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A ruthless space alien from the far corners of a distant galaxy. Its kind was known for its destructive and invasive behavior, destroying planets, and galaxies and leaving no conscience in the process. One of the more powerful Spectrians, this being could wield powerful ‘Syntheotic’ projectile attacks.

It ravaged every civilization it came across with terrible ‘Synter’ magic. Spears of blackness descended upon the hopeless planets. Entire galaxies boiled and consumed by incredible power of these spectral magicians. The Syntheons sent these messengers of death to destroy the most powerful galaxies.

Across the vast stretches of the universe, there dwells a creature born in the synthetic darkness of a forgotten realm of the Syntheons, a race of malevolent, invasive, synthetic beings with no conscience or remorse. Erradikils were beings ‘syntered’ to be a weapon of destruction, a monstrous entity that seeks to ravage and despoil all galaxies and planets it encounters. Its eyes glint with a dull purple light that reveals its nature of destruction and malice.

The Syntheon creature was an unstoppable force of destruction, sent to wreak havoc and chaos upon whatever galaxies and planets it arrived. Its size, huge and imposing, standing two bodies tall with long sintered legs and arms ending in powerful claws. Its large, sharp blueish eyesight surveyed its surroundings as if it was sizing it up, ready to plunge into a never-ending cycle of mass destruction. It moved from planet to planet, always ensuring complete devastation of all lifeforms in its path. No matter the obstacles, the creature moved past them with a sense of purpose.. the purpose of fulfilling its destructive destiny.

It was a gigantic being, terrorizing and destroying with ruthless abandon. Like a hunter in the night, its single eye piercing the darkness and tearing right through the very fabric of the cosmos. The few who dared to look were quickly incinerated like moths before an all-consuming flame.

Syntheons. They were of true chaos and destroyer of worlds.

Hunger seemed to course through its black veins, a never-ending hunger for domination that it would slake by bringing entire galaxies to their knees. It was a space alien lifeform that was driven by the fear and trepidation of the inhabitants of the universe it plundered. They were called Malygnos.

The Aquaneer sat atop the fragile rock of a small island that hovered near the clouds of a distant star system. His name was Shexilok, a small yet proud turtle person from the Thalassi race. He had been assigned to this small island to extract jelly from the marshy depths of the sea below. His task was a noble one, as the jelly was meant to feed the growing population of Thalassi warriors who had been deployed in the ongoing galactic war.

Shexilok worked diligently, day and night collecting the precious jelly from the murky waters beneath him. Despite his strong work ethic, Shexilok couldn’t help but yearn to become part of the great Thalassi military forces on the front lines of the galactic war. The very thought of it filled him with a sense of pride and excitement that kept his spirits up through long hours in the sea.

When he finally had a few moments to himself between collecting jelly, Shexilok would sit atop the rock and gaze upon the night sky. He was comforted by the thought that life in the galaxy might some day change for the better, and of how he may one day play a part in it.

His name was Torkoal. His Thallossus sailed through the vast, star-flecked voids of space, and within his lifetime, his people had encountered numerous alien races, all vying for control of the galaxy. The Thalassi soldier was a remarkable being. A race of intelligent life forms known for sheer strength that emanated from their presence, as if a gathering storm cloud ready to unleash its might. Torkoal had embraced his new alien environment, both the technology and war-torn life that went along with it. He had risen to become one of the legendary warrior’s amongst the Thalassi, and the occasional whispered stories of his courage seemed to further enforce his growing reputation.

Tyrnek dragged his weary body out from the battlefield, the scorched remains of a once proud space vessel detailing the only evidence of the pitched battle that ravaged the area only moments before. His head throbbed from where an enemy projectile had struck him, but he was relieved to still be alive; the rest of his platoon had not been able to share the same fortune as him.

He struggled to move, but he knew that he had escaped what would have been almost certain death. Facing his enemies was nothing new to Tyrnek, a member of a race of intelligent turtle people known as the War Turtles. He had been fighting in this unending war since he was barely more than a pup, and in the years since, he had become an expert marksman and a consummate warrior.

His comrades respected him as a leader, as he led his troops to many a famous victory. This battle however, had been anything but a victory. Casualties had been large and Tyrnek had lost many close comrades who he had grown to call friends. The sense of failure threatened to overcome him, yet he refused to surrender to it. He had been trained to never give in no matter how dire the situation and he was determined to keep that philosophy for as long as he could.

Tyrnek pushed aside his emotions and focused his mind on what tasks he needed to do next. He had been sent as a scout and messenger as a part of his mission, and he had urgent communications to deliver to his superiors regarding the battle. Laying his hand on the small communicator at his hip, he clicked the button and said “Tyrnek here, I need an extraction at my coordinates, I have important messages that need to be delivered.”

A moment later, he heard a voice crackle back through the static. “Acknowledged, Tyrnek. An extraction team is on its way. Don’t worry, you’ll be back home in no time.” Tyrnek sighed in relief, grateful for the knowledge that his mission would be completed shortly. In the meantime, he remained vigilant. This war was far from over and it was his duty to make sure that he, and his team, remained alive to fight another day. He mentally prepared himself for the next battle while he awaited the extraction team.

Suddenly, he heard a loud whooshing sound and turned to see a regiment of fighter ships flying right towards him. He quickly assessed the facts. The enemy was attacking and gaining ground. Fear threatened to overwhelm him, but Tyrnek held firm. This wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last, that he would have to face danger. But with his allies at his back and his determination strong, he was determined to stand his ground and fight back. He drew his blaster and as the first wave of enemies descended..

Tiyo was born into a family of turtle people, a race of intelligent lifeforms living in a distant galaxy. She grew up in a small village on the planet of Utu, where she had a close-knit circle of friends and family. As a young adult, Tiyo found herself drawn to a life of adventure, and soon enlisted in the galactic army to fight in a war that had broken out between alien creatures and intelligent lifeforms.

At first, Tiyo felt a sense of excitement as she was stationed to the front line. She was eager to use her skills in battle and become a hero for the cause. But soon the harsh realities of war began to set in.

Between battles, Tiyo and her fellow team mates would talk and joke in an attempt to keep morale up. But even in those moments, Tiyo could feel the underlying sadness that came with the war. She would often think of her friends and family back home and wonder if they were safe.