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It was not preventable, their sun dying. They had known since discovering the planet's age, that Csilla was a rogue celestial body flung from the core of the galaxy, it's microbes dormant until the fateful trajectory trapped the planet in it's terminal orbit. Life sprang forth, evolving and breeding into the dominant species who called themselves Chissadar.
They squandered their existence, feasting mercilessly on the dying sun's gifts, nihilistic and vain for generations
The people of Csilla began to die out from the cold, and disease, leaving the survivors desperate for a way off world, to save their species. But the ice was ever encroaching, suffocating and debilitating.
They turned to their technology, their science. Suddenly it was no arguable matter to modify the genetics of the unborn. They took genetics from the surviving predators, the ones most adapted to survive, and they took without morals. Within a generation, all the newborn Chissadar were born with the predator's gifts. Within five generations the Chissadar evolved to become simply, the Chiss. No longer the Father species, but Masters again of their dying world.
The Chiss could withstand lower temperature, their blood thick and slow. They spliced into their vision the predators gift of heat vision and nocturnal sight, making them glow with bioluminescence. Their skin was made thicker, tougher to combat frostbite. They improved their reflexes, metabolism, and ultimately their lifespan.
Soon they were forced to move underground, their cites and bio-improvements unable to save them from the eternal ice age condemning their planet to death. They dug caverns in secret until they hit bedrock a hundred kilometers deep, closer to the core of warmth that could sustain them for another billion years at most. Their sky was cold and white, grey and blue their new stagnant constellations of crystal minerals and frost.
They no longer fought the moral implications of cloning either, applying it to all sources of food production. Meat was grown and harvested in facilities, warehouses full of living tissue that did not require sustenance. Kilometers of soil carved from the bellies and roofs of the glacial crust were transported to vegetation facilities for all other edible nourishment.
In that time, they perfected their technology. The end of the world had come, and there was nothing to do but advance. The Chissarda were dead, passing into legend as the new generations came. They learned how to navigate the unknown with new craft, able to enter and renter the dwindling atmosphere as it evaporated.
Within 1000 years, the Chiss had nearly perfected space travel, many Chiss preferring to live in orbit on their self-sustaining stations. Hunting for the answer to a new world.
In another 100 years the break-through in space technology came. They were able to jump short distances to plant a beacon, and ricocheting their ships to another destination. It was precarious to complete a jump, but eventually they were able to erect a path of beacons to another nearby planet.
The third century gave them Napoar. A fully terraformed planet ideal for the evolved Chiss species.
The most intelligent Scientists of various disciplines, Healers, Artists, Philosophers, Engineers, Explorers, and Scholars sprung up, those with specific talents, and area's of interest which society looked up to with high esteem. Their Family Names now held the honor of facilitating the Chiss culture and way of life. From there, those Great Families cultivated their enterprises by inviting others to join with the Name and become one of them. Each were known for a specialty that kept Chiss society alive. In time they decided that the military would be a collection of willing servants to the Chiss people who would belong to no Family, keeping only their Core name and rank. It prevented any one faction from gaining power, keeping the balance.
From the Great Families also came the Syndicture, a group of men and women who represented each Great Family who met to decide the fate of the Chiss people. Each political seat held power, each family speaking for the interest of their expertise and societal role.