Pioneering new vistas in technology, the Kanmusu are sentient autonomous ships.
A mutation of Legionnaire's Disease, Space Sickness, or Space Lung, is a not uncommon malady of the Cosmic Era
There will come a day when mankind discovers the means to leave his solar system, to strike out into the galaxy and the myriad of stars and worlds beyond his own. There will come a great and terrible shock, because beyond that safe border, the galaxy is bright, and full of monsters
Strange things can be found in deep space, well away from the gravity and nuclear fury of a living star
Not to be confused with autons, auxons are small machines, 1 to 3 inches in length, that are used for large scale, long term, resource extraction.
A secret project of the Anunnaki, the first post-human phenoclade
Understanding that the planets in the universe are simply eggs, waiting to be torn apart by the creatures inside, gave birth to more questions than answers.
Each time mankind ventures into a new realm of exploration, he returns with tales of incredible creatures. Be it from the new continent, the tops of the mountains, or the depths of the seas. It is the acme of foolishness to assume that space would be empty of lifeforms. The forms that these new biologies took simply defied conventional physics or chemistry
Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Me thinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me.”
The Tulu are an evil and devious race, demonstrating the canny wickedness of Faustian devils and the perverse pleasures of hentai tentacle pornography.
The Qualm is a giant mass of tentacles and leaves with hundreds of mouth-like pods lined with teeth. It is about 1/8 of the size of Earth's moon, and it travels through space looking for nutrient rich planets that it can suck dry.
AHHHH!!! It's the Moon Hunter!!! Run Away!!!
"Sivver is the common name given to crystalline parasites, which interact with the nervous systems of carbon based Chordate life forms."
Definition of the word Sivver provided by the Galactic Scouting Guild's Almanac
“The Sivvers are an alien weapon that turns people into murderous glass sweating zombies.”
Uwell Ofmobile, retired Galactic Scout
Silent and invisible, the only herald of the arrival of Kayrun the Disintegrator is the screams of his victims.
With one of the most bizarre anatomies recorded the keerg are strange indeed. And that’s not mentioning the thirteen tentacles.
Of all the threats space travelers may face, few are as difficult to predict as Gamma Goblins.
The Stargate universe has revealed to humanity many of its secrets, and left more open. One of the most persistent mysteries stay the Furlings.
God of Strength in the Night, Hiding your Numbers, and The Silent Kill.
Captain, I see two dozen general displacement ships just coming into sensor range outside the system. There is no warp signature sir.
How Odd. Helmsman lay in an intercept course and let us investigate.
"Some creatures are simply hard to talk with. Take the Krys for example…"
Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.
Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the “Ash-Wind” comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.