#dulgan

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Baby Tortilla Danäe

Está preciosura es la melliza de Aidan y mami Dulce está tratando de consolarla 🥺

This beauty is Aidan's twin and Mommy Dulce is trying to comfort her 🥺

Drawn the 9/04/2021

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An Introduction

A lush planet part of the Asteria Star System (SS-718), PS-9U, best known to its inhabitants as planet Streron, was a peaceful, natural place until its invasion by an alien species 512 years ago.

This foreign race, the Dulgan, were ages ago a grand civilization, but they had to abandon their home planet after they rendered it uninhabitable. As a leech-like species, they extract the life of living beings, be it animal or plant, and develop magic-like abilities from it. The leader of old, too greedy for power, demanded the people extract magic from the lands until it was too late ; the planet was barren, desolated and could not sustain life anymore.

After a decade of roaming through the galaxy, they arrived on Streron having suffered great loss, but with a renewed will for survival. None wiser from their past, they started right away extracting magic from the planet to reconstruct a civilisation greater than the Dulgan ever were.

The locals of planet Streron, until then unaware of the existence of aliens, experienced a cultural shock, as well as a grand mutation of their culture. They had to fight for their lives and their planet.

Choices were made, new alliances blossomed and ancient ones crumbled. Now the world is going through a rearrangement of the forces, and each faction has its own heroes, leading them through the change. 

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Casa Invisible, Dulgan Meissl Associated Architects, Austria.

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Dead Man {Kylo Ren x Reader}

Request~  I just thought of this and it sounds good in my head, but could u do a kylo imagine where the reader gets taken by the first order & is in the interrogation type room (like where Poe/Rey were) & reader is kinda scared bc ur preggos with kylos baby (u got pregnant when he was Ben or something) & he's like who's the father? And u say Ben Solo, but he's gone now. And I don't know where to go from there so u take it away lol. Wow sorry this is so lengthy

Part Two 

A/N~ Apologies for how long this took writing has been tough for me these past couple months. Anyways I’m not really sure how good this’ll be because I have no idea how to write pregnancy and its been a good minuet since I’ve written some thing long like this. Please ignore any mistakes (I’ll fix them later. For now I need to stop looking at this) hope ya’ll like it!

If the doctor back on base could see you now you assume she’d be furious. Three balanced meals a day, light exercise, and plenty of rest. It was good advice for a woman like yourself eight months pregnant, and you followed those directions perfectly except for one. Rest. You couldn’t sit idly while the resistance moved so quickly around you. 

Yellow Squadron denied every one of your requests or rather demands to let you join them on missions, but it never stopped you from asking one more time. Out of pure luck they’d finally said yes. The rebellion had received intel of unregistered spacecraft loitering in the outer rim. There was reason to believe The First Order was behind it. An organization that had been around for quite some time but only in the past few months had they really surfaced and become a threat. Yellow squadron’s job was to go out take a look around and come right back. A scouting mission is what they called it and they must have figured the mission would be easy enough for you to come along, for the ride if nothing else. It was supposed to be easy, it was supposed to be safe.

You joined a Rodian named Dulgan Sereta in an old T-4. As much as you pleaded with Dulgan to let you fly the spacecraft he refused. You’d take gunner position and by the sound of the mission you’d be useless. At least that was the plan, but plans tend to fail and in your case that’s what happened. 

After dropping out of hyperspace it didn’t take much looking to find what you came for. One massive super star destroyer. It was the largest you or anyone in the squadron had ever seen and this star destroyer wasn’t pleased to have company. Before anyone could make the jump to light speed a fleet of fifty maybe sixty TIE fighters poured from the destroyer. In a matter of seconds half of Yellow Squadron became scattered junk floating in space. The other half were able to escape but unfortunately you and Dulgan weren’t as lucky. T-47s are slower then X-Wings and certainly slower then TIEs. Despite your best efforts to fight them off you were overtaken, but rather then blasting you into nothing they spared you for questioning.

That’s where you were now. Strapped to an interrogation device in a poorly lit room thinking about your doctors advice. Three meals, light exercise, and rest. None of which you assumed you’d be getting anytime soon. Rolling your foot in a circle you attempted to loosen the tension in your muscles. Everything hurt especially your feet and back. You’d been strapped there for what felt like days and as you look around at the bleak walls you can’t help but wonder what's taking so long. If they were going to kill you then do it already. 

No sooner had you thought it, the door to the small room opened. You crane your neck at odd angles struggling to see but it was futile. Heavy footsteps pace from one side of the room to the other, always staying out of sight.

“Hello?” you grew tired of waiting. If their pacing was a tactic of intimidation it wasn’t working. You're done with this bullshit.

The steps behind you stop completely, the room silent once again. They soon start back up moving from behind you, to the side, to right in front. A hulking black figure stands before you. The only color in his attire is the silver bands on the mask he wears. Your heart stops filled with dread. A sickening feeling heavy as lead churns deep in your stomach. You had seen this man once, but once was enough. 

The Jedi Killer was unforgettable. Last time you’d been face to face with him was only months ago when your entire world had come crashing down. All your friends were slaughtered, one of the only people you could trust went missing, but worst of all was Ben. You’r heart aches at the thought of him. It had been a while since you allowed yourself to think of him. After the Jedi Killer had destroyed everything you pleaded with the Gods that Ben had been saved but his mother confirmed the worst. Kylo Ren had Killed Ben Solo. Your vision blurred as tears brim your eyes. Willing them not to fall, you refused to cry in front of this monster.

“Do you know who I am?” his voice comes out low and distorted, fitting of his persona.

Grinding your teeth together and blinking away the water in your eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak to him.

Kylo Ren tilts his head barely. His eyes examine every inch of you from behind his mask. Never had you felt so exposed. Suddenly he moves closer pounding steps echoing off the barren walls. His hand extends, hovering over your swollen belly. “You’re pregnant.” 

Of course you were. It only looked like you were attempting to smuggle a large ball beneath your shirt, but that’s beside the point. “What kind of interrogation is this?” you sound stronger then expected. 

Ren doesn’t answer. He didn’t even look at you directly, his mask is still seemingly trained on your stomach. 

“Aren’t you supposed to ask me about the rebellion? Beat me until I answer?”

“I got the information I need from the pilot who accompanied you.”

Dulgan. Silently you hoped he was okay but knowing what Ren was capable of you doubted he was.

Finally directing his attention back up at you Kylo spoke again. “Who’s the father?”

His question surprises you. What difference would it make to him who’s child it was? You looked away at the paneled wall behind him. Kylo Ren doesn’t deserve an answer. It would be a meaningless name to him, just another on the list of people he’s killed. He probably won’t even remember him.

“Who’s the father?” he repeats. 

Tears fill your eyes again. They do every time you think of these things. “Ben.” you croak out trying to keep your voice steady. “Ben Solo.”

Kylo’s fists clench, leather gloves squeaking, and he stands a little straighter. Does he remember? Regardless you were going to make sure he did.

“He’s gone now.” you begin. 

“Yes, I’m aware. But I didn’t kill him like you think I did.”

You look back at the unchanging mask. “What?” so he killed Ben with the force instead of a lightsaber? It doesn’t matter how it was done Ben is gone because of him.  

“You’re confused.” he’s eerily motionless making it hard to believe the voice is coming from him, a statue. 

Not only are you confused but you’re angry yet fearful. A mix of bitter, consuming emotions. You’d had enough. Closing your eyes you try to shut him out not caring anymore about what Kylo Ren has to say. Meditation was something you haven’t practiced in a while but it’s worth a shot. Breathing steadily in and out you focus on clearing your mind. Deep breath in, deep breath out. A mechanical hiss startles you, breaking your concentration. You keep your eyes shut feeling exhaustion seep into your bones. A few more moments like this and you might fall asleep.

“Look at me.” 

Had you heard wrong or had the voice been of your imagination? It was a voice impossible to forget. The world came slowly into focus as you open your eyes. Falling is the only way to describe how you feel. Plummeting downwards at a thousand miles a minuet, completely weightless. You’re numb as if your body and mind had turned off. Before you stood a dead man. His hair’s slightly longer then you remember but the most striking difference is his eyes. Dull, lifeless, sad. Otherwise he’s unchanged. Kylo, or Ben you didn’t know what to call him, looks directly at you waiting for your reaction. There is no response for this. 

“Ben?” you cry, the tears can’t be withheld now. Hot rivers pour down your face.

“No” his jaw is clenched. “Like they say, Ben is dead.”

Struggling to find words you gape at him. 

Kylo brings his hand back up this time resting it on your bump. “He’s already so strong.” Softly he caresses your skin through your top. For a brief second you see the Ben you love so dearly. 

Within you comes a thump against the area of flesh beneath Kylo’s hand. The baby had kicked. Kylo felt it too. He yanks his hand away wide eyed. His sudden movements cause you to jump. Kylo looks between you and your stomach then shifts his glance around the room. Lifting the mask back over his head he conceals the face of Ben becoming Kylo Ren once again. 

“B- Kylo.” you don’t want him to leave now. You need answers. You need him.

“I have to go.” he speaks quickly. The feeling of your kicking child had certainly shaken him. 

The sound of the blast door comes from behind you followed by footsteps. Kylo moves around you out of sight. “Take her to the nearest civilized planet. Somewhere she can be found by the rebellion.”

“You don’t want her taken care of like the Rodian, sir?” it was a stormtrooper.

“She’s with child.” says Kylo’s robotic filtered voice. “I’m feeling merciful.”

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Rey watched in shock as Ben flattened the larger man. Dulgan hit the floor like a tree falling to earth. The club goers around them stopped https://t.co/R5w6USGUo3

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Tortillo Aidan

El mellizo de Danäe, desendiente de Dulce y Fargan 🌸🦉

Danäe's twin, descendant of Dulce and Fargan 🌸🦉

Drawn the 6/04/2021

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Robin

El desendiente de género no binario de Dulce y Fragan 🌸🦉

The non-binary gender descendant of Dulce and Fragan 🌸🦉

Drawn the 16/04/2021

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Climate & Seasons

Streron is what you can call a green planet,or at least it had been for ages up until the start of the Dulgan invasion. The equator follows Streron’s main sun Cro, a star live with boiling waters. As a result, Streron’s equator gathers the most humid zones of the planet, a ring of unending rivers and lakes, aquatic creatures and ever blooming plants. The equatorial ring, called the Edinnor region, is the most magic and life filled geographical zone of Streron. 

As we get further away from the Edinnor, the heat and wetness brought by Cro diminishes, until the land becomes so barren it starts to crumble. On both polar opposites of the planet, there are no more practicable lands. As a result, Streron is an “open-hearted” planet which core is visible. Many Streronians explorers tried to reach that core and make history by uncovering its secrets, but nothing has been heard back from anyone who dared venture on these territories.

Streron’s core is of burning light, giving the planet its most distinctive aspect : a glow coming from the ground itself. This core, burning with the brightness of a sun, is what cloaked Streron from alien invasions for so long : most space pirates thought the planet was a burning star and didn’t dare getting close to it.

The climate on Streron is also determined but its nine seasons, influenced by the moons and suns cycles.

The Red burning sun Vru, is the origin of our first two seasons :  Dailaahn is the wet season, bringing torrential waters and wet thunderstorms full of crimson lightning. On the opposite, Mailaahn is the dry season letting Streronians bask in the sunset, enjoy open air picnics or do some “spring-cleaning” of their residences.

Our first moon, Zemei, a ball of hard magnetic rock marbled with enchanted energy vines brings high magic energy and attraction when it comes close to Streron during the Meizaahn season. This is the season of high waters, low gravity and intense feelings. At the opposite, the season where it is the farther away from the planet, Zehkaahn, is the decay one, where lives come to their ends and magic is at its lowest. Most Zehaahn seasons are of rather small impact but once every 68 cycles, Zemei and Cro come in alignment and a devastating season is to be expected. This brings a renewal in Streronian life and the end of the High Zehkhaan is celebrated by the survivors as a new era.

Esrea, the ice moon, brings the frost season Esseaahn. As the season preceding Zehkaahn, it is the season where wildlife starts hibernating, and civilized lifeforms reinforce the durability of their dwellings.

The three next season are not brought by a sun or a moon, they are influenced by the planet itself. As mentioned earlier, Streron is a sun-light planet as its visible core is made of pure light. Three times in a Season cycles, the light needs to recharge themselves and light will stop emanating from the core for two weeks (around six days). These events are seen as seasons too and are called Llohkaraahn. They are a period of festivities for Lloreans, as they thank the planet for providing to them and make glorious festivals and offering to celebrate the planet and its core.

Our last season is brought by a rather peculiar moon, as this one does not influence climate directly, but the mood of the Streronian lifeforms. Idro, the pink moon, brings the mating and blossoming season. Its influence lightens hearts and bring Ideaahn, the perfect season to conclude affairs, declare oneself to a love interest, or start a new adventure.

To summarize all this, we have our seasons here in a chronological order :

> Zeharaan (decaying season) > Llohkaraan (shadow season) > Ideaahn (ecstatic season) > Llohkaraan (shadow season) > Dailaahn (humid season)  > Meizaahn (high magic season) > Mailaahn (dry season) > Llohkaraan (shadow season) > Esseaahn (frost season)

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Historical Chronology

<this list will be updated as I develop the Streronian history>

ND=0 : Invasion of Streron by the Dulgan civilization. Start of the Uteral calendar.

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Time & Dating system

On Streron, the natives used to not have a time system, preferring to use the moon phases and life cycles to identify the days passing. Some of the most commons sayings used to be “three Red moons ago” “in two human lives” or yet “between two blossoms of the Pocan flower”. 

When then Dulgan invaded, they brought their system with them. On their planet, it used to consist of a 4 months year, following the 4 seasons of Uter (their home world) that they adapted to the climate on Streron, resulting in a 9 months year. 

The months are named as follows : Zeharaan, Llohkaraan, Ideaahn, Llohkaraan, Dailaahn, Meizaahn, Mailaahn, Llohkaraan and Esseaahn.

The months are themselves divided following the moon phases, but not two months have the same amount of days. On Streron, the days follow the Red and Purple moons : One rotation of the Red moon contains 3 rotations of Cro, the Blue sun, which is a day. Dulgan technology divides A Purple moon in 7 hours, but most old school Streronians don’t use the hour system, preferring to rely on the moon shadows changing through the day.

The new system allows us to date precisely the time following the Duncan Invasion (also referred as the Nadir), but not so much the time before, as the native Streronian dating system was much more forgiving than the Uteral one.

Nowadays, The commonly used time display system is as follows :

ND+512//DS-C19P4 for Nadir Descending Year 512, Dailaahn, Nineteenth Cro rotation and Fourth Purple moon.

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Rey watched in shock as Ben flattened the larger man. Dulgan hit the floor like a tree falling to earth. The club goers around them stopped https://t.co/R5w6USGUo3

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Races #2 (lower races)

Apart from the three main races living on Streron, we can find numeous other less represented, or more discreet races. We’ll get to know more about a race from each region in this post.

The Edinnor swamps houses many aquatic species, but its most proheminent are the mermen and nymphs. They live mostly in the deeper parts of the rivers, coming out only on during Ideaahn (the ecstatic season) where they are more prone to meeting other civilisations. They are a very hierarchic society, but also very recluse and every explorer who dares to venture in their territories risks disappearing. A lot of mystery surround the disappearances in mermen territories, as people debates whether they were taken prisoners and never left, or if they got to enamored with the deep water people they lost their will to leave and stayed there for the rest of their lives.

Another specie you can encounter on Streron are the giants. Far from the brightest in the Outer Edinnor, they are a nomadic people and usually travel in small groups of two to five members. They are not hostile people, being way too stupid to actually want to attack someone, but may be idiot enough to mistake someone for a piece of meat they could eat for their next meal. Physically, the giants have very rough facial features, and their bodies can’t be described best than “unpractical”. Their proportions, huge arms and small legs make them seem goofy, and echoes well their lack of intelligence. They typically reach around 6 meter at an adult age, the females being slightly smaller with an average of 4m50. They live un to 400 years being one of the longest living race on Streron.

The Poles, long thought uninhabited, were recently discovered, thank tu the Dulgan technologies, to house a very old family of vampiric creatures, who seem to call themselves the Athanasius clan (seemingly from their oldest member called Athanasius the IVth). Living in a barren land, they kept hidden so long by living underground, in troglodyte housings, and eating from the few animal species who survive in the desert. As a result of their harsh lives, they are a bitter people and take everyone who gets to close to them as a welcome, tasty meal.

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Races

Streron has two native intelligent and sentient races, and with the Dulgan invasion, that brings the number to three, with some not as bright race we’ll explore later on.

We can start easy with the Dulgan. This race is what we would call the “human” ones. They are around 160cm of height, their skin ranging from dark brown to pale beige and are bipedes with two arms and 5 fingers at each hand. They are a very social species, mate principally in couples and can live around 80 years (without any life extending technologies). They are a very intelligent and adaptative species, but can be blinded by their ambitions, as history can demonstrate with the destruction of Uter and their forced exile. The Dulgan are the most technologically advanced specie on Streron, having brought outer-worldly knowledge of computer science and physics. A modern civilisation, the Dulgan live by a democratic political plan, with every willing member of the Country being able to participate in the political life. They are originally completely unfamiliar with Streron’s high magic culture and experienced a cultural shock when first arriving on the country. As a result, most of the older folks are still distrustful of magic and tend to shut down any native, magic technology from their lives. As the generations advances, the younger Dulgans learn to live with what the planet provides, and a cultural mix starts to occur, melting Dulgan technology and Streronian magic. The Dulgan live in large numbers in Nu-Uter, their colonies on the North pole, but more and more of them start to venture in the Free cities in the Outer Edinnor rings, getting to explore the world and share their culture with the natives.

The second race on Streron is the most ancient one : the Irzu. They are similar to the Dulgan, with the exception of having reptilian, scaled skin (with colors ranging from purple to green, with lots of different blues in between), and long pointed ears. They are a bit smaller in size, but some of them can be taller than the Dulgan. This species originated in the Edinnor ring, and developed their reptilian attributes as a way to adapt to the humid swamp environment. A large number of them still live in Edinnor, being the most adapted to the humid region’s climate, but with the recent exile brought by the Dulgan bringing their technologies to the Free cities, more and more of them are starting to migrate towards the Outer Edinnor. As a species, the Irzu are a patient, curious and loving race. Their cold blood give them a natural encline to take things lightly and as a result, they are mostly a pacifist civilisation. They tend to live in small matriarchal tribes, mate for life and are oviparous. 

Our last race is the Zalzur. They are a mystic, very secretive and hostile species and not a lot is know about them. Legend says the appeared in one of the poles following a meteor fall, and started forming out of the rocks and dust the fall created. They would be, if that legend is true, a species made of rocks,na d that would add up as their favorite, and main food is precious stones (with a preference for rubies, you can buy almost any favour from a Zalzur if you promise them a ruby.) The Zalzur are a race with exclusively oral culture and history, as they have no written language. As a result, not a lot is known of their ancient history, and the many stories transmitted orally differ so much it’s nearly impossible to know which one is the true one. The older instance of written history about this race, is from what seems to be their first encounter with the Irzu, documented on a tribe’s stupa walls. The paintings seem to count the battle of the Irzu tribe against a shadow like man, most likely a Zalzur. It is assumed most of the Irzu buried in this particular stupa did not survive the encounter and that’s why the story is painted on the walls. See, as said earlier, the Zalzur are not really a nice people. Their physical appearance could be described with one word : ghastly. They are squeletal, very tall beings (around 2m50), and they are constantly surrounded by a milky/ sandish aura, that could be the dust from the original meteor of the legends. Nothing is know of their reproductive habits. They are a genderless race and mostly live alone, interacting with each other and the world only when necessary. They pride themselves in their knowledge and are very precious to the outside world. It is said that a city with a Zalzur as its advisor is a city that will thrive through the next High Zekhaan (season of high decay).

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Physical planet & Geography

Streron’s geography is centered around its equatorial ring called the Edinnor. It’s a swampish region caracterized by its humidity and luxurions fauna. In the Edinnor region, there is no shortage of water and the food is always abundant. The populations have learned to live with the constant humidity and its depending elements, such as the huge amount of insects it attracts. In this region rich with rivers and lakes, the Streronians have learned to keep their feet dry by elevating their habitations, by building them in trees when possible or on piers.

Going north and south of the Edinnor ring, there is a temperate zone where Streron’s biggest cities were built.This allows efficient travel and trade routes since the merchants and people can easily use the Edinnor’s numerous rivers to go from city to city. The cities were naturally built in this zone since it is far more easy to build on than the Edinnor. The ground is way more prone to agriculture and solid constructions can be built on solid grounds.

At the north and south poles of the planet are desert, or once desert lands. The poles being the farthest away from the Eddinor ring and Cro, the boiling waters star, they dont get any humidity and heat from it, resulting in a barren land, with very few local inhabitants. This was true (and still is true for the south Pole) until the Dulgan invasion. The alien species, arriving on Streron, scanned the planet looking for a place where they could set up their colonies. Being a technocally advanced race and being able to survive in harsh territories thanks to it, they were able to build a life in the northern pole of the planet. Nowadays, the North pole is the dulgan’s new home.

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Rey looked from Dulgan to Ben who was standing there, his hands rolled into fists, his eyes glaring at the fallen man. https://t.co/R5w6USGUo3

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Rey watched in shock as Ben flattened the larger man. Dulgan hit the floor like a tree falling to earth. The club goers around them stopped https://t.co/R5w6USGUo3