On many death worlds it is common for everyone to receive the same life. Only the leaders or soldiers are given special care. Maybe as a way to make more people join the army, or a way of keeping things in check.
If one could not survive on the materials given, they would simply be left to die if they cannot overcome it. Such is life. It is fair. The ordinary civilians cannot do anything after all.
Everyone was content to live the way it always is.
Then, earth came to contact with the rest of the universe. They started popping up in various jobs and odd ends and everywhere they go, there seems to be rumours and wild stories. Each of them with their own morals.
The humans rescued the Garithiens from their pandemic, they whispered.
Do not argue with them, they cautioned. They will talk you in circles and leave you soulless. If there is anything a human hate more, it is those who are stagnant.
The humans came, and when they saw the fates of those worlds, they scoffed. What use are you if you do not stand against injustice? They asked. The inhabitants replied, because the world is unfair and always will be unfair.
The humans laughed at them, a bone-chilling sound as something glinted in their eyes. The world is unfair, always will be unfair and that is precisely why you fight.