!" He finished his frantic rant with a small gag, and turned his face away in disgust.

once agian there was an awkward silence as the general just sat their, as cold faced as ever. "did you eat it?" He calmly asked after a beat or two

Gabe met Alexanders gaze, still worked up, visibly stressed, unkempt, and somewhat hyper ventilating. he pulled a C-cig from his still stained lab coat pocket. once again this was uncharacteristic of him, being the health nut he is Gabe never smoked, especially not from one of the knockoff cartilage brands."can you give me a light" Gabe requested, in an almost certain tone, as if it was more of an order than a question.

The General awkwardly stared at him once more before sighing, cracking his neck to the left, and opening the top right drawer to his desk. he took out a brand of Bones, and handed the matches to his lead scientist.

Gabe snatched the pack from him and lit himself his cigarette. he exhaled the smoke into the Generals quarters, once again completely ignoring protocol "We had to assimilate." Gabe let out  visibly more relaxed, still frantic, but considerably less. "some of my men refused and would starve," he continued before taking another hit "some  would try to find means of obtaing traditional food, surprisingly these-"" gab paused for a second trying to look for the right phrase "Savages" he blurted forcefully, before having a nervous chuckle and continueing once more

"heh, they actually frown upon our system, they actually incarcerated many of my men for 'crimes against humanity'"Gabe took a third hit form his cigarette, already almost burnt to a crisp with the rate he was inhaling, he coughed into his shoulder, "those that made it back, did what we had to, to survive." he finished as he flicked his C-cig into the trash.

The general stared at the mess of a man that lay before him, obviously deeply conflicted with what he had done. "I see" he calmly expressed as he stood up to turn around and open the cabnet that had been on the wall behind him  "I'm sorry you had to be exposed to such an enviornment" he continued as gabe stood still, nervously tapping his foot "Let me pour you a drink, I have a bottle of the most expensive O+ on the market." he turned around holding a bottle and two glasses "why don't you take a seat" he suggested as he filled the glasses.

Gabe looked away for a second, he could use the break but was almost reluctant to. "okay" he answered, more quietly and defeated than before. he took a seat in the comfy lounge chair in front of the Generals desk.

The general handed Gabe the his glass "this comes directly from some of the oldest monks that live in some of those mystical, dojo, mountain ranges." the general boasted "it ain't caffeinated like my mug of AB- over there, but it'll still give you quite the kick."

"Thanks" Gabe quietly muttered as he took sip.

"Now" the General adressed as he leaned against his desk, with a glass in his hand as he explained looking down to Gabe. "Here's what I'm going to do, You and any of your eggheads that returned will receive an honorable discharge form their service if they wish, medals will be handed out for you valor and will to survive in order to get this valuable information to us." the general took another sip as Gabe looked up to him.

"Furthermore, any needed medical and therapy services will be paid for by the brass. If you wish to return to service once you feel recovered promotions, raises, and more benefits will be handed out." there was a short pause as the general finished his proposal "Is that okay Dr. Mumford"

Gabe now looking into his lap, and grasping onto his now empty glass replied "yes, sir" visibly exhausted.

"okay, you may return the presidential chambers to rest up, I'll send someone for you in the morning" The General informed.

"okay" Gabe nodded as he stood up and slothed his way to the doors, as he grasped the handle he turned around to adress the General once more "Sir, what will come of the newly found civilization?"

Genaral Alexander, looked up once more once agian sitting behind his desk "Appropriate measures will be taken to stop them from spreading, or keeping their barbaric ways." He bluntly replied as he took out the papers for formal declaration of war.