Herbert's Side Story 1
I was born in a greenhouse and trained in warfare by sentient tomatoes.
Just kidding.
I grew up in a grove of plants that could move, think, and occasionally argue about chlorophyll ratios like philosophers with too much sun. My name is Herbert. I was a sentient plant from Verdantis Prime.
I say it was because my home world no longer exists.
Verdantis used to be a beautiful green place. How could I see green? I'm a sentient plant, and that's what you're wondering? Get a hobby.
Anyway, back to Verdantis. There was Singing moss. Gossiping trees. The soil tasted amazing. My people were thriving. Peaceful. Rational. Except for me.
Where most of my fellow plants were content to photosynthesize and debate ethics in root systems, I had other hobbies. I liked action and violence. I wanted to solve my problems by smashing things. The other plants didn't like that. They'd rather debate their problems away.
They said I was defective.
