The sad part was that we all meant well...

Everyone—us, the humans, the Dreamsingers—really wanted to do the right thing for all concerned. And as usual with good intentions, the results were anything but.
You know you're having a bad day when you suffer two political coups, you and all your friends are hospitalized with an imaginary illness, and you fight an interstellar war lasting all of five minutes.
Friend and foe become interchangeable, and it's hard to tell if panic, paranoia, or a good stiff drink is the best option under the circumstances. Things never go just a bit wrong in interstellar diplomacy! As the humans say, some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed.
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The uproarious saga of the Ic'nichi diplomatic efforts with the humans continues...