So, you want a look at human history?
First thing you gotta do is understand the mentality. They evolved as predators. Yeah, I know, they aināt got any natural weapons to speak of⦠Kinda. You ever see what a desperate human will do to another in a bar fight with just their teeth? Nasty shit, man. Nasty, nasty shit.Ā
Omnivores? Yeah, but you look at the average humanās diet, especially early on in their history. Meat was a crucial part in their diet. They love the shit.Ā
So, as predators, they really only had two options. Tool use⦠And endurance. They evolved to literally run faster, meaner creatures into the ground. They could kill by running another organism to exhaustion.
Pretty cool, but every predatory race has their strategies: the Vorl swarm their prey, the Singers mimic sounds of children in distress, so on and so forth. But you gotta understand what this means for human psychology; they can play the long game. Theyāre in it for the long haul.
At some point, they gave up the nomadic lifestyle and settled down. The genes for that nomadic badassery never went away, though. The worst of them did drugs or extreme sports. Most of them just really didnāt give a fuck. Nearly wiped themselves out a couple times.Ā
No respect for the horrors of war, either. Their greatest stories all revolve around some kind of combat.
So they fiddlefuck their way into space, and as soon as itās technologically feasible, the portion of the population with the nomadic genes, or those whoād been infected with the nomadic memecomplex, took off in their little ships, mining asteroids and whatnot.Ā
They left their star system. Colonized a few systems, got into a war. Their home planet got glassed in no time flat⦠But hereās the thing. Humans? They hate centralized command. Theyāve never really been totally united.Ā
So the home planetās gone. The nomads donāt give a fuck. They just keep bebopping their happy go lucky asses all over the cosmos.Ā
So these dudes just roam all around the big empty, happy as clams. Some reclaim the sedentary lifestyle, the empire building sort, but most donāt. Theyāve seen empires fall over and over again, but nomadic groups have survived the worst empires can throw at them. Thatās the biggest lesson of their history. Empires fall. Nomads donāt.
Not to say they donāt have a culture, this galaxy spanning diaspora. They do. They have quantum entangled comms, a net of sorts, so they can communicate new discoveries to each otherā¦Ā
Theyāre quiet, ubiquitous, rough little beings. They squabble, trade, and fight all over the galaxy. Theyāve been scattered since before the rise of not only this Hegemony, but the rise of the Dominion before that. Theyāll be here when our successor power on the galactic stage takes over. And theyāre dangerous. Go after one group somewhere, and pretty soon youāre looking at raids everywhere you have a stake. Death by a thousand cuts.
But normally? Theyāre nothing to look twice at. Theyāre the cockroaches in the walls of a house, and theyāll be the last species standing in this crapsack universe.