Preservation of one's way of life was the back bone of culture, it defines whom one is and how they live. It defines the very meaning of existence, and for one to disregard the vital defense of a way of life is to disregard what life is as a whole.
It is the very basis for the Chiss existence, the wellspring from which they form, the systems they defend branched into by their tributaries.
When one violates their way of life, then woe to he who does indeed! The way of the Chiss is one of peace and serenity, lacking of aggression.
However, when provoked, their way of life changes dramatically from that of a race of isolationists to that of a race of warriors, strong and able.
Their weapons and technology being unrivaled by any in the galaxy, their might in battle causing even the mighty Empire to shudder.
That was why they had never been provoked.
And yet now, a foolish little rogue faction had provoked them like none could.
They had taken Chiss territory, they had openly spat on the Chiss in an attempt to reap from their benefits.
At the sight of the coming flame, all who were forced under the jurisdiction of commerce would cry out with joy.
<font color=blue>His Lambda Shuttle's existence was made known instantly as it came from hyperspace, its enormous escort of four squadrons of clawfighters - the trademark starships of the Chiss Parliament - moved in perfect unison with the craft.
Carrying emblazened on the top "wing" was the seal of the Chiss Enclave, glowing dignantly with the neonic paint used to smudge the durasteel plating.
A smile crept over his lips, a flash of pale white teeth at the sight of Elsyia, a planet that had long hailed to the Chiss Parliament.
However after the rogue Mitth'raw'nuroudo's sudden departure with a huge force that nearly crippled the whole of the imperium, the entire government scattered and broke, all while the beloved leader of the parliament passed away.
It was in this time of need that the Republic and the Galactic Defense Initiative took two planets belonging to the Chiss for millennia for personal greed.
Well thought Supreme Prefect Sawl as he edged closer to the star system, Elsyia will be back in Enclave hands soon enough.
He had visited the planet dozens of times before its fall during that battle with the Defense Initiative. It had been a popular resort for the aristocratic Aeroudaens.
As the great Galactic War had broken out - a conflict so enormous it was englufing all the major governments of the galaxy - the Enclave of Ignias realized that the time for their retaking of the lost space was now.
If the Galactic Defense Initiative chose not to return the sovereignty to the Chiss, then hell would break out like they've never seen.
Where they had been forced to do battle with the Jutraalians and now the Empire and the Republic, they had never seen the tactics of a Chiss before.
While it was widely rumored that Emperor Fearsons contained the half blood of Sawl's own kin, he was not raised amongst them, not in the harsh environment of Csilla, or in the scholarly delight of Ignias.
The Galactic Defense Initiative would return what they stole.
Or the Chiss would take it back.
A hail was sent to the ships there in an attempt to make a landing to begin the diplomatic meeting.</font>
It is the very basis for the Chiss existence, the wellspring from which they form, the systems they defend branched into by their tributaries.
When one violates their way of life, then woe to he who does indeed! The way of the Chiss is one of peace and serenity, lacking of aggression.
However, when provoked, their way of life changes dramatically from that of a race of isolationists to that of a race of warriors, strong and able.
Their weapons and technology being unrivaled by any in the galaxy, their might in battle causing even the mighty Empire to shudder.
That was why they had never been provoked.
And yet now, a foolish little rogue faction had provoked them like none could.
They had taken Chiss territory, they had openly spat on the Chiss in an attempt to reap from their benefits.
At the sight of the coming flame, all who were forced under the jurisdiction of commerce would cry out with joy.
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<font color=blue>His Lambda Shuttle's existence was made known instantly as it came from hyperspace, its enormous escort of four squadrons of clawfighters - the trademark starships of the Chiss Parliament - moved in perfect unison with the craft.
Carrying emblazened on the top "wing" was the seal of the Chiss Enclave, glowing dignantly with the neonic paint used to smudge the durasteel plating.
A smile crept over his lips, a flash of pale white teeth at the sight of Elsyia, a planet that had long hailed to the Chiss Parliament.
However after the rogue Mitth'raw'nuroudo's sudden departure with a huge force that nearly crippled the whole of the imperium, the entire government scattered and broke, all while the beloved leader of the parliament passed away.
It was in this time of need that the Republic and the Galactic Defense Initiative took two planets belonging to the Chiss for millennia for personal greed.
Well thought Supreme Prefect Sawl as he edged closer to the star system, Elsyia will be back in Enclave hands soon enough.
He had visited the planet dozens of times before its fall during that battle with the Defense Initiative. It had been a popular resort for the aristocratic Aeroudaens.
As the great Galactic War had broken out - a conflict so enormous it was englufing all the major governments of the galaxy - the Enclave of Ignias realized that the time for their retaking of the lost space was now.
If the Galactic Defense Initiative chose not to return the sovereignty to the Chiss, then hell would break out like they've never seen.
Where they had been forced to do battle with the Jutraalians and now the Empire and the Republic, they had never seen the tactics of a Chiss before.
While it was widely rumored that Emperor Fearsons contained the half blood of Sawl's own kin, he was not raised amongst them, not in the harsh environment of Csilla, or in the scholarly delight of Ignias.
The Galactic Defense Initiative would return what they stole.
Or the Chiss would take it back.
A hail was sent to the ships there in an attempt to make a landing to begin the diplomatic meeting.</font>