THERE IS NO EFFORT HERE, LOOK ELSEWHERE MORTALS
Hold! What you are doing to us is wrong! Why do you do this thing?
Alien, you have spoken the Words, and you have spoken them rightly.
We will tell you our reasons why we enslave all other sentient life.
We evolved on a hostile world, the descendants of solitary hunters.
In those ancient days, there was no Kohr-Ah or Kzer-Za, only the Ur-Quan.
We explored our world, and then the space beyond.
Here we met the six races of the Sentient Milieu, which we joined as partners.
It was on a routine planetfall that one of our Milieu scoutships first met the Dnyarri.
They were evilly intelligent creatures who could control the minds of others.
They wanted to rule the universe. We could not resist them.
For thousands of years, we were unthinking slaves to the Dnyarri.
The Dnyarri had a special liking for us Ur-Quan
so they began to tinker with our genes. They built two Ur-Quan sub-races
one Green, the thinkers and planners
the other Black, the warriors and laborers.
When the martyred genius Kzer-Za gave us the secret to defeating the Dnyarri, we destroyed them.
Then we decided that we would never again be slaves.
We would follow the Path of Now and Forever.
We decided to enslave or imprison all other intelligent life in the galaxy.
We had slave-shielded one world, when we learned that the Black Ur-Quan
under a new leader, Kohr-Ah, had devised the Eternal Doctrine
which called for the `cleansing', the annihilation, of all non-Ur-Quan sentient life.
Before we could stop them, they burned the Yuptar race's homeworld
and were on their way to the planet of the last remaining free race.
We met the Kohr-Ah in orbit above that planet. We confronted them. They would not submit. We fought.
When our battle was done, the Kohr-Ah were defeated.
We exiled them, sent the remnant of the Kohr-Ah fleet into the unknown reaches of the galaxy.
Then we began our own migration, moving around the galaxy in the opposite direction of the Kohr-Ah.
Captain. You have heard our words. Now you have a decision to make.
Submit to us, the Ur-Quan Kzer-Za, or face our wrath.