Cizi's Backstory

The Purples are believed to be a common ancestor of the Reticulians from the Zeta Reticuli star system and Mars of the solar system. Purples have not ventured beyond their region of space since the defeat of Empire in the dubbed 'War in the Stars'. Since then a great nebula engulfed that sector of space; any attempted ventures into Purple territory have remained unsuccessful. Academics state that the Purples are descendents of 'The Greys' or simple ‘Greys’ as a common ancestor, but recent biology marks them as the same species rather than cousins. The change in complexion was largely unknown and speculated to be evolutionary, that of climate or atmospheric.

According to new testimony from Purples however, it is a cultural one. Their skin tone is a cosmetic choice. From tradition, the Purples would turn their skin varying shades of their namesake as they come of age in reverence of the nebula’s that surrounds their system. This seems to largely no longer be the case however, as most Purples are produced as clones. Whether Purples can change back to their grey pigment is unknown.

Purples, Greys, Martians and so on have similar autonomy to humans. Their species and cousins vary in size – either shorter, taller or incredibly so either way. Large craniums with equally large black eyes are standard, including a lack of nose -- most often thin reptilian-like slits in most cases. Physically they are thin, muscle mass seems to be bare minimum and the genders appear androgynous. This could be evolutionary, as the Purple genetic engineering has shown this does not need to be the case. The telepathic abilities of these groups could be an environmental or technological change as a use for pure physical strength diminished.

Citing records, Purple society was known as a home to fine art, knowledge and beautiful architecture, but its civilization fell into decay and strife from lack of natural resources. Great famine's gripped the homeworld and society collapsed into disorder. Though the Purple’s way of life eventually became extinct, the remaining turned to the military to solve their problems. This began the Purple policy of expansion into the Galaxy and the birth of an Empire under the Grey species. In an effort to provide the much-needed natural resources to sustain its people and world, Purple and much the new Empire transitioned into a military dictatorship.This is reflected in their advanced technology, now largely focused on military subjugation -- fearsome tripod machines and weaponry, flying round space-craft outfitted with terrible heat-ray and laser technology. They are immensely skilled in biotechnology which is a closely guarded secret, often modifying their own bodies to enhance mental power. It is claimed by Purples that their species have been rendered sterile -- supposedly an event that originates in the days of chaos before military intervention. The solution for this catastrophic outcome was cloning, but the secrets of its works - especially conscious transfer - are a closely guarded one at that. Alongside the loss of their natural reproductive capabilities the Purples world was terraformed into a dry, largely dead planet from the ruthless harvest of resources. Purple lifespan is supposedly hundreds of years, but through genetic engineering the secrets of bio-conscious transfer in clone technology was unlocked; effectively making them immortal. Children are incredibly rare among the Purples, apparently a luxury gifted to those in higher castes that have the privilege of growing off-spring from bonded DNA. It would seem to do this normally would be seen as a waste on the lower caste who are needed for the 'Harvest'. Before their decline into military doctrine overtly hostile actions by Purples were rarer. Now abduction, warfare - harvesting as they call it - and subjugation is their primary modus operandi. They often experiment on those enslaved, and abductions are used on far flung worlds to examine potential areas of interest. Most often it is to harvest DNA to create hybrid slaves to be used in war and labour.

As a result Purple society is seen as cruel, and the species themselves are xenophobic. Most conflicts end in enslavement, their worlds harvested until it is a barren rock, and its people exterminated if no use comes of them. They are categorised into ranks that are much like a caste system or leaders, scientists, workers and soldiers.

Purples do not often verbally speak and instead communicate telepathically, sharing emotion, imagery and words. For those higher in the castes verbal communication is regarded as a sign of stupidity; a lack of mental power. As a result the lower castes often articulate sparingly in telepathy and within reasonable distance, but prefer to use their mouths.

Not much is known about the home region. Ray-storms are frequent and bar entry inside to all but seemingly the Purples themselves. Those of the Galactic Union believe the storms have become unnaturally dangerous, a weapon system created by the species themselves to deny access to the planet in the closing days of the Zeta war. It is important nonetheless to keep a blockade on Purples space, as they - and by extension we - are effectively at war. As we cannot enter the ray-storm we are to ensure those potentially found leaving are to be contained and interrogated. It is believed by command if we continue this blockade the remains of the Purples will be effectively starved out. Quote:

• ... The Zeta raids had seen years of galactic upheaval and subjugation of many worlds, preying upon them like cattle. A union between the Zeta Reticulian (Grey's), Martians and Purples primarily, their armies were composed of advanced technology. Horrific, metallic tripod machines of war and large, rounded flying ships brought quick ends with deadly heat rays. These conquests were one of absorption and for years they did prey upon the galaxy, tearing the life from one world after another. It had become the seasonable reaping of the field, to drain a world until it was nothing but lifeless - the cruelty of the harvest leaving nothing but barren, rocky red desert.

These creatures believed themselves to be superior to all life. They looked across the stars with jealous eyes, and like reavers did they scour the dark beyond with a ever growing thirst. They had broken every due process, and they cared little for diplomacy. Many left fleeing their worlds as they crept ever inward as the growing tide of the helpless flooded the inner rim, speaking tales of slaughter and dying worlds sucked dry of all life. It had became too much. An alliance of galactic powers formed together and nobly did they wage war against the martians and their eldritch constructs. What followed was a terrible conflict, and for a time the reavers of the heavens held the upper hand, for their technology was vast and terrible in power - many burned and champions sacrificed themselves heroically against a foe all too experienced in war.

Towards the end of the war a mysterious plague swept across the galaxy. This disease felled many, but none more so than the reavers taken by surprise, giving the galactic alliance the opportunity it needed to finally wipe out the their menace and drive what was left of through the great nebula in the last year of the conflict.

Many songs and tales of the glory of those days live on, but none for the martians. Loathed and despised by many, rightfully so, for their plight across the stars. Although the conflict had claimed many the spoils of war saw a great technological boom from plundered secrets of the defeated. So too in time a cure for the plight came, salvaged from the experiments of the fallen foe. "The state route - the ‘Extraterrestrial Highway’ - as locals affectionately call it is a long stretch of road that passes through the vast desert. Littered with small recluse trailer park towns, businesses and diners the people here have come to watch the stars every night for the unknown to visit. A top secret government facility is nestled deep within the desert itself, the jewel for speculation and conspiracy both. Mysterious observations of unidentified flying objects and strange, otherworldly activity has brought the highway much of it’s fame as a result.

Some claim to have been greeted by other beings deep from the beyond's of space. Whether that is the case is up to debate, but it is for certain the people that dot the desert are true believers in the paranormal. Alien-themed businesses cater to tourists travelling the long road over the years hoping to discover something more, speculating just how real local hearsay, tale and gossip truly is. One human in particular claims to have worked on alien spacecraft, even viewing flights in the Great Valley itself, documenting his experience around the Deep Lake to those who would hear him, spreading his tale in the City of Light’s to those who will listen.

The government claims this is nothing of the sort of course. Their sequestered tracts of military land within the sands was, and still is, merely an old testing ground for atomic weaponry and experimental aircraft.

Nevertheless passersby come and go drawn in by the mystique, but despite the interest in the extraterrestrial the route remains lightly traveled. The government keeps a close eye on those who travel in afterall." The Purples are part of the once mighty Zeta Union, the finest warriors of the Purples and technology are given to this federation of Grey's, Purples and Martians. Cizi herself is regarded as a capable scout, known as one of the up and coming elites sent to explore nearby worlds to harvest during the war against the Galactic Alliance. During the Failure of Zeta the fracturing empire has receded, brought low and forced into a cease fire. Cizi now see's herself fighting among other splinter factions for control.