Super Sunday: Ootmoos

Ootmoos

Ootmoos are a thick-skinned bipedal species who are a big part of the pan-galactic community. Ootmoos are active in almost all of the universe-spanning social organizations that have been formed over the ages, including the Space Army, the Space Trade Union, the Space Pollution Removal Force, the Space Alliance of Piano Repairers, and even the Space Social Organization Organizer Organization. Ootmoos are everywhere, working to make a better Space for everybody. They have no blood, they can breathe underwater, they shed their skin once a year, and they like collecting pictures of clouds. Every Ootmoo in existence likes collecting pictures of clouds.

The Space Army’s Pooloop was an Ootmoo. Since the end of the war, Pooloop has been living on the planet Zarnton, seeking inner peace.

Roodintoo is a young Ootmoo, merely six skins old, who is working at a spaceship factory. Roodintoo has never known any work but this, and isn’t really unhappy, but kind of feels like something is missing. With that in mind, Roodintoo has begun assembling a personal spaceship in their spare time, with the intention of travelling the cosmos once it is finished.

Ooverro was a Space Army captain during the war with the Flartians. Ooverro’s ship saw a lot of combat, and Ooverro lost many good crew members. All the crew members knew the risks, and obviously the Flartians had to be stopped no matter the cost, but those deaths still weigh on Ooverro’s soul. To make sure that their sacrifice was worth it, Ooverro now dedicates time and resources to repairing and improving the homeworlds of those lost crew members.

Toobooni still lives on the Ootmoo homeworld, which is called Voot, and has a very successful career as a singer. The Ootmoo languages, which would sound to our ears like a bunch of very fast hooting, is extremely complex and allows for advanced wordplay. Plus, every word has an “oo” sound, so rhyming is easy.

A Fact About Ootmoos: For a long time, the Ootmoos reproduced by laying their eggs inside the corpses of their enemies. When the species became a peaceful ally to other aliens, that was often frowned upon by others. Since then the Ootmoos have perfected compost mixtures that are actually more ideal for laying eggs than corpses ever were, which makes one wonder why they even did the corpse thing for so long. (The answer is because it freaked out their enemies, of course.)

Universe: Bronze

Super Sunday: The Flitari

The Flitari

Having evolved in the dense atmosphere of a gas giant, the Flitari are tiny yet powerful flyers. One advantage they have, though, is that they are also capable of going into lighter atmospheres without bursting, which makes them even more powerful flyers on other worlds. Since first contact with the Space Army several generations ago, members of the species have left their world to visit the rest of the universe, joining spaceship crews or settling on worlds with ample sky in which to really let loose. For the most part, Flitari are highly intelligent. Which is handy, considering that they have only one eye and fly very fast. That can end poorly if they aren’t careful.

Subsy, a member of the Space Army crew who was only ever in the background, is a Flitari.

Isto is an explorer. Though the Space Army has mapped out an unfathomable amount of the universe in broad strokes, there are still many small planets that are unknown. Isto, along with a crew of scientists, are patiently filling in the details of a seemingly uninhabited sector, naming all kinds of stuff after themselves.

Ango has taken up residence on a world where racing is extremely popular. Representatives of all manner of alien species gather here to pit their fastest competitors for races on foot, in the air, and in the seas, depending on what the species can do (there’s even a race that takes place in a large volcano for some particularly extreme extremophiles). Isto has competed in a number of races, but never reached the big time, and is now training a young new racer who is racing to raise money for their poor homeworld. Unknown to them, their competition, a group of snobby rich jerk aliens, has been using illegal technology to cheat.

Abish is a serial killer. Since the Flitari are a common sight in the galactic community, and few other species can actually tell them apart, Abish finds little resistance when sneaking into spaceports or space stations. There, Abish will stalk prey, preferably from species much larger than the Flitari (as many are), kill them with sudden violence (for many targets, it’s as easy as acting like a living bullet), and then get away before anyone notices. Abish has killed dozens of times and has drawn no suspicion. Nobody ever suspects the Flitari.

A Fact About The Flitari: The Flitari are loners, at least when it comes to being with their own species. Since they began to spread throughout the universe, they are seldom seen in groups, preferring to remain in the company of other species, or even to go along altogether. Only when the Flitari go into mating season do they return home to be with their own kind.

Universe: Bronze

Super Sunday: Blegbos

Blegbos

Blegbos are the dominant species on planet Whummmp. Theirs is a swampy world with shallow water all over the surface, and these blobby beings wallow there in relative peace. Overall, the Blegbos are an easygoing species, long-lived and mellow. Though Blegbos do feed on grassy plants of their world, they also intake a lot of energy by sprawling on rocks and lazily basking in sunlight. While doing this, they are also groomed by some of the small flying animals of their world, who pick insect and leech-like creatures off the Blegbos for their own meals.

Bollee of the Space Army is a Blegbo.

Vipee is a philosopher, one of the most common occupations on Whummmp. Vipee is really bad at it, though. Almost all of Vipee’s ideas are about lightning and how fast it is. We get it, Vipee. Lightning is fast.

Mokey, like all Blegbos who leave the homeworld, has cybernetic limbs that aid in mobility in other conditions. Blegbos need not attach their technology to their bodies surgically as they can “ooze” themselves into the limbs, filling the tiny crevices and making them natural extensions of their form. And when they don’t need them anymore, they can easily remove themselves by simply pulling out. Mokey’s spider-like legs allow mobility on the rocky, uneasy terrain of the world where Mokey is currently hiding from friends after losing a bet and owing them the equivalent of twenty bucks.

And Gurbly is a hunter. Though Blegbos are not carnivorous, they do still engage in hunting of certain species on their world for both resources (animals on this world have organs that can be used as tools such as water filters, air pumps, and even syringes) and esteem (successful hunters are rewarded with first choice of nesting grounds). Gurbly is a middling hunter, but enjoys the work.

A Fact About Blegbos: The Blegbos have invented more varieties of bucket than any other species in their galaxy by something like tenfold. They have kinds of buckets that human minds can’t yet imagine.

Universe: Bronze

Super Sunday: Cronians

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

Super Sunday: Some Non-New Characters

Because it is the holidays, and I feel like doing something different, I am giving myself the present of world-building.Today I do not give sketches of new characters, but characters who have appeared in minor capacities elsewhere on this site that I am now going to flesh out more.

Dr. Greenclothes

Dr. Greenclothes is his world’s foremost scientific mind. He is also an exceptionally badass adventurer. Always expanding the horizons of his knowledge, Greenclothes has delved into trap-filled ancient tombs, fought aliens on other worlds, mentally communicated with minds in other realities, and much more. He doesn’t plan on stopping his search for truths until someone sufficiently badass can stop him.

Doctor Greenclothes appeared in this comic here. I still vividly remember that strip’s creation. It was like “I want to draw something. I’ll make a head, draw some clothes, okay those are green clothes. Who would wear green clothes? Dr. Greenclothes, of course. What would be be doing? Public service announcement? Okay…” and so on. As you can see, he came into shape as if his existence was just a given. I took that as a sign that he was important, so he got a cameo mention thing in one page of a Hover Head story and he will return if I ever get around to doing more HH stuff.

Timelion

Metaphorically, it all starts in the Beginning. If we consider Time as a river, the Beginning is the waterfall from which it flows. Next to this symbolic waterfall is a castle. That castle was where the Timelion lived. Symbolically. Timelion was king of the Time Jungles, and was a just king, but one day, the Timelion’s evil brother, the Timevulture, overthrew him. They fought on the roof of the castle, the Timelion losing when he was kicked off the roof, and into the river below.

The Timelion then had to deal with existing. Once he was in the timestream, he was no longer an idea, but an actual solid thing. Shaped into the form of a man-lion by the stories told about him, he now has no way to return to his metaphorical Beginnings. Luckily, some of his loyal followers have followed him into reality in a Timeship called the Moment’s Notice. The Timelion now travels through the ages seeking some way to wrest time from his wicked brother’s control, having all sorts of adventures along the way.

Timelion first appeared here. Unlike Greenclothes, where I the character appeared and I built him up in my head, Timelion was a more thought-out idea that I decided to introduce in a stupidly minor form because that is the sort of thing that amuses me to do. Admittedly, Timelion stories are pretty low on my priorities list.

Speedfeet

In Hell, life kinda sucks.

One particular demon hated it there, and made no secret of it. He lodged formal complaints, and tried to start petitions to get things changed. His whining got on everyone’s nerves, though some agreed with him deep down. Eventually the demon in question decided to take matters into his own hands and liven up the place with some plants. Pretty soon after that, he was kicked out. Using all of his mystical energies, the demon became Speedfeet, approximating the human form as best he could. He came to Earth to find a more fulfilling life. Turns out, that’s a lot easier on Earth than it is in Hell. After making a friend in Joe Gamolli, Speedfeet now runs a mildly successful flower shop.

Speedfeet was introduced in a strange Christmas story I whipped up in the Contains2 days. I don’t expect I’ll need to tell more stories with the character, but for world-building reasons, I am noting that he, and Joe Gamolli, are present on the same world as Mythologikelly.

C.W.

C.W. is a Fundroon. Fundroons are an alien race of shapeshifters. C.W. tends to forget he can change his shape, because he is a lot more happy just shooting.

Leaving his homeworld at a pretty early age, C.W. was attracted to the Space Army by his love of weapons. The Space Army, a pangalactic agency that welcomed beings from all worlds and species, stationed C.W. on their proud flagship, the name of which would embarrassingly be translated into English as “The Stinky Saucer”. Many adventures were had, but when the Space Army had successfully mapped out the entire universe and created a mostly-lasting peace, the Stinky Saucer and its crew were given a much-needed chance to rest. C.W. drifted back into civilian life, but never really knew what to do with himself. Still considering guns his favorite thing, he became a thug for hire, working bodyguard jobs and doing private eye gigs. Eventually, though, he got a call from his former captain, Farniconigon, who had a new mission for him. A mission that could bring him… to Earth.

C.W. was, for some reason unknown to me, the character in my Space Army comics who had most stuck with me. We haven’t seen the last of this guy if I can help it.