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The Osralians were in a frenzy of joy. Down below them was an entire world similar to their home! The time for their race to rebuild was nigh! But they quickly realized the entire race was in a very bad spot. Their were less than 850 Osralians left, barely enough to rebuild with, and to make a colony they would require thousands of civilians.

Meanwhile in her throne room, as discussion and thoughts worled through the ship, the queen meditated on the matter. Long thin legs crossed she looked at a piece of art from the homeworld made by a famous artist. In the human tongue the picture was named "The needs of the many" and it depicted quite a sight. As thousands of men, women, and children rose up to the sky while a few hundred soldiers stood far beneath them, fighting an unwinnable war. Having lost over 82% of their unit on a long forgotten world, Galiant 22-V had given away their dropships to the civilians and evacuated them. According to those there that day the brave Osralians carried the wide trademark smiles if the race, happy even when death was upon them. Then as the civilians fleed they held off the enemy, remembering that the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few…

Queen Viscial stared at the picture for an exuberant amount of time. To an outside observer of some races she would have seen like some perfectly carved statue. Eventually though she rose from her seat. Walking around the throne room she examined many pieces of Osralian technology, artwork, and culture, much of which was loss not more than a year ago. She would have to make a decision. The civilians mattered, but so did her own race. The civilians were humans numbering in the thousands, her race numbered in the scant hundreds. What would the queen do…

(Later)

Joined by the Osralian flagship, Colony ship 7-V8 moved towards P3X8848, its inhabitants excited about what would soon be their new world. Before it landed though a set of shuttles boarded, carrying over 500 Osralian soldiers, fully equipped with weapons and grenades. The colonist were worried at first, but soon brushed off the idea the impossibly tall beings were there to hurt them. Suddenly though the Osralians took over the ship controls and began their missions. With more than enough stored up Pheromones in specialized grenades they flooded the ship with their strongest Pheromones, ones that caused lust and happiness to the extreme…

Soon the colony ship landed and was converted into a city, but only those amongst the Osralians knew what was really happening. Having determined the humans gene's and dna more than compatible with them, and on executive orders from the Queen, the humans of ship 7-V8 had been turned into breeding stock. Not slaves, for Osralians do not take kindly to undue subervience, but breeders. Convinced that it must be done the Osralians made every human loyal to them through pheromones and happiness, ensuring no betrayal amongst the population to the rest of the fleet. This was a necessity, for if breeding activity focused in the Osralians it ensured they spread quickly. Two men or women per Osralian on average, something thankfully possible due to their fertile biology of humans and the sexual prowess, stamina, and biology of the Giants that took over them.

Meanwhile the soldiers undid their armor and took in the beautiful jungle world. Immense trees and plants had required the ship be integrated with the jungle, something the members of Cojal Legion dearly remembered to do from home experience. They quickly took to enjoying the massive jungle, jumping amongst trees, moving through the foliage swiftly, and enjoying the superb beauty of nature as it rained heavily upon purple glowing plants. Giant fruits swung heavily from the trees, the smallest of which was the size of a terran watermelon and the largest house sized. The soldiers wasted no time having fun eating and researching the fruits, while the scientist and engineers among them did the same thing.

Truly this world was beautiful, and so it was named. P3X8848 was now named Kalana, or "Beautiful" in the Osralian tongue, the name quickly sent to the rest of the fleet by the queen as the Osralians enjoyed their new homeworld and its new secret.

Meanwhile the Queen stood examining the forest from the new colony spire watching the beautiful world while Guvilio walked into the room. She knew what was to be asked, and raised her clawed hand as he kneeled behind her.

"I know what you are to say Guvilio. And yes this is necessary. They are not slaves, we have not inhibited their freedoms too greatly. I have merely made it so we have greater chances of survival, and I feel no remorse. Now please, leave."

Guvilio hesitated, wishing to say something, before rising to his feet and leaving the room speedily. Meanwhile the Queen's skin darkened as it shifted with her mood. Heavy tail swishing behind her, she looked at the Jungle world almost as great as home and re-affirmed her decision. She had lied...she did feel remorse. As she thought back to the famous painting a whisper slipped from her lips slowly...

"May the many forgive me, for helping the few."

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