The Albion were not a physically imposing branch of humanity. They were small of stature, and would rank low on most tests of aggression we know how to run. What they had was supremely capable minds and a curiosity to match. And they knew that there were those who wished to stop them from pursuing their quest for knowledge. That is why they created the Peloran to protect them. Intimidating warriors strong enough to rip arms out of sockets and beat people to do death with them. But calm and controlled enough to kill swiftly, cleanly, and as painlessly as possible. Smart enough to fly starships, and canny enough to engage in non-standard tactics in any environment. One specialized version of the Peloran is what we call the Spaceborn Peloran. Their purple skin is an adaptation of their ability to operate in extreme cold and vacuum without protective gear. Their eyes are another example of their design features. Though appearing to entirely lack pupils or irises, they can detect frequencies far beyond the visual spectrum of other humans, making them superior at detecting and dealing with threats that could otherwise escape notice.
I grew up in a world where aliens were real. I studied them in grade school, and they would show up so we could talk to them. I hear they love talking to us kids. The feeling’s mutual, I assure you. They were out of this world. Literally. The time that really nailed that home for me was back in the Blizzard of Eighty Seven. That would be 2287. A freak cold front came in out of Canada on January 27 and didn’t lift for a month. It was so cold even our cars wouldn’t start. Hundreds of families were trapped out there on both sides of the border and we rallied the townsfolk to go out and find them. So picture a bunch of local Northern Minnesotans bundled up at the aid station in our cold weather finest, drinking hot chocolate or coffee because even we were cold. And then a bunch of purple-skinned Peloran walk in out of the cold in t-shirts and shorts to help us out. Not a care in the world. Not even shivering. I’ll tell yah, I was a feeling a bit jealous that day.
Most Peloran are the slightly-alien but obviously human beings that most of us have contact with. Stronger. Faster. Harder to kill. But still indefinably human. The Albion wanted to build something better though. More specialized. Capable of surviving in environments that would kill humans. Low temperatures. Low air pressures. Environments where mere sunlight became a weapon. So they created specialized Peloran who could live in sub-zero temperatures without any insulation. Who could walk in vacuum as easily as we walk to the store. And with special eyes designed to filter out sunlight glinting off white snow. Or could look straight into a sun from an airless hunk of rock.
We all have a mother. Some of us are blessed with getting to see her every day. Some of us never see her.
This weekend, we take time to say what we should be saying every day.
Thank you.
I love you.
I wouldn’t be here without you.
The little things.
The things that matter.
Now Mother’s Day Monday comes. Yes, that means flowers and cards and discount price. It also means you have another chance to treat her like it is Mother’s Day all over again. Tuesday as well. And Wednesday. Heck, let’s pick every day of the week to treat her like she matters. Maybe make every day Mother’s Day.
What do you say?
The most important thing to keep in mind when dealing with one of the classic homeworlds Peloran is that they will do nearly anything to avoid violence. They are courteous, careful, and observant of every cultural custom they are aware of. They are quick to apologize if they have accidentally given offense, and giving purposeful offense is unthinkable. That is how the Albion designed their supersoldiers. To avoid violence at nearly all costs. They do not play football or box with each other. Instead their most famous sports include mild-mannered Peloran dueling with their minds in games akin to Jeopardy or Wheel of Fortune. They particularly love trivia games that can challenge their near-eidetic memory, and they congregate in a yearly Knowledge Bowl where they compete in teams for the honor of being the most advanced collection of minds in the known galaxy.



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