Tomes of Sivar Assorted Kilrathi Material  
Letter from Ralgha nar Hhallas
I am, as are all of you, proud to be a part of the Terran
Confederation. My skin is not "hairless", my face not
smooth. Yet I would lay down my life in honor to
further the cause of this war. Though I wish to be
accepted as your friend, I am often not. Therefore
I have asked to be taken off the flight roster.
I will continue to support your efforts, and I will
remain loyal to your cause till my death. As for
now, you know me only as you see me, and it is
time for me to tell my story.
 
When I was a young cub, I was raised as a true Hhallas
clan member. The rituals of my cubhood ingrained in me
the importance of honor and of victory. And now I am a
stranger in either homeworld, a warrior without a land.
It is lonely here, even with the few friends I do have.
Though you have not outright rejected me, some of you
have spat words of hatred and whispered my name behind
closed doors. I have heard your accusations and prejudices,
and I feel the abrasion of your hate as if you had seared my
flesh with a hot light-spear. Yet, I still take pride in
serving with you. Your desire for peace surpasses my innate
tendencies for war.
I desire to explain my reasons for being here instead of on
Kilrah. It was a long process to come to this decision, and
not an easy path to follow. You see, I was a respected
commander aboard the Ras'Nik'hra. I led my fearless crew
into many battles with your kind, meanwhile losing many
of my hrai to your guns.
 
In the past the Kilrathi always conquered, striking first and
without compassion. You Terrans were the first race to challenge
my kind, and decades later, you still are. Where we could once
crush any life-form, we started to sacrifice greatly. I saw many
eights of honorable warriors die, and for what?
For ten years, I fought against you with pure, blind faith that
we would soon prevail. But my heart eventually grew heavy with
grief, and I grew disenchanted with the prospect of endless war.
Week after week, I saw the blinding path down which loyalty
led. I began to question Thrakhath's wisdom, and I harbored doubt
that this war would soon end.
This inner conflict distressed me greatly, and I hesitated more and
more to send my brothers into bloodshed. When I lost my faith in
Thrakhath, and in victory, I found myself unable to command
my men and I could not go on. I surrendered both my ship and
men to the Terrans, and hoped that some day they would
understand that I could no longer lead them.
Now my name is forever tarred in Kilrah. Now I fight with
men and women who would rather turn a cold shoulder than
fly on my wing. And without trust, what purpose does a
wingman serve? If you will not place your faith in me, I
ask that you believe in your wingmen. Of all things in
battle, this is of the greatest importance.
 
 
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