SiTU MEMO: The broken sword

" Master, please sit down." Orlov ordered the rest of the staff to take their seats too. He especially had used the title Master. It meant that he was just a guest and scientific adviser and that he had no political or military task. Without hesitation the master sat down, while putting the sword in front of him. The silence thickened and the guards at the door movede uneasily, waiting for a Orlov's sign to intervene.
Some say he gave the sword his own name, others that he adopted the sword's name. Orlov looked at the famous sword in front of him. It really existed or whas it a fake. "Master Jian, you know that it is forbidden to take weapons to a meeting like this. His opponent nodded. " Commander, this is not a weapon, yet." He drew the sword and it fell in pieces on the desk. Orlov had not the faintest idea, where Master Jian was heading. He never had been that interested in history and mythology. Which made him, in his own eyes and the eyes of the Empire, an efficient and component soldier.
The way he had presented the sword immediately draw the attention of crewmembers. " They love weapons, expecially ancient ones.", he thought and said, " Commander, this sword has a story to tell." Orlov shrugged his shoulders. " We are past the phase of storytelling, master Jian, the harvesting operation has begun and there is no way stopping it." " Commander, that's what von Moltke said to the Kaiser, when he wanted to stop World War 1 on this planet “The trains are moving, there is no way to stop them. There is always a chance and there is always hope. Even for my people, though they have made a big mess of this world. Commander this sword carries a story and a power, that could save humankind."