Spindle wrote:WIP Application
NS Name: Spindle
Nation Name: The Star Kingdom of Spindle
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Capital: Puriel
Population Size: 38,058,811,986
Primary Species: Dearyn: Deayn are a heavily social race of insectile, highly polymorphic aliens with a complex carbon-based, metal-stranded biology. While not evidenced so much for themselves, the Dearyn biosphere - in ages past, at least - was capable of supporting gargantuan creatures. The most common Dearyn form - the Worker - is around two and a half metres tall, supported by a linked internal and external skeleton criss-crossed with muscle fibres. Evolved near the bottom of the food chain Deayn are primarily herbivorous, with grinding mouthparts to strip away the metallic bark of the once-prevalent trees and reveal the glassy interior tubules.
In the past Dearyn lived in Hives constructed from the various types of resin most castes can secrete. These were made semi-instinctively, and modern Hives are still styled as the older versions. Indeed, the living quarters of most Dearyn is simply a smart material box filled with rooms separated by self-produced resins and the vast majority of hives will have their walls and floor coated with it, if only to make the inhabitants feel at ease with their surroundings. Of course, resin isn't merely aesthetic: it also damps down the concentration of pheromones in the air: vital for maintaining any real population density without Hive-wide mood swings.
The pheromones are what place the Dearyn halfway between the swarm species and the full individualists. There is no Dearyn "Hive Mind" - except on the same, very broad, level that all species possess - but instead, the Dearyn are significantly more in touch with their collective than most species with pheromones and subsonics from every Dearyn in a Hive affecting every other Dearyn. From this comes a degree of that swarm coordination - especially on the smaller scale - despite every member of the species being fully sentient and a fully-fledged individual in their own right.
Dearyn have three main genders: females, primarily Lecet and Queens, Matrons, who are considered their own caste, and Males, which make up every other morph. Females periodically lay eggs in communal fertilisation spaces, which males then fertilise when the time of month descends upon them. Once this is done a Matron will swallow certain eggs and nurture them within herself, warming them and providing them with sustenance while she fattens herself up. The eggs hatch after nearly a year, at which point the young will eat their way out of the Matron and then thoroughly consume her. They scatter through the Hive for the next few years until they start to release their own pheromones and integrate into society.
As a result of their subconcious communication, Dearyn are highly empathic - between each other, at least. This leads them to a blind intersection between genuine naivety and accidental cruelty in their encounters with alien beings. While the Dearyn equivalent of a handshake is to release large quantities of satisfaction pheromones, the composition of these has lead many hopeful ambassadors to accidentally spew copious quantities of highly-toxic gasses directly into the face of a counterpart whose chemistry reacts poorly to ingesting heavy metals. No harm is ever meant by such actions - and the Lecet in particular have learned to appraise their counterparts for chemical composition and tensile strength before attempting any form of communications with them.
While any given Dearyn is unlikely to change morph throughout their lives, it is an increasingly common occurrence as the species as a whole continues to come to grips with the extent of modern technology. This is usually done as a result of various stress hormones found within the Hive, which also affect the caste composition of the eggs deposited by Lecet and Queens and the mental growth of hatchlings. Although a somewhat slow mechanism, this was originally meant to ensure that the Hive could adapt to prolonged wars easily. In the modern age, it simply unbalances the population long after the war is done.
Traditionally shifting morphs required direct injections from a Queen, and was equally likely to result in death as it was any change of caste after the days of agonising internal restructuring. In the modern day morphs can be changed in hours, even minutes, and is nearly-painless. In part, this is because of the natural integration of macro-technology, nanotechnoloy and biotechnology into the Dearyn form, but more of it is because of the sheer practice which morph-shapers have had in recent years. While very few Dearyn shift their morph, almost all will undergo modification at some point in their life. This ranges from simple augs to full-body reconstruction or even disassociation - becoming a disembodied brain with a body made of nanite-infused smart metals. As such, the appearances of Dearyn even of the same morph can often be entirely unrelated from each other and few two Dearyn appear exactly the same, even to outsiders.
Nation History: The earliest chapters of Spindle's history is tied to that of the forests which were its first home. Beyond the forests stalked creatures of immense size and power, and so the Dearyn remained within them and warred amongst themselves for power and unity: expending both. They learned to smelt metals and ores, but the weapons they fashioned thus were of little use against the chitin of their natural adversaries, so they turned them against themselves instead. The forests remained oases of safety amid the desert of danger on the grasslands and tundra beyond.
And then the wars took a new turn as the first true firearms were developed. In the close ranges necessitated by forests, even primitive firearms proved deadly: capable of firing all of the way through a Dearyn without slowing down. The slaughter in the forests intensified, but the first inroads to safe pathways between the forests were made them. As cannon became more and more advanced, the Dearyn soon began to spread out to the rest of their planet. For the first time, they found themselves unified: doing all that they could to remove the only external threat to their being.
Within a century the great beasts which stalked the plains had been slain, and the Dearyn collapsed back into their old ways. Hive fought Hive in wars of subjugation, assimilation and, on occasion, annihilation which came close to shattering them as a people. Peace became little more than a resting space, a pause for breath before the next conflict as empires were formed, expanded, overreached and collapsed. Life remained short, and just as harsh as in years before, yet as technology advanced the rate of warfare slowed, stilled, stopped entirely with the advent of nuclear weapons.
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Ermm, we are using the same pic for your Lecet and my primary species of Vor'Saktenus. Things might get confusing