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rather than being stuck in the stands
watching the action go down when the big dogs stepped in. The Bsidd were now
one of those big dogs, and despite the skill level in the Clans being higher, their
civilization size was far too small for them to handle more than a few ‘small’
missions.
    The Clans wanted more
than that, as much as they could get in fact, which was why they were pressing
so hard. If the V’kit’no’sat came back 50 years from now, each of the Clans
wanted to be the ones to engage them while others evacuated and ran, and
there’d be a long line of volunteers for that duty, but only those most capable
would get it.
    That was the Star Force
way. There were no sacrificial pawns like in chess and the disgusting warfare
practices of other empires, with the lizards taking the prize as the most
gruesome to date. Sacrifice was abhorrent, no matter how effective it might be
in some limited circumstances. A properly outfitted and trained military would
kick the crap out of any that used such darkside tactics, and with every year that progressed that military would grow stronger
due to the fact that they wouldn’t lose people to attrition. Self-sufficiency
was about more than just staying alive, it was the means to take the ordinary
soldier and make them extraordinary over the course of centuries through a slow
progression of skills and experience.
    The longer that
military existed and survived, the stronger it would become. That was why Star
Force was now able to beat the lizards in virtually every battle and why their
swarm tactics were becoming less and less effective. Technology aside, Star
Force’s troops were just plain better and growing in skill with each passing
year…whereas the lizards’ were dying off and having replacements grown,
maintaining their current strengths and not advancing.
    That was one of the
many illusions in life getting busted in epic fashion. Many people thought that darkside practices were the way to greater strength,
and that sacrifice on the battlefield helped the civilization by winning a
battle on a single day at any costs…but the truth was the cumulative effect of
keeping your people alive and training indefinitely pooled into some truly
remarkable feats that were only now becoming evident.
    And many races within
the ADZ still denied what they saw, partly because they couldn’t understand it.
A single Star Force commando with a few centuries of training to their name was
now literally a demi-god when going up against ‘normal’ people, and even though
a lot of what happened in the war against the lizards didn’t make its way into
the news, Star Force security used commandos to deal with internal matters and
those soldiers did interact with the ADZ races.
    Many people claimed
they were given cybernetic enhancements or other cheats, unable to simply
accept the fact that being the good guys, while seemingly having short term
disadvantages, gave you mind boggling power in the long term so long as you
were wise enough to maintain and cultivate it over the progression of years.
    To quote an old Star
Wars philosophical debate, the darkside may have been
the quicker, easier path, but at the end of the day the lightside was and always
would be the stronger.
    And what did the
lightside badasses do more than anything? Save
people.
    “Admiral, cease fire
and start loading the drones back inside the warships,” Mike said after giving
the data packet a thorough look.
    “We’re leaving?” Krimja
asked for clarification.
    Mike nodded. “The
damage we’ve done here won’t be quickly erased, and either we or another fleet
can come back and finish the mission later. Right now we have a more important
task before us.”
    “A rescue mission?”
    “If these guys have
survived this long, then we’re going to make damn sure they don’t get wiped out
a few years prior to the safe zone reaching them. We’re skipping ahead and
coming to their aid.”
    “We don’t have