Gloam weaved his way through the undergrowth of the Rekes forests, his striped black fur blending in with the mottled shadows cast by the trees above. Rufous scuttled after him, trying their best to keep up with the large tsabhua in between tripping over tree roots and stopping to look at weird bugs. After repeated complaints from the two about the state of their colony’s base camp (which was truly just a camp and not really a great place to settle in and call home), DPIP finally rel...

Rufous, having spent their entire life around fellow bipedal aliens, all roughly the same size as them, had no idea what to think of the towering six-limbed sophont now standing in front of them. Unsure what the best sort of greeting would be in this situation, they stuck a paw out and hoped the concept of a handshake had already reached this corner of the galaxy. In their young childhood, Rufous’s own home planet had been contacted by DPIP. The transition from a quiet seaside town t...