[ WP ] There is unrest in the galaxy but the advanced alien races that populate it lack the capacity to kill . One alien race decides to recruit the humans of earth as their military .

The Director of the Earth Exobiology Observation Outpost stared down at his console in disbelief. *The Chancellor is coming here? * he thought to himself, *Why would he come here now? He did n't even come here for first contact with the Humans*. In all the years that the Director had been orbiting above Earth, studying the Humans, he had never been visited by anybody besides exobiology students and the occasional lowly bureaucrat looking to slash his funding. 
 
 Just a few decades ago, the Humans established their first colony on another planet within their Solar System. Shortly after that, their System was discovered by the Federation. A small party with scientists, bureaucrats, and even some media was sent out to initiate first contact with the Humans. The Director's Outpost was established soon after that, and the rest of the Federation quickly forgot about the small, backwater planet with the young and primitive species. However, the Director had not forgotten. He had spent years studying them. 
 
 The Humans were a curious species. It seemed that they had been gifted with a planet with bountiful resources: They had enough food, water, and power to ensure that all could live comfortable and healthy lives. Yet they did not. They... destroyed each other. Sometimes because they wanted the land that others were on. Sometimes because they wanted more money. Sometimes it was simply because they spoke different languages, or had different religions, or different colored skins. This constant infighting had persisted for as long as their records stretched. `` War,'' they called it. For millennia this `` war'' had impeded their technological and cultural development. This artifact of Human nature was the Director's main research focus; he had published several papers on it in the last few years. 
 
 Suddenly light began to blink on his console: A new message. The Director opened it. It read: 
 > Director, 
 Please inform the Human Head of State that the Chancellor of the Federation will be arriving on Earth during its next rotation period. A meeting is requested. Additionally, your expertise on Human culture and language will require your presence during this meeting. 
 
 Again, the Director stared at the console in utter disbelief. *That's odd*, was the only thought he was able to muster. 
 
 *** 
 
 The Director, the Chancellor of the Federation, and an entire mass of Federation officials were standing in the Human Head of State's room. The Human in charge was surrounded by a similar gaggle of Humans. The Director could n't help but notice that many of them were carrying `` guns.'' The Chancellor motioned for the Director to begin the meeting. 
 
 The Director turned on and held out the microphone that he was holding. The microphone was attached to a small computer box that had the best transnational software that the Federation could provide. Even so, the Chancellor had thought it best to make sure there was an expert on Humans culture be present to make sure there were n't any misunderstandings. The Director felt that he was the only one of his species in the room that understood just how serious a... misunderstanding with a Human could be. He himself had triple checked the output of the device to ensure that the message would be clear. The Microphone crackled to life, speaking in a synthetic Human voice: 
 
 `` Hello Human. Thank you for meeting with us on such short notice. As I am sure you are aware, the Federation's technology is much more advanced than your own. I am aware of numerous requests by Human governments to trade our technologies for your services. These have all been denied, as our protocols forbid interference the evolution of developing civilizations. However, a particular aspect of Human culture has been brought to my attention.'War,' I believe you call it. I have discussed it with my advisers and we have decided to overrule standard protocol and make a trade offer. You will provide us with the personnel, knowledge, and training required to conduct this'war.' In exchange, you will be given access to the Federation's medical, transportation, and information technologies. Please respond with your decision within the next day. Thank you.'' 
 
 The Humans stared at the microphone the Director was holding, apparently dumbstruck at the offer. After a moment, the Human leader looked at the Chancellor. The Human did n't say anything, but began to curl back its lips and bare its teeth. *A smile*, the Director realized. Only this smile was different than all the other Human smiles that he had seen. Smiles were supposed to be friendly, but there was not friendliness behind those eyes. And it chilled the Director to his very core.
