[ 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 .

Tilgar, Head Waiter for the Ambassador Tikleen, stormed into the kitchen of the ambassador ’ s home, startling the cooks. He glared at them menacingly as they quickly scurried across the room attempting to avoid the look of ire. No one wanted to be flayed, or have their wings clipped for failure, so they returned to their duties at a respectable distance. Fortunately, Tilgar was not angry at any of them, he was angry at his supposed assassin, or “ The Head Chef. ” 
 
 “ Golx, ” he roared as he barreled over pots, pans, and other cooking implements. 
 
 Another Gilaxin stuck his head out from around a wall with a coy look on his face; a look that quickly dissolved when he saw the enraged coloration of Tilgar ’ s eyes. “ Sir? ” 
 
 Tilgar grabbed Golx by an antenna and drug him into the store room. Closing the door behind him he struck the would-be-assassin upside the head. “ You said the plan was foolproof. We poison the food with animal protein causing them to get sick. Once sick, they agree to more favorable terms for us due to the embarrassment and our ‘ shame ’ at them not finding the food appealing. This is how Gilaxin ’ s do things; this is how we ’ ve always done things! ” 
 
 Golx nodded his head rapidly showing that he understood. He was about to speak when Tilgar cut him off again. 
 
 “ The Treaty of Klinscark was signed because of this method, Golx; the treaty that gave us superiority over the Bloomsi! ” Tilgar waved two of his arms around in frustration before finally calming down and looking coldly at Golx. “ What do you have to say for yourself, Golx? ” 
 
 “ It should have worked, ” Golx said as he struggled to comprehend his failure. He had disguised the animal protein inside a leaf wrapping with seeds. It resembled a common dish on Gilax and would thus go unnoticed. He even ground up the animal protein in such a way that it was small and string-like, and thus resembled leafy strands of the telk plant. “ I took all the necessary precautions. I even ground it up to resemble seeds so that the Earth ambassadors were sure to eat it. ” 
 
 Tilgar rubbed his antennae together before he finally growled low, “ You need to go out there and find out what went wrong. You ’ re the Head Chef, so go act like it! ” He then turned, opened the door, and returned to the festivities like he had merely gone to check on the kitchen. 
 
 Golx re-adjusted his hat ( a ridiculous human-like hat that resembled a fungus ) and walked calmly through the kitchen. Arriving at the door he quickly steeled himself, put on his most presentable face, and pushed through the doors to the dining hall. 
 
 It really was an exquisite hall. The dirt had been shaped into windows and pillars and polished smooth to a glass. The table was wood, of course, and the Gilaxin and the Humans sat around the table in apparent merriment. They all seemed unaware of the uncomfortable color that the Gilaxin ’ s eyes were turning. Only the Ambassador maintained his composure. They all, of course, knew about the poisoning attempt. Vomiting, or leaving unexpectedly, was a huge social misstep for the Gilaxin ’ s and had been used to their advantage over the millennia. Again and again they had poisoned the food so as to insure a misstep, causing ‘ embarrassment and anger ’ on the part of the Ambassador, who would then demand more favorable terms to treaties and alliances. It had never failed. 
 
 Sliding gracefully over to human side of the table, he quickly scanned the plates and saw that every human had eaten the animal protein without issue. Many appeared to have gotten second helpings, or even a third. They were eating it and everything else with relative ease and enjoyment. Golx approached the human Ambassador, Calvin Xing, and coughed respectfully to get his attention. 
 
 Xing turned and beamed up at him, “ Ah, Golx correct? ” Golx nodded to show that Xing was correct. “ Excellent food; truly excellent. The meat was exquisite. ” 
 
 Meat? Golx mulled over in his head and realized he was not familiar with this word. His eyes turned a worrying shade of blue as he attempted to sound out the word, “ Meat? ” 
 
 “ Yes, meat, ” Xing said as he waved his hand in the direction of the cleverly disguised animal protein. “ I knew your race was vegetarian, only eating plants and seeds, and so we came prepared to eat our fill of salads but this, ” he held up a leaf filled with seeds and meat, “ is just excellent. Reminds me of the lettuce wraps my parents used to make back home. ” 
 
 Golx did his best to not recoil in horror and he glanced towards Tilgar who was eyeing him with concern. He shook his head gently to show he didn ’ t understand either. He decided to gently press forward since the Ambassador seemed in good spirits, “ I am glad to hear your race has no issues with the…meat, ” he said, sounding out the unfamiliar word. 
 
 “ Of course not, ” the Ambassador said as he laughed, “ And you don ’ t have to play dumb, there ’ s no way this was an accident. You had to have known our race are Omnivores. ” 
 
 “ Omnivores? ” Golx asked, a dread growing in the pit of his abdomen. 
 
 “ Yes, omnivores; we can eat anything, ” Xing laughed again before he turned and collected a third helping of the animal protein. 
 
 “ Anything? ” 
 
 Xing chewed for a moment before he shrugged, “ Well, within reason, but yes, we can eat just about anything. ” 
 
 Golx bowed gracefully before turning and rushing out of the room; a race that could eat anything? Golx had never encountered that kind of race, no one had, and as he rushed back into the kitchen he realized that his race, his entire people, could be considered ‘ anything. ’ 
 
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