"What say you M'arta"? "Are you in, or out"? Ase'lle already knew the answer, but the question had to be asked, and witnessed, if there were a world left after tomorrow. It would make no difference to history if they did not prevent the Amolias from wiping them from the face of the universe, but if they survived, it would be a lesson learned and maybe not repeated in history. All 13 members of the committee had to vote Yes or the plan could not, would not work.

"Ase'lle, as leader of the Pac'ficuli, I have a responsibility to my people", M'arta replied. "As you, and all the leaders here know, my sector will be the first to be annihilated. I can only say Yes, but I must have my words left for posterity". M'arta stood up and put her hands on the table and a single tear fell from her eye. M'arta was a warrior, first and foremost. Her battles were legendary and no one for a moment sensed weakness from her words or her tears, only the oncoming dread of what she would say next.

"While we have fought among ourselves for eons over small squashes of land and the small and trivial things that only beings who are not perfect have always done, the alliance we have made today is something that should have been done by our forefathers since time immortal. So here we all are. We have waited until this world is on the brink of annihilation for all leaders of all tribes to finally sit at the same table and make peace".

Laro'lria of the Blave'ta Tribe, whose people believed that even after death that they would live in Nirvana, stood and yelled, "This is no time for speeches. This is no time for weakness. It is time to strike, now! Do not wait a moment longer to give the order. What have we to lose. If the plan does not work, we will die a brave death and be with our brethren who will welcome us with open hearts. If we can stop the invasion, we will be that much richer. We cannot lose either way".

Ase'lle was quick to respond. "Laro'lria, we have 13 tribes with 13 different beliefs. All must be heard. All must agree. Not all believe in the afterlife, my people being one, as you well know. As the agreed upon leader of this summit, I say, sit, and allow M'arta her say. We have time. There is nothing we can do now in any event. The designated time is 0800.14. Until then, there is nothing that can be done, by you or anyone here. M'arta". "Thank you Ase'lle", M'arta said, nodding her head, "you are a gentle soul, unlike some that are here". 

Seeing the sneer coming from Laro'lria's face only strengthened M'arta's resolve. "When this ultimatum from the Amolias barbarians arrived, every tribe here wanted to react in their own way. It took all of Ase'lle's considerable powers of persuasion to get us here. It took only hours for us to come to a consensus. We must, for the sake of all in this world, give the order to attack at the appointed time but, if by some miracle our plan works and we survive, this must be a cornerstone for all tribes to finally come together and stop the constant murder, rape, and pillaging that has plagued this world since time remembered."

Ase'lle, the Elder of Madesa'zii, who had corralled everyone into this room and had hammered out the agreement, stood and looked around the room. He saw friends, acquaintances and even sworn enemies. Some that he would have killed on sight as a young warrior, he was now having to join. They could not defeat the Amolias divided. This they all knew. They also knew that even with all their tribes together, their chances of being alive tomorrow were still slim at best. Why had their forefathers let this hate and bigotry and greed survive all these many eons? He had only one more thing to say before everyone went to their respective positions to ready their people.

Standing up and walking inside the circle so he could see each one face to face one more time, to make his point as adamant as possible, Ase'lle spoke. "I and my people, like all here, have our beliefs that are as solemn to us as anyone here". He looked around the circled table. The different colors, the different sizes, the different philosophies of each tribe had caused this attack by the Amolias. If they had only shown a united front, the Amolias would never have dared to attack them. He spoke one last time, for this would be the last recorded words of this world if their plan failed.

"As I look around this table, I see something that our ancestors never witnessed. I see the people of the planet Mez'nita, united, for the first time in remembered history. If we lose this battle, it will make no difference what is said or done in this room. But".., Ase'lle, a strong man. A warrior who had killed many of the relatives of the very people he now stood before, had to stop for a moment. "But, if we survive, I say we should be a united people, forever. We should commit now, this very moment while we are together for the first time, to never take up arms against each other again. That we will truly become a united country. Stand if you agree and make this a day that all of Mez'nita will write about in history books from here to eternity".

As one stood, another stood and all were standing except Laro'lria of the Blave'ta Tribe. She looked each in the eye, as if summing up future intentions. Laro'lria, a warrior in every sense of the word, slowly got to her feet and started clapping. In moments, everyone was clapping and patting each other on the back. Ase'lle yelled above the noise, "May the God's bless all of United Mez'nita. It is time to fight. It is time to teach the Amolias that a United Mez'nita cannot be defeated or destroyed by any foreign power.. It is time to go to WAR"!!

"At 0800.14, a battle for the ages took place in this precious world in which we live. At that appointed time in history, in these United Mez'nita, had not our brave ancestors stepped up and became a united front, had not they became one, we would not be here in this room discussing the Battle of Mez'nita". The great, great grandson of Ase'lle himself, the first to preside over the council of Mez'nita, and a great Mez'nitnirite himself, stood before the Council of Elders. "My friends, my  brothers, on this 100th Anniversary of our Victory over the Amolias, please stand up for a moment of silence for these brave, brave people". With a voice filled with pride, he yelled "Long Live Mez'nita, Long Live these United Mez'nitnirite"!