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This is why you consider the Esaal to be the smartest men of all. The Jaxtians didn't figure it out until their degenerate capitalist era. If the Aristocrats learned that lesson; they must have forgotten it along the way, or corrupted it into something even worse. The Consortium <span class="mu-i">still</span> haven't figured it out. You Esaal? We figured it out in the <span class="mu-i">bronze age</span>.
As your society began to evolve from the four legged animals fighting over foods in the dense and claustrophobic caverns of your homeworld; it was learned how food can be grown. The best canyon walls that received the best diffuse sunlight; with natural sunlight being too hot and harmful on your home planet to live in; naturally grew the most food. Those Esaal who lived there and “owned” those walls, protected them, grew the most food. They and their children grew bigger and stronger then the others; with thicker skin, better bones and teeth, and in all ways were their superiors. Even at this time; it was well understood that this was <span class="mu-i">wrong</span>. That the young and passionate warriors would be forever at a disadvantage simply because of the circumstances of their birth, cruelly denied access to resources to simply give strength to their dominators forever? The first bronze tools were crafted, and armor & weapons naturally fell into the hands of the Canyon-Kings first among everyone, making them even better and more unapproachable warriors. What happens when they decide to take more land for themselves? More food? Make everyone else their slaves; with no one with the strength to fight back?
It was not in the victory that they were despised. It was in how they did it; it was not victory through strength, but a soulless gain of advantage over advantage, refusing to even compete. This was an abomination to your people. And so the first Esaal tribe rose up and killed the Canyon-Kings. And from then on, it was decided all Esaal would be given the same amount of food and weapons; so every young warrior has an equal chance to prove themselves. And then? The challenge just became finding new people and things to fight; forever; a righteous existence.
And now; the Jaxtians, with their Supreme Ruler, the most ugly and blatant of all kinds of Canyon-Kings and point-maximizers and cruel modern-men that exist yet defies your tribe, your people. He very well may kill you; but when you kill a man? You don't have to put on a mask before looking him in the eye.
<span class="mu-r">”Manual Control.”</span>
You activate the center console on the bridge; a small nuclear power-core free from any AI uplink or automation. Its electrical connection feed directly into the engines. That's something the modern man doesn't understand. You don't mind dying; a glorious death is the only end you want. There is no pain or suffering in fighting against a superior opponent and losing; true suffering only comes from a life lived <span class="mu-i">insincerely</span>.
<span class="mu-r">”FOR GLORY, FOR MY BROTHERS, FOR THE ESAAL!!!”</span>
