The captain continued to stand as her co-pilot maneuvered the ship through the wormhole for their return trip home. Despite the devastation that would spread throughout the Milky Way galaxy, she was confident that the virus would save more lives than it destroyed. Ultimately, it was not simply the best option for them, but for the entire universe as a whole. For only after the warring factions had made peace with one another could they unite with the rest of the universe.

She knew all of this because, at one time in the distant past, her species was not unlike those warmongers on the now distant moon base. An incident, eerily similar to the one she just orchestrated, had occurred in her own galaxy. Her race had united with numerous others to overcome a common enemy. In the end, the nations had survived and made peace.

Although no one had ever learned who was responsible for their unification, she was thankful to them nonetheless. She only hoped that, in time, the inhabitants of the Milky Way galaxy would be just as thankful.

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