The human standing before the assembled alien representatives was a sharply-dressed Asian.

His mannerisms were Asian in flavor, but not stereotypical. His accent was notable, but not heavy. In short, a fine demonstration of the multicultural madness of the human race. Many of the other races in their sector tended to eat this stuff up and ask for seconds, which suited Omnicorp just fine. The representative of the humans gave a bow to the audience; one precisely deep enough to convey that he was of a lesser station than they. Thank you for this opportunity to show you this demonstration of what Omnicop has to offer you, he said. I will not waste your time any further. He then stood back upright, and strode over to the control console, place a device in the appropriate slot. The aliens murmured to themselves as they waited for the two devices from two very different cultural backgrounds to talk with one another and synch up. A few seconds later and the lights in the large, rounded chamber dimmed and mostly went out, leaving just enough lights to show the walkways for safety's sake. The presentation area in the center went dark completely, but not for long. A swirl of lights, along with a carefully implanted swirl of sound to accompany it, and in a moment a small army of giants appeared in view. The hushed murmur among the aliens picked up in volume and tone a little bit, as the more cultured of them immediately recognized the form of the giants: wolves. Sort of. Genetic engineering among the humans had progressed to the point where wolves were accepted as their own race, but these wolves were fully twice the size of normal humans. And just as with humans, each of the thirteen giants were different from one another except for two of them, which were an odd sort of mirror duality. And in front of them stood another human, this one dressed more like a scientist, though his heavy accent and fiery red hair identified him immediately as Scottirish. The display slowly rotated to allow each of the representatives to see the scenario before them in front, in profile, and from behind. The wolf in the center, directly behind the Scottsman, seemed nearly to dwarf the other wolves, though he stood no taller than they. Off to the side was one who seemed less than the others, even though he was the tallest of them (by maybe an ear). The human in front stood at the same parade rest as the wolves behind him, beaming proudly. He gave the audience a minute or so to simply take in what they were seeing, before he finally spoke up. Greetings from Genetech! We're a division of Omnicorp, one of the largest corporations of the human race. As you already know, Omnicorp specializes in humanity, and nothing less than that. Genetech is a division which focuses on genetic engineering of life itself, tailoring it to suit the needs and desires of everyone who seek their services. Whether you're looking for a trendy new body for your offspring, or an entire planet custom-tailored to fit your needs, we've got you covered. But today, I'm going to focus on just one little concept: War. He paused for a long moment, giving the assembled throng time to start murmuring among themselves once more. It wasn't immediately obvious if this presentation was a recording, or was being transmitted live. Either way, the human waited only a bit before cutting into the murmuring with raised voice, and a wave of a meaty hand. No, not galactic conquest. Not yet, anyway; we're still working on that. This is only Phase One; you should see Phase Three! Another pause for murmuring, before holding up a hand and standing aside to show off the giants behind him. The musclebound wolf in the middle crossed massive arms over double-barreled chest, giving a broad grin that showed off his teeth. He kept his eyes confidently straight ahead, letting the audience think whatever the hell they wanted to think. The slight one on the end smirked and rolled his eyes, showing what he thought of the whole presentation. The other giants held various expressions somewhere in

between, with the harlequin-patterned twins maintaining a distant aloofness. To put it bluntly, a pack of these babies will win you any planet you need. They're not designed for space travel, so they're limited to whatever world they land on. I'll go over the control mechanisms later; first, I'm going to show you what they can do for you. The display blurred and swirled out of existence, a billion motes of multicolored light that floated in a mad, chaotic dance before reassembling into a completely new view: a macroscope examining a planet in whole. A temporal world, right in the sweet spot of its system. Huge oceans, which were interrupted by only a few massive continents, capped with a bit of ice at the poles. Then the planet itself shifted, becoming slightly more blue-green as the continents fragmented a bit. It was eventually obvious to the observers that the view of the planet was being deliberately altered, so as to not give away which planet it actually was. The view zoomed in to show a meteor shower in progress. A fairly standard event, one which garnered little more curiosity than the scientific, and even that would be rather specialized at the cultural level of entire sectors. Several thousand of them, over time, fell into the atmosphere and caught fire. Just another week in the life of a planet. The view shifted abruptly to the surface of the planet. Whatever camera was being used was already focused up on the sky, and zoomed in on the meteor shower. A handful of those rocks were large enough to not burn away to a fragment of a cinder, as is often the case in these sorts of things. Again, nothing noteworthy. The camera followed a few of those rocks as they approached the planet's surface, vanishing over the curvature of the planet. How you get these babies onto your target is for you to decide, but I do suggest you ask them their opinion. Give them whatever information you like, but the more information, the better. Even trivial information, like cultural beliefs and the like, can be used as weapons. Again, these creatures we call them 'beowolves', named after an ancient human legend will be under your control at all times. But they're best used by pointing them at your target, and then letting them do their thing. Here, they decided on an orbital insertion. The view of the planet disappeared, and was replaced by broad outline views of several of the giants. The massively musclebound one in the center, the one which was even blockier if not quite as musclebound, the slight one, and the two twins. Five wolves in total. That was it. This demonstration will show you the specialties of each of the subtypes, came the Scottsman's voice. You can have an entire pack tailored to suit your purposes. The big one here, the view shifted as the musclebound giant's outline enlarged to take the entire stage, Is one of our variants; model name 'Cronus'. The Cronus model is engineered to operate in the most intense gravity wells with a minimal loss of operational capacity. Keep in mind, this is a Qir-class planet. The gravity levels would not challenge any of our beowolves. The weakest of them can operate at up to fifty Gravs and still be at least twice as powerful as any known species in this sector that was clad in Geon-class powered armor and he would be buck-ass naked to boot. The purpose of the beowolves is quite simple: A weapon that can operate on any planetary battlefield of any type, no matter how inhospitable or even deadly, with no external support needed whatsoever. You insert them, and that's all you have to do. You probably won't want one of them to take on an entire planetary defense force in open terrain, but then if that's what you're facing, you've already lost the battle to begin with. But any single model can go head-to-head with a Mark Twenty bolo, and will probably be the winner. The point is, you don't

need to support them. They're also much more tactically flexible than any Bolo tank is.