A/N: So I'm back at school now (booo!) and I dunno if I'll be able to keep updating this daily. I'll do my best but it depends on coursework.
Junior had seen many things in his time as an ambassador for the Galactic League. He had been on political visits to battlegrounds in all twelve corners of the galaxy and everywhere in between. He had seen men, women and children who had lost everything. Their homes, their livelihoods, more often than not a limb or too as well. He had held the hands of the dying but this was by far the worst. There was something about having to listen to a man have the top of his head ripped open and his brain sucked from his skull that made him want to pull out his own teeth just to have something else to concentrate on. This was, of course, not an option. Not with his father standing over him to make sure he was paying attention. The sounds omitting from the old distress call seemed to have no effect on the Head of the Galactic League, he stood solidly as Captain Holmes' voice was cut off by a scream and another sickening crack. Junior resisted the desire to shove his fingers in his ears and sing loudly as his father opened the next sound file.
Six files later Junior felt truly sick. He turned, upon his fathers' instruction, to an enormous table full of maps and other diagrams that made no sense to Junior but seemed to mean something to Doctor Space-Claw because he began shifting them around.
"So., now you know what these creatures are capable of I'm sure you can see what an asset they will be once we modify them into biological weaponry."
Junior could not see. All he had gained from the recordings was enough material to give him nightmares for a month and a desire to never visit the bugs planet. Not wanting to anger his father he just nodded.
"Excellent, we have the ships and equipment all ready, all we need is to single out Rangers to send. They need to be able to drive the star ship but too stupid to realise what's going on. Any candidates?"
Junior thought on it. They would need a Schience officer, an engineer, a commander and lieutenant and some rangers to help fly the ship. He didn't like the fact he would be sentencing these Rangers to death but what could he do? His father had set his mind on something and he knew nothing would make him change it.
"I'll keep my eye out, sir."
Doctor Space-Claw sighed and dismissed his son. The sky had darkened whilst they plotted but Junior could not fall asleep. The screams of rangers long dead echoed down the corridor. His father had started listening to the sound files again.