Imagine your typical fantasy world. The world is populated by millions of creatures who go about their daily business. Each race lives in relative peace with each other, as long as they keep to their own territory. This world has an abundance of an ugly little crystal that the goblins call ublaya. The dwarves call it keskal. Whatever. Much like quartz on earth, no one really cares about it.
Then, one day, new gods descend from the heavens. They want these crystals, and they want them now. They make friends with the goblins, the trolls, and the kobolds. Kang, the chief of these gods, doesn't care how the goblins get the rocks, as long as they get them. If it's quicker and more efficient to violently take the rocks from the dwarfs, so be it. He gives the goblins magical swords, bows, and armor in exchange for these rocks.
Not long after, other gods appear. These new gods negotiate with the elves, the dwarfs, and the humans. They must have these rocks. They will give new weapons and armor to match that given by Kang. Let's call this god "Kirk."
Eventually the gods get their rocks ("dilithium crystals") and move on. They have their own battles, their own adventures, and their own show. This was just another weekly episode for them.
The world they leave behind, though, is forever changed. Factions have been forged in the fire of war. Those that followed the Klingons called themselves the sons of Kahless, a word that eventually morphs into "Chaos". Those that followed the Federation, with its goals of rights and respect for all eventually become the faction of Law.
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