Life can change in a moment... in less than a moment actually. In less time than it takes to inhale, you can find yourself lost... taken... changed... dragged into a war that has raged for centuries - a war that no one really expects to win.
They fight because they always have. It is all they know... all they remember. Not one person on their wretched little world remembers a time when there was anything other than war.
They do not fight for life... or even love. They fight for freedom. Freedom - in this part of the universe - is fragile. Precious. Fleeting. No one knows this better than the Andariians.
. . . and they will use whatever means they have at their disposal to attain it - even if that means stealing away the freedom of unsuspecting humans.