The Bleudaptoatl and The Psychederm by meso-mhyrr, literature
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The Bleudaptoatl and The Psychederm
Allow me to introduce you to the Bleudaptoatl and the Psychederm, two unique races delivered from a far away alien world by the Geoproteanthrope, biological, meteoric, interstellar traveler...
Creature Variation, Habitat, and Morphology
APRIL 18, 2016 ~ GEOPROTEUS ~ EDIT
Bleudaptoatl- The Geoproteanthrope Pod surges with pressure from a central cavity. Inside stirs the egg-bearing Lotaurelious. When the Lotaurelious reaches maturity the Pod’s thoracic segmental hatch breaches hold and dispenses an inky fluid. Then the crystalline drone ejects itself into the ocean and wiggles itself to cleanse and begin its descent. Birthed, now the g
Geoproteanthrope, Ecology of the life bringer by meso-mhyrr, literature
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Geoproteanthrope, Ecology of the life bringer
Ecology of the Life Bringer, Great Seeding of Many Terrestrial and Oceanic Worlds The fission pods are many fathoms deep under the gulf. Ecologically adept, each pod has the capacity of spawning a plethora of highly advanced flora and fauna. Poised for delivering a copious assortment of rapidly integrative mimicries, all the while offering to advance and enrich a host of natural selection along with an interdependence among similar species akin to its nature. With a vast microcosm of explicitly correlative symbioses, these microecologies, are introductive of many species capable of metamorphic convergence between the matrixes of animal, vegetable, and even the dramatic transmutation of minerals utilizing highly adaptive synergistic microbes to transmute the prevalent soil compositions. Microbialization of the soil begins with the rapid reproduction and dispersion of organisms ideally purposed for the rapid deconstruction of a specific range of material, establishing a foundation
The Back Lines Project by dragonguilders, literature
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The Back Lines Project
Race Coalition «Escort Units» :
-RCS Zurück Linds:
Ship: Heidnisch-Class Carrier
The RCS Zurück Linds was commissioned in 2275 GD to be the one and only Heidnisch-Class of Carriers. These carriers aren’t meant for front line assaults or invasion support. They are a small ship that carries a squadron of 8 fighters and have Inter-Space jump capabilities. The Race Coalition, after its formation, needed a federal way of protecting multiple of its assets from pirate raids that were becoming more and more common. The RCS Zurück Linds was determined to be one of the three ships that would answer this call
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