I fight because there is nothing else left to do.

10,000 years in the future after humanity expanded across the galaxy they came in contact with inteligent life. And humanity did what it does best and start conflict, though caught off guard the aliens replied in kind and there has been war ever since. Fast forward 20,000 years and people have already forgotten what caused the initial conflict, but humanity and the aliens hold grudges like if its the most precious thing in the universe to them so they are still at war. The human's tactics have evolved to the point where they dedicate entire planets to raise, train and deploy soldiers. Among the unfortunate to be born on these planets is Alastor a man born with nothing to his name not even a last name, theres always a few specific questions on his mind Will he live to see retirement?, Is there even retirement?, Why do we fight?, and IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE OTHER THAN FIGHTING?. question is will he ever live to find the answers to his questions? or will he lose his humanity and only know war, pain and suffering?