“Florans not need other ssspecies. They food only! Floran ssstrong! We win all battlesss!” shouted the tribe leader.
He was the oldest male there. Over his entire lifetime, he earned a lot of honor with the tribe. Everyone respected him, everyone except Feya, his daughter. She saw with her own eyes what those “honorable battles” were: a bunch of Florans ramming their ships into civilian vessels, who were then either killed or captured anyone on board. Every crew member was then systematically eaten. Only the shiny ones escaped the ordeal, the ones called Glitch. However, their fate was far worse than that. Without being offered proper repairs or maintenance, the shiny ones were forced to do all sort of nasty jobs as slaves for the Floran until they broke down into heaps of useless metal.
“Shrubkiller, my daughter, shall lead Florans into next battle! She’ll bring back lots of food and loot!” shouted the leader.
The Floran stepped aside, and Feya walked up on the wood podium.
“Shrubkiller will do as Leaf-Father says! Shrubkiller lead Florans into victorious battle!” shouted Feya.
The dream ended with a small beeping sound, which told her the planetary scan had been completed.
Shrubkiller… Feya never liked that name. Name ugly, no soul, reminds Feya of Floran savagery. she thought as she opened her eyes.
The vastness of space could be seen through the window in front of her.
“Good nap, bad dream.” she said before letting out a big yawn and stretching her hands.
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