#trianii

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The poll decreed that the majority wanted to see some feline-based star wars character designs, so here's a bunch of little space meow meows for you all!

So here we have a farghul pilot, a lynna privateer, a togorian noble, a trianii smuggler, a cathar bard musician, and a zygerrian padawan!

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Some attacks and friendly fires I did on Art Fight.

Laniakea belonging to Eskiworks/Wolf-Nymph

Izotz the Chillet femboy belonging to memeathon

Coazith belonging to SundaysPlayzone

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[iateyourburrito]

Meet the Trianii Jedi general of the 700th legion

Ashii

[mortallyclearwonderland]

Star Wars Alien Species - Trianii

Trian, Trianii homeworld was a planet located within the Trian system of Wild Space.

The Trianii were a fiercely independent people. They were constantly driven to explore, and being technologically advanced, they established colonies in no less than six neighboring systems, including Brochiib, Pypin, Ekibo, and Fibuli. Each of these colonies was organized as a completely independent civilization, founded by Trianii who were seeking a different way of life.

Because of their determination and forbearance, they ferociously resisted Corporate Sector Authority expansion into their territories, starting the CSA–Trianii War. Colonists assisted by the Trianii Rangers (an independent space force of the Trianii people) pushed the invaders out of their colonies.

Very little is actually mentioned of the Trianii Rangers, but it is garnered that they are presumably adept combatants in space, with training also in practical warfare, something the CSA took note of when they encountered unnaturally stiff resistance from the sentients. During the skirmishes between the two, a few Trianii were captured and interrogated- some were sent to the asteroid prison facility of Stars' End, before its destruction.

Trian remained independent and unhindered throughout the rise and fall of the Galactic Empire. After the Empire fell, the Trianii indicated no desire to join the New Republic.

The Trianii produced a number of starship designs, such as the RX4 Patrol Ship.

Trianii culture was organized around their religious beliefs, with dance, art, music, literature, and even industry and commerce all revolving around spirituality. At one time, the Trianii had many different religions, but the leaders of these different faiths all agreed upon a specific moral code of conduct and brought together a religious coalition that lasted for thousands of years. Most Trianii were still active in the traditional faith of their families, though, and all religious figures were held in great regard.

Trianii females were generally stronger than their male counterparts, as well as being more dexterous and mindful of artistic values. For this reason, tribunals of females called yu'nar governed their society.

The Trianii usually wore no clothing, except when it was needed for utility or protection. The one common garment of the species was a belt, used to carry tools, weapons, or other items. Ceremonial garb was usually limited to jewelry, ribbons, and other such adornments.

(While the novel Han Solo at Stars' End specifically states that Trianii do not typically wear clothing, the comic adaptation of the book, as well as the entry in The Essential Guide to Alien Species, show Trianii wearing clothing. This may have been due to reluctance on the part of publishers to print what some readers might construe as nudity.)

Their general form was in some ways similar to the Togorians, Cathar, and Catuman Warriors (indeed, many Trianii that were found on other worlds were mistaken for the aforementioned species), and like them, Trianii had excellent balance and eyesight, and a talent for leaping, jumping, and acrobatics. Unlike most other feline species, however, Trianii had prehensile tails. They had fur, which could come in a variety of colors and patterns.

A typical Trianii stands at 2.0 meters or 6.6 feet tall and weighs 95 kilograms or 209 pounds.

Trianii age at the following stages:

1 - 11 Child

12 - 17 Young Adult

18 - 44 Adult

45 - 64 Middle Age

65 - 84 Old

Examples of Names: Atuarre, Duarrid, Keeheen, Pakka, Reakhas, Shearran, Tuunac.

Languages: The Trianii language is composed of purrs, growls, and rolling vocalizations. The written form uses a syllabary instead of an alphabet. Trianii encountered outside Trianii space have some fluency in Basic, but few are literate in it.

[merspots]

Gone

Just posting an old Order 66 fic of my OCs here because of the new episode. Feel some people might enjoy it :)

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Astro hated waiting. He, like the rest of his company, was half-crouched at the bottom of a dry creek bed, waiting for their General and the troops she had taken with her to return from their scouting mission. She had gone to find a way around the ridgeline ahead of them, which had been hidden by the tall trees of the forest. They could not go directly over it; doing so would leave them visible to the droids on the mountain that loomed above, and that would mean death in a hail of plasma. This dry creek bed at the bottom of the small gully was the best cover around, shallow as it was. But it did nothing to protect them from the parching heat in the air, and nor would it offer much protection against battle droids if they were found. He figured they should be returning soon, and again scanned the sclerophyll forest for movement. Seeing none, he let out a sigh and wondered why she hadn’t asked him to come with her; exploring – and finding safe paths in dangerous territory – was something he loved. Armstrong always said he had a good nose for danger, though Quanda used to say that he was a magnet for trouble. He felt his breath catch in his throat and forced his teeth together. Now wasn’t the time for those thoughts.

Turning away from the forest and back towards his brothers, he slipped from crouching to sitting. The two closest to him, the shinies Jara and Rhaz, were quietly talking to each other. Shinies? he thought as he felt a slight wry smile form on his face. They weren’t; not really. They had been part of his squad for months now, since Nyrooine, but they still felt new to him. They hadn’t graduated with him on Kamino, or experienced relief missions to devastated worlds under General Kofi and Commander Ner. All they had known was General Peeta leading them into battle against Separatist forces. Many of the troops making up Narglatch Company were like them; most of those who had served under General Kofi having been transferred to other units or lost in the front line battles their company had participated in under their new General. Of the small handful that remained there were even fewer he considered close friends.

He missed them. He missed them so much he could almost feel the ache coiling behind his sternum. His eyes closed involuntarily as he wished he could talk to Armstrong again, ask him why, why he betrayed them all. It all went wrong when you deserted, he spat at the image in his head. You broke the spell. Their blood is on your hands.

He couldn’t fight his memories anymore, and he returned to the day after Armstrong ran. He could feel once more the exhaustion that had dragged at his limbs, exhaustion not solely due to the lack of sleep the night before. His hope for Armstrong’s return had grown cold as the morning light had strengthened, and so he had focused on the battle ahead. There was no time for mourning while there were still Seppies on the planet, and under General Peeta’s directions they had gone out to destroy the last holdout of droids. It was there Angle was lost, when they encountered droids among the rocky tors marking where the mountain forests met the valley grasslands. Like always, before he had dived out from behind the grey granite lump they had been sheltering behind, Angle had boasted how he would destroy the most droids. The image of him getting hit in the chest by a blaster bolt, his feet slipping out from under him as he fell onto his side, replayed in slow motion. He could still hear the sharp grunt that accompanied it, before the worrying silence. It had felt like hours, waiting for the blaster fire to lessen so he could go out and drag Angle back to shelter, but he knew it had only been a handful of minutes before he had been able to dart out and pull him to safety. At that point he was still alive, though the charred mark on his chest plate had warned not for long. The agonising minutes it had taken Astro to carry him to the medics waiting in the forest behind them, however, were too long and he had died before they had a chance to save him.

The images in his head seemed to rush past, slowing down only when they reached a tropical world. Nyrooine. That campaign was a blood bath; so many of his brothers were lost in the world’s cities and canyons. General Peeta had tried to keep the casualties to a minimum, but even her strategies were unable to cope with the number of droids and gunships the Seppies had amassed. Quanda had died there, killed during their retreat from the main city. He had gotten separated from the rest of the squad, and Astro still wished he hadn’t. A few weeks after that an off-course Seppie proton torpedo had killed Spark, roughly around the same time the Republic decided to abandon the planet. That world marked the point where Narglatch Company started to change. The influx of new troopers combined with a change in purpose under the new General altered everything. General Peeta even encouraged everyone to paint sky blue marking on their armour, something General Kofi had never seemed interested in. That campaign became the first of many under the new General, campaigns that had cost him close friends. A few months after Nyrooine Atom had died shielding Archie from a Super Battle Droid’s missile, then a few weeks ago Archie had been killed during a patrol, when a mine was remotely detonated. Now there was only Woody left, and he was little comfort, never wanting to talk about the past. Astro loved his younger brothers, but they would never soothe the loneliness of losing those who he had grown up with.

“Astro.” The call broke him out of his thoughts, and he opened his eye to see Jara looking back at him with concern. He knew it was Jara, because while both Jara and Rhaz had dyed their hair an identical shade of orange, probably because of a lost dare, Jara had bleached back in his characteristic white stripe.

Astro gave him a weak smile and murmured, “I’m alright,” though he doubted he’d actually reassured either of them. Jara still looked worried as Astro released his grip on the creek bank, his fingers leaving deep gouges in the sandy soil. Rhaz nudged Jara and then they returned to their conversation, leaving Astro to let out a sigh of relief. He could understand their concern, with how weird Haywire and Woody were. They wouldn’t want their only other normal squad mate suddenly acting strange. This was why he hated waiting. It almost always ended up in moments like this, his thoughts wandering down well-worn trails, though it had been a long time since he had got this caught up in them.

Trying to focus on something else, he looked to where Haywire was resting against the bank. His eyes were half closed, but Astro knew from experience that he wasn’t nearly as relaxed as his worn face seemed to suggest. Haywire was never relaxed. Though he is better than when he first arrived, Astro reflected, stuttering less and not glaring if someone touches him. When he was brought in to replace Armstrong, he brought trouble with him. He was older than them, and wanted nothing to do with anyone, meeting any order not given by a Jedi with a disdainful stare. Sometimes, when the order was particularly risky, he very nearly ignored it altogether. Astro figured that the only reason he had not already been court marshalled for insubordination was because he followed General Peeta’s orders, and seemed to trust her, if no one else. His attitude had gotten on everyone’s nerves, but none so more than Spark’s. Spark’s almost pathological desire to follow orders always led to conflict, and he and Quanda had been forced to stop the arguments that occurred almost every other week. That was until Quanda had caught that blaster bolt. After that he no longer felt like intervening, only doing so when the verbal baiting turned physical. Haywire had done something unexpected, though, when Spark was killed. Though Astro was sure that Spark genuinely hated him, Haywire refused to leave his side while he was injured and unconscious. He sat with him until he died, even going so far as to threaten the medic that tried to make him move. He never explained why; all he said was that he didn’t want Spark to feel alone, even though Spark probably never even knew he was there. Haywire never talked about what happened before he joined their company, but Astro guessed that someone had done the same for him once, probably during whatever left the scars on his face and his trust.

Shifting back into a crouch, he scanned the forest once more for the Jedi, but saw no one. He hoped they hadn’t got lost. The paths that had seemed so clear from the air seemed to disappear between the twisted trees and the lanky bushes, which looked more like bundles of twigs than living things. The entire forest seemed dead, all white and grey and black.

A sudden shuffling of feet drew his attention back to his squad. They were all crouching, with Woody leaning forward with one hand on the ground and the other on the side of his helmet. His shoulders were drawn up, though his tense posture told Astro nothing useful. Woody was always tense. What made Astro’s stomach clench was that his three other squad mates seemed just as tense. Grabbing his helmet from where it sat beside him, he slipped it on. Immediately, he heard a familiar voice, though it sounded both harsher and more satisfied than he had ever heard it before.

“… Sixty-six.”

Woody’s shoulders relaxed.

Astro felt his breath catch in his throat, and he immediately looked towards Woody, who had straightened up and leaned back on his heels. There was a moment complete silence, like even the wind was holding its breath, before their captain spoke over the comms. “Narglatch Company, execute Order Sixty-Six.” His words were quiet, but heavy with vicious anger.

Sickly confusion shot through Astro, and a single word slipped out unbidden. “What?”

Woody slowly turned his helmeted head towards Astro, and Haywire balled his fists. “Execute Order Sixty-six,” Woody repeated, his words slow and drawn out. His tone, that of furious anger, disconcerted Astro as much as his words. He hadn’t heard Woody speak with that much anger, that much emotion period, since Gallias.

“But General Peeta would never, could never, betray the Republic. She’s no traitor. We can’t kill her!” Astro snapped back, confusion chilling to deep fear. If the Chancellor had called Order 66, that mean that the Jedi had become traitors. But he knew, he knew, that their General would never betray the Republic.

“You’re a soldier, follow your orders,” Rhaz snarled, his tone mirroring Woody’s. Astro shot a look around the creek bed and saw the other squads getting ready to head out into the forest, to look for and kill their General.

He looked back at Woody, looking him dead in the eye though neither could tell given they were both wearing helmets, and muttered, “Yes, sir. I shall go search for the General.” Mechanically, he stood and vaulted himself on top of the bank, scanning for movement in the trees. All was still. He sprinted off in the direction he had seen the General leave in.

He had to get to her first, warn her to get away. He had to stop his brothers from doing something he knew they would regret. He had to protect them. All of them. It didn’t take long to see the three troopers she had taken with her. Slowing down, he called out “Where’s the General?”, careful to keep his voice neutral.

“Coming.” The trooper’s voice was harsh, and from that Astro knew they too had heard the order. The only reason he could think as to why they hadn’t acted on it was because she had a greater chance of escaping them than escaping the entire company. Returning to his sprint, it only took him a few more hammering heartbeats to see General Peeta deeper in the forest. The Trianii blended easily into the environment even though she stood two meters tall, her sandy beige robes a similar colour to the soil and the black stripes on her grey coat like the shadows on the trees. Now, however, she was framed against stark white trunks. As he ran towards her, he switched off his helmet’s comms before pulling it off to ensure no one could listen in.

She stopped walking as he drew close and regarded him with concerned amber eyes. “What is it, Astro?”

“General, you have to run. We’ve been ordered to execute you as a traitor to the Republic. You have to go. Now!” His words were breathless rush as he skidded to a stop. She stood there, frowning at him for a heartbeat, before her eyes shifted to look behind him. He felt ice fill he chest as her ears flattened sideways and her long grey and black tail began to sweep from side to side. Clenching his teeth, he turned around and took an involuntary step back. Moving towards them was a wall of clone troopers, their armour marked with light blue. He took another step backwards and collided with something solid. Glancing over his shoulder he realised his was standing back to back with his General. The rest of his company had encircled them. Dropping his helmet, he pulled his blaster from his belt and raised it in silent warning. He heard the sharp sounds of two lightsabers igniting before feeling a light pressure at his side and seeing an orange glow. Sparing a glance over his other shoulder, he saw General Peeta holding her green-bladed lighsaber before her in a defensive position, while she was using her prehensile tail to hold her orange bladed shoto at his side.

“Kill the traitors!” A hail of blaster bolts flew towards him, and he felt the pressure at his side change as the orange blade flicked up in from of him. It started to move almost incomprehensibly fast, protecting him from incoming fire. He took a breath and narrowed his focus down to no dying, pushing the thrumming fear away. He fired off shots whenever he saw a gap, aiming for limbs and blasters. Even so, he couldn’t stop his mind for scanning for familiar markings. He would not be able to bear it if he saw Woody or Jara or Rhaz or even Haywire. But he did not see the bright green Haywire had painted on his armour, and the light blue patterns seemed to blend into each other. He heard a soft grunt from behind him and hoped that the light armour General Peeta wore under her robes was protecting her. He felt a dim burst of pain shoot up his right leg and looked down. The outer side of his lower leg plate was smoking.

He heard another gasp from behind him, this time sharper. Looking up and around, he realised that while they were holding the company back for now, there was no escape. “I have an idea,” he muttered over his shoulder.

“What?” General Peeta rumbled back, voice slightly strained.

Taking his left hand off his blaster, he reached into a belt pouch and pulled out three small, round objects. “Once I let off these smoke grenades use the Force get us a path out of here.”

“Right,” she murmured, and he felt her posture shift. Astro took one last, deep, breath before he activated and dropped the grenades. As soon as they hit the ground they started to spin and release a smothering cloud of white smoke. It only took a few moments for the thick smoke to engulf them, blocking his view of his brothers.

“Duck.” The General’s voice was soft, but he obeyed immediately, crouching close to the ground. He heard the hiss of sheathing lightsabers followed by the distinctive clatter of plastoid smacking together, then the blaster bolts stopped. He felt something briefly wrap around and tug at his left arm and looked up to see the General sprinting away through the smoke. Astro sprang to his feet and charged after her, not paying attention to how the smoke seemed to cling to them, hiding them from the chasing blaster bolts. He could hear many feet behind him, and as soon as the smoke started to clear he dived behind the nearest tree. Keep going, he whispered in his mind as he watched his General run deeper into the forest, before turning to look for their pursuers.

He could see them now, emerging through the smoke, and he fired a few blaster bolts in their direction, purposefully aiming wide. Once he saw a few break off to run in his direction he sprinted towards another tree, further away from his General’s path. Blue blasterfire chased him, igniting hope within him. He’d hoped that at least some of his brothers would decide to chase him rather than the General, and he hoped that if that happened then she would have a greater chance of survival. Looking around, he spotted a clear path towards a fallen tree thick enough to hide behind. He took a deep breath and threw himself towards it. Before he had taken more than two steps he felt something hit him from behind, throwing him forward. More impacts followed, and all he could feel was pain. Everything fizzled to black, and he heard a shrill scream. It took a few long moments to see again and realise he was lying half on his side, head resting on his arm, which was stretched out above him. Immediately he tried to move his fingers, but that only elicited pain than lanced through his body and black clouds that burst over his vision. He tried to move some other part of him; there was nothing. Astro felt his throat tighten at the thought of being paralysed, and he prayed to the Force that he had bought Peeta enough time.

His world constricted around him, pain and fear almost overwhelming. All he could hear was the staccato pants of his breath, punctuated by the painful thud of his heart against his ribs, each beat seeming to take longer than the last. His throat felt dry and tight, shadows crouched on the edge of his vision. He couldn’t move, just stare helplessly in the direction Peeta had run. He watched as she leapt up into a tree, a dark shape stark against the twisted white trunk. She seemed to hang there for an impossibly long heartbeat before vaulting herself further into the canopy.

The shadows started to move further across his vision, and the ground seemed to undulate in time with his pulse. He saw a dark shape leap from tree to tree, the path she took dashed with blue light. Bursts of flame erupted from the foliage when the bolts hit a tree, each gout of orange short lived.

The pain seemed to intensify with each breath, pushing into his chest, his back, his skull like a million needle-sharp daggers. He could barely see. It forced a dry, soundless sob from his throat before ebbing away, stealing every other sensation with it.

A dim shape fell from the trees. Blasterfire converged where it landed, painting the trees with pale blue.

He felt a soft breath escape as the shadows overtook his eyes. He was sinking. He couldn’t hear anything, feel anything.

Everything was gone.

[madblondechemist]

Some of Keetura’s best childhood memories are from before her mother became chieftain. Before her life was consumed by politics, and she was still able to come home at night. When she was young enough to still have her spots she would beg her mother to tell her a story. Usually this was accompanied by a half-hearted sigh as mother would say "Now kitten it is time for bed." Keetura would then stare up at her mother and make her eyes as big and pleading as possible saying "just one story then I will go straight to bed!" Her mother would then give and exasperated chuckle, scoop her up, and place her on the cushions. Now Trianii are very spiritual people. Their legends date all the way back to the beginning. Many Trianii, especially those descended from chieftains, had a type of story magic. They created pictures of light by drawing on the Force. Keetura loved this, and she always thought her mother was the best story teller. Mother would then ask which story she wanted to hear, Keetura would excitedly say "tell me a warrior story!" As these were her favorite. Her mother would take a moment finding her focus and Keetura would sit absolutely still, holding her breath so as not to disturb the beginning. Her mother would begin to recite quietly at first and the scene built up from the silence. Gradually light would extend from her hands and the pictures would begin to focus. Keetura would listen enraptured and dream of the day when she would be in the stories that children listened too.

[temsikfates-archive]

NEW IC TAGS

Ok since I'm starting the blog from scratch i want to see if this new tag system will work out (if not I'll continue using the old ones akskdk)

[maximumsuckage]

Hello! I marathoned "Space Dad Lives" this week, and though I'm still working on the massive comment I'm going to have to leave for you on AO3, I had a little question. I absolutely adore Healer Kitsa (of course, she's fantastic), but I can't remember you mentioning her species in the fic! Does she have a (canonical) species that you have in mind, or did you just think "soft and fluffy" and wing it? Thank you so much, again, for this incredible fic - it's one of the best things I've ever read. 😁

Hi!! Oh my gosh this makes my day 🥰😍🥰 Thank you for reading my thing!! I’m so glad you like it, I’m elbow deep in the next chapter for you ❤️❤️

Kitsa Durahba! My master youngling-healer ❤️ I’ll be honest, I had no species picked for her. She’s custom built for Anakin. But I’m searching through the species list now and I think she’s closest to a Trianii, with the feline-ish features and the tail. She’s definitely small for one though, since their average height is over six foot and she’s about 5’2 or 5’3. And I don’t know if I wrote it down anywhere, but it’s important to note that she has the Maine coon tufts of fur from her ears, on the grounds of that’s how she looks in my head.

Of course, now you have me thinking about it, and that’s kind of poetic. The smallest of her siblings from a large, powerful race, but she was the one who was Force sensitive. Not only that, but rather than leaning into the independent, aggressive roots of her people, she chooses the gentler role of healer.

Thanks for the question 🥰 You have no idea how excited you made me to dig into one of my OCs a little more ❤️❤️❤️ absolutely made my night!! Thank you for reading!!!

[temsikghosts]

More Star Wars/Ghost Trick crossover for those who love it!

This time I wanted to come up with a design for Yomiel as Darth Shard (yup, the “Darth Vader” of this AU). I decided to use his mechanical body in GT as an inspiration. Since Vader nearly lost his body at Mustafar (and Yomiel lost his body in GT) I tought it would be really symbolic to use his mechanical fake body to be his life-support armor in this AU xD His name is Darth Shard to reference the Temsik shard.

I’m also introducing Master Ray, who in this AU takes Master Yoda’s place as the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. And he’s a separate character from Missile entirely, who is gonna be Lynne’s faithful companion in the future, after the Jedi Order is extinct.

And to finish, a better picture of Trianii Padawan Shiseru (catSissel, but his name is the japanese version in this AU to avoid confusing him with Yomiel’s wife) alongside with Master, Yomiel, when he was still a good Jedi Knight fighting for the Republic.

Hope you all like my Star Wars AU! May the Force be with you guys =P

[crossed--fates]

Jedi Trick | Star Wars verse

Okay, I thought it was time for me to make a proper post about my favorite AU verse! So, here we go!

Yomiel

Yomiel was taken in by Jedi Master Jowd to be trained at the Temple at age 9. Because of his rather old age, the Jedi Council was reluctant to take him in, but with some insistence from Jowd’s part, they agreed to train Yomiel, to Master Cabanela’s chagrin. Yomiel was assigned as Jowd’s padawan and trained under him, but he was also developing secret feelings for his childhood friend, Sissel, a senator of the Republic. He marries Sissel in secret while hiding his affair from his Masters. Once he becomes a Knight, he takes in a padawan named Shiseru, a Trianii with black fur. He becomes very fond of his padawan and they often see each other as brothers and are always going on missions together.  But one day, he starts to have nightmares about Sissel dying and Chancellor Sith (yep, that’s literally his name in Ghost Trick, it’s a pun lol) tries to convince Yomiel to join the Dark Side so he can save his wife. 

Haha, basically, Yomiel takes Anakin’s role here, but for interactions with other SW canon characters I may adjust some stuff in his story so it won’t affect SW canon storyline, like changing Chancellor Sith’s role (and even changing his name since LOL it’s kinda an obvious name) And honestly, for interactions with other SW canon characters his story may take place in any period before the Clone Wars or during the Old Republic

Sissel

A Senator of the Republic, Sissel knows Yomiel since he was a child. She knows that once he becomes a Jedi, they can’t be together, but their feelings for each other are so strong that she can’t resist and ends up marrying him in secret. A wise and kind woman, Sissel is always ready to put herself in danger for the greater good and values her friends and loved ones a lot. She has the same fate as Padmé in the movies and dies after Yomiel becomes a Sith Lord in an attempt to save her.

[dingoat]

Super fun commission of a couple of pilots in a Star Wars tabletop game, a Selonian and a Trianii. Just kickin’ back over a drink, you know how it is! 

[baraste-legacy]

Kavek the Devaronian Demolitionist by Shel Healy

“More common than the Trianii I drew last week, Devaronians at least have representation in the Star Wars films. This is my boyfriend's character in an ongoing D6 Star Wars campaign.“

Higher resolution artwork available at the author’s artstation.com pages

[sassheliosazuras]

Sass dancing headcanon? :)

    Sass during adolescence was a case of his legs grew before the rest of his body did. So for the first year of puberty was a clumsy mess. Satele disparaged when she brought him with her to social events such as on Alderaan or when they rescued a planet from a poisonous  planet-wide bomb. The fest afterwards by the village chief had Sass step on every single one of his partners toes. (Even the natives with no toes) So every morning after sparring and meditation Satele Shan Would spend an hour teaching Sass how to dance both the fancy Alderaaning court dances to the fast paced Trianii ritual dance. It took well over 2 years of constant practice, but now Sass is an excellent dancer.

[mortallyclearwonderland]

Star Wars Alien Species - Kobok

The Koboks evolved on the Outer Rim Territories planet of Koboth, on the border of the Tingel Arm. As they spread across the six continents and numerous island chains of their homeworld, a planet scorched by solar flares, they diverged into several races distinguished by the color of their carapaces. Although the Koboks had no contact with the greater galaxy for millennia, they developed sub-light space travel on their own. The species spread to surrounding systems and established a sphere of influence known as Kobothi Space. Over thousands of years, they warred constantly with one another. However, with the rise of the Koboth Union several centuries before the fall of the Galactic Republic, the Koboks were united under a single government and began to encounter other sentient species.

Although they never joined the Old Republic, the Koboks brokered trade agreements with both the Trianii and the Hiitians centuries before the rise of the Galactic Empire. Corellian and Duros explorers eventually came across the Koboks and found the insectoids already engaged in intra-system flight. These contacts resulted in the blazing of trade routes to Kobothi Space and brought the planet Koboth into contact with the greater galaxy via the Hydian Way hyperlane.

Because of their proximity to the Corporate Alliance and its planetary holdings, the Koboks became engaged in territorial disputes with their neighbor. One such altercation erupted circa 15 BBY, a dispute that turned more violent than past conflicts. This caused the Koboks to increase the degree of militarization in their society to become even more combat-ready. The Koboks became heavily involved in what became known as the Mavvan Conflict, which in turn led to the creation of the Kobothi S-Corps. Those Koboks who earned distinction in these conflicts were awarded the Koboth Insurgent Mantle, a blue cape. The events further defined the Koboks' galaxy-wide image as capable soldiers.

The Koboks hailed from the planet Koboth, where they were governed by the united body of the Koboth Union. A history of violence and warfare, coupled with the harsh and unforgiving nature of their homeworld, made the Koboks a hardy and calculating species. This temperament made them particularly suited for military and mercenary work. Non-Koboks in the galaxy at large saw them as crafty killing machines, a perception only solidified by the Koboks' proclivity for violent professions.

The elite of the Kobok military was known as the Kobothi S-Corps, a body that had been created less than a decade before the Battle of Yavin. The S-Corps were charged with the duty of protecting Kobothi space and interests. The organization used its own "code" languages, known only to members of the unit. The species had access to standard galactic technology, although some Koboks modified their starships to take advantage of their 360-degree field of vision; for example, a Kobok might place radar screens directly behind the pilot. The species spread to the surrounding systems and engaged in trade with their galactic neighbors, such as the Trianii and the Hiitian species. They also came into frequent conflict with the power-hungry Corporate Alliance, as their territories bordered one another.

The Koboks were a species of thin, sentient insectoids. The Kobok body was roughly humanoid, with a bipedal stance and a slight, almost skeletal frame. Nevertheless, Koboks were quite strong despite the slight frame, and some could jump as high as half their body length. In general, their constitution was not particularly robust. Nevertheless, they were immune to the more deadly effects of an ailment known as Rooze Disease—the medicine for the illness did cause them to laugh uncontrollably, though.

Although yellow Koboks were most common, the coloration of a Kobok's carapace depended on the region of the species' homeworld, Koboth, from which the individual came. For example, the Koboks from the Kuurok Peninsula tended to sport a dark green to black carapace. Other Koboks had crème, beige, brown, orange, or green colorations. The carapace featured several spikes and protrusions, and it was rigid and fairly durable. This covering afforded the Koboks resistance to the harmful effects of exposure to radiation.

Claws, also referred to as foreclaws and stingers, grew from each of a Kobok's limbs, four on each forearm and three on each shin. Kobok combatants were able to extend these natural weapons somewhat in preparation for combat to allow for a slashing attack against enemies. Such natural weapons delivered a potent venom that was capable of rendering a victim unconscious for several hours. Not even Koboks were immune to such effects; it was possible for careless individuals to knock themselves out. Koboks possessed four-fingered hands and three-toed feet. Members of the species walked with the torso angled slightly forward.

Each Kobok possessed three compound eyes set into spiked sockets and covered by lids. Alhough the carapace was tough and chitinous like that of many insectoid species, their spiky brows were also able to move to create expressions. Two of these organs were positioned at the front of the head roughly where a Human's eyes were located, and one was at the center of the back of the head. Each eye had a wide field of vision, so in tandem, the three visual organs provided the Kobok with a 360-degree view of his or her surroundings. These visual organs were red or orange in color. Although the Kobok mouth featured insectoid mandibles, it opened to reveal a humanoid interior, including sharp, white teeth and a red tongue. This physiology allowed the Kobok to create humanoid facial expressions, such as a smile. Two small, flat nostrils perforated the front of the face. Koboks were covered in a thin fuzz, and they were able to grow the hair on their faces long, with some individuals even gathering their facial fuzz into a sort of ponytail beard.

A typical member of the species stood between 1.3 and 1.8 meters or 4.3 and 5.9 feet tall, but due to the body's thinness, rarely weighed more than 60 kilograms or 132 pounds.

Kobok age at the following stages:

1 - 8 Child

9 - 16 Young Adult

17 - 40 Adult

41 - 65 Middle Age

66 - 75 Old

Examples of Names: Gaff, Kasj, Koas, Tiska, Slis.

Languages: Koboks speak and read Kobothi, a pitched, hissing language that does not translate well into Basic. In addition, some "Code" languages are known only to S-Corps agents and other secretive organizations. Researchers know very little of the languages or their nature.

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Star Wars DnD Character Design!

Name: Keetura

Species: Trianii

Age: 18

Class: Scout

Setting: Near the start of the clone wars. She is part of a republic task force accompanying a garrison of clones and a jedi to protect the world Cadomi Prime, which is an outer rim planet in the northeast of the universe near the corporate sector but not directly on the hydian way trade route.

Backstory (work in progress): Oldest child of a Trianii chieftain. Females are leaders because they are larger and more dexterous . Tianii culture was organized around their religious beliefs, with dance, art, music, literature, and even industry and commerce all revolving around spirituality. It also was strongly based on the family, and their primary religions all stressed the need for families.

She was expected to succeed her mother, but she began to wonder about the universe outside her home world. The trianii generally only care about their own world and beliefs causing them to be rather isolated. Her family abc the elders tried to dissuade her from learning about other worlds.Keetura decided that she wanted to know more about what was out there, and since her thirst for broader knowledge was severely frowned upon, she snuck onto a diplomatic vessel that had landed on Trian. She left a note saying that she was going to see the universe and then ended on a republic task force. She is severely naive and since she has never been off her own world and visitors were very rare. She gets excited by pretty much everything. Nobody is really sure how she got on the team but they are starting to accept her as a goofy younger sister and admire her talent for combat and range weaponry.

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