Abridged Galactic History -part 2

One race to do so:

The first to accomplish the technology upgrade was nearly five thousand years later.  Around 127,000 years ago, the first race to reverse-engineer the Abras work and develop the ability to build their own quantum drive ships was the Klai'trk'ha (Pronounced: kly-Trick΄-ha), whose home planet is called Mak'kla.  Oddly enough, the Klai'trk'ha were nearly human as well, —but any similarities were ignored by both sides.

In looks, the Klai'trk'ha were much like what Earth people think of when they picture devils or demons, —human looking, but with horns, barbed tails and skin with a definite red to reddish-brown color.  (No, I do not mean the so-called "red" of the American Indian, but rather a deep blood-red, similar perhaps to what you might think of as the color of a red rubber ball, especially when one begins to darken slightly with age.)

One thing of merit to be said for the Klai'trk'ha is that they consider themselves a warrior race and have a deep-seated sense of honor on the field of battle.  Despite their hatred of the people of Abras, the two races are more alike than either side would be comfortable to admit.

When the Klai'trk'ha engage in battle, they like to know the name of their enemy.  Part of their battle-honor includes the singing of death songs recounting battles and naming the winners and the losers in each fight.  It is their way of recording history.  When one warrior meets another of some renown, they can honor them by a simple statement such as, "I have heard sing of you."

Another oddity relating to their warrior spirit regards prisoners.  Prisoners are permitted to keep their weapons.  Here are the Klai'trk'ha thoughts on that.  To die without a fight is unthinkable.  It is assumed that a prisoner will attempt to fight their way out of a situation and are allowed to keep their weapons so they may have a 'fighting chance' to escape, or at the least to die with a weapon in their hand, as befits a warrior.  Anything but a warrior's death is a disgrace. Only the very old and infirm face death stoically without any attempt at fighting.

When a person dies this way, the most generous thing to say of them would be, "He died in his sleep."  It is still not a warrior's death, but has less stigma than to say, "He did not fight death."  The latter would be an insult and a stain upon the bloodline of the deceased's family.  All of life is a struggle against death.