Waking with a start, he sits up in bed breathing deeply, trying to catch his breath. He’s sweating and shaking but he knows it’ll eventually pass. He’s had this dream before
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It's not that the Wraith compel you to kill your friends. They inject this chemical into their victim so the heart won't stop and then they feed on their life energy. The body painfully ages decades in a matter of minutes. Once being feed on to a certain point, it becomes an act of mercy to end things quickly.
Being morally compelled to kill your friends - that's even worse.
What do I have to deal with... well, there's the Wingworm ambassador, who's friendly enough but physically can be difficult to deal with. He takes up far too much space and stinks of algae, and his bodily functions are... hm... shall we say, not mammalian.
There are a number of Insectoids. Nasty monsters, the lot of them. They range in size from half a meter in length to two meters, and they always travel in large numbers. You don't see five Hymenopters; you see five thousand. Most species are highly aggressive and fearless and none use or understand verbal communication.
There are the Griys, who once thought themselves superior enough to screw with the 'savage' species in the galaxy without consequence. Who knows how many societies of sentient life-forms they destroyed or irreparably damaged before we gave them a collective bite in the ass. They watch their actions now. But one can never trust a squeak that comes out of their pinched little mouths.
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Yeesh. And I thought the creeps I had to deal with were bad.
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It's not that the Wraith compel you to kill your friends. They inject this chemical into their victim so the heart won't stop and then they feed on their life energy. The body painfully ages decades in a matter of minutes. Once being feed on to a certain point, it becomes an act of mercy to end things quickly.
Who / what do you have to deal with?
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What do I have to deal with... well, there's the Wingworm ambassador, who's friendly enough but physically can be difficult to deal with. He takes up far too much space and stinks of algae, and his bodily functions are... hm... shall we say, not mammalian.
There are a number of Insectoids. Nasty monsters, the lot of them. They range in size from half a meter in length to two meters, and they always travel in large numbers. You don't see five Hymenopters; you see five thousand. Most species are highly aggressive and fearless and none use or understand verbal communication.
There are the Griys, who once thought themselves superior enough to screw with the 'savage' species in the galaxy without consequence. Who knows how many societies of sentient life-forms they destroyed or irreparably damaged before we gave them a collective bite in the ass. They watch their actions now. But one can never trust a squeak that comes out of their pinched little mouths.
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