"Turn back now!" howled the obviously terrified alien. "Half a light year past this point is Ickareet space!" "What space?" asked Peter "Ickareet!" screeched the alien. "Pardon our ignorance, but we've never been this far out before. Who are the Ickareet?" Jay calmly asked. "Slavers!" "Oh... well... This changes nothing." said Sergeant D. "Stay our course" he said to the helmsman. "What are you doing!? No ship has ever returned from Ickareet Space!" The alien buried its eyes in its hands. "nononononononononono!" "Geez, this little guy's scared shitless..." "My people have been at their mercy for millennia. They're fond of torture." "Oh boy..."
mandibles, 6 eyes
Civilization and Culture
males are attracted to featherlike organs on females heads. The richer the color, the more attractive the female.
Average Technological Level
developed an enzyme that heals all but the most grievous injuries. spacefaring. Own 3 or 4 dozen stars
Interspecies Relations and Assumptions
The Ickareet Cartel, which rules the species, views other species as little more than slaves.
- 150 years
- Average Height
- 3-4 feet
- Average Weight
- 75 pounds
- Average Length
- .6 meters
- Body Tint, Colouring and Marking
- toxic brown, green
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