The thing that troubled him the most was that all of the species involved in the fighting were in agreement to do it. They sent their youngest and most vibrant to fight and only the survivors were allowed to mate. This was little more than systematic genocide. It was depressing and he lamented at the life those warriors were forced to live. He took a sip of milk and a small bite of banana pudding. He looked at his untouched plate and smiled; he always ate his dessert first. He figured that he might not have room for it after his meal.
He sighed as he chewed the bananas thought about leading the Bosrean and Earth Fleets into battle against the enemies arrayed against them. How was this different from what was taking place in that galaxy? The end result was the same; millions of warships striving to kill each other. He leaned back as he took another bite and tried to justify his behavior by declaring that he was fighting for the survival of his species.
He took another bite and stopped chewing.
