(Based on the Triton Avatars)
Here’s my effort to give a backstory and profile for all the avatar races that don’t have one of their own, with data for their various species as well as any “notable” cough empires that I may be aware of. I won’t mention any that aren’t of my own creation so I don’t end up offending someone by accident, unless permission is granted, of course!
46. Insechrodes. Government claves of note: Mawstum Carnigarchy.
Long, long ago, when even the races of today who declare themselves ancient were but still passing the first curve of evolution to sentienthood, there were the Insecrode. Eons ago, this race slowly rose up from the dust of an even more ancient race after a disaster nearly eradicated the ancients from the face of the universe.
Many beings who profess to be advanced and civilized as a whole are often revolted by Insechrode appearance. Dressed often in naught but rustling silk threads produced by their own bodies, and with exoskeletons resembling dried bone, it isn’t hard to feel uneasy at first glance. When the Insechrodes glance back, many species feel even more misgiving at facing all six of their shiny, black eyes. Perhaps their mere appearance alone would not beget such bigotry if not for that Insechrodes are Protelean parasites; using their proboscis to puncture and then inject their eggs into living hosts as food material.
Insechrode feeding methods often leave many civilized races in yet more shock and revulsion, sometimes more so than their appearance does. They use their harpoon proboscis below their mandibles to puncture prey trapped within their webs, injecting a kind of desitoxin that sucks all moister from the body and emits it as kind of unique nerve gas through the pores or crevasses of the prey’s body. This results in a near desiccated corpse with an interior like that of fine dust. These dry internals are then sucked up into the proboscis via a vacuum organ.
Primary Exports: Mystic goods containing Architech from long ago, presumably from their ancestral race, examples including optical transposition communication statues, often shaped like an Insechrode head, power crystals, and machinery built from heavily treated webbing that somehow manages to function alongside alien machinery flawlessly.
War potential/tendencies/characteristics: Resilient and stealthy, the Insechrodes are masters of patience, waiting for foes to come to them in their web-woven space nests so they might ensnare their enemies in their jaws. This makes them rather frightening enemies, weaving their webs to ensnare battleships and fighters, dragging them into massive, ghostly hives for the crew’s swift ingestion. Insechrodes are often hired out as top of the line assassins, since little is left but bones and dust when the Insechrodes finish their meal; meals and targets are often the same thing.
Mawstum Carnigarchy. “Ah, we are the Mawstum, the last expanding empire of the once mighty Ancestors, who we know only in our memories. Many would see us destroyed like the Ancestors, as for some reason the Mawstum are often subject to a kind of prejudice. We aren’t really sure why this is. Perhaps it’s because of our somewhat ominous form of government. We are, after all, an oligarchy that elects its warlords through cannibalism. This sometimes gives the wrong impression that we desire violent conquest. Nothing of the sort! The Mawstum are honorable beings who desire only to create safe nests for our younglings and their host species who act as living food for them as they grow into adult Mawstum. Ah, the sound of the screaming cradlestock as they are eaten from within fills this historian’s tracheole system with warmth. If we Mawstum had hearts, I suppose that would be warmed, too.
The Mawstum fear our undoing shall be our understanding of the technology we wield, our lack of understanding, rather. While our glorious Ancestors once comprehended the methods behind the function of our magic, we modern Mawstum know not the whys to our unique creations, only that they do their job. How tragic, that our greatest pride shall be our downfall. For as society advances, we Mawstum shall be left behind in the dust from whence we came. May it not be so!
Despite our controversial form of reproduction, our violent system of government, and stagnant society, the Mawstum still believe firmly that our continued existence is assured and not in any real danger of declining into extinction. We honor all the races we encounter who honor us, and show mercy where we can in this treacherous universe.
Honor, however, has proven to be a most brittle of shields…