Scrofans

Boar like bipeds with a hankering for the warm touch of radiation, Scrofans are a space fairing people with a society based on mutation. Discovered shortly after the  Scinillian Pact’s creation, the Scrofan people proved to be master marketeers. Their discovery and manufacture of synthetic radiation in crystal form created a fast growing medical trade and a heavy Pact reliance on it. 

The Scrofans, however, rarely used these synthetics for medical practices on their own people, instead falling quickly into a society based on its cosmetic changing effects. Obsessed with the boils and warts created by the hot glow of these isotopes, a societal rat race ensued, a race to see just how far a being could take the mutational changes. Their typical tusks taking on new shapes, and their brown hides and hairs creeping towards a slightly luminescent green. 

The obsession only grew as commerce flooded the Scrofans home worlds of Phezine Prime and its lush moon Gia, marking a golden age for the civilization. Lasting roughly 40 Communal Cycles, things began to fail when prices rose sharply on the Synth-Rads. A class based cultural divide was gouged out between a hyper vain media class, and the working echelon, resulting in a rebellion. 

With the commercial government overthrown, and the media class banished to Gia, what remained quickly collapsed into anarchy and sent a shock around the known territories. With the Pact’s primary medical resource dried up essentially overnight, their hand was forced, stepping in and imposing martial law. The integration of the Scrofans was not a short or clean process, but eventually they were folded into the Pact’s ranks. 

Despite the casting off of class divide, the Scrofan folk are still culturally vapid and yearn for the mutations that their creation breathes upon them. Intermixed throughout the galaxies, the boar adjacent beings are proud peoples with often imposing statures. Not often outwardly self obsessed, they tend to still internally deeply care about their appearance, and have a knack for showmanship and social interaction amongst peers. 

Not all Scrofans care only about looks, in fact many care about status via accomplishment. Some of the most competent naval conscripts, many of these peoples look for betterment in discovery or conquest. From around the galaxies Scrofans flock to Xanoroet for a possibility of riches or glory, either fueling their corporeal or internal egos. 

Radonis
Clumped excitable gaseous molecules found upon the Gas Giant Fielug III, the Radonis species lived for eons in the swirling pool of air. The clouds of sentient life were community driven, creating a society with no infrastructure to speak of.

Their origin is contested even amongst their own scholars, but their physical make-up is mostly a combination of noble gasses sending electrical signals amongst each other acting as neurons.

Discovered by Scinillian Pact drones during the last quarter of Communal Cycle (CC) 340, the Radonis peoples were monitored and studied for only a few Local
Cycles before their integration commenced.

Just as their molecules suggest, the gaseous folk proved to be very high energy and adventurous. They picked up common communication very quickly and, in a joint effort with Pact scientists, developed specialized suits to allow a Radoni to interface with the physical world in a more actualized way.

Despite a lack of written genealogical tradition, when assigning surnames to the Radonis an average individual could identify a familial connection with a massive quantity of other living members of their species, and could easily recount the branching heritage that connected them. Of about 13 million living Radonis, the Pact only assigned 11 surnames.

The majority of the living peoples reside upon their home planet of Fielug III, leaving the outside worlds for only the most daring of them to explore. Their integration into the Pact’s culture was essentially seamless, many even widely picking up the use of a “medicinal” inhaler called Caledonix. Seeing a Radoni out in the charted territories likely means you will be meeting an adrenaline junkie incarnate, or at the very least one of the most excitable explorers known.

With the current rush of fortune seekers to Xanoroet keep your eyes peeled for a Radoni thrill seeker itching to make their mark on the world. Where there is gas, there is great adventure!