Since I don’t have enough aliens in my Justice-Man stories to do a month of them, I’m devoting the rest of this July to the other comics I was making in Junior High, the Space Army. I will wring a complex mythos out of the stories I made up as a kid and nobody can stop me!

Cronians

The Cronians are the species of Captain Farniconigon. One of the founding races of the Space Army, the Cronians once had colonies on thousands of worlds throughout multiple galaxies. That was until the species known as the Flartians rose from Galaxy Two and decided to lash out at every other species they came across. The Space Army was eventually able to stop the march of the Flartians, but not before the Cronians were rendered nearly extinct. The Cronians who remain are mostly scattered throughout the cosmos, which could doom this race to oblivion.

Dinkondiyop is one of the Cronians who wants to prevent that fate. He has created a Cronian colony on a planet and has invited any and all Cronians to live there in the hopes of getting a population built back up and restoring Cronian culture. The problem that he has come across is that there used to be an awful lot of Cronians, so there was an awful lot of differing aspects of their culture. Some Cronian worlds banned clothing, others made it illegal to go without wearing the bones of your ancestors. There was one Cronian planet where everyone had to go without sleep once night each month write poetry on their shoes, but there is not one Cronian still alive who wants to do that. Dinkondiyop wants to keep all the old traditions alive, but is finding it impossible to please everyone, so now he has to pick and choose.

Stangolongobond is in a space biker gang. He was in the Space Army during the war, and saw some things that have left him in a pretty dark place. After the war he moved to a planet known for its outlaw culture and hooked up with a multi-species gang of like-minded individuals. The lot of them are sick of “normal” culture and want to be free to do their own thing. Cruising through space in their personalized spaceshipcycles, the gang takes jobs smuggling or just robs supply convoys as they see fit. They camp out on forbidding planetoids and hide in forsaken nebulae, and Stangolongobond is just happy that there’s nobody to tell him how to live his life, or to make him do anything he doesn’t want to do. It’s turned out that he’s still had to do a lot of things he doesn’t want to do, because of the circumstances he and the gang get into, but he’s not doing it because he’s following orders, it’s his own choice now.

Tegberrito doesn’t even know what has happened to his people. In a state of suspended animation on a deep-space mining vessel, Tegberrito was the only survivor when the vessel crashed on a world far outside the limits of the Space Army’s sphere of influence. Waking up on a strange jungle world, with insectoid natives much weaker than himself, Tegberrito was able to establish himself as a swashbuckling hero, and eventually a ruler of a nation. Though he once dreamed of guiding the natives to space so he could rejoin his people, the life he’s made on that world has been rewarding enough that his own people don’t occupy his thoughts very often anymore.

A Fact About Cronians: Cronians have five sexes. If we call them A, B, C, D, and E. If an A mates with a B, it produces an A or a B. if a D mates with an E, it produces a D or an E. If an A and an E, or a B and a D have a child, it is a C. The C gender are sterile and can not produce offspring, but make up the vast majority of the species. This complex system has not been helpful now that the species is becomming rare. Humans are unable to tell any of the sexes apart, though.

Universe: Bronze

The tradition in my previous years of Super Sunday was to devote July to the characters involved in the stories of “Justice-Man”, the superhero I made up in junior high. But, as I said when I tried to do this during the Supernatural Sundays last year, I was trying to do “realistic” (as my junior high self understood it) superhero stories. I was able to dig up enough characters to do last year, but poring through my notes I can only find one alien character in the Justice-Man stuff. It’ll have to do.

The Ai’Rekk

The Ai’Rekk are a species that arose on an icy world they call Lyjos. They are tall humanoids with green skin and large antennae. Only a few generations ago, a single government managed to maintain control of the entire world. That government, under the rule of Supreme Flont Ezigan, has been brutal and oppressive.

Kor Colston is a high-ranking member of the Supreme Flont’s secret police. When a strange alien being, the human called Justice-Man, crashed to Lyjos after some cosmic adventure, it was captured and interrogated by Kor Colston. The alien was able to convince Kor Colston that it could be of service, a secret weapon against rebellious upstarts. Naturally, that was a ploy on Justice-Man’s part, and the human actually aided a group of Ai’Rekk rebels escape the planet. Kor Colston was embarrassed by this setback, but managed to keep it a secret to not lose standing.

Midnow Voey is an intellectual, and therefore an enemy of the state. There was a time when Midnow Voey’s family were historians, but when the Supreme Flonts took over, it was decided that there was no use in history, as it was all about times they’d rather have forgotten. But still, Midnow Voey’s relatives (those not “disappeared” by the government) raised him to have an interest in the subject matter, but to keep it secret. A secret panel in Midnow Voey’s dwelling contains a number of notes and artifacts that would be damning evidence if they were to be discovered.

Tent Bellyr was wounded in an explosion and now requires a machine for mobility. The explosion was caused by rebels trying to break into a food storage dome, and thus Tent Bellyr is considered a victim of a terrorist act. The Supreme Flont’s propagandists saw fit to use Tent Bellyr as a face of the victims of the criminals who oppose the government. Before the explosion, Tent Bellyr was as much an oppressed victim of the government as everyone else, and would have happily broken into a food dome if possible, but now is treated very well by those who want to ensure his loyalty as a propaganda tool. While Tent Bellyr has some internal conflict about this, it still seems wiser to go along with it and reap the benefits.

A Fact About The Ai’Rekk: The Ai’Rekk sleep standing up for more than half of the planet’s daily cycle.

Universe: Orange

The Runk

The Runk evolved as a big-headed orange-skinned species on the planet Trolsa. A physical description of what the Runk look like is irrelevant, because Runkish religious tradition states that most of the body is unimportant and can (or even should) be replaced by cybernetic technology that allows for a greater range of abilities. Moments after birth, an infant Runk is modified, and that never stops. It is considered evil to replace ones heart, lungs, brain, bladder or eyes with cybernetic technology (though, adding an additional cybernetic copies of those organs is fine). Though it is not deemed blasphemous, it is considered a faux pas to replace or even cover one’s face. Other than that, everything should be upgraded.

The Runk have reached into space and met other species in their galaxy, such as the Ugder.

Wilnad Unken lives on the homeworld Trolsa. There are three large nations still on the homeworld, two of which are focused on space travel and trade with alien species. The third nation, however, prefers to stay within the Olkai star system that is their home. Though living on the planet with an ideal atmosphere for the species, Wilnad, like many Runk, lives in a fully contained atmosphere that allows them to maintain their preferred living condition.

Off-world Runk rarely feel the need to gather together into tight-knit communities and generally melt into the other cultures with ease. Frudfuhl Te is such a case, living in the seedy underbelly of a multi-cultural city on the Ugder homeworld. Making a living as a hired thug, Frudfuhl is a menacing machine of death, or at least looks enough like one to make enemies afraid.

Tesky Weel lives in a monastery called the Runka Zongit on a tiny planet called Remmik which had no native life of its own. The monks of the Runka Zongit are trained in various virtues including kindness, benevolence and having cybernetic tails.

A Fact About the Runk: In general, but especially among those who have colonized other worlds, there is a strong desire among the Runk to creates statues and monuments. Almost every planet they’ve reached will have some sort of monument celebrating their arrival.

Universe: Narsidon

Clobgins

The Clobgins are a four-armed bipedal species that has a singular large eye on their head and a thick tail. They stand only two feet tall, but their technology is so advanced that they would appear to us to be magical little beings. They’ve tapped into forces of the universe we can’t understand, so we can safely call them a race of alien wizards.

The Clobgin homeworld, Clobb, has been heavily modified since the forest world where they first evolved. Using their magic powers, the Clobgins have transformed it into a multitude of mystical domains, separated by bubble-like domes, that each have their own internal physics. From space, Clobb doesn’t even look like a planet anymore, it looks like a collection of multicolored soap bubbled floating through space where a planet once was.

Collesho is a wizard who lives in a domain that preserves the forest style of the world’s original form. The denizens of that particular sphere are the traditionalists of the Clobgins, the ones who protect the “old ways”. The rest of the domes are fine with that. They don’t care about the old ways, so let the forest wizards protect them if they want it so bad. Collesho lives in the old ways, tending an orchard that produces fruits that are perfect for potions and elixirs and unguents and all that.

Vydarn is a gruff miner in an underground domain. When the planet was normal, this domain would have been uninhabitable, the pressure and heat being too much for life. But now, the Clobgins can walk around in tunnels that run next to streams of magma with ease. Vydarn is mining for gold, which is great for making magical talismans.

Marmoi lives in a sky domain full of floating islands and airships. Marmoi is an adventurer who seeks opportunity wherever it arises. A lot of the time, this means that doing crimes, though. A particularly common “adventure” is gliding onto some island and looting their goods. Fun and profitable, but not particularly respectable.

A Fact About Clobgins: In most of the various domains of Clobb blood sacrifice is a very common procedure. In domains that can’t convince the population that being sacrificed is an honor, it is often a punishment for criminals or prisoners of war.

Universe: Brown

Fuzzadons

A furry, quadripedal species without the ability to see, the Fuzzadons have no eyes. Their sense of hearing is also considerably weak compared to human standards, but the large nostril slits on their head give them very good senses of smell. Their homeworld is a small one, orbiting an old red star.

Nestwa, like most of his kind, lives in a pack made up of close friends and cousins. Though there is no “leader” of most packs, there is almost inevitably a Favorite, one who is most loved by the rest and who the others are most likely to listen to. Nestwa is the Favorite of his pack, so it is because of his own restless nature that his pack has a tendency toward wandering the lands without a plan for settling down. Luckily, Fuzzadons are not very territorial, so they don’t end up in fights with anyone, but there is a lot of danger in not knowing what kind of landscape they might be in on any given day.

Keddul is a rare Fuzzadon without a pack. She is also a wanderer, but instead must take shelter with the local packs wherever she ends up. This is a viable lifestyle for her because of her species’s altruistic customs regarding taking in guests, and Keddul repays the kindness by offering her skills as a repair carpenter (Fuzzadon structures are all built from woodlike materials that must be regularly repaired given the planet’s frequent windstorms). Though Keddul can enjoy the many packs she encounters for a time, she is most happy when she is on her own, between jobs, camping out in the wilderness.

Keever is a much more “settled-down” sort. Living with a sizeable pack in a valley full of dozens of similarly-sized packs, Keever is the Fuzzadon equivalent of a city-dweller. Although Fuzzadon’s are generally nice, skittish beings, when they live in such close quarters, tempers can flare. As a fast and agile specimen, Keever is considered the default “Calmer”, whose job it is to separate Fuzzadons who have gotten into a fight and keep them separate until they have cooled down.

A Fact About Fuzzadons: The Fuzzadon language is a completely physical one made up of rubs and taps, which means that it must be done up close and personal and, very often, one at a time. Scent marking can be useful for spreading a message quickly, but complex conversation is a very intimate experience between two Fuzzadons.

Universe: Red