The Cracks of Humanity's Endurance

To the galaxy's great races, we were children. The Ferlians with their grandiose

golden fleets, the Kyari with their shimmering beautiful cities, and the Runs with

their thrones saturated in blood all took us as naive, young children. Not because we were

a young race, by galactic standards we were, but because we are weak,

or so they thought, and we encouraged. They called us children because we smiled, because we said

please and thank you, because we showed respect. And when they taxed

our colonies into starvation, when they impounded our trade ships on trumped-up charges,

and when they demanded our young to go fight and die in their wars under treaty clauses,