#falleen culture

[psychomusic]

here is tar'x laran!!

he is a cipher agent, husband of suri sauthon, and father of vegoia. (he's technically my swtor character but I've decided to use him as a fully mine oc, giving him a completely different story and even biology soo he's not cipher nine)

backstory under the cut! + more of his biology and culture in the notes of the ugly second pic

tar'x laran was born on the harsh planet of iritran, one of the earliest colony world of iridonia. as the little world (almost as big as a moon) didn't have much to offer, and had a pretty rough environment, those first colonizers were left stranded, they then evolved into a subspecies, and then were found again thousands of years later by some falleens, member of the black sun. they quickly made an outpost there, to better disguise their illegal trades on ord mantell, but with their growing arrogance and power, and the diminishing of their need to hide, iritran officially became colony of the falleens.

his parents belonged to the mercenary class. even if it paid well, and was generally considered an upper class under the black sun's rule, the life of a mercenary was obviously dangerous, and his mother died on the job when he was about 13. his father, instead, had lost the lower half of his legs for the same reason some years prior.

the amounts of credits the couple had earned thanks to their job, though, gave tar'x some time to train before he had to start working to help his family. his father trained him very harshly for a few years, so that he could become an expert mercenary able to provide for his family - now consisting of the two and a younger brother, ram'tha, aged 3.

that was the plan: he'd become a mercenary like his parents, and he would provide for his father and his brother, whom he loved very dearly. it was mainly tar'x who took care of him. ram'tha was a strange kid, too - it's not that their parents didn't love him, or had other business to do, they just weren't naturally as good with him as tar'x was.

ram'tha was a silent kid, he didn't speak a word before age 4 and in a few weeks he started speaking with full, comprehensible sentences, as if he hadn't been completely silent for years before that. he would spend a lot of time going around - or wanting to go around - and for some time, his favorite hobby was "touching new things". tar'x didn't question it and just took him around and watched over him. sometimes he would bring home stuff for him to contemplate. he didn't know what a force sensitive was, yet, and he wouldn't have recognize the force even if it had shown itself through more blatant ways like telekinesis. ram'tha was very good with sensing abilities and was particularly well versed in psychometry, for his age. it was obviously a rougher and raw version of what trained force-users could develop, but it was enough to keep him entertained as a child. tar'x would've understood that a long time later.

the gentless of taking care of him made tar'x life bearable, after his mother's passing and during the harsh training. when the sith came to his town and took him away when he was just 6 years old, he immediately joined the imperial army. his skills as a mercenary made him stand out among the others and he quickly drew the attention of intelligence agents, who recruited him. he began as an informer, spying on criminal syndicates that would hire him as mercenary thanks to his family's reputation.

as he gained experience, his superiors decided to promote him to cipher, and he abandoned his name to become cipher thirteen. he thought that such a position would help him find his brother: without a name that could give away his reasons, and with more intel within hand's reach that any other department in the sith empire.

I'll slowly post some of his most important missions, i already have the one where he met suri in the drafts. i just wanna find some time to quickly sketch something to go with it. I'll link the rest of his story down here after they're posted! (if it doesn't work, he has his own tag)

also! ram'tha is my brother's oc (u can find him at @utskushii-hito), and he made a post about him! go read it!! <3

[indignantlemur]

hello, I have a bit of an odd question. For each species culture in Star Trek do you think would fit in Star wars? I think the andorians and Klingons fit with the mandalorians. What do you think?

Have a nice day.

Hello! This is a fun question!

I'm gonna narrow the scope a little, because if I did every Star Trek species we'd be here forever, but I'll try to hit all the main ones.

Andorians: I could see Andorians fitting neatly into the realm of Pantoran or Chiss characters pretty easily, and what little we know about the Chiss feels a lot like it could parallel Andorians in their earlier, more isolationist histories. I particularly feel like the rigid social structures of the Chiss and their military philosophies would fit quite nicely with Andorian values. Likewise, Pantorans share some similarities with Andorians, like exceptional hearing and coloration. Additionally, the tradition of garnering tattoos to indicate family and allegiance amongst Pantorans does feel similar to Andorian chitin patterns.

Humans: Humans across all universes are pretty much the same, let's be honest. If you take an average Star Trek Human civilian and plonk them down on an average Core World in the 'Wars universe, they'll do just fine.

Vulcans: Of all the species, I feel like Vulcans prove to be excellent candidates for Jedi recruitment, but that's not actually a species, so: Kel Dor. Hear me out: they have sages, they're largely mysterious, they are on the whole very force sensitive (psychically powerful) and they keep much of their culture and traditions to themselves. It's a stretch, admittedly, but I think it kind of works.

Trill: Phydolons feel like a good match. They're a symbiotic species which form a kind of gestalt consciousness between a mammalian host and a fungal symbiote, who value wisdom and spirituality.

Klingons: The Noghri might not feel like the most immediate option to come to mind, but bear with me. Noghri are skilled warriors who utilise technology and an array of natural weapons and defenses, place high value on honour, and function societies built upon familial clans. It's not as much of a stretch as you might think, looking at that. Just as the Klingons are honed for war, the Noghri are uniquely suited for combat - though the Noghri are most well known for being assassins, rather than front-line warriors.

Orions: The Falleen, hands down. Green skin, dark hair, known to use powerful pheromones to influence others, regularly associated with major crime syndicates... it's hard not to see the parallels. It's tempting to say Twi'leks here, but honestly I feel the Falleen are a much better match.

Ferengi: Muun in general, and the Banking Clan in particular. Muun are extremely intelligent and naturally gifted at mathematics, and while the Banking Clan gives them something of a negative reputation, most Muun are pretty decent folks. Sounds familiar? Wildly different physiologies aside, I think the Ferengi and the Muun have a surprising amount in common.

Tellarites: It would be incredibly lazy to say Gamorreans here, so I won't. Truthfully, with the minimal lore on Tellarites that we have to work with, finding an equivalent for them in the Star Wars universe is a bit tricky. I'd be inclined to say the Gran, perhaps, for their colonial tendencies and agricultural leanings, but even that feels very weak to me.

Mandalorians: Mandalorians are not a species but diverse individuals who follow a shared creed, and therefore I don't feel it sensible to include it with any of the above options which are based on species. Additionally, there are at least four kinds of Mandalorians, which further complicates the issue: Death Watch, the Children of the Watch, the True Mandalorians, and the New Mandalorians. Your choices narrow down to child-abducting-hyper-militant-terrorist group, weirdly-genetically-homogenous/militant-pacifist group, militant-but-mostly-reasonable-and-kinda-culty group, and a virtually non-existent faction of militant golden-age-Mandos-cut-down-before-their-time. With all of these, your mileage may vary wildly. I could see Vulcans being attracted to the New Mandalorian philosophies, I suppose, and Andorians would probably be all over the True Mandalorian option, but it's hard to say more beyond that outside of individual circumstance.

Thanks for the ask!

[hannagoldworthy]

Renegade 5

(There's a lot of coordination needed in building a collective of crime syndicates...ergo, there's a lot of filler in between action chapters. I threw in a romantic flashback to balance that out, as well as some backstory on Barriss, Feral, and Merrin. Also, I tried some subtle foreshadowing, and a little on-the-fly worldbuilding as usual.)

(Barriss goes into detail about the brain worm incident, and talks about lingering physical symptoms of the attack, including depression and suicidal ideation. Dathomir's oh-so-lovely rape culture is mentioned obliquely. Also, a bit more of Merrin's personal trauma comes into play, so be warned of that.)

With the progress that had occurred in her and Maul’s relationship, there came a few necessary adjustments with day-to-day life on the ship. The biggest of these was, understandably, bunk assignments. Barriss liked the Hutt bed. Barriss liked being included in the communal sleeping pattern, as long as Maul and Merrin did not snarl and snap at each other too much over which of them got to sleep next to her. Barriss felt that this way of sleeping – integral to Dathomirian culture and acceptable amongst close family on Mirial to shelter from the cold – was one of the best ways to keep this odd little clan happy and healthy in regards to their sleep schedule.

However, there were certain activities that were very much not communal in nature which were also part of a new marriage, and which she therefore wanted to keep away from the Hutt bed. She was also adamant that the medbay cot be kept sanitized as much as possible, and it wasn’t terribly comfortable for even one person to sleep on for too long anyway. That left one of the drawer-beds, which were cozy enough with one sleeper; with two people, they could become a bit…close.

Fortunately, Maul liked being close. So did Barriss, at least when she was awake. Their first midday sleep-cycle on Maridun passed peacefully enough with him holding her from behind and purring into her hair, and her catching up on some reading while he slept, letting him snuggle to his hearts’ content.

The second cycle, however, the feeling was pleasant enough that Barriss unwittingly dropped into a nap. She startled awake some minutes later, coughing and retching; she cried out as she hit her head against the ceiling, and fell back in a daze.

“…Are you all right?”

A half-circle of yellow light illuminated the wall of the bunk in front of her, and Barriss sighed. “I woke you.”

The light was extinguished briefly as Maul closed his eyes, and slowly reappeared as he opened them again. “Come here,” he said softly, tugging at the arm on the side upon which she was resting, indicating he wanted her to turn over. Gingerly, she did so, and found herself maneuvered until she laid face-down with her head resting over her husband’s hearts, a kiss pressed gently to the developing bruise on her head.

“Was it Geonosis again?” he asked, running the fingers of one hand tenderly through her hair.

He was moving in the same pattern he did when he stroked his horns to self-comfort after a nightmare, even though she didn’t have horns. Barriss felt tears prick her eyes, and she buried her face in his chest, trying not to sob. What had she done to deserve the immensity of love conveyed in that one gesture?

“Oh, my dear,” he murmured, a quiet purr trilling through his voice. “Would it help if you talked about it?”

The gag reflex niggled at her brain again; she inhaled his sweet scent to try and chase the impulse away. “I don’t know,” she replied frankly. “I’ve never discussed it with anyone before. It was just…so terrible. I didn’t want my Master or my friends to have to imagine it.”

“Well, you know that I’ve lived through some terrible things. I doubt you could surprise me.”

She sat up, gazing down into his luminescent eyes as she pondered that idea. “Are you certain?”

He worked his mouth into a little half-grin, lifting his chin cockily. “I ate garbage and whatever was in the garbage for twelve years. I can handle hearing your war stories.”

Barriss chuckled despite herself; he was trying so hard. “It makes me want to puke just thinking about it.”

“If you feel that way, hum that little tune you like so much, the one you use when you clean the medbay. It’ll stop the urge.”

She frowned quizzically down at him. “I hum when I clean the medbay?”

“You have a lovely voice.”

“How long have I done that?”

“As long as I’ve known you, at least…but, do you want to discuss your dream, or not?”

Barriss stared into Maul’s eyes for a long while. It wasn’t that she doubted his ability to hear this; she had seen the state of him on Lotho Minor, had combed through his broken mind, healed his mutilated body as best she could, and massaged his back when the phantom pains struck. She doubted her ability to tell this story more than anything – this part of her past was something…very hurtful, to her. But he was earnest in his desire to help, and, well, he was her husband. She knew a great many of his secrets, even things he did not acknowledge about himself; it only seemed right that he learned something more about her.

“All right,” she said at last. “You remember how I told you about the Geonosian brain worms.” He nodded carefully. “Well…I still dream about it, sometimes.”

“And that was the nightmare you had just now.”

She nodded, swallowing down the urge to cough. “After the second Battle of Geonosis, I and Ahsoka Tano – yes, that Ahsoka, stop sneering – were assigned to ferry supplies to Ord Cestus Medstation, where they would be delivered to Master Mace Windu’s troops on the front. The squad of clone troopers assigned to go with us somehow picked up a number of Queen Karina’s eggs; they were probably planted, but we were not sure how. They tried to infest us as well, as we were the commanders; we were able to fend off the first attack, but we had to split up so that we could stop the ship and warn the rest of the fleet about the threat. I went to disable the thrusters, and, I was captured.”

She stopped to take in a deep breath, steeling herself for the worst part. Maul’s hand caressed the side of her face, and she leaned into his touch, grateful for his patience.

“It entered through my nose,” she said, humming the first few bars of the Mirialan lullaby that sometimes went through her head when she was distracted with work. “It had to break the cartilage in the bridge of my nose in order to go into my sinus cavity, and chew a hole through my meninges to get to my brain.”

“Meninges?”

“Membranes around the brain which protect it from being infected, in theory,” she was grateful for the definition, as it took her mind off the memory of the sensation of the worm invading her skull. “I didn’t feel anything when it entered my brain proper, but it made me…it took over and propelled me like some sort of meat-droid.” She laid her head on Maul’s chest, taking another deep breath, humming the next verse of the song when her stomach roiled. “I wanted to die,” she said.

His purring faltered, but began anew, stronger this time; the slow circles he was rubbing into her back did not pause. “You had been gravely violated,” he replied. “It is understandable that you might have wanted that.”

“Yes, but…even after Ahsoka figured out the worm’s body would shut down in extreme cold, even after she killed it, even while I was being treated…I had daily nosebleeds, for weeks. I had migraines which made me go blind and deaf; one of the clones who survived the attack died of meningitis when he didn’t respond to treatment. I wondered if dying might not have been less painful.”

“Perhaps,” another kiss was pressed to her temple, “but I’m glad you’re here now.”

***

Barriss awoke again in the night almost two weeks later, reaching for the box she’d set up as a bedside table in the Mandalorian camp. She’d taken to keeping a small bottle of hand sanitizer in her sleeping quarters so that she could sniff it to quell the gag reflex triggered by the memory of the worm entering her sinuses instead of, say, hitting her head to distract her system. The nausea liked to linger, however; she hummed the lullaby again, trying to recall the feeling of warm hands rubbing her back and shoulders.

A weight that was not hers shifted behind her, in a bed she did not share. In a flash of instinct, Barriss whirled, intending to squirt hand sanitizer directly into the intruder’s eyes; fortunately for Merrin, her reflexes were quick enough that she caught the astringent liquid with one chalk-white hand.

“Stop,” the girl whispered. “It’s me, Barriss, it’s me!”

Barriss took a deep breath and let it out. “What are you doing here, Merrin? You’re supposed to be asleep in your own bed.”

Merrin held her own elbows, looking down in response to the rebuke. “These barbarians expect me to sleep alone,” she said defensively. “They give Feral such looks if I sleep next to him…what do they expect him to do?”

“They probably think I’ll take advantage of you,” Feral’s voice replied, as his two glowing eyes appeared over the edge of the bed; he had been sitting on the floor, resting his head against the mattress of Barriss’s cot. “They don’t realize just how backwards they have it.”

“I am too young to Claim a mate as of yet,” Merrin replied, as if that should be obvious. “You have nothing to worry about until my first…” She cut off her sentence and clamped her hands over her sensitive ears when klaxons started to sound throughout the camp.

Feral scowled up at the accompanying lights. “I guess that means they’ve returned,” he said, raising his voice so that Barriss could hear him.

Barriss automatically sunk into clone hand signals.

“What?” Feral yelled.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m leaving! Count to ten once I’m gone, and then sneak out! Do NOT be seen here!”

“But…?”

“DO AS I SAY!”

“Yes, Mother!”

Since Barriss slept with her clothes on when she was assigned early medical shifts, she was out the door and almost to the landing platform before she could process that particular statement. Stang; she’d deserted the military and left behind the rank of General, only to rise to the highest rank Dathomir had to offer almost entirely by accident. She couldn’t even succeed in failing properly, could she?

Well, that conversation would have to wait until after they’d finished unloading supplies and setting up camp for what appeared to be an entire battalion of Black Sun enforcers, plus their hangers-on. And that process was beginning to look like it would take hours. The Mandalorians kept their helmets firmly on, having heard about the strong pheromones which Falleen could emit at will to influence another’s emotional state; they tended to work with each other, and not the Falleen. The Falleen were no better; they tended to look down upon most humanoids as lesser creatures since they could be so easily swayed by pheromones. As a result, the work effort was somewhat disjointed, as both sides refused to blink in this stand-off.

Barriss eyed the proceedings warily, trying to discern where she could most usefully lend a hand. After a moment, her attention was drawn to a slow procession from one designated Black Sun transport; Falleen guards were surrounding a group of about five noblewomen, judging by the intricate patterns on their facial filters and the multiple scarves adorning their heads. But why would they bring along so many noncombatants in the middle of a military operation…?

“Looks like you get to play midwife, Doc,” Bo-Katan murmured, sidling up next to Barriss, her external comms lowered as much as physically possible. “We have a bunch of rebreathers in stock, if you need them.”

“I appreciate your concern, but I don’t think that will be necessary. Falleen consider it rude to influence other Falleen with their pheromones without express consent.”

“You’re not Falleen.”

“But, there’s quite enough Falleen here that I am surrounded by them, and any attempt to affect me, or anyone else for that matter, will also affect one of theirs.” Barriss studied Bo-Katan’s painted convor-face quietly. “Keeping your helmets on lets them intimidate you into submission even without pheromones, however. Removing the helmets will expose their empty threat for what it is.”

“…Huh. You’re slyer than I thought you were.” Bo-Katan followed the suggestion, and flicked a glance at the procession, shaking her head. “I don’t get some people,” she said softly, leaning into Barriss’s ear. “Who sees that the entire galaxy is at war and decides it’s time to make babies?”

“Oh, that’s right…their mating season was several months ago. I’d forgotten.”

Bo rolled her eyes. “You’d think they’d skip it for one year.”

“They can’t. It only happens every ten years or so, and the Black Sun’s numbers have been severely depleted by the war.” Barriss curtseyed respectfully as the procession passed them, and received a few approving nods from the guards for doing so. “Not to mention, the Falleen patients I’ve treated have described the urge as akin to the need to eliminate waste; it’s not something they can just ignore without repercussion.”

Bo raised an eyebrow appraisingly. “How many Falleen have you treated?”

“Five,” Bo did not need to know that those five had been Jedi.

“Not bad. Don’t they stick to their own planet if they’re not involved with the Black Sun?”

“There are civilians as well, typically merchants; isolationism doesn’t put food on the table in times like these.”

The Mandalorian looked closely at her. “I imagine your people learned that the hard way.”

Barriss nodded, struggling not to bite the inside of her cheek and show her irritation visibly; this woman had a lot of nerve to talk like that when her organization had capitalized upon Mirial’s situation without regret.

“Well,” Bo said after a couple of heartbeats, “I’d best get to work before someone calls me out on my laziness. See ya around.”

Barriss let her go with a briefly raised hand, having noticed a bit of vermillion cloth lying on the ground. It was a scarf, long and sheer…probably something one of the noblewomen had dropped. She bent and snatched it up, hurrying after the procession; it was soft between her fingertips, and filled with the faint, fragrant smell of a common neutralizing perfume Fallen used to cancel out pheromones when in close quarters.

“Did one of you drop this?” she asked, holding up the scarf when she had reached the procession. After a bit of whispering, an elegant green hand draped in shades of expensive red reached out from behind the guards.

“Thank you, child,” said a strong mezzo-soprano.

“My pleasure,” she replied with another curtsy.

Barriss and the Falleen noblewomen moved in their separate ways after that; but, the Mandalorians had seen her deliberately initiate close contact with the Falleen, and were obviously gossiping like mad over the internal comm system. Good; perhaps it would embolden them to act more like comrades-in-arms.

***

It took five hours to get everyone situated; by the time the work was done, it was barely dawn on this side of Zanbar, and Barriss was famished. She meant to slip into the mess hall, grab a shuura pear, and leave to try and catch a few more winks before her shift, but when the scent of scrambled nuna eggs hit her nostrils her stomach growled audibly. Barriss sighed, took a tray, and filled it with eggs and fruit, not trusting that any of the meat provided would come from ritually pure livestock; ruefully, she also filled a mug with coffee even though she knew she would regret it when she actually had to drink it. She’d need to obtain the energy to work through her early shift from somewhere besides sleep.

Feral was sitting alone, his plate piled with just about every variety of meat offered. Moved with pity for his seclusion – Maul and Savage were talking strategy with the other faction leaders, leaving him behind again – Barriss sat across the table from him. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Feral paused with his glass halfway to his lips, watching as she bowed her head and quickly said her typical breakfast prayer. “Is there poison in this which I am not aware of?”

“Hmm? Oh…no, not that I can see. I’m just giving my gods my thanks for the food; not everyone has that in these times.” She eyed the shuura pear, a favorite of hers; Dex’s Diner hadn’t even been able to get the flavor syrup to make the soda she liked most once the war started. The fact that a militant extremist group like Death Watch was able to obtain it did not bode well, but voicing any complaints about their methods was a good way to out herself as a Jedi.

Feral watched her thoughtfully for a moment, and then carefully extended his cup out toward her. “What about in here?”

“Isn’t that grape juice?”

“Yes?”

“Are grapes toxic to your people, or am I thinking about Togruta?”

“Togruta are the species with the horns on their head that are actually ears, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then you are thinking of them. Your friend did not drink hot cocoa even though Savage did; I thought she was just distrustful, but…”

“No, she was avoiding a toxin.” Barriss nodded at the cup. “I think that should be fine.” As he took the juice back and cautiously sipped from it, she glanced around to make sure no one was watching, emitting a small suggestion in the Force to prevent most from listening too carefully. “How’s Merrin?”

Feral smiled. “Out like a light; she was exhausted. I’m sorry for the scare – she does sleep better with others, and…well, she used to sleep next to me all the time, but she can’t do that now.”

Barriss swallowed a morsel of egg, studying his face carefully. “She didn’t…you know…”

His eyes widened. “No…hah, gods no,” he replied with a chuckle. “Like she said, she’s far too young for that. No, she was just assigned to guard me because she was the fiercest Fendress in training, and I was Mother Talzin’s final son. She had to be choosy with whom she allowed to be my mate; she couldn’t just let any Sister into my sickroom to have her way with me. Gods know a few tried even when told not to.” Feral shook his head sadly. “Let’s just say that Merrin had grown fairly creative with her defensive tactics. I dare say they were thinking of giving her the Fendress name early.”

Barriss felt the familiar steely frisson of contempt for Nightsisters embitter her mouth. She took a sip of coffee so that she could blame the look on her face on its taste…and felt her eyebrows hit her hairline. “Stars.”

Feral chewed on a slice of bacon. “Bad?”

“No, good, which is weird,” Barriss noted. “I’ve never in my life had a cup of coffee I actually liked. I’ll have to ask where they got…never mind, I’m drifting away from the subject.” She sighed. “So, Merrin isn’t planning on Claiming you when she gets old enough?”

“Barriss,” Feral met her eyes firmly, “she lost her intended to Grievous.”

Every time she heard anything about Dathomir, she was certain her heart broke even more. “She’s twelve.”

“The match had been arranged by both of their mothers since they were babies, but they’d loved each other anyway. Ilyana died in the first assault; I know, because Merrin felt it happen while she was standing watch over me, and fainted. Neither of us registered on the droid scanners, and so we were saved.” Feral absently gnawed on a sausage, his gaze distant. “I’m all she has left of the Old Ways, really; even Savage is…different, since he left Dathomir. If she Claims me, she has to kill me, and if she does that, almost everything she has come to associate with home and family is gone.”

Barriss tilted her head so that she could properly side-eye him. “Then why does she like me so much?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Do you really not know?”

Mother…the girl had called her Mother. Barriss sighed. “I’m going to have to talk to her…”

***

“I think the orange guy and the green girl are into each other.”

Teraslyn Kast looked over her shoulder at the two talking Outsiders, rolled her eyes, and flicked her cousin on the forehead. “Rook, you’re pathetic.”

“No, they’re talking and laughing! I really think they’d make a good couple!”

Gar Saxon (who was another cousin on Tera’s mother’s side) shoved Rook good-naturedly. “You’re just saying that because you’re after Maul.”

“Like you’re not? The man is gorgeous.” Rook smirked. “I’m going to encourage this. Young love needs our support.”

“You’re delusional.”

“No, I am a genius. And they’re supposed to be our friends now, right?” The dark-haired Mandalorian grinned into her coffee. “Fixing my friends up with each other is my love language.”

“No, broadcasting your friends’ personal lives around the camp is your love language.”

“It got Savage to talk to you, didn’t it?”

[mortallyclearwonderland]

Star Wars Alien Species - Zeltron

Zeltros was a planet in the Inner Rim, and the homeworld of the Zeltron race.

In accordance with that species' reputation, Zeltros was known as a luxury world, where many went to vacation, owing to the planet's abundance of pleasurable facilities ranging from amusement parks to theaters, night clubs, and much more. There was almost always a planet-wide party occurring, and even when it wasn't, the Zeltrons were looking for a reason to throw one. Like Naboo, it was ruled by an elective monarchy.

The planet joined the Galactic Republic by 4000 BBY. Despite its famous atmosphere of leisure, Zeltros maintained a substantial defense force, although it lacked planetary shielding and was susceptible to orbital bombardments. The planet was invaded twelve times in six centuries before a battle in 4 ABY.

During the Cold War between the Republic and the reconstituted Sith Empire, Zeltros was the site of a pazaak tournament that offered valuable and rare prices for the winner.

The planet was never taken over by the Empire. To date, almost every invasion of Zeltros, save for a chain of three invasions shortly after the Battle of Endor, broke apart when the invaders made it planetside, the pheromones and party atmosphere overwhelming them.

Of those three, the first was an invasion by the insectile Hiromi, who succeeded in taking over a large kitchen in the royal palace (arguably because the Zeltrons didn't notice, or didn't care), before being interrupted by a successful invasion by the nearly emotionless Nagai, who were interrupted by a third invasion of the Tofs, their natural enemies, resulting in the Nagai (and the Hiromi) allying with the others on Zeltros (including several notable Alliance and Imperial members) to drive the Tofs back, resulting in one of the largest parties in history, no mean feat by Zeltron standards.

The planet was a member of the Alliance of Free Planets and also a New Republic stronghold during the Thrawn campaign.

During the Yuuzhan Vong War, Zeltros was attacked by the Yuuzhan Vong and the Ailon Nova Guard.

During the Second Imperial Civil War, the scarcity of items caused the output of Hutt Queen Jool's illegal activities to skyrocket, allowing her to build the Paradise cantina on Zeltros. She noted that the Zeltrons were great partygoers and were very attractive, two things from which her business would profit.

Zeltron culture was highly influenced by sexuality and the pursuit of pleasure in general. Most of their art and literature was devoted to the subject, producing some of the raciest pieces in the galaxy. They looked upon monogamy as a quaint, but impractical, practice. They were also very gifted with holograms, and were the creators of Hologram Fun World. Their Elixir of Infatuation was notorious for its powerful amorous effects.

Zeltrons were known to dress in wildly colorful or revealing attire. It was common to see Zeltrons wearing shockingly bright shades of neon colors in wildly designed bikinis, or nearly skin tight clothing of other sorts with bizarre color designs, patterns, and symbols.

Zeltrons were often stereotyped as lazy thrill-seekers, owing to their hedonistic pursuits. Indeed, their homeworld of Zeltros thrived as a luxury world and "party planet," as much for their own good as for others. If anyone wasn't having a good time on Zeltros, the Zeltrons would certainly know of it, and would do their best to correct it. Though their first inclination was to love, if pushed to do so, Zeltrons could prove to be formidable warriors.

Zeltrons were one of the few near-Human races who had differentiated from the baseline stock enough to be considered a new species of the Human genus, rather than simply a subspecies. They possessed two biological traits of note. The first was that they all produce potent pheromones, similar to the Falleen species, which enhanced their attractiveness and likeability. The second was a limited telepathic ability, used to project emotions onto others, as well as allowing them to read and even feel the emotions of others; some Zeltrons were hired by the Exchange for this ability. Because of their telepathic ability, positive emotions such as happiness, love and pleasure became very important to them, while negative ones such as anger, fear, or depression were shunned.

Another difference between Zeltrons and Humans was the presence of a second liver, which allowed Zeltrons to enjoy a larger number of alcoholic beverages than other humanoids.

It was said that Zeltrons tended to look familiar to other people, even if they had never met them. Most Zeltrons were in excellent physical shape, and their incredible metabolisms allowed them to eat even the richest of foods.

A typical Zeltron male stands at 1.8 meters or 5.9 feet tall and weighs 70 kilograms or 154 pounds, while a typical Zeltron female stands at 1.65 meters or 5.4 feet tall and weighs 55 kilograms or 121 pounds.

Zeltron age at the following stages:

1 - 11 Child

12 - 18 Young Adult

19 - 49 Adult

50 - 64 Middle Age

65 - 79 Old

Examples of Names: Adriav, Arno, Bahb, Dani, Deliah, Froedi, Heigren, Impella, Jahn, Jahz, Jakira, Joi, Kainae, Kieral, Leonie, Maeve, Mahd, Marrue, Nerus, Opalica, Rahuhl, Rhajani, Sian, Soleil, Spenori, Tamair, Tanai, Trix, Welarem, Yahja.

Languages: Although Zeltrons have many ancient languages, they prefer to learn and speak Basic. Given their dealings with a variety of cultures, their speech is often littered with crosslingual idioms.

[the-art-block]

Aliit’alor of Clan Solusulos Species: Falleen Gender: Female Age: 28

The Solusulos An enigmatic and private clan. Not much is known about the Solusulos’s origins, but all available accounts speak to the competence and efficiency of their people in all aspects of coordination. In combat, they have been seen to operate with split-second adaptability, regardless of the number of clanmates they’re co-operating with. The clan portrays a very polite disposition in social spheres, and will show other Mandalorians the utmost hospitality when visiting among them. It is noted however, that none of the clan has been seen without their buy'ce either by outsiders or other Mando'ade. This has been attributed to internal Solusulos culture.

Core Species Human Twi’lek Trandoshan Nautolan Weequay

[oc-ask-demon-archival]

The OC Ask Succubus whispers in your ear:

Does your OC have a thing for any inhuman features (ie horns/wings/etc…)? Is there a form of extraspecies (mermaid/harpy/arachne/etc…) that your OC might have a particular interest in? And for both, why is this particular thing/type in their interest?

(much obliged for the idea)

Aaahh, sneaky sneaky, my succubus friend, but thank you for the ask!! I hope your day is going well! 💜 (For those who don’t know, I came up with the base idea for this question)

This one isn’t too lewd, but will still be under a cut because it’s long.

Azrael has a distinct thing for wings, given how they craved wings of their own for so long, and were only granted them upon ascension. This led to a particular interest in species such as aasimar, other winged tieflings, and the like. But, specifically back-sprouting wings, not the arm mounted ones like an Arakocra (ara-ara cock-ra more like it)

Atrapas grew up in a more elf dominated society, and worships a drow goddess, so they definitely have a thing for elves. Not really much beyond that, although they have a slight fascination with Yuan-Ti women… unhinging the jaw and all.

Altrea’s main partner is a mermaid named Lucinda, who can transform between tailed form and legs using magic. This has led the two of them to… experiment with the tail, seeing what kinky and fun things they can do. They haven’t experienced many other species, otherwise. Mutant-kind is also very versatile, but their core group isn’t very…. deviated?

Kaolae has a passion for other species with horns, primarily Iridonian Zabraks. Growing up as one of the few Dathomirians to have horns, they’ve read a lot about how some Zabrak cultures lock horns as a sign of emotional vulnerability or intimacy (it’s a fanon thing but I love it). Although they met a Theelin woman once, and were absolutely taken with her and how she looked.

Roy’ao… probably has the most species they like. It’s not a single overall feature, but they’re attracted to many alien types. Twi’lek, Togruta,, Theelin, Mirialan, Falleen even… But their biggest has to be Zeltrons. The funky skin tone, mixed with the natural pheromones and telepathy! Sign them up!

@oc-ask-succubus (also I need a custom tag for you…)

[aces-to-apples]

Written for Day 6: Fantasy of Codywan Week 2020 @codywanweek

Here on AO3

Rating: Mature Category: M/M Relationship: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Alpha-17 Is Only Here For A Hot Second RIP, Fae & Fairies, Changelings, Changeling Cody, Discussions of Child Murder, Canon-Typical Awful Treatment of Clones

“of fey birth”

When he finally met his promised commander, Obi-Wan was shocked to see that he had green eyes.

From what he understood about the Kaminoans, and what he’d gleaned from Alpha-17’s comments over the course of their relationship, he’d expected at least the first several “batches” after Alpha-17’s to be completely devoid of mutation or discrepancy. It seemed to be a matter of pride for the cloners, for their “products” to be as close to the original as possible.

But CC-2224—Commander Cody, as he introduced himself after Alpha-17 had moved on—had the most brilliant emerald eyes that Obi-Wan had ever seen. The lurid scar that framed one of them paled in comparison.

The commander, unlike his Alpha class trainer, turned out to be a quietly competent man with a warm smile and a sly sense of humor. Obi-Wan ended up comming Alpha-17 a few weeks into their first campaign together and accusing the ARC trooper of trying to sabotage him. There was simply no way, to his mind, that a student of Alpha-17, who came specifically recommended by the man in question, could be as perfectly suited to him in temperament as Commander Cody was. Soon, he must reveal himself to be some sort of agent of Alpha-17’s revenge for being a pain in the ARC’s neck.

Alpha-17 had hung up on him.

He commed back ten minutes later, just long enough to tell him that they deserved each other, and then hung up once more.

Eventually, Cody did relax his icy professionalism, but all that was revealed underneath it was one of the best men that Obi-Wan had ever been blessed to know. He proved himself to be a stalwart commander, a terrifying warrior, and the truest of friends. As time went on, and their relationship grew and changed and eventually deepened, Obi-Wan learned that his green eyes had nearly been his downfall.

“I was decanted with brown eyes, but they turned green a couple months before my batch was slated for its first accelerated growth cycle,” Cody mused into the quiet darkness of Obi-Wan’s quarters. Sprawled across his bare chest and thoroughly sated by their lovemaking, Obi-Wan nuzzled his temple rather than respond. “Green eyes are bad luck to the Longnecks, so they were going to cull me before Fett stepped in. Said they were just green eyes, a little bit of mutated pigment, nothing to decommission a functional unit over.”

He dragged the pads of his fingers up and down the skin of Obi-Wan’s back in dizzying patterns as he spoke, his voice a hypnotic lull.

“I’m so sorry, my dear,” Obi-Wan sighed, brushing butterfly kisses across his face. “A galaxy without your presence would be immeasurably darker.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Cody hummed doubtfully, a grin spreading across his face. “That so? You know, far be it from me to turn down such a well-crafted compliment,” he said, pulling Obi-Wan impossibly tighter, “but you do know that I’m a sure thing, don’t you?”

“You’re the surest thing in the universe,” Obi-Wan admitted, breathless, never able to catch his breath when Cody looked at him like that. “The surest thing in my universe, certainly.”

Cody’s own breath had stuttered in his chest at the declaration, searching Obi-Wan’s face for only he knew what, before bearing down on him and ceasing all further conversation for quite awhile. After that, Obi-Wan watched him a bit more carefully when he could spare the attention, looking for whatever the Kaminoans thought they saw.

Superstitions, he’d come to learn, were often based in something, if not necessarily the absolute truth. He ended up with little more than an amusing, if also baffling, list of idiosyncrasies.

A voracious appetite that never seemed to diminish regardless of Cody’s actual level of exertion throughout the day; the man ate just as much after sex as he did after a battle as he did after a day of relaxation. His encyclopedic knowledge of the most obscure subjects for no discernible reason. The nearly-irresistible impulse to cause minor mischief, noticeably when Anakin’s Captain Rex was present, but also when he was ostensibly alone.

Obi-Wan once walked in on him rearranging a particularly fastidious brother’s collection of outdated credit chits for no other reason than to bask in his shrieks of outrage at the start of the next shift.

Of course, on one notable occasion, he’d also interrupted a rather vigorous Rylothian dance. That incident had resulted in quite a pleasant, if exhausting, afternoon together.

Further little things, like his adamant refusal to wear a piece of clothing inside-out or the way he never directly lied, were noted and discarded as adherence to regulations or a stringent sense of propriety. Others, like his strange allergy to alloys like durasteel, were puzzled over without answer.

His attachment to a little silver bell gifted to him by a grateful Falleen child they saved from a Separatist ambush was simply odd.

The commander himself seemed endlessly amused by Obi-Wan’s study, always teasing him with theories from this culture or that, striking ridiculous poses and issuing absurd demands when they were alone. Occasionally, said poses were obscene and said demands were salacious, enough to have even the famed Negotiator blushing. He never took offense at being the subject of study, for which Obi-Wan was always grateful.

It would no doubt have continued like that, nothing more than a game between lovers, had they not been lured and trapped in an underground cave by Grievous. The exit destroyed, the rest of their squad killed in the blast, too deep underground for their comms to penetrate.

The first day in the absolute darkness was unpleasant but bearable.

At the dawn of the second, Obi-Wan swore to an injured Cody that he could hear music, of all things.

What happened next was left in something of a haze, and one that Obi-Wan promised Cody he would not try to pierce, once they returned. He let Cody spin a web of half-truths and implications to satisfy both medical personnel and superiors alike. The story—of Obi-Wan wandering off during the night, convinced either through Force-echoes of the long-dead or sensory deprivation that they were not alone, and Cody determinedly following and rescuing him from some local fauna—was near enough to the truth to almost be true.

The blisters on his feet, the ache of his vocal chords, and the phantom scent of sweet summer wine in his nose at odds moments, all told a slightly different tale.

He said nothing that was not true in his own reports but that didn’t mean he told them everything that he knew to be true. Like that Cody’s eyes burned with emerald fire, the same as his mother’s, when he was angry, or that his sisters had his warm laugh and husky singing voice. That he had the bearing of a haughty prince when his authority was challenged. That he ate of the food and drank of the wine and danced and sang to the music and left the merry gathering without hesitation, without looking back.

The night of their return, after they’d both been given a reasonably clean bill of health and several days of mandatory rest, Cody had kissed him like he was afraid he might yet be lost.

He stripped them both and pressed Obi-Wan down onto sheets that were softer and pillows that were plusher than they should have been. His hands were firm and his voice soft and when he pushed inside Obi-Wan’s body, he breathed a name into his ear with so much trust, it was almost pain.

They moved together, frantic in their need to possess and be possessed in turn, and Obi-Wan came with Kotela on his lips, feeling a rush of energy and power that he could never in his life describe. When Cody opened his eyes again, they flickered and glowed like firelight.

[aion-rsa]

Star Wars: The Bad Batch Episode 5 Easter Eggs Explained

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This Star Wars: The Bad Batch article contains spoilers.

“Rampage” brings the Bad Batch to Ord Mantell, where underworld player Cid hires them to rescue a child named Muchi from slavers. Muchi turns out to not be what they expected, and the bounty hunt nets them more than they bargained for.

Along with the new characters come a wide variety of connections to other parts of the saga, as well as some video game in-jokes. Take a look at all the Star Wars references and connections we found this week:

Cid and Rhea Perlman

– Cheers comic legend Rhea Perlman makes her Star Wars debut as the criminal Cid. As Lucasfilm Development & Franchise guru Pablo Hidalgo points out, she’s the third Cheers veteran to join the space opera.

– The name Cid is the latest in a line of Star Wars–Final Fantasy cultural exchanges. The video game series has long referenced Star Wars in its stories, like featuring characters named Wedge and Biggs in many of the games. The Bad Batch seems to be nodding to that by featuring Cid, since a character named Cid appears in almost every main Final Fantasy game.

Stream your Star Wars favorites right here!

Muchi the Rancor

– Muchi isn’t the same rancor as the famous one who Luke Skywalker fights and kills in Return of the Jedi. That creature was named Pateesa, and he was similarly procured by the crime lord’s majordomo Bib Fortuna. Jabba’s Palace presumably needs multiple rancors to keep up with the demand for eating people who have been thrown into pits.

– Rancors are a reptilian species native to the planet Dathomir, which is also home to the Force-using sect known as the Witches of Dathomir. Rancors are “semi-sentient,” or not quite as self-aware as a person but no mental push-over either. As demonstrated in this episode, they follow a pack hierarchy and will obey people or rancors they see as dominant over them.

Bib Fortuna and Jabba the Hutt

– Jabba the Hutt’s majordomo appears in younger form in The Bad Batch. He debuted in Return of the Jedi as the first on-screen member of his species, the Twi’leks.

– He’s voiced by Matthew Wood, who also portrayed him in The Phantom Menace and works as a Lucasfilm sound editor. Wood most recently portrayed the character on The Mandalorian, when Boba Fett unceremoniously dispatched him at the end of season 2.

Ord Mantell

– The name of the planet Ord Mantell might be familiar. Throughout both canon and the old Legends continuity, it’s known as a hotbed of criminals and bounty hunters, and Han Solo mentions it in The Empire Strikes Back, saying he ran into a bounty hunter there.

– Ord Mantell is one of the planets players can visit in The Old Republic, and in Shadows of the Empire — Dash Rendar also finds trouble there.

– In canon, Darth Maul’s criminal forces fought the Confederacy of Independent Systems on Ord Mantell as part of the dark-side in-fighting into which Maul dragged his Shadow Collective criminal syndicate.

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Enemies, Aliens, and Other Easter Eggs

– Zygerrian slavers first appeared in The Clone Wars episode “Kidnapped.” Their slavery business is state-sponsored, with their queen trying to build an empire on the backs of captured people.

They first appeared in the roleplaying game sourcebook The Star Wars Sourcebook in 1987, where they were described as humans with spikes on their faces and some other minor cosmetic differences. For The Clone Wars, executive producer Dave Filoni wanted to avoid them looking like live-action aliens from a show with a limited budget, so he redesigned them, using coyotes as inspiration.

– The Zygerrians ride a brezak, a giant “reptavian” (the term used to describe a type of animal that is both reptile and avian) that first appeared in The Clone Wars episode “Slaves of the Republic.”

– Two of the three people the Bad Batch rescue from the slavers are Falleen, a species long associated with the Star Wars underworld. They were first represented by the infamous Prince Xizor in Shadows of the Empire, who could use pheromones to manipulate people.

But one of the most recent appearances by this species was Ziton Moj, leader of the Black Sun syndicate during the time when it was part of Maul’s crime ring.

– Bib Fortuna is accompanied by Gamorreans, pig-like aliens who often appear as enforces and also accompanied him in Return of the Jedi.

– Wrecker mentions the Bad Batch’s mission being as easy as a “simple smash and grab that time on Kuat.” Kuat is another relatively well-known Expanded Universe planet, site of a tactically important shipyard.

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[umbrellacam]

Thank you for the tag, @falleen, this was fun!

Rule: answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to get to know better/catch up with!

Three ships: I’m going to cheat and do three for my current fandom, and then three for other fandoms, just for variety.

Star Wars: obikin (my original prequels ship all the way back to when I sat in that theater in 2005, in absolute tears over the Mustafar divorce scene. YOU WERE MY BROTHER ANAKIN, I LOVED YOU – I HATE YOU – their relationship and their love for each other shaped the course of the galaxy, I will never be over it), codywan (this has snuck up on me more and more since I backslid into Star Wars fandom and started watching TCW. They’re so dutiful and devoted and affectionate! The wartime angst and the potential abuse of chain of command angst and the Order 66 angst! The mutual pining, self-denial, and self-sacrifice! I adore them) and jangobi (listen: Temuera Morrison sexy. Obi-Wan and Jango eye-fucking and then horizontally tangoing on Kamino in AotC. The thousand-and-one interesting AU jump-off points. The inherent eroticism of enemies fighting and then learning to trust each other. CHEMISTRY!) ...Yes, I recognize I have a multishipping-Obi-Wan problem, I am (definitely not) working on it.

Other Fandoms: I have - so many. I’ll go with some of the more recent ones: mchanzo (Overwatch; anachronistic cowboy/samurai archer in a futuristic setting; two weary men trying to make up for past sins), jonerys (aSoIaF; tHe tHeMaTiC PaRRaLleLs, star-crossed leaders with too many burdens and long, painful roads behind them uniting to save the world, DRAGONS; no I will never forgive Game of Thrones for fucking this up along with literally everything else), and hualian (TGCF; they invented love, what can I say). Overall, I’d say I have a weakness for devotion in ships.

Last song: Coffee In Bed by Pentatonix, my favorite acapella wizard superstars.

Last movie: Pixar’s Soul, which I thought was funny, cute and clever but had pacing and thematic issues along with reaching ambitious new heights of abstraction (impressive for a studio that already has a movie about anthropomorphic emotions in its repetoire), so it didn’t end up landing as strongly for me as some other Pixar movies. Still worth watching!

Currently watching: I don’t watch tons of TV, but I’m making my way through TCW (yes, still >_> I’m currently stuck halfway through Season 5, just before the Mandalore arc. I keep chickening out of opening the next episode because of the buckets of angst that I know are upcoming – all the way through to the end of the series, GAH.) I also just started Word of Honor, a recent BL-novel-based wuxia cdrama that is a lot of fun so far.

Currently reading: I tend to tear through fiction that I find really engaging to the point of not sleeping, so stuff doesn’t stay ‘current’ for long. On a slower burn, I’m listening to the audiobook for Darth Plagueis, picking my way through the first Jedi Apprentice book, and using Rianovsky’s A History of Russia as pre-bed reading. I’m also twelve (12) pages into Anna Karenina, because my dad apparently thinks I’m in need of further cultural and intellectual enrichment and got it for my birthday, lmao.

Currently craving: Pho. It is safe to say that 50% of my waking life is spent craving pho, sushi, or potatoes in any shape or form. On a less culinary note, I’m craving physical contact, particularly familial hugs and cuddling. Lockdown is rough even for an introvert, yo.

Absolutely no pressure tags: I get anxiety about ‘bothering’ people with this sort of thing even though I always have fun when tagged, so. Totally don’t mind me if this is not your jam!! @mageofcole, @bittodeath, @allisontheknight, @intermundia, @glimmerglanger, and anyone else who’d like to play! I love reading these.

[escaping-thoughts-reviews]

The “High Republic” is already broken and here's why...

After how Disney managed the “sequels” I was very sceptical and honestly weary of them going back in the timeline. Because if they weren’t able to write the OT characters well, what chance did they have to get the old Jedi right? Well, sadly the answer is none. Let’s start with the interview:

Right from the get go, we understand that the people in charge of this project have NOT researched the Old Republic or how the Order worked back then.

There is no reason to state that the Jedi are “the good guys”, they always were. This thought implies that the Jedi that came before or after this period are not and honestly if this is the road they want to take this, I have a few pieces of lore to prove the contrary.

“A memorial on Ruusan will serve as a reminder of how one hundred beings willingly marched off to face certain death so that the rest of the galaxy might live in peace. It will be a powerful symbol to inspire others.”

“The Jedi do not need symbols to inspire them,” Farfalla reminded him. 

“But the rest of the Republic does,” Johun countered. “Symbols give power to ideas, they speak to the hearts and minds of the average person, they help transform abstract values and beliefs into reality.

“This monument glorifies the victory on Ruusan: a victory that came not through the strength of our army, but through the courage, conviction, and sacrifice of Hoth and those who perished with him. It will serve as a shining example to guide the citizens of the Republic in their thoughts and actions.”

- Johun Othone, 900 BBY [Darth Bane: the Rule of Two, Drew Karpyshyn, 2007]

The Jedi were always an inspiration and always fought for the good of the Galaxy.

“Yes, being the only Jedi Knight in the sector gave Kerra other responsibilities. But those didn’t absolve her of her duty to those who had put faith in her.”

- Kerra Holt, 1032 BBY [Errant Knight, John Jackson Miller, 2011]

Here, Kerra puts the lives of those who put their trust in her before her mission, showing that the Jedi were always selfless and compassionate.

“... very ‘human’ - no matter their species”. This is laziness. Pure laziness. 

Every Star Wars reader knows that there are hundreds of different species through out the Galaxy and most of these species act and view the world in very different ways. They have traditions or customs so far removed from what we would consider “human”. To them it’s normal, to us can be percieved as the opposite. To make these aliens “human” is basically writing a human character, reskin them as (example) a Kel Dor, without taking into consideration the culture that species has. For example, a Falleen will have different views from a Togruta or a Hutt. You can’t make them “human” because they’re not. Make them unique characters, but don’t sacrifice their species individuality.

“We’ve put a lot of time and effort into making our Jedi feel real, rounded individuals”. Yeah, I sure hope you did.

You mean as every character should be? Congrats for the bare minimum. The EU did it time and time again and do you see them patting their backs? Mmmh...

“They serve not out of unwavering dogma, but deep passion to protect the light and life.” There is so much wrong in that sentence it’s amazing. 

First, let us remember that the Jedi ARE a religious Order

The Jedi Order was a noble, religious order of protectors united in their devotion to the light side of the Force. [Wookiepedia]

Their “dogma” is part of who the Jedi are and that dogma is what motivates them to do good and never stray from the light side. With this sentence it’s clear that Disney aims to paint those who follow the Code as “NOT good”. To bad that Obi-Wan was one of those Jedi. Was he perfect? No. Was he a bad person? Absolutely NOT. He was flawed, but good.

Second, “passion” has nothing to do with the Jedi, as the Code says: 

There is no passion, there is serenity.

“Passion” is a tool of the Sith. As Yoda states:

“You will know (the good from the bad) when you are calm, at peace. Passive. A Jedi uses the Force for knowledge and defense, never for attack.”

“Some may have not chosen to work with the Jedi they’ve been posted alongside” ... Do these people even know anything of how the Order operates? Clearly not. Jedi are sent on missions by the Jedi Council. They can take the mission or not, but they don’t choose who they work with. The Council does.

If this first part wasn’t evidence enough, let’s take a look to these new Jedi... and may the Force be with us...

(part 2)

[alexsrandomramblings]

I remember I originally based the Caldonen part on this species of lizard that has a subsex that's technically male, biologically speaking, but looks identical to the female members, and partially on David Bowie.

So I ended up deciding that Falleen culturally have a third gender. Might I'll write up a more in-depth post on the subject later on.

[freakydeke15]

Jennix

Art by Cnids on Deviantart

I remember a time when things were good. Food was plentiful, fresh water wasn't a luxury, and money was never a problem. Our ship suffered an air scrubber problem and had to land on a remote outpost. There wasn't much to see as far as culture, but we made the best of it because we did what we were told.

"Every new experience may guide you in future decisions. When you return, you will be leaders. Watch, my children. Learn well."

So I watched. And I learned. And I wandered off to look at the dried up fountain in the square and wound up waking up on the cold floor in a death trap of a transport heading who knows where. The rest of the time I try to blot out, but I have scars. Some physical, some mental, but plenty of them.

The first time he took me was horrific. My fighting and scratching only seemed to egge him on.

"Watch, my children. Learn......"

The second time was equally deplorable, but....I learned. 

The twentieth time allowed me to bathe and have clean clothes.

The fiftieth time allowed me a separate bed and regular meals.

The one hundreth time allowed me to kill him while he slept, slitting his throat silently from ear to ear and watching him bleed out all over his silk sheets. 

I slipped out with a few of his harem with me and stowed away on a supply transport by bedding the pilot. She was most agreeable after that. So much so, that she set me down on a not so disgusting planet and let me stay at her hovel away from home. 

"Watch, my children. Learn....."

I learned a lot from Nomi. Piloting, business, bargaining - but I was never going to make a go of legitimate business, not now. I could never return to my home planet of Falleen- not as tainted as I am now, even with as much as I have 'learned'. The Imperial forces made it even easier on me with the blockade around my home planet.  They also made a few more decisions quite easy for me over the years, but those are stories for another time.  

Nomi and I grew apart, but I had stayed in touch with the other harem workers with which I had escaped. I formulated a plan and went with it. The gambling halls taught me what games were popular, what looks were desirable, and what drugs were the addictions of the day.

"Watch, my children. Learn...."

One day, I will own my own traveling pleasure ship with a game for every gambler and a drug for every addict that can afford it. Flesh, as well as food, will be on the menu, but no one ever will be forced. Until then, I work; sometimes above board and sometimes below it. My employees are with me out of trust, not slavery, and I do not send them to work with anyone I wouldn't be willing to work with myself, even though it is rare now.  

Am I ashamed? No...well, maybe a little. I am ashamed that it took me so long to watch and learn before I killed him, but I still remember the image of his blood soaking the bed and it still makes me smile.

[hannagoldworthy]

Renegade 6

(So, some filler. Barriss and Merrin are starting to hash out their relationship, peace between Death Watch and Black Sun is hard-won through an act of chemical warfare, Savage has a truly awful, no good, very-bad day, and Feral has given up on trying to understand anything that's going on by this point. There is talk of interaction between pregnancy hormones and Falleen pheromones, but nothing terribly explicit.)

For a week, the two organizations of Death Watch and Black Sun danced around each other, setting and breaking camp, squabbling over tent space, trading baubles for alcohol, eying each other distrustfully over cultural disputes involving masks.

Thankfully, Barriss seemed largely forgotten in the hubbub. And that was good, because she wanted to be left to her own devices as much as possible; it was hard enough to adjust to a medical swing-shift schedule again without being watched as if she was in a fishbowl.

She tried not to stomp as she finished up the last few duties before she was allowed off. Her feet were killing her after twelve hours of standing, and she just wanted to curl up on her cot in the storage corner of the med tent and go to sleep. However, she only managed an hour’s nap before she awoke again, shivering violently after a vivid dream of the Geonosian hive tunnels as they had been at night, cold and still. Barriss frowned; those nightmares were triggered either by an intense feeling of chill or exposure. And, as she was on a warm jungle planet, she had to feel exposed, which rang true, considering she was also in a camp full of potential enemies. Stars, but she missed being in the middle of a cuddle pile; she’d always felt safe when with her family.

Well, she was still exhausted, but she wasn’t getting back to sleep anytime soon…the tiny Ahsoka Tano in her head whispered that she might as well check what was cooking in the mess hall. Barriss swung her legs over the edge of the bed and inserted her feet into her boots, only to find that her boots were uncomfortably tight. With a sigh, she rubbed her feet; her extremities had always had a tendency to swell up a little under barometric pressure changes, so, on top of everything else, a storm had to be approaching. Grand…just grand. She tied her laces loosely, and set off to the mess tent, hoping they had something warm that she was permitted to eat so she could grab something and return to bed before any torrential downpour hit.

When she arrived, Merrin sat alone at a table, nursing what appeared to be a cup of hot cocoa and a massive headache. Barriss kept an eye on her as she went through the serving table, getting a promisingly spicy-looking vegetable soup and her own mug of cocoa, which proved to be the real kind, made with rich, ground cacao beans and not the instant stuff the Jedi Temple had had to make do with…where were they getting this stuff? Sliding into the seat across from Merrin, Barriss said her customary prayer, and began eating, knowing that Merrin would be willing to share if she wanted.

“…I don’t know how you can eat, with the rain coming,” the girl groused after a moment.

Barriss shrugged. “I weather storms better when I eat something hot.”

“You must file your horns, then,” Merrin replied miserably, pressing the side of her cup against her forehead instead of drinking it. “Must be nice…”

Barriss tried to wrap her head around the logic of that statement. “I don’t…have horns?”

Merrin seemed to be trying to understand her. “You don’t, because you file them. Obviously.”

“I’ve never had horns. Mirialans don’t have horns, we just have hair.”

The girl searched her face for evidence of dishonesty; upon finding none, she smirked, and then winced. “You would be considered a rare paragon of beauty on Dathomir. A select few women of my race are born without horns; the rest of us either file them down to nubs small enough to be covered by hair, or have them removed at birth.”

Barriss stopped moving in the middle of a mouthful of soup, suddenly feeling as if her stomach was full of heavy stones. “And which of those two are you?”

Moments later, the two hurried over to the medtent as thunder rumbled ominously in the distance. Barriss ushered Merrin into a cot and drew a curtain, sending a medical droid to fetch what she needed as she began to gently palpate Merrin’s head.

The girl had a circlet of eight tiny gray scars where horns should have grown, concealed in her white hair. The wounds had delved deep into the bones of her skull; judging by the nature of the damage, Barriss thought that they had been plucked or pulled out, like a dentist might do with teeth or a torturer might do with fingernails. Horror pooled in Barriss’s gut…someone had done this to Merrin when she was a baby.

“I was used to fighting through this on other planets,” the girl said by way of explanation. “It snuck up on me here, but I promise I won’t be as childish as I was being when you found me. I’m sorry that you had to see…”

Seized by a sudden maternal impulse, Barriss pressed a kiss to one of the worst scars, allaying the pain with a subtle application of Force Healing. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” she said, hoping her voice wasn’t too harsh from the onset of tears. “This is…where I come from doing this to a child at that age would be considered an unforgiveable cruelty. You deserve so much better than to have to feel like this for so long.”

Merrin stared at her with the same look on her face that Maul could get when abruptly shown affection for no apparent reason. “It is a warrior’s burden. I am not weak. I can handle it.”

“A warrior has enough burdens without having to endure needless suffering,” Barriss replied, taking the tube of gel she had sent the droid to retrieve. “I’m going to rub in a little of this on each scar, and you can take the tube with you and do the same when they ache again. Come to me when you are almost out, and I’ll get you more.”

Merrin allowed her to work for several minutes in silence. Then, her poor little shoulders shook with a sniffle she could not repress, and she clutched Barriss’s, stifling the sound of her sobbing in her waist.

Barriss stiffened at the unanticipated contact – Merrin never touched anyone if she could help it – but ran her fingers through the girl’s hair. “Shh,” she murmured, hoping she was doing this right. “You can stay here for the night on observation; I won’t leave until you’re feeling better.”

“Thank you, Mother…I mean…”

“It’s all right.” She’d been hesitant to let the child call her that, since she had failed so many others under her protection; but, for all her failings as a student, a general, and a doctor, she was fairly certain that she could not accidentally harm Merrin as much as Merrin’s former leaders and parents had purposefully. And, well, Barriss had somehow acquired a husband and in-laws almost completely by accident and still managed to do right by them as much as she could; she might as well lean into this relationship as well. “You can call me Mother if you want…just, not in front of anybody else, for now.”

Merrin smiled tearfully against her navel. “Mother Barriss…it has a nice ring, no?”

***

“This segregation is completely unnecessary,” asserted one of the larger Black Sun wives, bursting into the command tent in the middle of a strategy meeting, one week after the crime syndicate had been recruited into this shared enterprise.

Ziton Moj, the former captain of the guard and only active Black Sun Vigo, glared at her hard enough that his normally green face became blue as she stormed up to the table. “Ziidra, it is pouring rain outside! You should have more consideration for your delicate condition…”

“Shut it, squirt,” she spat, plunking what appeared to be a gigantic perfume bottle down right in front of Savage and shoving her index finger into Viszla’s visor. “You are the one who insists that we stay in separate camps for fear of pheromone contact. I can tell by the cowardly way you hide your face behind that metal, even though you have obviously been informed that we don’t gas our own people if we can help it.”

Maul found himself barely holding back a laugh at the perplexity with which Viszla stared at the large, pink-painted claw in his face, and received what appeared to be a look for his quiet entertainment.

“I have been told you consider it rude,” Viszla stated in the diplomatic way one would address a precocious child. “But, my lady, you’ll forgive me if we aren’t willing to trust the honor system on that.”

“I’ll do nothing of the sort. Has anyone told you why we consider it rude?”

Moj’s eyes widened. “Sis, please tell me you aren’t…”

“I said shut it.” Ziidra gestured to the bottle. “This is eau du Falleen, no doubt a rare sight in your prudish little beskar republic. It is made by distilling our pheromones considerably, to the point that they would have absolutely no effect on us during mating season. Outside of mating season, however…”

“Ziidra NO!”

The painted claws depressed the spritzer on the bottle before any further objection could be made, and chaos reigned in the command tent.

***

They were all of them disallowed from the medtent, save only for Moj, his closest lieutenants, and Savage, who had violently emptied the entire contents of their stomachs over everyone around them and who were currently being dosed with anti-emetics. Viszla, who had been directly across from Savage and thus took the worst of the barrage, folded his arms as the rain gradually rinsed his beskar, glaring at Maul, who had experience in dealing with the Black Sun and who had thus remained clean of both perfume and vomit.

From inside her ornamental, pink sapphire-encrusted re-breather, Ziidra grinned like the tooka that ate the songbird. “As you can see, dear sir,” she said, imitating Viszla’s patronizing tone perfectly, “Falleen pheromones cause immediate nausea in anyone who is biologically unreceptive to breeding. This includes Falleen outside of mating season and mammals which are with pup.” She nodded cordially to Maul. “Congratulations, by the way…both on the impending babies and the fact that you were able to land that gorgeous broad.”

Maul blinked. “Who?”

Ziidra frowned. “The yellow and black one? Is she not your woman?”

“He is my brother.”

“Aw! It’s sweet that you’re supporting him through his transition and his pregnancy!”

“MY WHAT?!” Several crashes rang out in the medtent as Savage got up in a panicked frenzy.

“Sit back down!”

“WHICH ONE OF THOSE WITCHES GOT ME PREGNANT!?”

“…What? Savage!” Barriss’s voice was steady. “Calm yourself, I’m sure that’s not…”

“YOU CALM YOURSELF! I’M NOT READY TO BE A MOM!!”

As a medical droid sailed bodily out of the medtent to land dazedly seven meters away, Ziidra regarded Maul closely. “I thought sexual dimorphism was expressed in your species by skin color and height.”

“It is, to a certain extent. Savage has a normal male color pattern, and the height is the result of…”

“KARKING WITCH MAGICK!” Savage thundered out of the tent, dressed only in the largest examination gown they could find. “Where the KARK are my clothes?!”

“Being laundered because they are saturated with the perfume,” Barriss replied, sounding every bit as weary with the situation as Maul felt. “Get back in here!”

“If they didn’t want me running around the camp BARE-ASSED to get some EXPLANATIONS, they would not have GOTTEN ME PREGNANT!” Savage roared hysterically. “MERRIN!”

“Savage, the weather could drown a…Savage!” As the incensed Nightbrother barged off without care for the mud or his bare feet, Barriss stared Ziidra down with a truly magnificent ferocity that Maul felt privileged to see. “This is your fault. You did this. And if you do it again, I will remove any and all significant Black Sun tattoos from your person when you go into labor, my gods as witness!” And then she trudged after Savage in the rain, muttering the entire time.

The Falleen noblewoman shot Maul another look. “That’s…actually a fairly creative, and serviceable, threat. How much would it be to buy her off of you?”

“She’s not for sale.”

“That’s a wise decision; she’d be worth a lot more than I would be willing to pay.” With one well-pedicured foot, Ziidra nudged Viszla, who had collapsed silently into the mud, the jolting of his body indicating he was laughing uproariously with his external vocoder muted. “Now do you see why we try not to do this to each other?”

Viszla held up an index finger, coughed a few more times, and then removed his helmet, revealing the redness of his face. He tried to keep his face sober for two seconds before falling onto his back, crying with laughter. “How is this my life?”

Ziidra rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky we aren’t in mating season, or else we’d have ended up in a territorial bar brawl with a body count,” she said, stumping over to where Viszla lay. “As it is, we are trying to avoid pheromones almost as much as you are. We are not going to try and control you…can you trust us at least that far?”

Viszla studied her extended hand, and slowly took it, allowing himself to be hauled to his feet. “For now. I’m still instructing my people to shoot to kill in the event that you betray that trust.”

She smiled predatorily. “Smart boy.”

Of course, that had to be the scene when the Pyke Syndicate envoy Maul had been expecting for days touched down just outside the camp. The odd little Oba Diahans filed carefully out of their ship, bowed low in greeting, and blinked owlishly when they did not get a direct response.

“Have we…missed something…?”

***

“I thought the greenie was a vegetarian,” drawled Gillespie, the old Mandalorian cook.

Merrin bristled, her hands lighting with green flame. “She is not a greenie, she is a Mirialan, and her name is…”

Feral laid a hand on her shoulder before she could do something irreversible to Gillespie’s innards. “He?” That earned a shake of the head. “She?” Another shake of the head. “Uh…they?”

“Close enough.”

“They, know her name, Merrin,” Feral continued. “And they know she never eats the meat, but she does eat the eggs.”

“Said vegetarian, not vegan.”

Feral winced in a way that he hoped looked like a placating smile. “I’m a carnivore; it’s all the same to me. Anyway, we were hoping that some more nuna chicken could be served instead of the mystery meat. Barriss can only eat meats of very specific animals if they are cooked in a certain way…”

“She slops down the beans and fruit and coffee just fine…I ain’t changing the way I cook for some prissy lady with expensive tastes.”

“MERRIN!!” Both Dathomirians jumped, and Merrin clambered behind Feral, putting him in between her and a thoroughly soaked, utterly irate Savage Opress, who for some reason was in a medical examination gown and nothing else. He jabbed a finger at Merrin, who gaped in horror at his state of undress. “You little…explain to me, RIGHT NOW, just WHY I am PREGNANT.”

Feral’s brain was kind enough to halt the flashback to Savage’s lecture when he had tagged along on a rancor hunt at the age of five. It was not kind enough to supply anything else to fill the resulting void. “…What?”

Merrin seemed just as confused. “Beg pardon?”

Gillespie threw a handful of some aromatic herbs in the air like confetti. “Congratulations, it’s an offspring. Get out of my kitchen.”

“I AM NOT LEAVING THIS KITCHEN UNTIL SOMEONE TELLS ME WHY I AM PREGNANT!”

Rook Kast chose that precise moment to enter the mess tent, raised her eyebrows, and brought up her commlink. “Hey, Saxxy, way to go!”

“What’d I do now?”

“Your boyfriend’s…”

“I DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND!” Savage squished the commlink on her wrist just enough to stop the conversation without hurting her. “BUT I WAS RAISED IN A CULT OF MEDDLING WITCHES WHO WOULD LOVE AN OPPORTUNITY TO SCREW WITH MY BIOLOGY!”

“Savage, for pity’s sake…lower your voice,” Barriss groaned, rubbing at her temples as she, too, entered the mess tent. “You are not pregnant.”

He stared around him, wild-eyed. “You heard what she said…”

“She was mistaken. Falleen pheromones have a violent interaction with Humanoid Growth Hormone, which is, yes, something that occurs naturally in pregnancy, but it can be produced at other times as well.” Barriss laid a hand on his arm, and moved so that her face would be the nearest thing he could focus on. “Whatever the Witches did to you made you overproduce HGH…nothing more.”

Savage took a deep breath, glanced around him, and cringed. “I’m…I’m sorry.”

“Nah…I’d have probably reacted the same way, to be honest,” said Gillespie.

Barriss turned Savage, glowering at Kast as she unsubtly checked out the large Nightbrother’s displayed behind, and positioned herself to preserve his modesty. “Let’s just get you back to the medbay, Savage; you’re going to need another shower.”

“Don’t like showers.”

“Really? You’ve been taking a long one since you stepped out in this deluge. I’d think you’d be half drowned by now.”

Rook watched them go, and when they were out of earshot, she pulled out a backup commlink. “False alarm. Your boyfriend’s not knocked up, he’s just on steroids.”

“…Kast. I was brushing my teeth.”

“Oh good! That’ll make you a little less unappealing!”

“I am replacing your armor with the haunted beskar from my mother’s side of the family.”

Feral rolled his eyes and leaned on the table in front of Gillespie, intending to bring out the kicked-rancor-kit expression that had won him many extra meal portions as a boy. However, Gillespie shook their head fondly, and patted his shoulder.

“I can manage a bit more poultry…didn’t realize this was the sort of crap she puts up with.”

“Thanks.”

[blue-scorpion-king]

The Bagklock Races

(Post version for mobile followers)

The 52+ most populous species of Bagklock Earth: Humans, Hutui/Hutus [Eretus descendants], Hubits [Hobbits descendants], Huliaths [Goliaths descandents], Huthals [Neanderthal descendants], Chimans [Ancient chimpanzees descendants], Gorimans [Ancient gorilla descendants], Orangumans [Ancient orangutan descendants], Près des Hommes Extensibles [Stretchy and rubber-like near-humans], Faunus, Therians, who are humanoids with some animal parts; The Kemono race (http://blue-scorpion-king.tumblr.com/kemono-detail), Monster Personas, with categories on the different Monster Personas, excluding some ones, who became their own race not in an category, like the different youkai, the Centaur, the Manticore, the Minotaur, and the Thunderbird Monster Personas (Think of Monster Girls, expect with male individuals of each monster ‘species’), the three types of Anthros, the Kim kind, who is like the most humanoid, the ‘inbetween’ Deviant kind, and the Zoo-Bipedial type, which are basically evolved bipedal animals, but not much is changed, yet are connected as one race [No Pokemon, Digimon, Bakugan, or any of that sort of Anthros exist], Stuck-Trolls, Orcs [Warcraft], Orks [Partially different biology in the Bagklock Universe], Torks [Tolkien kind of orcs] [All three have sub-species], Elves [With the main species calling themselves ‘Eldar’ {Warhammer}; Nifel-Elves {Tolkien}, Night Elves, Blood Elves, Dark Eldar/Drow Eldar, Half-Elves, Sun (High) Elves, Silver Elves, Wood Elves, Avariel (Winged) Elves, Mithral Elves, Green/Greenish Elves, Aqua Elves, Dwemer (Dwarf-like) Elves, Orsimer (Orc-like) Elves, and Snow Elves], Dwarves, Gnomes, Goblins, Draenei, Undead, Taurens, Warca-Trolls, Pandarens, Ghouls [From Tokyo Ghoul], Nitros [From Toriko], Eosapiens, Pivots, Inklings, Octolings, Worgen, Vampires, Holves [Jak-verse], Draguns [Humanoid Dragons], Gr-Na'vi [Green Earthling Na'vis], Fishmen, Merfolk, the Atlanteans, Thri-Kreens, Tarkatans, Yoshis, Giants, the Shandorians, Birkans, the Skypieans, Sangheilis, Zabraks, Twi'leks, Wookiees, Mon Calamaris, Ewoks, who are also said to inhabit much of the planetoids and moons of Bagklock Earth, tracing their species’ origin to the ‘Goat-Moon’, Gungans, Dugs, Chagrians, Kaminoans, Genosians, Togrutas, Nautolans, Utapauns, Pyronites, Vulpimancers, Petrosapiens, Kinecelerans, Galvans, Tetramands, Lepidopterrans, Piscciss Volanns, Arburian Pelaroti, Florauni, Loboans, which originate from the ‘Goat-Moon’, Thep Khufans, Transylians, Gourmands, Slipxsons, Opticoids, Spheroids, Methanosians, Sonorosians, Vaxasaurians, Aerophibians, Necrofriggians, Crystalsapiens, Cerebrocrustaceans, Arachnichimps, Biosovortians, Appoplexians, Orishans, Amperis, Talpaedans, Geochelone Aerios, Prypiatosian-Bs, Citrakayahs, Gimlinopithecus, Eatles, Chronosapiens, Conductoids, Segmentasapiens, Galileans, Crashhoppers, Polar Manzardills, Mole-Staches, Kickin’ Hawks, Nosedeenians, Vladats, Fangines, Canigus [Both from Oddworld], Togorians, Bipamammals, who are an invasive immigrants from the 1960’s, 72 years after the Martian invasion of England, but in the U.S.A and ultimately, after six months, got defeated and have to left their traitor prisoners behind, Saurians, Poleepkwa/Prawn, Locusts [Gears of War], Yuzzems, Sullustan, Trandoshan, Matora (Bionicle [Not movie version] species), R'Zahnians, Kluts, Ssi-Ruuk, Whiphids, Rodians, Toydorians, Gamorreans, Ithorians, Bothans, Kaleesh, [Eight sentient and sefl-aware] Rancors, Acklays, Nexus, Reeks, Opees, Wampas, Metriadleys (Ripley’s species, from Metroid), Andorians, Horaxes, the Chirmaerea [Traitor Chimeras of the ‘horde’, from the ‘Resistance’], Cybertronians, that came from the mechanic planetoid of Bagklock Earth several billions of years ago, Cybertron [The smaller Beast Wars kind, without the large vehicle alternate modes, and most small vehicle alt. modes, not just 2 factions, but with “Titan Bots”, “Combiners”, “Mini-Cons”, and some other sub-groups, even with the sub-sub-group of the Fuzors; They are still connected to the spirituality of their ancestors’ culture back in Cybertron, like the Matrix and Primus, and can ‘evolve’ further by adding more ‘bulk’/parts either the Real Robot way {Like Gundam: Thunderbolt or some parts of Evangelion} or the Super Robot way {like GaoGaiGar or Gaiking},, into Transmetals, to Transmetal 2, and even Transmetal 3. Though, there are only 20 Transmetal 3 Cybertronians EVER in the race’s history {Also, this comic and the comments below it clears up Cybertronian intercourse} Also also, the general term for the transformation of Cybertronians, even among factions, split since the 3rd Great Cybertronian War and 4th Great Cybertronian War so long ago {Both G1 and Beast Wars/Machines, expect with no terraforming Cybertron, with the time shenanigans}, is “Rollaize”, which “Rollaizing” being before the faction’s own transformation phrase like ‘Primaize’, ‘Maximize’, ‘Demolitionize’, ‘Wreckaize’, ‘Terrorize’, “Titanize’, ‘Pygmyize’, or ‘Armadize’], Boomop-Boomops [The Boom Booms and Pom Poms from Mario], Ferengi, Kenku (DN’D), Elcors, Marts, who claim to be descendants of Martians from Mars, that are not like the Martians that tried to invade Earth in very late 1800’s (Looney Tunes/Duck Dodgers In The 24th & ½ Century), Orions, Mazones (Harlock; With an history of being left by ‘something’ in their extremely early history), Ctarl-Ctarls, Lyca-morphs, who are a moth-like race, Modrons, Zoqs, Fots, Piks, [sentient griffiths] Criffiths, Xextos, Iyras, Baabians, Killiks, Labois, P'we'cks, Xi'Decs, Niktos, Mossies, Seksis, Gelflings, Mogwais, the Smurfs, the Snorks, the Muppets, including the entire Sesame Street, Qberts, Lombaxes, Pacs [The species of Pac-Man], Gorns, Asaris, Turians, Volus, Krogans, Quarians, Yahgs, Drells, Exos, Cabals, Eliksni, Asogians, who are all immigrant races from 1970, Apostles, who are descendants of the ones from the medieval times, starting at Midland {Berserk}, Herglics, Majins, Kousou-Akuryo, meaning ‘Frost Demons’ [Descendants of Frieza’s Race from long ago], Yordles, Gorons, Hylians, Zoras, Dekus, Gerudos, Au Ra, Bangaa, Elezen, Mithras, Tarutarus, Moogles, Vestals, Neathians, Gundalins, the Viera, Candy People, [less hostile] Earth-Daleks, along with Earth-Cybermen, Flame People, Ooo-Dogs, Rainicorns, Lemon People, Lumpy Space People, Nut People, Tree People, Exceeds, and [Immigrant descendants] Klingons, Chiss, Anzati, Quarrens, Balosars, Nosaurians, Devaronians, the Fosh, Iktotchi, Horusians, Huks [A race extremely similar to the Hulk/Bruce Banner, expect not created by gamma radiation], Florans, Apex, Avivans, Hylotl, Novakids, Vipers [X-Com-like], Garmillas, Xens [Near-human Gijinka-like Xenomorphs], Centurians, Centurii, Krylorians, Kt'kns, Kymellians, Landlaks, Nibelungs [Harlock], ‘White Walkers’, Taurians, Xixix, Stenth, Lava-Min {Marvel’s Lava Men}, Glx, Kawas, Z'Nox, Zundamites, Thranx, {D&D} Garrgoyyles, Charr, Saiyans, from one groups of crashed pods during the Ice Age [There are more females Saiyans than males on Bagklock Earth], Hyleks, Quaggans, Norn, Slyvari, Djinn, Myconids, Weav-Spiders, Kobolds, Elins, Accretians, Omnics, Anodites, Incurseans, Stits (Tummyhead’s species), Nemuinas, Falleens, Miralukas, Nagaii, Rakatas, Talz, Ishi Tibs, Decapodians [Zoidberg’s race], Detrovites, Trumbipuai (Humanoid elephants with bat wing-like ears), Thundragohs (Humanoid warthogs), Planchakoles, Cephalod-ae, Basalts, Ickthyperambuloids, Zaroffians, Gelamen [Gang Beasts-like], Argonians, Khajiits, the Skaven, the Ratonaga, and the soon-to-be merging Newtypes & Coordinators in the future. {2 not registered races; Which only has three billion sightings total, but no solid proof of their existence, from the 1900’s to 2042, are the so called ‘Mudokons’, and the Henries of Earthland}. Plus, ‘Minions’, of different colors, like the Pikmin, are a part of the races that live on Bagklock Earth, but choose not to be registered in the documented races, that are most populous. 44+ minor races, that are registered, are the Olympians, Steefs, the four human subspecies; Ogryns, Ratlings, Squats, & Beastmen, the Lemurians, earthling Chozos, Shokans, Gnolls, the Blueys, [Earthling Grey Aliens descendants, supposedly, expect dark blue in skin color and about 6 to 7 feet tall, on average], the Kongou, the Yodalili [Yoda’s Species], Earthling Sligs (Oddworld), the Gour-Ogres [Gourmet Ogres], the Goombas, the Kerbals, the Yautjae, who are immigrants from very long ago, the Hirogens, and the Namekians, who are also immigrants from long, long ago, Minks (Not Zou-born), Trills, [Runaway] Geems, [A bit smaller] Yithians, Chevins, Crites, Zeti, Toads [Mario] {Are a race who has multiple genders, like funguses}, Thunderians, Zanburgs, Twilis, Aegyls, Beastmen, & their tribes [Final Fantasy], Burmecians, Cleyrans, Clavats, Selkies, Yukes, Lillties, Dragoniers, Galkas, Garifs, Genomes, Hummingways, Hypello, Lalafells, Nu Mou, Peruperu, Qu, Roegadyn, Seeq, Shumi, Zilarts, Breakfast People, Cloud People, Crystal People, Cube People, Cuties, Earclopses, Grass People, Hot People, House People, Mushroom People, MOs, Peanut People, Pillow People, Rock People, Rump People, Sand People, Slime Princess, Soft People, Spiky People, Turtle People, Veggie People, Wildberry People, Worm People, E-Vulcans [from Earthland], Kyuzos, Aqualish, Draethos, Gotals, Harchs, Noghris, Nelvaanians, Vulptereens, Stenax, Sluissi, Junkers, ZeHethbras, Critokians, Squalrises, Adarians, Lutrillians, Niktos, Ryns, Glymphids, Keroidens, Roclites, Yirbeks, Yrds, Kineticlops [A race that are a giant organic sphere, with a eye pupil, and electricity that lifts them up on two legs and with two arms], Atsts [Organic sentient versions of the AT-STs], Xwaings [Organic sentient versions of the X-Wings], Tivdes [Organic sentient versions of the TIE Fighters], Atats [Organic, giraffe-size sentient versions of the AT-ATs], Agamo [A 15 foot tall rock golem-like race from both Central America and the South Pacific, with eons of evolution behind them], Magmo [A 15 foot tall, four-armed rock golem-like race, evolved from various volcanoes’ magma chambers at the beginning of their existence, during the vague-known ‘Deep-Time Missing Period’, in the range of 100 billions and 4 billions, at the creation of Bagklock Earth, that even they can hardly remember], Vuvrians, Nekghouls, Skritts, Margonites, Mursaats, Grawls, Streearks, Marmice, Batttoads, X-Mutants, Metahumans, Kelari, Talarians, Feeorins, Khils, Massassi, Houks, Selkaths, Snivvians, Shistavanens, Swoke-Swokes, Kian'thar, Farghuls, Cathars, Arconas, Defels, Chadra Fans, Skakoans, Talortai, Selonians, Colicoids, Cragmoloids, & Codru-Ji. The Diclonius and the Ajins are an emerging, but not registered within populations, race ever since 2005.

=+Most of the races on Bagklock Earth evolved on the planet, alongside humans.

+-The ‘almost’ extinct Vegeta-Saiyans are on the other side of the planet, but in the single digits and are very certain individuals, who do not know of the Bagklock!Saiyans.

+-Like in Disney movies, there are in fact talking animals as well, but only to themselves.

All of the races’ blood are a few colors: Pink, Blue, Purple, Orange, or Black. But, not red, like the Bagklock water. Black, blue, pink, and orange are the four most common blood colors.

Every race on Bagklock Earth, unlike real life Earth, would feel, and resist, that normal 111.8 degree temperature of an mortal Olympian like you would feel someone’s very high fever, expect it is normal.

~The Bat~

[pomrania]

What Species To Choose For Your Star Wars OC: Volume 2 (text only)

Text-only version of the Star Wars OC species selector (volume two) by @thefoodwiththedood

Answer the first question, then follow the number at the end of your selection to your next question; keep doing that, until you get a species. For more information on a given species, check the original post for links, or just search Wookieepedia.

0. Alright, first question: How Human do you want your OC to be?

Almost entirely human, save for some minor differences with their biology or appearance; I don't want to get too crazy with this, after all! (1)

Mostly human, but with some other features being prevalent; something with a human face, but distinctly alien (2)

Somewhat human, but with an alien face, features, and anatomy -- like an alien with human proportions (3)

Only human as far as their humanoid body shape (head, arms, and legs on a central torso) ; something almost entirely alien (4)

I want something weird and crazy, with hardly any human features -- humans are overrated, anyways (5)

1. Alright! Now, a common thread between these species are tattoos connected to their cultures; what are your thoughts on those?

Eh, they're not my thing (6)

I think they're cool! (7)

2. Awesome! So, a common thread between species like this is things growing out of their heads; which sounds coolest to you?

Nothing (8)

Horns (9)

Head-tails (lekku) (10)

Tentacles (11)

Facial tendrils and bone spurs: SITH PUREBLOOD

3. Alright, cool! So, biologically speaking, what do you want your OC to be like?

Aquatic (12)

Mammalian (13)

Reptilian (14)

Insectoid: GAND

4. Okay, cool! So, relative to a Human, how big do you see them being?

Big (15)

Normal (16)

Small (17)

5. Excellent choice! Now, with species like this, there's a possibility that some might not have a definite body shape -- how's that sound?

Sounds cool! (18)

Eh, that sounds a little too crazy, even for me (19)

6. Fair enough! Now then, what skin tone do you see for your character?

Normal human skin tones (20)

A shade of white, grey, or black (21)

A shade of red, blue, or purple (22)

Something with an unknown skin tone (23)

7. I agree! So, what skin tone do you see for them?

Blue: PANTORAN

Green: MIRIALAN

Red (24)

Normal human skin tones (25)

Grey (26)

8. So if nothing sprouts out of their head, should their head at least be weirdly-shaped?

Yes (27)

No (28)

9. How many horns were you thinking?

Two (29)

Four (30)

Six: THEELIN

Eight or more (31)

10. How many lekku were you thinking?

Two: TWI'LEK

Three: TOGRUTA

Six to eight: THOLOTHIAN

More than eight: MIKKIAN

11. Do telepathic abilities sound cool?

Yes: ANZATI

No: KHIL

12. Would you want something fish-like? Or something more amphibian?

Amphibian (32)

Fish-like (33)

13. So, on a scale of one to three, how much hair would they have?

Little, if any at all (34)

An average amount (35)

A whole lot (36)

14. On a scale of one to three, how reptilian should they be?

Straight-up scaly lizard man (37)

Still scaly, but not exactly lizard-like (38)

Really only reptilian as far as their physiology (39)

15. What sort of body covering should they have?

Bare skin (40)

Fur (41)

Scales: ANOO-DAT PRIME

Feathers: SATHARIN

16. What body covering should they have?

Fur (42)

Bare skin (43)

Exoskeleton (44)

Feathers (45)

Scales: PYKE

17. How cute would you want them to be?

Not that cute at all (46)

Sorta cute (47)

Not just cute, but fuzzy too (48)

18. I agree! Now, what do you see their body being made of?

Nerves and muscles: GEN'DAI

Bark and leaves: NETI

Nuts and bolts: DROID

Stardust or whatever: STARWEIRD

19. Okay, fair enough! So, what do you see them using for locomotion?

Tentacles: GREE

Hands: DUG

Nothing; they'd levitate (49)

Tail (50)

Feet (51)

20. So do you want something that looks exactly like a Human? Or something different?

Just like a Human (52)

Slightly different (53)

21. What shade of grey were you thinking?

Pure white: ECHANI

Light grey: NAGAI

Medium grey: UMBARAN

Pitch black: SAKIYAN

22. On a scale of blue to red, what colour would they be?

Blue: CHISS

Bluish-purple: OMWATI

Purple: KESHIRI

Reddish-purple: SEPHI

Red: ZELTRON

23. Would you prefer something high-tech or low-tech?

High-tech: GANK

Low-tech: TUSKEN RAIDER

24. Can they sometimes be blue?

Yes: VOSS

No: ALDER-ESPIRION

25. Do psychometric abilities sound cool?

Yes: KIFFAR

No: SARKHAI

26. Okay, so besides their skin tone, what other distinguishing feature(s) do you see for them?

Facial jewellery: RATTATAKI

Glowing eyes: KAGE

Magical powers: DATHOMIRIAN NIGHTSISTER

27. But should they still have a normal face?

Yes: CEREAN

No: MUUN

28. Should they have rough/weirdly-textured skin?

Yes (54)

No (55)

29. Which way would those horns be pointing?

Up: DEVARONIAN

Down: IKTOTCHI

30. Should they have hair?

Yes: ZYGERRIAN

No: CHAGRIAN

31. Should they have tattoos?

Yes: IRIDONIAN/ZABRAK

No: ARPOR-LAN

32. Would you want them to have fins/ webbed appendages?

Yes (56)

No (57)

33. Should they have fins or tentacles?

Fins: MON CALAMARI

Tentacles (58)

34. Would you want them to have horns?

Yes (59)

No (60)

35. Okay, so what distinguishing feature(s) seems coolest for them?

Extra arms: BESALISK

Cranial horns: TARNAB

Chin tusks and big ears: KALEESH

A majestic beard: TARSUNT

36. What colour would their hair be?

Tan and brown earthy tones (61)

White: TALZ

Purple: LASAT

37. So, besides their lizard-like appearance, what other defining feature(s) sound cool?

Facial crests: GORMAK

Cranial horns: TRANDOSHAN

A tail: BARABEL

A short but muscular build: NOGHRI

38. What colour should their scales be?

Green (62)

Tan/red (63)

Both: FRENK

39. What kind of eyes should they have?

Red and pupilless: DUROS

Black and marble-like (64)

Like tiny galaxies: RODIAN

Human-like eyes: SKRILLING

40. What distinguishing feature(s) sound coolest?

Chin horns: DOWUTIN

An elephant-like appearance: CRAGMOLOID

Oral tusks: ZEXX

41. Would you prefer something beastly? Or more sleek and weasel-like?

Beast boi: YUZZEM

Weasel boi: SELONIAN

42. What colour should their fur be?

Brown (65)

Blue: NELVAANIAN

43. Would you prefer something high-tech or low-tech?

High-tech: SKAKOAN

Low-tech: ITHORIAN

44. Would they be more of a crustacean or an insect?

Crustacean: KREVAAKI

Insect: VERPINE

45. Colourful feathers?

Yes: RISHII

No: FOSH

46. So what would you want their face to look like?

A grumpy little muppet: YODA'S SPECIES

Snaggle-toothed and bug-eyed: TOYDARIAN

A little blue elephant: ORTOLAN

Hardly even a face: KALLIDAHIN

47. Biologically speaking, what sort of appearance would you prefer?

Reptilian: ALEENA

Mammalian: TALPINI

Avian: MRLSSI

Idk: JAWA

48. What animal sounds cutest to you?

Bear cubs: EWOK

Rats: SQUIB

Bats: CADRA FAN

Hamsters: DRALL

49. Do you want them to have eyes?

Yes: PARWAN

No: CELEGIAN

50. What kind of tail?

Mermaid: MELODIE

Slug: HUTT

Snake (66)

51. How many feet would they have?

Two (67)

Four: SUGI

Six: SAUVAX

52. Okay, so what distinguishing feature(s) would they have then?

None (68)

An extra-long lifespan: MORELLIAN

An extra-flexible body: VAHLA

Basically they're a Neanderthal: DANTARI

53. So what feature(s) would make them different from a Human?

Antennae: BALOSAR

White hair and eyes: ARKANIAN

Plantlike physiology: ZELOSIAN

Healing factor: FIRRERREO

No eyes: MIRALUKA

54. What sort of skin texture should they have?

Ridged: PAU'AN

Skeletal: STENNES SHIFTER

Scaly: FALLEEN

Bumpy: KHOMMITE

Wrinkled: DELPHIDIAN

55. What skin tone should they have?

Normal human skin tones (69)

Glowing white: DIATHIM/ANGELS

Greyish-purple: RYN

Red: COWAY

Blue (70)

56. What skin tone would they have?

Green: RYBET

Tan: GUNGAN

White: KAMINOAN

57. Would they be able to breathe oxygen?

Yes: DRABATAN

No: TOGNATH

58. Where on their body?

Their face: QUARREN

Their head: NAUTOLAN

Both: FEEORIN

59. Do you like pirates?

Yes: WEEQUAY

No: ELOMIN

60. Okay, so what skin tone do you see for them?

Green: GAMMOREAN

Orange: MAZ KANATA'S SPECIES

Tan-ish: SULLUSTAN

61. How long/thick is their hair?

Sorta short: CATHAR

A bit longer: BOTHAN

Fairly fuzzy: IAKARU

Really fuzzy: GOTAL

Literally a walking carpet: WOOKIEE

62. Is it alright if they can't breathe oxygen?

Yes: KYUZO

No: KALLERAN

63. Can they sometimes be green?

Yes: NIKTO

No: POLETEC

64. Should they be especially musical?

Yes: BITH

No: KEL DOR

65. Are you afraid of spiders?

Yes (71)

No: HARCH

66. How many arms do you see them having?

Two: SLUISSI

Four (72)

67. Relative to a human, how big do you see them being?

Big: HERGLIC

Normal: CHEVIN

Small (73)

68. So you just want a normal Human?

Sure! HUMAN

Not exactly; I want a Human, but one with a jetpack and a cool helmet: MANDALORIAN

69. Do you mind a shorter stature for your OC?

Yes: CODRU-JI

No: (74)

70: What should their most distinguishing feature(s) be?

None, really; they're just blue: BRITARRO

Gold tattoos: TERRELIAN JANGO JUMPER

Patches of scales: ICARII

71. Are you on Team Jacob or Team Edward?

Who cares about Twilight anymore? WHIPHID

Team Jacob! SHISTAVANEN

72. Do you see them having hair?

Yes: THISSPIASIAN

No: HYSALRIAN

73. How small?

Tiny: ZILKIN

Sorta smol: NEELABI

Tol, but still smol: XEXTO

74. What should their most distinguishing feature(s) be?

A pig nose: UGNAUGHT

Big ears: LANNIK

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Notebook Fic Pics Part 4/?

Ready for the accidental crack fics? This is the one that started them all!

This was inspired (hilariously) by the TNG episode First Contact. Riker is undercover monitoring a culture that doesn’t have warp technology yet, but was injured which makes it pretty clear that he’s an alien. A nurse offers to help him escape if he has sex with her! How was this a TV plot-point?!

Combine this with the fact that I’d recently read Shadows of the Empire: Evolution, which features Xizor’s niece Savan, and I believe the first female Falleen to appear, and the out come isn’t too surprising.

I only have a handful of images of the pages (one pictured), but I did transcribe the whole story before losing track of the notebook. There is a scene where Callista, Mara and Savan fight over Luke. There is also mention of Lando in a closet with Mon Mothma. 😳