The battlefield stretched for miles, but it was still. A dozen races had bodies in the carnage, bodies strewn between the disabled robots and discarded laser weapons. The fighting was clearly bloody, desperate, and chaotic.
And of course, that brought out the Buzzards and the Vultures.
The two races didn't call themselves that, but given their long-standing alliance and predilection for looting battlefields, they took the names in stride. Both being bird races helped.
But on this day, as their ships began to land, robots switched on and lifesign cloaks were disengaged.
A dozen races hated being looted after battles.
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