I do need to finish up my Constellation posts and help with the World: Gate post (but we're waiting on JTM to enlighten us.) However...
Kraypunkt orbits a gas giant named Skybalancer, which orbits a blue dwarf named Chariot near the outer edge of the Goldilock's Zone for the Chariot A and Chariot B dual system (Chariot B is a red giant). Its roughly a thousand lightyears from Earth not that any of the current inhabitants know where Manhome is.
The Dvev Maga Glorious and Honorable Imperium had sent ahead the netbots to terraform the airless moon into habitability. The bots stole a fair bit from the gas giant (not that it missed the tiny .0001% of its atmosphere) to make the atmosphere of Kraypunkt. It took about a hundred years, and then the bots went inactive.
Humans arrived in Dvev Maga coldships, and the first citizens Kraypunkt called themselves the Maga. They were gene-modified to accept the cold weather which ran from -50 in the 'temperate' winter to 60 in the summer. They began to ranch with gengineered aurochs (larger means holds heat better) that were furred. Thousand pound furred bulls with nine foot wide horns with the temperment of a wild boar survive well, and can fend off the rockbreaking giant worms (they break rocks and eat them and poop dirt) and the ground spiders who will eat practically anything animal that wanders on to their ground covering webs (which serve as erosion control) and with their very effective toxin they can take down a dog. These and other very aggressive wildlife continue the job of terraforming the planet, and die off rapidly providing fertilizer, but not before having slews of descendants.
The Maga become ranchers.
Several hundred years pass and the Dvev Maga Imperium is on hard times. An alien empire has invaded, and they are reeling. A refugee ship lands on Kraypunkt, and the refugees are dropped off. The refugees are another variety of gengineered human. They were heavy-worlders with short physiques and twin thigh bones in each leg, and the ability to bench press for their champions about two thousand pounds.
They are raucous, tribal, with a a culture that celebrates brute strength and the manly arts of pounding your opponent into the dust via wrestling or boxing. They do not have a great deal of cold tolerance. They were dropped on the equator, and told by the captain of the refugee ship that the land near the equator was theirs.
No one asked the ranchers.
The ranchers are typically cold, tough, ruthless loners. Their solution to problems is a high-powered combat laser if they're rich, and a high powered rifle if they're not. The ranchers had suffered a technological fall, and they were on the verge of starting a tech snowball so that they could climb back to the stars when the Raucon arrived.
The most valuable land is near the equator.
Things did not go well. Neither side really understands the other. To the Raucon, a Maga is arrogant, sullen, and pitiless. To the Maga, a Raucon is a lazy braggart with no backbone of his own. The Maga are called misers and hermit loons, and the Raucon are named thieves and bullies. The Maga are content in their solitude and the Raucon in their large cities near the equator.
The Raucon are capable of tweaking with what few genelab tools they have left the giant worms so that they go into overdrive. This will provide the farmland the Raucon need near the equator to grow and thrive. However it will also decimate the aurochs herds of the Maga. The Maga can develop the wealth to draw in star traders if their aurochs are allowed into the very fertile valleys near the equator to create the very best furs. With that, they could sell all their furs, but without the top quality furs the star traders won't bother to come.
Both want to get to the stars again, but each is standing in the others way. And incidents are multiplying. There's been the Life War which the Raucon won (because they had too...it was win or be enslaved as they saw it.) when the Raucon landed. After that was the High Valley War which ended in a truce when a Maga general broke a dam and washed a Raucon army and a town out to sea. Still the Raucon won part of their aims. Its been twenty years since then...
And the verser arrives.
And the Netbots wake up and report to him.
"Officer of the Dvev Maga Imperium, command us."
For the leadership class of the Dvev Maga was True Human. And the netbots are failing in their abilities and logic. So they think TH=DM. And while the Netbots can do some small things, and offer satellite surveys of the whole moon, they can't do as much as promised. Some of the small things are not really that small on an individual human basis. Of course, the more they do, the more they break down.
It turns out they can do one really big thing. They could stop the war by smashing one side or the other.
But few people are really going to believe the verser if he threatens. They're hardheaded and convinced they're right. Sure the verser can get the netbots to fry one man in teh street, but can they get him to kill a platoon armed with rifles and bayonets? (No, not unless he unleashes the last chance one strike KE weapons designed to defend agains the alien empire that never got this far before sending humanity into a dark age and itself as well.)
And the war is going to be nasty. At best, one side is going to be second class citizens and suffer some massacres. Practical slavery is possible as a result. So is genocide. And thats both sides solution to the other side.
This gives the verser the chance to wander teh land, appeal to the hardheaded rulers and try to decide who is more worthy of being saved...to hold the fate of a world in his hand, and weep over the stupidity of the people in it.