Name: Hakken
Gender: Female (if need be A- sexual)
Age: Unknown
Species: Hybrid Yxny (Yynyxmhore) formal
Family: Yxny have no family to speak of. They are a created being and are in the process of creating their own colony as soon as they can.
Personality: Passive until provoked. Intelligent and understand to a degree.
History: The plan was simple. They were to create a being that was able to survive in space longer than a human being. One that could suffer, sustain and possibly procreate if need be within the massive void of space. The long voyage between the earthly known worlds and pleasant galaxies beloved to passive man was no longer safe. Toxic and barren of most life forms others were being created out of sear desperation. Not all were successful. Most were turning on their creatures and be coming beast of ghastly proportions.
Ruling the already dying plant known as Earth Tye81. It was a fake planet to being with. Everything was systematic. Down to its very core the stability of the surface was buckling and cracking under the weight of the world above. Every effort to stabilize the crumbling planet had failed and 85% of the once half human half machine beings had left. Every being, every moving breathing roaming thing had parts there were unnatural. Manmade, machine operated, computer controlled, chip oriented, synthetic, foreign or in all other ways, alien.
Nothing was as it seemed. At any moment a being or structure plant or animal would change shift or die. The world earth and sky faded one into the other and now it was time to depart the fractured space that was showing its skeleton. Scientist predicted it and religious leaders praised the heavens begging for survival as they boarded the ships ready for metallic salvation.
In the haul of the ships life forms jostled for the best seats, the only windows and last rooms for some privacy. Many were already dying from lack of parts, fluid, air, water, food or other basic need yet they were allowed passage. Behind the gray breathing mask of the tracking crew were the eyes of the keepers. They knew the truth being the kindness. The seeming act of grace and will to give aide to those trouble beings fleeing their homeland.
The truth was ugly. As gruesome as the faces behind the dirt crusted mask with dripping hoses pumping unknown fluid in and out of their necks. The hissing tubes that feed the mixture of what they needed to survive the human like atmosphere. The levels of carbon dioxide were climbing and other toxins made it nearly impossible for any being to move about without the aid of some sort of mask. Toxic fumes filled the air. Very few had filters as the Yxny. For them it was built in. They were made to survive no matter what they faced. Now the first to board and primary host to the mission they lead the way on the mission. The others that were allowed passage were only there to be a food source later on.
Humans never lasted long in space. It was a well-known face. False hope was given to the hybrids that their other parts and crossbred innards would allow them a better chance of survival when in fact it would only aide in speeding up their deaths. Unable to support their systems most would die within a matter of weeks. The doors closed to the ship and into the void they went. Not a soul looked back. Forward they went. Some into the known, others into the unknown but all were going towards something they were never coming back from.
Current Goal/Purpose: Yxny survive space travel and recolonize on another planet.
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