X

Although the soldiers had done nothing but bounce around in their seats, they all carried expressions of extreme stress. The intercom had blared through the entire exodus, and the men now brooded over the fate of the world they had, until recently, inhabited.
Wilks Cleared his throat and struggled against the restraints in an attempt to look at Landers.
"Sir, do you think it was worth it?"

"What was worth it."

"The fighting, the dying, the running. Was it all worth it in the end?"

"Worth it? We're alive aren't we? I should say it was pretty damn worth it."

"But why did it have to come to this? Why did this all have to start. Look at Earth, It's a charred husk of what it once was."

"Wilks, listen to me. There is always war. From the time man first held the spear, he has sought to wield against his fellow man. Fighting, it's in our nature, its part of who we are. No matter how hard we try we can never remove the part of us the longs to strike down our opponents. So, the most we can ever hope for is to escape with our lives, which is what we've done today."

After listening to Landers, Wilks Frowned.
"Well I for one have more faith in man than you, and we'll see whether the future proves either of us right.

Graveyard slowly glided through space. With it's destination and purpose mostly unknown, it's disappeared into the void of space.