"...Come back inside, Soar. This bright sun is killing me."
"Such a fool you are! Yet to truly admire our new desert planet; new territory only won from picking clean the bones of the other powers in space; we as the vultures. You sit on the council yet are so small minded. This world can very well become our homeworld."
"Pfft. This is no Homeworld of ours."

To the Urgi, those who have flown on a planet are given mythical stature and significance. As there was only one planet where that was possible; the homeworld. Only the special combination of low gravity, air pressure, and currents fed by special soil allowed for their bodies to take to the sky. In artificial habitats; the gravity can be set to whatever you wish and air is the only medium of resistance anyway; flight inside a metal tube in space is easy and cheap. It's a natural form of movement befitting the people.

"Many among us our protesting the wars and want peace. I'm sure you have heard their voices, my King. Do you agree?"
"If there is war, we would move on, as we always have. The council is merely an opportunity for my clan's future wealth and scavenging. We outed the last squatters here and made it our home, until we are outed. As always."
"What if you lived on a planet you didn't want to leave? Then would you try and make peace?"
"Yes, I suppose if such a planet did exist that was so valuable we'd risk our lives to stay, then I would have to settle down. But I do not think I'd ever find such a place."

Soar smiles, as he knows something his King does not. The hot thermals from the desert floor stir the air. He spreads his wings, jumps into the air, and then doesn't come back down.