I hated the Terran military. I didn't volunteer, either. Like so many others, I was drafted as cannon fodder in the senseless Terran war against the Algonquans. Not like I had much of a future ahead of me, though, without a rich family to pave my way or even pay for me to have a wife.

Now, my entire ship's been captured. If what we've been told about the alien race is true, I'll never be seen again. I hope they don't eat me.

Turns out the truth is far different than we were led to believe. The Algonquans aren't vicious, insectoid monsters, either.

We're now their pampered pets…and they're using us to help replenish their population to win the war.

You know, maybe this isn't the worst life after all.