High Chancellor Zexeth of the Cretan Empire stood before the Galactic Council, his three mandibles clicking in satisfaction. We took the most efficient pack hunters on our planet and tamed them, but do you know what happened to the wolves that couldn't be tamed. We built weapons that could destroy our entire planet 50 times over, just to make sure no one would ever dare challenge us. We will now reclaim our seat, she said evenly, and we sincerely hope no one else needs a reminder of why we tried so hard to leave war behind. In the heavy silence that followed, the Galactic Council finally understood, there are species born to conquer, and there are species born to survive.