《Beyond Earth》Species Index: Dar'Whaki
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Due to the lack of higher quality photos and video, we don’t quite know what the Dar’Whaki look like. However, we do know that they appear to be almost reptilian, not unlike the dinosaurs.
They have bony protrusions on their heads, with any number between two and five of them. Their faces hold mouths that are reminiscent of snapping turtles of all things.
Whatever these creatures’ home planet looks like, I would not want to visit. Any reason as to why they would evolve such features is more than enough reason for me to not want to go. We thought humanity evolved on a deadly world, these creatures must have evolved on a world at least three times as dangerous.
-Excerpt from Dar’Whaki: The Predators of the Galaxy by Alexander Grigoryan
Bussell> I can’t believe I got stuck with the graveyard shift today. I just want to sleep.
Mirle> You could say that again. I don’t think the amount of coffee I’ve drunk already is healthy for my body.
Bussell> You really should try this green tea I brought from home. It tastes way better than that bean juice.
Mirle> Whatever. You’re just jealous.
Indistinct chatter
Mirle> Haha! No way. You really think Richardson is going to win the election? She’s just a representative from Montana.
Bussell> Yeah! Besides, it’s her or that shithead, Tyler. You know, the former governor of-- was it Maryland? Yeah, Maryland.
Mirle> Alright, if you say so.
Bussell> Hey. We’ve got something up on radar. It doesn’t look like much though.
Mirle> It’s probably just a small asteroid. There shouldn’t be anything else out in this backwater.
Bussell> Yeah, probably. It’s still like 200 clicks out. You want to bet on what it is?
Mirle> That’s easy money right there. 50 bucks says it’s an asteroid maybe ten feet across.
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Bussell> Deal. I bet it’s a Mursk ship doing some sort of research.
Mirle> Dude, you’re on. I wonder what I should get with my extra fifty bucks. Maybe a nice meal?
Bussell> Whatev-- huh? What’s that? I’m picking up two signatures on radar.
Mirle> Let me see. What? That’s odd.
Mirle> Oh shi--
Damage to Ship, Diverting Power and Shields
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-Audio Log (Corrupted), Ajax 1 Crew
We have just had what I have been told is a Close Encounter of the Fifth Kind with these ‘Mursk.’
I’m not going to lie, I was not expecting something like this to happen for a few years. We met the Jiwa a decade ago and then the Kruus four years ago. But, if there are even more aliens than just these, then I would be surprised if we don’t hear from the rest of them soon.
When I was talking with my great-aunt about them, I swear her face flushed to be just like the Mursk faces! She mentioned how my great-uncle once claimed to have been abducted by aliens who looked like that years ago. I don’t know if I can believe her though.
Anyways, we have been monitoring the spacelanes that have been established to Earth since the Jiwa started talking to us. It’s not the most interesting work, but at least it pays relatively well. I will say one thing though. This is definitely not what I was expecting when I signed up for the Space Corp.
The Jiwa, Kruus, and now the Mursk, have mentioned something about these other aliens who are supposedly really dangerous. I think they called them… Ah shit. I can’t remember. It was something similar to some people in a show my grandparents watched in their time. It was about some game regarding these seats or something. I couldn’t tell you for sure since I never watched it.
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The other aliens are saying that Earth is pretty close to their territory, and I guess they are pretty tribalistic in the sense they consider their space to be sacred. It kinda reminds me of Uncle Dale with how much he cares about his workshop!
I heard these aliens were some ugly-- Huh? The alarm is going off. That’s odd. Wait. Oh God! Incoming fire! Oh--
-Audio Diary Entry of an Engineer on the U.N.S.C. Argentina
The Dar’Whaki are the most deadly and lethal creatures in the galaxy.
Not much is known about them because every ship sent to explore Dar’Whaki space has never returned. All we have is what remains of the video log they sent back from 800 light-years away. The video and audio we received was distorted, most likely due to interference from large gravity wells. But, it only added to the cries as their ship was obliterated by the aliens.
Aliens.
That’s what they are, even more so than the Jiwa or Mursk or Kruus.
We have lost 27 people on these missions from the Ajax Program -- the second program assembled by the United Nations Space Corps to explore the vast and far off reaches of space.
Of course, when the first ship to head off toward what we now know as Dar’Whaki space lost contact with Earth, what did we do? We sent another ship, and then another.
27 people. 27 innocent lives.
I led 27 people to their graves. At least, I hope they are dead. I can’t imagine what they would do to them if they were kept alive and tortured.
We were warned by the Jiwa. But we didn’t listen. Why would we? We thought we were invincible.
That’s what we get for naming the program after a man who killed himself, except in this case, we killed them. Their blood is on our hands.
We should have listened.
-Excerpt from Memoir of Ajax Program Leader Blake WIlson
The crocs are going to get you tonight,
You better button up your clothes real tight!
Or else the crocs are going to get you tonight.
They’ll bite into your chest,
They’ll eat your toes,
Figure out which eye is best,
Pray they’ll only take an eye and your nose,
The crocs are going to eat you tonight!
That sound you hear with your ear,
That feeling you’re feeling without a doubt,
You can feel the fear,
Be careful not to shout,
The crocs are going to scare you tonight!
The crocs are going to get you tonight,
You better stay close to your mom,
Or else the crocs are going to get you tonight!
-La’ik Nursery Rhyme, Translated by Emily Wilson
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