[ WP ] Humans are successful partly because we 're omnivores and this holds true on the galactic scale as well . In the future humans have quickly become feared throughout the Milky Way as our soldiers are ready to eat almost anything ... or anyone .

The Mordobans just eat cellulose, the Fercaptans can only absorb aerosolized glucose, and the Gree Nation need to be fed sunlight and water through a tube. 
 
 You know what *we* eat? 
 
 *Everything. * 
 
 That ’ s why we ’ re the 12th Galactic Dining Corps. 
 
 That ’ s why they call us feasting devils and why we call them small fry: nothing ’ s really scary when it ’ s food. 
 
 Mostly, we ’ re used for psychological warfare. 
 
 “ Load me up with another canister! ” 
 
 My ammo-bitch hops up on his one leg and sticks another barrel of fuel in the guts of my gun. Fuckin' meat mules. They were slow as Mordo blood: *sludge* slow. 
 
 “ *Burn*, baby! ” My ‘ thrower vomits flame and I think back to elementary school lessons on spiders covering their prey and shooting them full of venom, melting their insides into meat-soup. 
 
 I get to do the same thing. Except I melt their insides *and* outsides. I get to cook my food, right there on the battlefield. 
 
 One Gree, two Gree, three Gree, four—they get swallowed by the fire and fall blackened and seared. The Gree are these delightful round creatures, pretty adapted to microgravity but *really* shitty anywhere with gees upwards of 0.3. 
 
 The Engineer Corps. worked a bit of magic: they attached rockets to their vessel and spun it up, giving them a kind of artificial gravity because of the, uh. Centrifugal force? Anyway. Point is: it was like shooting fish in a barrel. 
 
 “ Dinner is *served*! ” 
 
 My company rushed forward with fight-knives and kill-forks, ripping off chunks with a kind of violence and savagery you ’ d expect from a starved bear. 
 
 Which is what we are, I suppose. 
 
 This is the first alien ship we ’ ve encountered in *months*. 
 
 “ Make sure to bag some for the people back home, men! ” 
 
 I knock down more doors, see more Gree cowering around the corner. My fuel-barrel still has enough gas to torch their screams into charred silence. 
 
 The ship technically isn ’ t a combatant vessel, sure. 
 
 But after what we did to Earth… 
 
 Well. You know what I ’ m going to say. 
 
 A species has to eat, right? 
 
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