Z/35712 is technically their official name, it’s a batch number tattooed on the back of their neck from whoever originally birthed them.

Prior to conviction inmate was known by the alias Chopper, an epithet given to them by their non Zeluuri comrades – supposedly derived from their propensity for machetes?

Since conviction they have adopted a new name that was given to them by fellow inmates, Z, short hand on many world’s for Z/35712's race – the Zeluuri.

Convict

Unknown – Zeluuri memories aren’t particularly sharp and pretty much end up completely resetting after about fifteen years. Z/35712 has served nine of a twelve year sentence, and we have records stretching back for another ten years before that.

Zeluuri are sexless – most professional or medical reports will refer to them as a ‘they’. On world’s with less stringent laws regarding sentient life Zeluuri are often downgraded to an ‘it’ however, and most people refer to them in the male pronoun as they conform to galactic culture’s general gender expectations for males more readily than females – they don’t seem to mind.

Currently serving a twenty galactic standard year sentence (reduced to twelve via Picking) with additional five years monitored probation for murdering a settler on the colony of Prander’s World. Has previous convictions for minor drug charges and violent assault on other worlds.

Z/35712 lives up to the stereotypes surrounding Zeluuri well – they’re violent, dangerous, exceptionally strong, but ultimately simple minded and easy to please. General population is mostly scared of Z/35712, given they can damn near tear most other people in half with their bare hands if they wanted to. The guards however are somewhat complacent, as knowledge of how to bribe Z/35712 into following orders is commonplace.

Imagine a Conger eel with six dull glowing orange eyes stuck in the sides of its face. Now put that Conger eel on two legs, give a set of arms ending in clawed hands have two sets of opposable thumbs on each side. Congutulations you have just met your first Zeluuri. They have no lips or eyelids and just slits for a nose, their mouth is a jumbled mess of fangs that sometimes keep members of their race from closing them all dripping with toxic saliva. They start off full height but skinny and lean when first birthed but rapidly bulk up on muscle in the first few years of their lives. They lack sexual organs – instead they produce asexually with a parasitic slime that is used to wrap dead bodies in to create a cocoon. The flesh of the host becomes altered to the genetic code and a 'clone' is made. Because each host is difference, every Zeluuri doesn't look the same and takes on a minor change in format to the traces of DNA left from the cadaver.

Z/35712 is a particularly large and strong example of a Zeluuri, indicating both a large original host, and a long life. They are distinguished from others of their kind through the many scars and markings on their body. They are missing their right middle eye, their left inner thumb and half their ring finger on the same hand. Mercenary and prison tattoos around their pale fleshy body faded like newspapers left out in the rain.

6ft 10inches or 208cm

400lb or 181.5kg

Violent and slothful are two most identifiable traits of Z/35712. Like most Zeluuri they have a natural propensity to violent and war like behaviour, and the fact that their loyalty imprint was activated years ago when they were first birthed means that getting them to do anything is a real pain. However, they do respond well to promises of extra food rations or luxury goods, as long as you remember to keep them. Z/35712 is obedient, trusting when coerced as such and their idleness is made up for by their sheer strength and endurance, making them a relatively effective worker. However, be sure to treat them with respect, don’t try to trick them, break a promise or deceive them because when they get angry… they sure do get real angry, and a 400lb bipedal eel with claws can do a hell of a lot of damage.

When it comes to their interaction with the other inmates, most of them are scared of Z/35712, (hell did you see what he nearly did to Kravat in his first week here? I hear his doing well these days by the way, eating solid food again) but they don’t really seem to realise it – there’s not really that much going on up there. And they insist on sharing double cell for whatever reason which makes more of the gen pop uncomfortable, they keep thinking Z/35712 wants to cocoon them and make a friend for themself. Like the rest of their kind they have the odd habit of referring to themselves in the third person.

Z/35712 first shows up on any official record about 20 years ago as a fully grown Zeluuri arrested for drug trafficking on Azatone. They served two years there before being released and emigrating to the desert world of Hakkon – trail goes completely cold for four years until they show up an enlisted mercenary with the USSC (United Security Solutions Corporation). For the next six years they fought in a variety of conflicts, the invasion of Fyndii by the Damoosh collective, the Derelict War during the Colchis Offensive on Magu Minor, and the civil war in the Ethelholm System.

Around ten years ago they ended up on a posting protecting one of the frontier colonies on Prander’s World, rooting out pirates and illegal homesteads in preparation for another wave of expansion. One night he was in a bar playing cards with a bunch of other Zeluuri mercs and a stranger joins in and ends up winning a lot of money. A fight breaks out, the Zeluuri accuse the stranger of cheating, someone pulls out a gun and Z/35712 machetes the guy in the face. Supposedly it was self-defence but anyway the card player dies and Z/35712 gets arrested.

Justice on frontier worlds isn’t much so the normal procedure would be for USSC to post a bail and make Z/35712 pay it back. But as it turns out the stranger was the son of some wealthy capitalist from Urras who got wind of what happened and demanded justice – so Z/35712 gets shipped back to a core world and given a proper trial. They get 20 galactic standard years for murder and after brief stints elsewhere, ends up in a penal colony in the Siren System. This was how they managed to get into picking – Zeluuri aren’t bright enough to be good pickers, but Z/35712 is freakishly strong and can do the grunt work of 3 or 4 other inmates.

Unknown – most of them end up being killed before they reach the 100 year mark and those that have often don’t even know it themselves due to their memories resetting every fifteen years or so. There have been recorded cases of individual Zeluuri living well over 300 years.

Zeluuri are found all over the place and lack a definitive home planet. They are a very old galactic race and appear in depictions and records of long dead races under different names – apparently appearing in waves throughout the eons. Mostly they show up on Planets which have been involved in galaxy wide conflicts or have been colonised over and over again, this due to their use as foot soldiers and menial workers. Some planets are almost entirely Zeluuri, however, archaeological evidence has shown that these are not home worlds at all – but planets which have been infected with a strain of the Zeluuri and they have eventually completely overrun and subsumed the indigenous populations.

To understand Zeluuri culture one has to understand their fragmented and little understood past, as well as their important psychological make up. There’s academic consensus that the Zeluuri are not a naturally occurring life form, its believed that they were created in the Age of the Dawn Empires of the galaxy as a form of biological warfare by the Ancient High Vos culture group. Hieroglyphs from the pyramids of Old Vos often refer to the High Vosians as being the ‘givers of life’ (from what we know they were extremely gifted biological engineers) and refer to a slave race underneath them as the ‘corpse-born’ - it is believed that this refers to the modern day Zeluuri.

Originally they could be unleashed on an unsuspecting world through orbital bombardment of spores which would infect host creatures and begin the transformation process – however, how this particular process was achieved is lost to ages and now Zeluuri only reproduce through cocooning. Early records from the Great Sagas of Yi Angli Pret mention a War with a group known as the Adversaries and how they made monsters fall from the sky that swallowed the dead and split in two, one again these are believed to be Zeluuri.

The other great strain of evidence for the connection between the Ancient High Vos culture and the Zeluuri is their strange behaviour around artefacts from this period – in particular any representation of a High Vosian. They refuse to look at them and begin to uncontrollably gibber and quake in whatever language they know about damnation and their shame. The Zeluuri lack a conscious collective memory (it is well known they almost completely reset their memories every fifteen years or so) but equally there is the possibility here of an unconscious memory being handed down throughout the generations through their psionic abilities – the Zeluuri pseudo hive-minds.

All Zeluuri have low level psionic abilities and when left in a group will eventually form links, allowing groups of several hundred of them to act in one purpose and to one plan. At above 300 or so individuals these links break down and groups of 20 or 30 Zeluuri will break off to form new hive minds, but this is inconsequential when you consider that there must be a continuous mental link going from the Zeluuri of Ancient Vos right the way through to the modern age. It appears that there is a form of indelible imprint upon them as a race relating to the Vosians in a way which beyond their birth imprinting which is traditionally considered the primary control method of their species.

When a Zeluuri is first birthed from a cocoon it is ready to be imprinted with commands, commands that will stay with it for life. A hive mind made up of enough individuals with the same imprint will assimilate other Zeluuri to that imprint if they enter it, similarly a hive mind with too many conflicting imprints will break down the authority of the original master of the Zeluuri. Because of this ability to imprint loyalty or servitude onto them, as well as their massive strength and general inexpensive nature to run, Zeluuri are an extremely popular choice for labourers on worlds where slavery is still legal.

The Zeluuri as a race are supposed to live in groups, a lone Zeluuri appear very stupid, and most people never experience them in hive minds of 30 or upwards, where they still seem quite dim. However, a full hive mind of 300 Zeluuri is very mentally capable and can be said to be quite devious when it comes to tricking their opponents in battle.

Left to their own devices on worlds long cleared of any other opponent, Zeluuri will band off into groups roughly the size of a large hive mind and begin protracted periods of warfare against each other. Generally their technology will devolve to hunter-gathering and stone or scavenged tools.

The one exception to this is the world of Skhien, where the Zeluuri virus ended up hosting on a race of naturally gifted telepaths. This ended up producing genetic anomalies in the planet’s Zeluuri population to this day. Here the Zeluuri can form hive minds of several thousand individuals and have preserved a much higher level of technology and civilisation. They have created a feudalistic society, retained the art of metal working and agriculture, as well as formed political unions and organised religion. Although this is one world in many hundreds which the Zeluuri show up on, and only accounts for a very small percentage of their overall population.

Grick

Bishop, Altar boy: He's real religious.
Fish: His people are aquatic.

Convict

45 Earth Years (36 Frecksan Years)

Male

Failure of Duty, Third-Degree Murder

It's doubtful that many people in 'the public' would remember Grick at all, especially as his home planet is slightly... isolationist. His people, however, will remember him as a particularly notorious 'Fallen Child' who is currently on a voyage of penance.

The Children of the Deep (or, as everyone else calls them, the Freckans) are all aquatic and look the part, looking almost like vaguely humanoid dark blue anemones, with tentacles instead of digits and large red eyes on the sides of their heads. Their blood is yellow, and they usually stand at around six and a half feet tall. Grick in particular is slightly more grey than blue, very tall for a member of his species (almost eight feet), and has a large, jagged green scar on his 'forehead' (which is, in actual fact, more a plate of bone than an actual part of his head)

7'10"

260 lbs

Grick is quiet, unassuming, and above all devoted. He is almost completely dominated by the beliefs of his people, as his typical among his culture. He hates conflict and usually prefers appeasement as a method of solving interpersonal problems, giving him something of a reputation as a pushover. He... doesn't really understand alien cultures, nor does he make an effort to, so he has a tendency to (privately) view other races as somewhat backwards or ignorant - though he doesn't hold it against individuals. That being said he's unfailingly polite and oftentimes endearing, if one can get over his strangeness. He's also totally bought into the narrative of him as a "Fallen Child" and all the self-loathing that comes with it.

Grick was just another Child of the Deep, pulled out of the great spawning pools of his homeworld and educated as a ward of the state (as all his people are). From an early age he showed an aptitude for mechanical engineering, and so he was afforded an apprenticeship at one of the great nuclear forges. He could understand any piece of tech put before him and even improved on many old designs, particularly for spacecraft, and before long he became the chief engineer of one of his people's glorious Pod Ships, small trading vessels that represented the bulk of the Children's contact with other races.

Disaster soon struck, however. The Pod Ship came under attack by pirates and due to a miscalculation by Grick, the nuclear engines overheated in the escape attempt. Only Grick, with his special radiation-shielding suit, was able to survive the radiation bath that fried all his comrades on the ship. The ship was found by traders two days later, with Grick the sole survivor.

When he returned to his world, the full weight of the blame was placed on his head. The Pod Ships were few, and so a loss even of one was a national disaster. The Elder Brothers, the rulers of his people, declared Grick a 'Fallen Child', the highest dishonor that can be bestowed upon a child. Grick lived as an outcast among his own kind for two years until he was summoned before the Elders Again. A picker crew had need of crewmembers, and so the Elders declared that Grick would represent his people in this mission and in so doing, redeem himself in the eyes of the Father of the Deep.

Grick has served faithfully for two years, always eagerly awaiting the day he may return home - and now the captain has a new heading. Though he'd never admit it, Grick his not pleased with this change of plans; he has served long, and wants to go home. Who cares about the humans?

150 years

The Children have no name for their planet, merely calling it 'home' - but the galaxy at large refers to it as 'Frecka Six'. It is a world dominated mainly by oceans, with around 20% of its surface being made up of continents on which tropical forest is the order of the day. On the land, the flora and fauna is exotic and varied, and there's even a tribal species of amphibious sentients that dominates the forests, though owing to their galatic irrelevance, they have no name. What's really interesting is the seas, which support an enormous variety of ecosystems. The Children hail from, and continue to make their home in, the deepest parts of the water, the abysses where the light from the world above does not reach. They have erected great cities of stone and metal down there, with only the dull light of the 'Giftstone' (uranium) to illuminate them.

The culture of the Children is positively dominated by their worship of the figure known as the 'Father of the Deep', a mysterious entity that they hail as the progenitor of their race. Darkness and the deep places of the ocean are sacred to them, as they believe that these are the sources of his power. Their technology is all based off of uranium, which is positively abundant in their world and which they believe to be the gift of The Father. Children are born from communal spawning pools, and are all raised and educated by the state (which is synonymous with the church) - the concept of 'family' just doesn't exist to them. The species as a whole is governed by the 'Elder Brothers', an all-male council chosen from the highest ranking members of the clergy. They're somewhat isolationist, caring rather little for the world outside their depths until it is convenient for them to do so. They tend to consider all other races as 'unenlightened' or 'unimportant' - after all, what are any of them without the love of the Depths?

Rigger Moretz

Riggs- Shortening of name
The Voice of the People- Nickname given by the press after multiple assassinations of corrupt leaders

Picker 1

12

Male

Assassination of multiple political and religious figures.

Many know of Riggs as a scoundrel, a scourge against humanity for his many assassinations on important figures. However, those who have been directly influenced by The Voice of the People know him instead as a hero -the one who liberated the masses from corrupt leaders, and paved the road for revolution.

The species of Corvidae is known to have a generally humanoid figure, with few differences from humans. The Corvidae stand at an average of 6'3" in males, 6'5" in females. Their proportions are very similar to humans, though lend more length to arms and legs, and less to their torso. They also have exaggeratedly large forearms, and large hands. The Corvidae are capable of expressing any hue of green, blue, or violet in their skin. This coloration is, for the most part, dull, though a rare Corvidae may display bright colored skin due to an anomaly in pigmentation. The Corvidae's face sports a pair of eyes offset further to the side of the face, and a wide mouth stretching from just beneath each eye. Because the Corvidae is unable to manipulate their mouth to smile or frown naturally, they only show expression through their eyes. All Corvidae have the same eyes -pure brownish-red, with large black pupils in the center.
Rigger in particular has a dull blue-gray skin tone, and is 6'4". His forearms are much less exaggerated than most of his race, though. His eyes are framed with deep dark circles, as well as his hands, which appear to have been permanently soaked in a black ink of some sort. Riggs also sports many incandescent tattoos of strangely scrawled writing that appears to shift and change over time in a bright yellow-orange color.

6'4"

110 lbs.

Rigger is a dreamer -a believer in all that is right and just in the world. That being said, he has a very adamant sense of that which is right and just, and he is not easily swayed. While he has no forgiveness in his heart for corruption and people in places of power who lie, he himself walks a grey line in his belief of the average person lying. Riggs believes that the ends justify the means, and is not above vigilante style justice -lying, blackmail, and torture to seek out those who deserve death, then a swift deliverance of death.
Rigger is a high believer in karma, and the spirit of the law rather than the letter. He believes that any action of malintention will be repaid in kind, one way or another, and that good actions will bring their warranted rewards. He holds himself in high regard, refusing to believe that he is ever on the unjust side. He is also very arrogant, overconfident in his ability. This leads to friction with similar people, but has also helped him subjugate many people to his cause.

Born into a low class family on the countryside of Hal'aen, the main city of his home planet Corthinidae, Riggs was destined for a life of toil and labor, nothing more. The Corthinidae had a long standing rivalry with the nearby planet of Orcris Prime, which eventually built up to the war that tore apart their nations just before the birth of Rigger. Though the Corvidae won the war, eliminating the residents of Orcris Prime, it came at a cost. Massive war debt incurred by the species killed the planet-wide economy. Hyperinflation put many out of work, and lead to hostile occupation by a species of aliens who was the Corvida's primary supporter during the war.
It was during this occupation that Rigger had his first experience with corruption that sent him on his spiteful path. To see their once benefactors to go so quickly from wholehearted support to hostile occupation stuck deep in his mind. The occupation lasted until Rigger was five years of age, at which point a massive revolution overturned the occupiers, and allowed the Corvidae to establish a solid government, and take the first steps to reparations of the economy.
At first Rigger saw this as a blessing, until the new government took hold of the country and showed their true colors. Within months, all who opposed their new regime were put to death, public executions to make an example. Rigger refused to stand for this, and took action. Gathering a small group of supporters, he marched on a political gathering, and ordered the leaders at gunpoint to assist him in his coup. Though a large following was accumulated for Riggers cause, they were eventually put down, and Rigger was thrown into jail for nine months.
On his release, Rigger did not give up, nor back down. Rather, he began again with a new fire. He attempted to regain his old support, only to find the thousands that once stood with him were no longer willing. This was not something that Rigger would accept, so he again took action.
News articles all throughout Corthinidae reported on the assassination of the leader of the CDP, Rigger's largest political rival of the time -a nationalist supporter who believed in segregation of Hal'aen from the rest of the planet. While this did not garner support for his cause (rather, caused a rallying of voters for an almost unknown political group, the CCP). Political discussion aside, this killed the last of Riggers faith in the organized political system. It was from here that Rigger took on his most shady activities.
In order to make a real difference in the world, over the next two years Rigger took on a series of political and religious assassinations in Corthinidae and the neighboring planets. While he was surprisingly successful in the most base terms, he did not achieve that which he wanted. There was no fundamental change only corruption. Realizing that his planet was doomed, he left to spread his word to other corrupt planets.
Over the years he was met with varying degrees of success. While he always managed to put away his target, be it with forgery or a bullet, revolution didn't always come. What did always come was the reputation. It seems he was never quite careful enough, because each time he completed a mission, his face would be plastered over the news. Some proclaimed him a hero, others wanted his head.
Finally, one day he was brought down. He was given a choice -become a picker, or face life in prison for his list of executions. His choice was seemingly obvious.

21 years

Corthinidae- A small planet, almost the size of Pluto. The planet is known for its seas, lakes, and rains of highly basic liquids, as well as the almost flat nature of the planet -no mountains or caverns, and few hills.

Due to the physical nature of the Corvidae, all creatures are loathe to engage in hand to hand combat -the blood of the Corvidae is a highly basic substance that will dissolve flesh in a matter of minutes. As such, the Corvidae were pigeonholed into a life of dishonor. When one's enemy refuses to attack face to face, rather preferring orbital bombings, one must lose their sense of honor as well. The government of the Corvidae is a dishonest one, full of subterfuge and lies, as is nature with the Corvidae. The military of the Corvidae focuses primarily on stealth and range advantage, preferring to wipe others out before they have a chance to retaliate in brute force.
In Corvidae culture, though emotion is felt, it is not dwelled on. Much of the Corvidae's life is ruled by practicality and logic, though there has been a sort of pseudo-Renaissance among the Corvidae leading to a large following of those who prefer focus on emotion. These are still in the minority, however, as the Corvidae are genetically inclined to the intellectual pursuits -the Corvidae are able to to process information with extreme efficiency.
The Corvidae culture also relies on something quite unique to their race. The Corvidae are known throughout their system for what is almost a sixth sense that they possess. A sort of advanced empathy, the Corvidae are aware of emotional connections between others, as well as certain objects, should the connection be strong enough. This is a primary cause of the Corvidae's lack of emotional expression in traditional ways -they can always see the connection without outside cues.

Ven

"V." An even shorter version of his name that non-Veslin (called Aneaths by his people) call him to mock their idea of many names.

Picker

55

Male

Kind of a bystander, and doesn't shove himself into situations where somebody else is about to get hurt because of their own actions. Knows what he has done is wrong, but has an idea that it's for a 'greater good.' He doesn't hesitate to threaten or injure somebody he deems a threat to himself or colleagues. Used to be a leader of an important group before his obsessions made them usurp him and send him to prison for crimes listed.

Covered in bandages from head to foot, but wears clothing above those bandages. Has a sort of tactical jacket he wears, with a covering that he can put over wear his mouth is located, in case of harsh winds, and a hood he can pull over his head. Wears large boots to keep dust and other materials from scuffing his bandages. Wears cargo pants that have loose bottoms that he tucks into his boots, and fixes them there with various of laces, Velcro and zippers. Has a sort of poncho that he needs when weather gets worse.

His race wears typically normal clothes, but still have to make sure they cover up a fair amount, especially in the summer, considering the harsh conditions of their home planet as well as the sensitivity of their bodies. Underneath, their bodies seem almost like shadows, but a closer look reveals that they have skin that seems almost soot-like, with the same consistency as well. It is very prone to injuries, which is why they cover up as much as they can. As they do not have eyes, they can detect even the smallest shift in wind, which is another reason they cover up, as the wind can be harmful and irritating. While some, more modernized people of his culture/planet have switched to more reasonable coverings other than bandages, most remain with the bandages, for cultural and heritage reasons. They 'eat' through absorbing minerals in rocks, sand, water, etc. through their soot skin. Because of their planet's harsh conditions, they grew to be able to breathe in more than just oxygen, though they are at their best when they breathe in oxygen. Since their planet is very sandy, they are very good at digging, and can use it to get places without being detected. They can still sense whether it is light or dark, however, because of how their bodies react to light.

6'6"

Due to less mass and more fragility of being, his race typically weighs less than most other races. He is 130 pounds, or 59 kilograms.

He is one of the less peaceful of his race. Due to his past, he is more prone to aggression and hostility. It takes time for him to trust someone completely as well, and he hides most of his emotions with a cold 'poker face.' Torture isn't something he usually resorts to, but if he deems it necessary, he won't be hesitant. He prefers more direct routes in getting what he wants, and believes complicated plans to be unnecessary when easier roads can be taken. Can be fairly impatient as well.
That isn't to say he doesn't have a softer side. If he trusts someone to keep secrets, he will be more relaxed and truthful around them. But, to gain his trust, he sometimes tests others in excessive ways, though he is less likely to do that now considering he is being watched over by authorities. He is less admiring toward authority figures as well, but mainly views them as yet another obstacle or possible ally, if he can trust them.

Was 'born' on a planet that was predominantly 'human-influenced' before they were largely wiped out. Lots of sunshine and heat were present as a child, and he came to like those more than the cold or the dark. Also lived in a city, though visited more rural areas often. As a result, he grew accustomed to loud noises and bright lights. The person who took care of him as a child (a sort of 'father'), eventually got in with a kind of mafia in the city they lived in. Eventually, he snitched on them, and as a result, was stripped of his bandages and thrown into river with cement shoes, until he dissolved. Was put into a foster home, before he ran away and grew up on the streets, until the same mafia that killed his father took him in to repay the ways in which he had helped them.

Rose up the ladder of the mafia until he was directly tied to the leader. He challenged him, and after many scuffles (including fights), slaughtered him after cutting both his arms and legs off, as retribution for his father's death. He became the next leader of the mafia. He managed to stretch it until its influence reached beyond the planet he had grown up on. After learning more about his race's history, and the way their origin planet had been invaded multiple many times by humans and what he called their 'pet races,' he grew to almost hate them. After finding out how they had taken many artifacts relating to his culture, he attempted multiple raids on museums and colleges that held the items, to try and get them back and put them back in his people's hands. Unfortunately, though he was successful several times at first, his obsession became too much, and his group betrayed him and he was sent to prison for his crimes (mentioned above). As he is no longer a part of the mafia, he has resolved to taking things into his own hands, through becoming a picker.

Due to his past, as well as influenced by colonialist invasions of his race's home planet (which he has actually never been to, only sent artifacts to), he dislikes humanity. He does, however, believe that they could have changed considering the many years they hadn't been involved in conflicts, and would like to see what they are actually like; that is, if it's all true.

160 years

Valence (where his race is from)

A very barren planet, minus the colonies built by the Veslin. Sandy, but cold because of their sun rarely coming up on the side the race lived on. Since they developed on a planet so dark, they had no need for vision, and never developed eyes or eyesight, as well as the fact their skin could handle only small amounts of sunlight because of its harshness. A very small amount of water is present on the planet, and not many trees grow on the dark side, because of the scarcity of water and the lack of sunlight.

They built their houses in the sands of their home planet, and some of their colonies had extensive tunnel systems. Art is very important to them, and they developed many styles and processes that they still use today, based off of patterns one could feel when feeling it. War was unusual for them, and peace was what they largely strived for, which is why Ven's more violent nature is unusual. However, they still realized the need for defence, and developed fighting techniques based off of the movements of the opponent, and how it affected the general 'wind' around them. They have a sort of sacredness for the wind, as it was important for direction and movement. There's a belief that everyone has a different sort of wind around them, revealing much about their personality and attitudes. They also usually have an extensive number of names, as shown by Ven's full name.

As their technology advanced, they were able to create much bigger colonies, developing more sturdy ways to make buildings underground. This also helped when humans started to invade their planet for its resources, as they were more able to find their way in the dark and dig through collapsed sandy areas. However, they were still no match for the advanced technology of the humans, and many colonies were destroyed, and art taken from them for its value and human museums. They eventually came to understand they could no longer compete against the humans, and surrendered to becoming another one of their colonized planets. Human cities were created, though they still 'allowed' the Veslin to have their cities, as well as helped them advance their own technology further. When the humans were supposedly wiped out, the human cities became barren, and their materials used for Veslin cities underground.

Niseli Lesvab

Nine, When the word of her name is translated this is what other races tend to get. Even though to her kind it means something very different.

Pilot

486

Female

Has won first place in a number of large open star fighter race events, her people hold every 10 years. These events are highly publicized and broadcast across the galaxy. She won first place in the last event which was 2 years ago.

For her kind Nine is a fairly stock standard, standing around the normal height of 5 ft 4, weighing in at 101 ibs which is considered to a little heavy. All Ukaians have a long tail coming out the back of their heads, the tail always being a little longer then the Ukaian's standing height. These tails always have a bioluminescent tip, that gently glows blue at all times. Nine tends to have a several metal coils around her tail that used solely for decoration, but to not impede the tails movement.

The Ukai are covered in fur, which tends to be a shades of gray or black depending on genetics. Nine's fur is considered to be the fairly common gray but is a little thicker then normal. Nine tends wear a tight fitting jump suit that only doesn't cover her head and, this attire made to help regulate body tempter and is common think for all for her kind to wear, finding more open attire just overall uncomfortable against their fur. Like of her kind she always carrying a pistol and refuses to give it up when asked citing cultural reasons. Hers is a basic model with a straight blocky appearance. Due to being off world, Nine almost always seen wearing a pair of high tech goggles' to protect her eyes. Only in dark or dimly little room dose she take them off showing her races small blue eyes. Nine's eyes are bioluminescent and glow the same colour as the tip of her tail, a trait all her kind share.

5 ft 4 in

101 ibs

Wary and quite Nine like many of her race is always watching the movements of aliens around her, although is trusting of her own kind. Being said Nine is more trusting of aliens them most of her kind but she still watches them, given most of the time she is on a ship with pickers. Nine is while doesn't mind interacting with other races she often struggles to understand other races and the need to use tones in their voice. This had lead to miscommunication more then once and still does in some cases causing some friction. Some having accidentally insulted Nine, upsetting or angering her unaware they have done so. Nine is the type to hold grudges, especially to aliens and once she hates someone they are in her bad books for life. Only earning a life debit from Nine would make her consider giving that person a second chance. Being said Nine is loyal to whoever is in charge officially and to those she considers a friend.

To Nine duty is fairly important as well as being honorable to a degree, following a slightly twisted version of her kinds code of honor. When it comes to authority Nine dislike being ordered around by males, tolerating because she has to. Given how old Nine is she is fairly smart having done much in her life she can insightful, about things at times. Insight she tends to share, if she feels it is needed or asked. Nine as tenancy to manipulate others, to get her way or simply for her amusement. Even if frowned up by her kind she gets a kick out of sparking fights or making people paranoid, just so long as she doesn't get sucked into it. Nine as no time for thieves or those that would kill simply for killings sake.

Nine, grew up in what would be considered a typical fashion for a Ukai growing up on her home-world in one of the underground cities. She spent her childhood learning, playing and form time to time getting into mischief. Going into her peoples military when she completed her basic education and became old enough, applying to become a pilot always having an interest in flying the large battleships her people built. It was there Nine received her training as a pilot and started out piloting fighter craft and cargo ships. Moving on to larger vessels as she became more experienced and in the end piloting one of her peoples battleships just like she had always wanted. Something her kind considered to be a noble posting.

She did this for a while but eventually grew board of it, so left and for a time drifted becoming a pilot for hire. She ended up leaving her peoples space, going wherever jobs took her. During this time Nine took and interest in the star fighter races her people held, so always returned to participate in the larger events, winning several. Sadly thought her people didn't award prizes to the winner, but she got a lot of respect for it and a reputation for being an ace pilot. Even though she was good at racing it didn't feed her, Nine having no interest in living with her people empire where basics for life where provided. So continued to work pilot for hire.

It was during one job, the ship she was on was attacked by pirates and crashed on some unnamed and uncolonized world. After several weeks of surviving on this world, Nine was luckily enough to be picked up by a team of pickers that where on planet looking for things to check in. After being brought up to the ship Nine spent several weeks abroad the ship, where she got to know a couple of the pickers. Once the ship returned to a space-station to resupply, Nine felt she owed pickers something for the rescue so applied to the galactic counsel to become a pilot of picker ships (or whatever they are called).

That was 120 years ago, Nine still feeling she has not paid of her debt, still pilots picker ships finding it rather interesting work even after so long even though she had repaid her moral debt. It was during this time she recently meet a captain she took a MAJOR disliking to. So much so Nine basically refused to comply with captains orders. Much to Nine annoyance this Captain saved her life when pirates attacked the ship thus owes the captain a life debt... one Nine really doesn't want to repay. But before Nine was made to repay her debt she applied to transfer to another ship which was accepted and left.
Recently she was assigned to a new ship as her old one was decommissioned, her new ship needing a new pilot after getting ill and passing away. Sadly for Nine this new vessels captain is one she owes the debt to and utterly hates with every fiber of her being.

When a chip was found that could lead to a lost race Nine wasn't sure what to think, but for the most part is willing to go along with it for the moment. Although she had questioned the captain serval times before deciding to stay. Only doing so as the captain called on the life debt which Nine couldn't object to. So stay's under sufferance watching the captain very closely.
Deep down she is unsure if it right to go after a lost race, thinking there has to be a good reason why they where lost to begin with.

The average life span is roughly 734 years

Esosak 3.
A huge cold world covered in vast tundra forests and in places jungle, filled with massive trees, plants and animals. While not all life forms are massive, these larger life forms are domant on the planets surface. There are serval massive fortress like cities that dot the planets surface. These cites surrounded by massive walls, these cities filled with huge skyscrapers built in and out of the massive trees, that cover the planets surface. These cities acting a the planets spaceports and last line of pleasantry defense form orbital threats.

Deep underneath the planets surface, are a vast network of caves filled with many bioluminescent plants and animals. Many of these living in some form of symbioses with each other, this including the Ukai people. While no where near as big as the surface dwelling animals and plants the ones underground are far more vicious to non natives. Many of the larger caves the Ukai have built sprawling cities which house's the bulk of the planets population. All the cites look nearly exactly the same as if they where copies of each other, filled with elegantly curved buildings. Each of these cities are more like warrens with the entire populace living close to each other, all of the cites are built to accommodate the wildlife and plants and are built where they will have only a small impact on them as well.

Once a predatory race of small cat like creatures the Ukai, evolved deep underground of their home world. Away form the massive plants and animals that roamed the surface, like everything else living in symbiotic relationship the other creatures and plants. As the Ukai evolved and grew more intelligent they became aware of this relationship, always being mindful of it as they advanced technologically. The Ukai always trying to keep the impact they had on their world small as possible, to preserve what they needed to survive. Even to this day the same logic is applied to their world and the many others they have colonized. While building great cities they build around nature and try not change the landscape too much.

Being said the Ukai while peaceful and understanding to their planets, they treat other races with a small level of distrust and always watching them closely. The Ukai being a very militaristic people maintain huge fleets while mostly used to guard their territory, as well to act as peace keeping forces when the galactic council calls on them. Having a militaristic nature, the Ukai value honor, valor and duty. Service in the military is considered to be a very honorable thing to do, so much so that several decades of service is expected of everyone and those that don't are frowned on. Only those with high levels of intelligence are an exception to this provided they go into field that require a great intellect. Due to this all Ukain children receive some combat training as part of their basic eduction and all citizens carry sidearms or a knife when out of the home. To take a Ukain's weapon off them is considered to be an offense and might end up with the weapon in question being used.

The Ukai nation is known to the galaxy as the Untied Ukain Star Empire which is always ruled by an Empress, who is selected by a great many and often fatal rituals. Where only the strongest and smartest of Ukai girls would even have a chance of surviving. That is provided they are selected to undergo the rituals, the method as to how selection is made unknown to all but the Empress and a secretive group that answers only to her. In the empire females tend to hold positions of power form the Empress, to ship captains even to managers of shops. While males can achieve most of these positions as well it is a lot harder for them to do so.

Being a race the evolved deep underground living on the surface or in orbit of a world is considered taboo by some but is a slowly dying way of thinking. All Ukai are meant to live by a code of honor, which prevents them form fighting in unfair battles, lying, stealing and that they should repay debts. Those living in the empire closely follow the code as it is law and breaking it tend to end in exile or execution depending on nature of the violation. Those outside the empire do not always follow the code of honor, those that do tend not to follow it so closely.

In the terms of religion the Ukai worship their dead ancestors believing that they are watching and guiding them from the after life. When a Ukai dies the family eat the deceased member, it considered to be a great act of respect to them. They also apply this to aliens by eating them if they considered family or a loved one or allowing an alien to eat them. Refusing this is a great offense and often ends up with one refusing to participate being executed. This tradition being one of their oldest ones, is one of many old traditions still practiced

In the Star Empire all basics for life are provided and work while not demanded in return is considered right, not contributing to the empire in some way is frowned upon. Those that don't willing contribute are often forced into the military or driven out of Imperial space. Evil those Ukai living outside of the empire will frown upon those that do not pull their weight.

The Ukai have a very complicated why of communicating, using sight just as much as the spoken word. Although few races can see naturally, Ukai emit a soft glow of ultraviolet light. A glow that shifts when going about their day or talking to someone. Ukai picking up on this and words and gestures changing meaning depending how they are glowing. When they first encountered aliens this lead to a lot of miscommunication, so now many Ukai when dealing with aliens try to clear and precise as they speak. Ukai while can speak do so with a monotone, lacking the ability to shift their tone of voice. Due to this Ukai are not very good reading vocal tones or shifts. Thus the empire has no music what so ever.

Valriya Sereya Yrenea Aksel

The Captain prefers to be called just that, ‘Captain’ or ‘Captain Askel’, but she is more lenient in letting the Lieutenant call her by her first name because of their past relationship with each other and that he saved her life. She can be sometimes called the bad cop, which she is in no objection to. However call her Princess because of her adopted monarchical parents, and she will bleed off that irrational side of her.

Captain

30

Female

Although Captain Askel is a Villianian, she has been proven to be one of the toughest cops among the galactic enforcement of law. She has always taken the law in strict sense, letting very little slip pass her say so. Therefore, you can find it quite odd that she would betray the council for a lost race. But if there is one thing about Askel, she means what she does and there is no backing down with her. You don’t want to mess with the bad cop, it can sometimes evolve into something physical.

Villianians are well known for their memorizing facial appearance with their upper head crest being something creepy yet unique and appealing about them. They are known to maintain very emotional eye contact, as if their very pupils can speak. But that is a skillful feat of the race, the Villianians carry both strong eye contact and body language, being that they are a very emotional people. The Villianian skin can range from different shades of white, gray, and black. Askel is the more common light shade of gray. Another thing very ionic about the Villianians are their two sets of arms. The extra limbs do rub off as quite attractive and handy to other species. The fact that Askel has both extra limbs and a small yet flexible body, proved her an interested to be adopted the first Villianian in combat training.

4’9

79 lbs

Harsh training can make harsh person, and pain is what pushes a child into maturity. Askel never grew to hate her adopted parents, it is who she received her last name from. In the end, all she can claim is that she respects them for the disciplinary action they gave her in constructed her as the Villianian that broke the races’ stereotype. She never had anything given to her because of genetics, as most Villianian women receive and take in the sake of their appraised appearance and rarity. But as most people of her race, Askel is just as emotional. She has the flaw to always speak her mind, yet it proves her creditable. Askel is never recognized as dishonest because of her unrestricted tongue. Although there are things she better keep secret as long as they do not come to mention. But secrecy is something only used by her if the situation resorts to it for the best of things. Like a Villanian, Askel is lively, bold, full of spirit, but above all sassy. Comebacks are her best line of fire.

But though Askel has become a renegade at heart, the closest to her such as the Lieutenant knows how truly emotional vulnerable she can be. In a relationship, she desires to be the submissive one, because so often she feels that she pushes herself to always take charge and be the dominant one. Yet for once she wishes she can fall on someone else arms. Secretly Askel does admire it when someone puts her in her place, she sees both confidence and security among that person. Unless she already has a disliking for that person, then she just sees disrespect.

Captain Aksel is a rare full bloodied Villianian and a princess. But Askel was not raised by Villianians, instead by the Corvidae on their home planet. She was adopted, which was unusual being that most Villianian orphans are sold into sex slavery. Though the Villianians are never recorded to fight in battle, Aksel’s adopted mother and father believed otherwise in sense of logical due to her physical appearance and foretold Villianian skill. The most obvious obstacle in dealing with a Villianian child was Aksel’s emotions, as her kind are known to be naturally vivid with theirs, and the Corvidae more logical and practical. Although Aksel grew to become aware of the more emotional Corvidae, she was never permitted to associate with such individuals. Instead, Askel was seen more as a combatable experiment, as she was trained through childhood and adolescent years in Corvidae intellects and stealth.

After so, Aksel was stationed from planet to planet of difference races to learn their skills. This forged Aksel to be a well-rounded creature in skill. She has become an individual who has pushed herself. Yet with the overload of harsh training and deprivation of emotional relationship, Askel has become aggravated and irrational to situations. Because of this, she remains as a Picker Captain, rather in higher superior roles of the galactic enforcement of law. In her career as a Captain, she has had her fair share of serving a life debt and being owed a life debt. Being in charge of Picker groups are not known to be an exciting job although it has its moments of drama. But things have been different for Askel, especially with the discovery of the recording. For once in her life she has never wanted anything more than reasons for such abrupt absence. She fears if she ignores the sudden disappearance of one race, others will soon be forgotten also. But she can’t trust everyone is on her side, some being even forced to, some like Askel’s very own Pilot.

500
Although Villianians are rare race, they have lifespan that lasts long

Because their are so few of the Villianians, they never established their own one home planet, but have instead influenced others. The women are a treasure among the universe, as many who have not turn into the more obvious careers of their race have become the wives of political figures and even council members. Villianians, however are known to gather in more famous and most regarded worlds of all galaxies. The fact that Villianians have had their fair share among many races, due to part that they have a reputation in doing so, they have been seen in more negative light as the galaxy's whore. Being that most of their women trifle in some way to take advantage of the power of their body. And that is another thing about the Villianians, they never age ugly, but instead preserve a sense a beauty without any genetic enhances. So really in the end, the Villianian women could spend their entire lifetime not dedicated to any skill but in will to the advantage their appearance has on powerful men.

Villianians are among all the races, perhaps the most unscrupulous. Yet their women are irresistible and either known to be high-fashion models, dancers, or prostitutes. Throughout history, the Villianian women have quite proven to be the reason for wars during the Age of the Dawn Empires. It might be bitter-thinking to realize you are part of a long line of females that have caused years of bloodshed. But none the less, every Villianian woman knows how her looks can kill. Its a legend that Villianian women once tore and feasted on the head and heart of their husbands after intercourse, in order that the blood of his mind and heart may grant the wish of an offspring. But it stands to most minds as just a myth. Today, it is instead recorded that most Villianians just face hormonal problems. This cause the failure to produce mature eggs, malfunction of the hypothalamus, or malfunction of the pituitary gland. With the infertility common among Villianians, they have become a rare race, making them an even further demand in the beauty industry. Male Villianians are even more rare compare to females. But the most renown male Villianians are actually infamous mob bosses and drug lords. It is a galactic stereotype for Villianians to be seen as devious and shifty, but the notable figures of their race has done that to them.

It is a laughable joke to imagine a Villianian in any sort of combat and not because of their physicality. But because of their history, other than that they could seem like a fit species for warfare. They are sleek, flexible, and quite talented in whatever they put their mind to. Yet a people’s past has a lot to do with both their present and future. Villianians are known to be the more moody type, even irrational, perhaps that also is a reason why they are not regarded in any military position. But the emotional side to an Villianian is a very passionate one, they are never a people to be unmotivated to a taken a path.

Unpronounceable by human standards; usually spelled as Paxyqntrokqa Xuorkj Quahnykx

Pax, because it’s a damn sight easier to say than Paxyqntrokqa.
Big Red, for painfully obvious reasons (She’s big. And red.)

Convict

82; around 30 on a human scale

Female

Smuggling, Property Destruction, Contempt of Court, Vandalism, Public Intoxication, Manslaughter, Murder, Arson

Pax’s court case was almost boring, the only thing exceptional about it her race, since it’s highly unusual for a Trakq to flout the law, much less break it with as much enthusiasm as she did. Within the Pickers, though, she has a rep for being big, and mean, and kind of an asshole—don’t interrupt her, steal her seat, cut her in line, swipe her salvage, knock over her cup...just stay the hell away. But also she has a still in her room, and she can hook you up.

Trakqi are known for their size and vibrant coloring, and in those regards, Pax is no different. The red, gold, and black combination is rare and striking, and the markings extend all across her micro-scaled skin. Her six eyes are a brilliant crimson, but while the long, soft horns falling from her head to her shoulders are usually the pride and joy of her race, Pax’s are ringed by ropy scars, scaleless and colorless.

The scars don’t stop there, either—there are copious lines, puncture marks, and burns covering her scales. They somewhat mar the effect, but there are still some smooth patches that shine red-gold across her two sets of arms. As far as her facial features, among her own race she’d be considered something of a beauty, with her finely pointed ears, wide-set (and numerous) eyes, and broad, flat nose—but amongst most species she’s sort of an ugly duckling. As a Trakq, she also has twice the number of teeth a human does, and all are pointed. The little hair she does have looks like it’s been cut with a knife, and recently—while most Trakqi take great pride in long, multi-colored locks fashioned into elaborate braided styles, hers barely brushes her shoulders.

All Trakqi stand over six feet tall, with Pax pushing the upper range, and like most of her species she’s in peak physical condition. Each strand of muscle tissue is about ten times denser and stronger than a human’s, so there’s ten times the power packed into about the same space. Her bones and tissues are also denser and far more resistant to breakage, so although they’re durable, they’re also very heavy. Each Trakq has three fingers and two thumbs to each hand, feet that are closer to hooves than human, and some even have stubby dorsal spines, Pax included. Pax has taken her species’ natural physical advantages and honed them into an art form rather than taking her strength for granted.

7’0”

400 pounds—Trakqi are very dense for their size

Ask anyone on a few prison ships scattered across the galaxy: Pax Qanyk is a dick. She’s vulgar, brash, loud, easily offended, usually tipsy, something of a slimeball...the insults go on and on. However, very few of those insulting her can say they don’t respect her. Sure, she’s an ass, but she tends to punch up rather than stomping on those beneath her weight class, and those who she does punch (usually) deserve it. She doesn’t sacrifice others just to get ahead—frankly, she seems just as disinterested in her own well being as anything else.

Pax’s size and general dickishness also hides a mind like a steel trap. While she’s only had occasion to show it once or twice while on prison ships or the Picker craft, she’s a tactical genius, on par with the top generals of her species. She forgets even rarer than she forgives, and although she’s sharper than most of her peers, she prefers to sink beneath a synthol-soaked brutish demeanor. Despite having the capability, she won’t lift a damn finger unless she deems it absolutely necessary, but she’s more likely to deem it necessary when it comes to others rather than herself.

When it comes to the Captain, she finds the woman kind of creepy, honestly, what with all the soulful gazing. But while she’s not unflinchingly loyal to the Cap, she also knows there’s not many better options out there than to follow her lead, Pax thinks she’s a good sort, so for now she’s as happy as she can be about staying on board.

Paxyqntrokqa’s childhood is not a common topic of discussion. Her birth parents are unknown to anyone but her, as like the rest of her generation, she was taken to military school as soon as she passed an aptitude test at age five. The few records not redacted or burned out on her schooling indicate that she had every skill the top brass of her planet was looking for—she had talent for tactics, troop assessment, combat, large-scale warfare...all Trakqi have a mandatory military service of at least five years, but it came as a surprise to no one when Pax chose to continue her service.

What did come as a surprise was how she simply seemed to vanish off the face of the planet for the next decade. Those who knew her couldn’t say where she went when she vanished for long months, or even where she was serving, and any government officials asked were silent on the subject. The next time Pax appeared in the public eye was her dishonorable discharge in her 35th year of military service, around the time she turned forty two. The exact circumstances of her discharge are vague at best, redacted at worst, but it’s no coincidence that it occurred a few short weeks after a bombing that leveled a temple complex and killed almost a hundred civilians.

After her disgrace on her home planet, Pax disappears again, this time not by virtue of concealment but simply by vanishing into the fringes of the galaxy. She occasionally pops up as an accessory to several counts of smuggling, mercenary work, and security freelancing, but mostly she seemed to drift from interstellar pub to interstellar pub, staying firmly away from any Trakqi colony worlds or outposts. As far as her people are concerned, she’s dead, and she might be better off in their eyes if she actually was. By all accounts she was simply drinking herself into a hole, and when she hit rock bottom she grabbed a shovel and started digging. Eventually, though, after several close escapes, the courts caught up to her for a few dirty jobs she’d done and sentenced her to twenty years, shortened to ten by her service with the Pickers.

Around 200 sol years

The Trakqi originate from the planet Qik, occasionally and not-so-affectionately nicknamed The Dustbowl. A desert planet with a few outcroppings of jungle-like oases, the Trakqi have built their cities with practicality in mind. Their cities are a curious blend between old and new, steel spiraling out of sandstone foundations, alumiglass mixed with brightly colored drapings over open windows. The farther from the spaceports one gets, the more primitive the surroundings become, but present in every single Trakqi settlement are solar panels. Literal star power is so omnipresent in Trakqi society that it’s incorporated into almost every facet of daily life, from sun-absorbent pavement to solar fashion. Sandstorms are still a major threat to smaller Trakqi settlements, and as such they have some of the best early weather-detection systems in the galaxy.

Coming from such a harsh world, it’s no surprise that the Trakqi developed from a harsh people. Back in the tribal days, the Trakqi’s predecessors were warlike and brutal, quickly dominating the globe and beating out other species by any means necessary. Even today this remains a racial characteristic, and although they’ve solved the problem of international warfare, they’re an ambitious race on a galactic scale, and most other species regard them with wariness at best and outright fear and hatred at worst.

Above all, though, the Trakqi are disciplined. From birth, children are trained into obedience and respect for authority, including a mandatory military service starting at age 10. While there is technically an elected democracy, the real power lies with the military leaders who far outnumber the politicians. In fact, being a politician brings about as much pride to a family as being a repair mechanic—a necessary service, but completely devoid of glory. Ultimately, it’s the generals and commanders who decide which planets to direct their forces to next—unoccupied or not—and doing well in the military is one of the highest honors a Trakq can achieve. Those who receive the coveted Skalmariq, a medal of honor, are global celebrities.

However, there is also a side to Trakqi that few outsiders ever get to see. Along with their more aggressive tactics, Trakqi are surprisingly able diplomats. The species has one of the highest aptitudes for new languages and social customs in the galaxy, often gaining fluency within weeks or months, and most individuals can be quite charming if the situation calls for it. Most simply prefer a polite but direct approach. Despite what the galaxy as a whole believes, not every conquered planet required an invasion.