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Niqhtlord’s wondrous world of aliens presents “An introduction to Alien Species”

 (Original art by  Miguel R. Duque : https://www.artstation.com/artwork/o9VZO Altered photo photoshoped by me)

 Species: Flinchestet Current status: Members of the Confederation of Basalva

Homeworld:

Known as Trievil, the Flinchestet homeworld orbits a blue sun and is only slightly smaller than Mars. Gravity levels are roughly a third of what you experience on a world such as Earth with the average day night cycle lasting 23 hours.

The planet is divided between several hundred islands full of dense jungles and deep oceans, both full of a variety of planet and wildlife. Though the oceans are vast larger predatory species have yet to develop leaving the seas largely populated by vast swarms of smaller organisms.  

Because of the low gravity of the world creatures there, including the Flinchestet themselves have traveled from island to island simply by getting a running start and jumping across the oceans between islands. Travel by boat is largely limited for fishing or the transport of large objects too cumbersome to be handled by individuals.

It was discovered by a Confederation of Basalva scientific expedition that made first contact with the species and invited them to the confederation after a trial period.

Current status of the world is regarded as a resort planet where species from across the galaxy come to enjoy the radiant sun and low gravity.  

Biology:

Standing roughly 5.5 to 7ft tall, the standard Flinchestet towers over other species, yet because of the low gravity of their world their muscles have never developed to their full potential.

Their eyes are nearly three times as large as standard humans while a broad ridge runs the length between them from forehead to chin. Neither mouth nor any other orifice is present on any portion of their bodies save for their eye sockets.

Often appearing as thin, almost twig like in appearance Flinchestet often struggle when traveling to other worlds with slightly higher gravity wells. Many of the species apply some form of cybernetic enhancement to their limbs when going off world to support their bodies; otherwise they are barely capable of raising a finger let alone standing up right. Strangely enough though these enhancements are never shown to the public and are considered disrespectful in their culture, despite the fact every traveling Flinchestet comes equipped with them.

Due to the radiation from the blue sun the Flinchestet have developed semi photosynthesis, were they are able to gain all of their needed dietary requirements from exposure to various forms of natural sun light. Exposure to artificial sun light, such as sun light produced by tanning beds or specialized light bulbs, often results in Flinchestet becoming increasingly ill.

WARNING

Supernatural Abilities: The most interesting quality of all for the Flinchestet would be their telepathic abilities.

Lacking any orifice to communicate from, the Flinchestet often will project their version of a “voice” into the recipients mind for communication and read their thoughts in response. The voice is often heard differently subject to subject as it is structured around what said individual would think a Flinchestet would sound like.

The exact point in their evolution at which point they developed this trait is still unknown as all Flinchestet refuse to speak of it. Further questioning has only resulted in vague answers stating that it is an ability learned at birth and nothing more.

It was not known until recently that they also possessed strong psychometry traits as well. Through physical contact with other species a Flinchestet is able to telepathically link to their nervous system or equivalent and directly access portions of their memories and in some cases even alter them.

This trait is only possible through physical contact as it has been found that most living organisms in the universe have various buffers, so to speak, in their bodies blocking out portions of their brain from outside access. As if your brain were a wifi router with an encrypted password blocking random devices from connecting to it. By establishing a physical connection the Flinchestet are able to trick their target’s body into think that the Flinchestet are actually part of the same organism and therefore can freely access the mind.

Once inside an individual’s mind they are capable of altering memories to present different perspectives or even insert themselves into them to make the subject feel as if they have known the Flinchestet for years. This however only works on weak memories that are often forgotten by the individual on a daily basis such as who they saw in a restaurant when they got lunch or who they spoke to on a transport ride, etc. Stronger memories are much more difficult to change as the individual is actively thinking about them ensuring they are not forgotten; so any change made to them would be immediately recognized.

Should a strong willed individual become aware of this intrusion during physical contact they are capable of trapping the invading Flinchestet within the confines of their own mind for a time. To on lookers it appears as if they are day dreaming when inside their mind they are waging a fierce battle. If the effects inside the mind are strong enough, say the individual stabbed the Flinchestet with a sword, the Flinchestet mind would believe that the blow was real and trigger the Flinchestet skin to part open as if the stab wound was real.

The only way for this connection to be broken is if the physical point of contact is broken or one of the two in the communion either dies or blacks out losing consciousness.

While this trait has caused several political and social controversies since the Flinchestet joined the intergalactic community and has made them become regarded with suspicion.

 Industry:

Flinchestet industry is largely textile with no major other industrial capacities. Their homeworld lacks rare metals or elements worth mining and the wildlife is only edible to the Flinchestet due to the radiation from the blue sun.

 History:

What is known about the Flinchestet is only from the point of discovery by the scientific expedition.

For all intents and purposes the Flinchestet do not keep a recorded history of their people. There have been no discoveries of ancient writings, books, tomes, electronic scrolls, or any other form of physical record of the species past.

When directly questioned about their origins Flinchestet will often say “The paths we have traveled are roads you can never tread, with signs you cannot read, and with a beginning you cannot fathom.”  

At this time it is even being brought into question if Trievil is even their real homeworld. Several scientists have come forward to hypothesize that the species we know may not have even been a product of natural evolution but a response to a hazardous environment after being stranded.

Current Status:

Since their introduction into the Confederation of Basalva they have held immense political power. Many species agreed to their proposals after either a mind alteration was triggered or out of fear for such an event to be forced upon them should they defy the Flinchestet.

It was not until the introduction of humanity into the confederation that the Flinchestet finally met a foe they could not overcome so easily.

While initially able to alter the human ambassador, the gambit was quickly discovered and the tables turned as the humans sent new ambassadors trained to have the most dangerous minds a Flinchestet could have ever known.

They found these new human minds to be chaotic and uncontrollable to all but the humans themselves. In their minds the humans subjugated the Flinchestet and put them through unspeakable tortures, though largely stolen from the latest human horror movie from their homeworld.

The political base the Flinchestet had built crumbled as they instead flocked to the humans in the belief that they would be safe in the shadow of the one species the Flinchestet feared to go near. They have since been regulated back to an individual seat within the confederation, yet it is unlikely they will remain so for long.  

Wars:

The Flinchestet approach to war is to win it before it even begins.

With their supernatural abilities they are able to influence dozens of species and move them across the board as nothing more than pawns. Resources needed for war machines suddenly are diverted elsewhere, open borders to Flinchestet territory suddenly become closed off, and powerful trade agreements and defensive pacts are made to ensure that any attempt against the Flinchestet is an attempt against half the confederation.

That being said smaller engagements have broken out between Flinchestet and rouge factions of the galaxy such as pirates or raiders. Given their frail form Flinchestet are unable to wield weapons even to defend themselves and will often rely on automated weapons like automated turrets or mechanical soldiers to do the fighting for them.

While it is no easier to snap a Flinchestet in two than it is to snap a thig branch in two with your knee, the last line of defense is that often an attacker will attempt some form of physical contact to end the Flinchestet’s life, such as strangulation or bone snapping, giving them a chance to enter their mind and reprogram them. This tactic as of late become obsolete against pirates and rogues as one pirate will often rush the Flinchestet and tackle them to the ground while another comes over during the psychometry state and run a knife through the Flinchestethead as they are distracted.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans + Horror Movies = Nightmare fuel for psychic aliens.

Recently been on a binge of watching how alien species would react to humanity finally getting into the galactic scale of things and decided to write a short story of what happens when a psychic species attempts to mess around with a human who loves horror movies.  The Confederation of Basalva was the largest political body in the universe, spanning nearly some 500 different species, 4,000 planets, and numerous other asteroids belts, moons, and gas fields across the cosmos for the last five millennia. It's authority was regarded no less than that of an actual god. A fact that the Flinchestet had been counting on for their end game. The Flinchestet were among some of the newest members to the confederation, but despite this they had already carved out a significant power base within the confederation. Tall slender figures with pale white skin and limbs as thin as bamboo stalks, they moved gracefully and appeared almost angelic. They towered over many of the other species but given their appearance came off as frail and harmless, which was exactly what they wanted. Their real power didn't come from a large army or superior economy, nor did it come from any physical traits or great deeds they had performed in the past, no. Their power was in their well hidden psychic abilities which allowed them to subtly influence other species to do their bidding. During the mass gathering of the entire Confederation on the planet Omnicron, the seat of the governments power, they would gently probe the minds of other species and being altering their mindset so that they believed their peoples best interest lay in whatever the Flinchestet wanted. Through these tactics they had quietly altered several dozen counselors from different planets to voting with them and now were growing to a steady 1/3 majority of the entire confederation with their end goal to usurp the entire body to their will. They had played the long game to avoid the risk of discovery, but even those that did suspect them of their fowl play dared not risk raising the issue for fear of being set upon by the Flinchestet. So when humanity finally was allowed to join the ranks of the confederation no one dared warn them of the danger they now put themselves in. Despite mastering space travel and carving out a semi pocket empire of their own, humanity had been denied entry into the Confederation of Basalva for several decades. It wasn't until after humanity helped in defeating the Morimani invasion that their skills were recognized and they were granted a seat. Some felt it a fitting reward for their sacrifice, while more felt it was wise to keep such a trained warlike species close by to help whenever conflict arose. For the Flinchestet, they saw an easy target to increase their power base once again with little effort, judging that human minds were simplistic and malleable. So as the shuttle carrying the first ambassadors of humanity landed on Omnicron they were greeted by the several other ambassadors, foremost among them the female Flinchestet ambassador Raksula. Humphrie stepped down the staircase from the shuttle on to the red carpet followed shortly by his aides, advisers, and co ambassador Morgan. At the end of the carpet stood a group of aliens of whom he could guess were other representatives. He damn near tried to go over the briefing about the other ambassadors, but he was having trouble pronouncing their names let alone matching them to faces yet. At the front of the group stood a tall slender figure in robes that both spoke of modesty and yet still carried an air of superiority. "Watch out," Morgan whispered in his ear, "they might be playing "Rush the freshman"." Humphrie couldn't help but chuckle before coughing to cover it up. "Now's not the time to be making jokes you old sage." "True, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't be cautious. Would you have expected such a welcome wagon?" Morgan said as his gaze stretched across the crowd of figures. "Yes, it does seem a bit much for a welcome party. Best to get on with it though instead of standing here in plane sight whispering to each other like we're already plotting on who to kill." Humphrie moved forward down the carpet and finally reach the robed figure in the front and bowed. He pulled out a translator unit and attached it to his throat. "I am the ambassador of earth, it is an honor to meet you all." The robed figure matched the bow before reaching out with a hand. "I am ambassador Raksula and the honor is ours to meet such a fierce species who came to us in our time of need." Humphrie took the hand and shook it, though Morgan couldn't help but notice a momentary freeze on Humphire 's part after touching Raskula. Raskula put her hand behind Humphrie and motioned to the other ambassadors present before introducing them. Morgan had hoped that the games wouldn't start right off the bat, but it was clear that they would need to be on their toes at such a brazen power move so early. By having Raskula introduce the others instead of letting them introduce themselves, she was making it clear who was in charge. Despite now being on the galactic stage, it seemed that the same tricks were used even now. Morgan made a mental note to do research on Raskula hoping to find out if she was playing a game or just being nice. As the group of ambassadors moved away with Humphrie and Raskula in the front, Morgan new only time would tell him his answer. ----------------- In any event it took nearly three months before Morgan was sure there was something wrong. At the first few sessions whenever Humphrie  put forward a motion Raskula and her followers would second it and then vote in its favor. This went on steadily for the first two weeks before things changed and Raskula began making motions and Humphrie  would second them despite in most cases being counter productive to not just humanity but other species as well. Morgan cornered Humphrie in his office by the fifth month after having seen Humphrie  just vote in favor of the impartial servitude clause. "Are you mad Humphrie?" Morgan near shouted at him as he sat behind his desk. "You've just seconded a motion for a slavery bill! Do you have any idea the shitstorm you just walked into?!?" Humphrie  put his hand on his chin while nodding, his eyes appearing as if he was watching something far off in the distance. "It's not a slavery bill, it's a bill to make those who default on payments to the Flinchestet repay them with servitude until the debt is paid." "My god man, you really have lost it!" Morgan swept his arm across the desk sending papers and awards flying into the wall. "Flinchestet loans are stacked with such high interest that unless you pay it back in one payment you are stuck with an ever increasing debt for the rest of your life! Then there's the clause that states that all offspring shall have the debt transferred to them in the event of the original recipient dying before the debt is paid off." "The Flinchestet have been good to us." Humphrie said as if he was reading a line from a script. "We must honor their support by supporting them."   Mogan's hand struck Humphrie's face so hard that he flew from his chair and struck the ground. Morgan was about to unleash another string of blows and insults for his friends stupidity when he took a closer look at Humphrie and stopped. He expected some sort of rebuttal or at least a fist fight to break out after taking the blow, but Humphrie was just laying on his hands and knees staring around blankly like he just fell out of bed. "Where am I?" he murmured, his hand pinching the brow of his nose and blinking rapidly. Morgan walked around the desk to Humphrie and crouched down in front of him. "Wha do you mean where are you, you're in your office you idiot. So get up I'm not done thrashing you out!" Humphrie looked up at Morgan as if he was seeing him for the first time after years apart. "Morgan?" Humphrie's voice soft and questioning as if he wasn't sure of himself. "What are we doing here? Weren't we just on the shuttle pad?" "I see I hit you so hard I sent you back in time." Morgan remarked as he hauled Humphrie to his feet. "That was near five months ago." "Really? That long?" Humphrie was gazing around the room now and Morgan knew something was wrong. "You better not be fraking with me now Humphrie, this isn't some joke right?" "I swear it isn't." Humphrie felt like his legs were turning to jelly all of a sudden and he sat back down in his chair. "What's the last thing you remember?" Humphrie's mouth opened and closed several times, his expression as if he was desperately searching his own memory for an answer. "I remember stepping off the shuttle with you and then walking down the carpet." "Anything else?" Humphrie closed his eyes tight and spoke "Then I bowed to Raskula and shook her hand. Then..then.." "What?" Morgan was convinced now something was off. He could tell Humphrie was showing signs of memory loss but the timing made no sense. "After I shook her hand a door opened up." "A door you say?" "Yes, but to the strangest room I'd ever been to." Morgan sat down opposite him. "How so?" "There was art on the walls, but it wasn't like pictures. It was like I was looking at moments from my past. And Raskula was there too." "What did she do?" Morgan had a good picture now of what had happened but needed final confirmation. "She was talking to me, pointing out instances of my past that were bad and how they could make them better." "Well frak man, sounds like you got brainwashed." Morgan said calmly. Humphrie just stared at the ceiling for a long time. "There was a time when I'd say that was horse shite, but we traveled half way across the cosmos." He sighed loudly before turning his gaze to Morgan, his eyes suddenly looking like he hadn't slept for weeks. "What should I do?" Morgan sat in silence for a long time before standing up, walking to the other side of the desk and placing his hand on Humphrie's shoulders. "Don't you worry my friend, I've got this. Just stay in your office and I'll take care of this." ------------ The main chamber was the size of a football stadium and was packed with ambassadors. Raskula was sitting in the corner surrounded by her faction members. Her satisfaction at the coming events was well hidden, but soon there would no longer be a need to hide behind masks. The bill she had put forward would ensure the servitude of all species that failed to pay back loans of the Flinchestet. The vote had been close even with nearly 1/3 of the body was firmly under her control and would vote however she wanted. What had really swung the vote for her was snagging the human ambassador. His species reputation had earned them some credit  and other species respected them enough to vote however the human voted. Their minds were far easier to manipulate that she had imagined and now with this vote the Flinchestet would be one step closer to securing total domination of the cosmos. As the final representatives began shuffling in Raskula peered over to where the human would be and rose in surprise. Ambassador Humphrie was no were to be seen and in his place was another human. Morgan, Raskula recalled, that was his name. She could barely remember his name, though she hadn't cared to fully learn after snaring the ambassador. The gong of summons was sounded and the magistrate took the stand. "The representatives are gathered and this session is now called to order to vote upon the bill put forward by ambassador  Raskula." This was bad, though Raskula. Without the human vote the measure would fail and failure was not acceptable. "A point of order my dear magistrate." Raskula spoke as she stood. "It seems we are still missing ambassador Humphrie. With such an important measure I would ask that we wait until he arrives." The magistrate turned from his high podium to gaze upon Morgan. Upon meeting the gaze Morgan bowed. "I beg your pardon magistrate and fellow ambassadors. Ambassador Humphrie has fallen ill and will not be able to be here at this time." "I do hope ambassador Humphrie is not in serious danger." Raskula said realizing she'll need her fallback plan. "I move we postpone the vote on the Flinchestet servitude bill until ambassador Humphrie recovers and can return considering he was a co-sponsor of the bill." Those ambassadors that hung on her every words all nodded their head and she felt assured she had avoided disaster. "You make a fair point ambassador." the magistrate said before turning back to Morgan. "Do you accept this proposal?" Morgan smiled and put his hand up in the air. "That is very kind of you to suggest, but ambassador Humphrie felt this vote was of such importance that I be given representation in his stead which is allowed by the Confederations regulations as I am the second ambassador of humanity." The magistrate nodded and turned back to Raskula. "The human is correct, he has the right as the second ambassador to cast a vote in the event of the first ambassador being unavailable." "Those fraking idiots!" Raskula screamed in her head. She had no sway over this second ambassador and she could not risk a vote of this importance being left to chance. If she could just touch him she could imprint enough subliminal messages to ensure he'd vote however she wanted, though he may turn brain dead afterwards. "Very well then magistrate." Raskula said, a final idea coming to her. "Though I have only briefly met ambassador Morgan I that I should welcome him in his species customary greeting to celebrate his first official vote in this hollowed hall." Thankfully that customary greeting was a "handshake" as they called it which gave her the best chance to subvert him and secure her victory. "That is most kind of you ambassador. I would gladly shake the hand of such an esteemed member of this government." Morgan said as he smiled. Raskula rose from her seat and quickly went to Morgan's place, extending her hand as she got close. Morgan stuck out his hand and grasped her hand and the world went dark.... Raskula had done this countless times and this would be no different, or so she thought. Morgan's expression never changed from a harmless smile but his grip tightened around Raskula's to the point of pain. Hardly any of the other ambassadors were paying attention to the interaction until Raskula started screaming. No one in the Confederation had ever seen a Flinchestet in pain or heard them cry out in pain, many assumed they had no concept of pain. That was quickly dispelled as Raskula let out a ear screeching scream. Morgan still stood motionless and smiling as Raskula collapsed to her knees and began desperately trying to free her grasp from Morgan's hand. The screaming continued for several more moments before to everyone's horror red gashes began forming slowly across Raskula's body. Like someone was slowly taking their time to cut into the alien flesh with a scalpel. Green blood began dripping from the wounds as more and more gashes began appearing across her body and her struggles began becoming more feral. In roughly a minute after Morgan had grasped Raskula's hand she collapsed to the ground bleeding from a dozen wounds that had appeared out of thin air. "Someone help!" Morgan shouted, quickly going to his knees to cradle Raskula. "The ambassador is hurt! Please, someone call a doctor!" Raskula stared in horror at Morgan before the room slowly turned black and she faded out of existence. --------------------- Raskula slowly stirred from her sleep. She felt weak, frail. Her limbs would barely respond when she tried to move them and with far greater effort then she thought she needed she opened her eyes. She was laying in a bed of some sort, wires stuck in her running to nearby machines which she could only assume were some sort of medical device. It didn't take long to put two and two together to figure out she was in a hospital, but how had she got here? "I'm glad to see you're finally awake." A voice came from the beside her. She slowly turned her head and saw Morgan sitting in a chair next to her bedside. Upon seeing him a cascade of horror and nightmares came flooding back to her and she felt an unworldly sense of dread and despair. She opened her mouth to scream but Morgan shushed her and put a hand over her mouth. "I don't think we need a repeat of what happened in the assembly room, do we?" His smile never left his face which made her sense of anguish even worse. "Nod your head if you agree, then be quiet and listen." The pain she felt was still as fresh as when she first shook his hand and she had no desire to repeat that. She nodded her head and Morgan removed his hand. "Good. Now you're probably wondering what the hell happened to you aren't you?" Morgan sat down and continued without even bothering to wait for her response. "You see, I found out what you did to Humphrie and let me tell you I was very upset. So I did some more research on your species and a better picture began to form about your powers." "You have the ability to invade peoples minds and begin making suggestions to them that will eventually take root and alter their character for good." Morgan chuckled as he continued. "That's a very, very impressive power you have; but it also gives you away for it's greatest weakness." Morgan leaned forward so Raskula could get a clear view of his eyes. "You have to go inside someone else's mind for it to work. So with that knowledge, I made sure to watch a few dozen of the most gruesome, bloody, sadistic, depraved, and horrifying horror movies I could find and watched them for days until they were all I could think about every waking moment." Raskula was on the verge of throwing up as she remembered what she went through when she invaded his mind. Instead of seeing past memories of Morgan's life she saw an empty room with a strange table in the center of the room. The door she had entered had slammed behind her trapping her in his mind, something she had never experienced before. The next thing she knew she was strapped down to a table unable to move as a hooded figure leaned over and began cutting her, over and over. After what felt like an eternity the rooms floor fell away and she felt like she was falling helplessly until splashing into a body of water. She barely had the strength to reach the surface to gasp for air when she saw she was in the ocean with a small island close by. She felt something behind her and she turned to see a massive shadow swimming beneath the water heading towards her. She began swimming to the island hoping that she could make it to shore and be safe. She turned around again to see if the monster was still there and all she saw was row upon row of sharp teeth clenching down on her limbs. She felt intense pain as it pulled, tugged, and ripped at her flesh and drew her down into the dark depths of the ocean. As it got deep enough she found herself once again falling back into the ocean repeating the whole situation again. Each time she scrambled for the shore, hoping each time it would be different, and each time failing and feeling herself being ripped to shreds. After that different scenarios played out one after the other, each more painful than the last until she felt what bits of her sanity crumbling. Raskula began violently coughing as she remembered every second while Morgan watched in silence.  "You....are....a..monster." Raskula coughed between gasps. Morgan laughed at that which only seemed to disturb her even more. "Yeah, I'll let you in on a secret of mine. I actually love horror movies, they're a hobby of mine to track them down and watch them. I've got a small library of horror movies that I take with me for relaxation." Raskula couldn't fully comprehend that magnitude of the monster she now faced. "This has been fun and all but it's time to get to the point." Morgan leaned closer while still smiling. "You might think I felt any of what you experienced, but I've seen it so many times I've turned numb to it. I didn't feel anything, not even a prick. So here's the deal. If you ever, EVER, use those powers of yours again like you have been I promise you I will make your existence nothing but pain and misery the likes of which you've never seen." Raskula felt some sickening feeling that he had been holding back on his worst thoughts and she tried to get as far away from Morgan as she could. He leaned over and gently placed his hand on hers and she instantly began panicking. "My species ran out of things on our planet that gave us real fear a long time ago, so we decided to invent things that scared us instead; and if we can do that to ourselves for the sheer thrill of feeling fear again, you can only imagine what we can do when we wish to inspire fear in others for a real purpose." --------- No one was sure what exactly happened during the events of the main chamber meeting, but in the following weeks the Flinchestet faction began falling apart. They simply just began agreeing with whatever the humans put forward and kept to themselves. Oddly enough, they have also begun refusing to shake hands with any human regardless of the situation. Ambassador Raskula was recalled from her position after she severed her own hands using medical equipment and was swiftly returned to the Flinchestet homeworld.