Five entire generations of our people have lived and died on these accursed space ships. We are trapped in the vast, uncaring black of the void. We are a people without a home, a race with no past and soon no future. Our planet, the world where our entire species originated, is gone, and we have been struggling to find a new home ever since. We are the Mal'ku, we are the people who are known to the rest of the Galaxy as "The Unlucky Race" because of the fate of our species, unable to permanently settle on any world.
Once, we were like any other race within this vast Galaxy. We learned, we explored, and we wondered about the vast secrets of this great universe. Until one day, one of our people reached too far, we tampered in affairs we should not have, and reached out to the wrong people in search of aid. Perhaps, in our search for knowledge, we should have been more careful, more cautious. Perhaps we could have somehow taken better measures to ensure that what happened did not. Regardless, however, of what we did or did not do at the time, the truth of events remains, and "could-have-been's" do not replenish our dwindling supplies or fuel.
A team of our most brilliant scientists of the era had been working on a newer, better code for our military and civilian machines. Working alongside them were our allies at that time, the Korlu, a species native to a planet within our or solar system. In the entire time we had known the Korlu, the entire three-thousand-year relationship we shared with our sister species, we never laid eyes upon them. It was not until it was too late that we discovered why.
The Korlu were a race of sentient machines, who had overthrown their biological creators eons ago. While the Korlu claimed that they were assisting us in this technological endeavor, they were in truth preparing to subject us to the same fate as their own masters. While they were not successful in eliminating us from existence, they instead managed to cripple our planet, to force us from the surface of our own home. Yet that was not enough, and the Korlu began to pursue us out into the void of space, ever harrying our fleet. Sometimes they were right behind us, other times they would wait, letting us believe they had called off the chase, only to cruelly dash our hopes in a hail of fire.
The first race we met in our odyssey were the Lab'ron. They are a proud, militant people, with four massive arms and a hulking armored carapace. We had hoped that their military might, and powerful war ships would be able to cease the Korlu's relentless predation. For a time, they did, the Korlu were turned back, and we were able to experience a relative moment of piece. However, the Lab'ron refused to allow us to settle on any of their worlds, and when the Korlu fleet returned, the Lab'ron chased us to the fringes of their territory, forbidding us from contacting them again.
Next, we met the Pakkati as we fled from the Lab'rom and the Korlu both. At first, the seemed as though they might let us settle on some uninhabited world within their space, so that we might be able to finally have a home of our own once more. Unfortunately, the Korlu soon put an end to that, informing the Pakkati that as long as they did not shelter us or offer us aid of any kind, they would not be harmed or bothered by the Korlu fleets. Then, the Lab'rom arrived, and informed the Pakkati of the same thing, telling them that the Korlu spoke the truth and deserved retribution against us.
The Pakkati allowed the Korlu to chase us once more then, and our ships were forced to flee. In our flight, we encountered the kind-hearted Nanalo'o, who had barely managed to colonize their moon and the planet closest to their homeworld. When the Nanalo'o met us, they were overjoyed, for what were we if not proof that they were not alone in the universe? They did not hesitate to try and render us aid, and when the Korlu found us this time, they were annihilated, every last member of their race, just as we learned they had done to the Pakkati and the Lab'ron.
When we finally met the Zeelitch, the tragedy of the blissful Nanalo'o was still fresh in our hearts, a painful burden on our souls. We did not ask the Zeelitch for aid, instead, we simply warned them of the Korlu who pursued us across the stars, and we attempted to leave them be, hoping that as long as we were gone, our mechanical pursuers would leave them be.
And then, we met you, the Humans. It was quite accidental on our parts, for after the fate of the Nanalo'o we vowed we would not endanger another race in such a manner ever again. When we met, our ships were failing, and in desperate need of supplies, so we entered an uninhabited system, and prepared ourselves to mine for resources, not knowing you had already begun to do so. You were kind to us, in a way that many had not been in lifetimes. You offered us trade, taking parts of our technology in exchange for granting us supplies, it was a bargain we were happy to make.
We did not expect the Korlu to find us again so soon, nor did we even dare to imagine that you would react to their warnings to deal with us no further as you did. For the first time in centuries, someone else stood alongside us as our ships came under fire, your powerful dreadnoughts tore apart the enemy ships. If you had stopped there, as the Lab'ron did, we would not have blamed you, however, never in our wildest dreams would we have hoped to achieve what you did next. Your infiltrators sent a virus to the central AI of the Korlu network, destroying the machine menace in the space of a moment.
When our people had fallen to our lowest, you grabbed us by the waist, and lifted us to our feet. We were homeless, we were helpless, we were hopeless. You brought us under your wing, offered us your protection, and showed us love when no one else would. That is why, now, when your people ask us for help, we shall return the favor, and we shall pray that we are able to return even a fraction of that love.