The Nightborn Peloran were designed with chameleon-like skin that defaulted to a coal-black color at most times. They fully or partially absorb nearly all wavelengths of the visible spectrum and beyond, and can convert that energy into changing the actual wavelengths they radiate back out. Their color. Their heat. Everything they radiate through the skin or hair is adjustable through a simple matter of will and visualization exercises. This was designed to allow them to blend into the environment they would be fighting from. But when they proved to be poor soldiers, it became the camouflage they wore to look like the people whose groups they were infiltrating. This, along with their quick and ready willingness to learn things and adjust their ways of acting to conform with other groups, makes them human intelligence agents without peer in all of human space. And the literal fleet of small stealth scout ships they deploy throughout human space allows them to go anywhere they need to learn things.
I met my first openly-Nightborn Peloran during The War. No, I can’t say her name. And I can’t say where I met her. That’s classified. Seriously, I don’t have clearance to know, and I was there. My point is that there are stories about them that I know from experience simply aren’t true. Firstly, they can’t change their eyes. Those are bright red. Always. They can’t change their weight or bone structures. They’re not like shape shifters from mythical stories. They can’t mimic the looks of any one person, so you don’t have to worry about one of them wearing your face around town. But yes, that coal-black skin of theirs can mimic any color they choose to take. And they can do the same with their hair. This girl I’m talking about? Her hair and skin were coal-black when she was all natural. But give her some time to prep, and she was a natural redhead down to the freckles on her tatas so realistic that no man would question it. Yeah, there’s the eyes, but if we’re being honest, how many of us really look that high? And even if we do, contacts and shades are a thing, and they work pretty good.
The Nightborn were supposed to be special forces warriors without peer. Deadly assassins and unparalleled infiltration specialists. Well. One out of three ain’t bad. They have no affinity for combat at all, so when given a choice they gravitated towards other pursuits. Information gathering was actually one that they loved so much as a general rule that a race built for war became some of the best natural scouts in the galaxy. Give them a mission to go in and learn things, and they’ll jump to the task like no other. The stimulation of discovering new things is a natural high to them. They just love to learn, and the more people don’t want them to learn something, the more they want to learn it. That makes them really good intelligence gatherers.
The Peloran are generally regarded as the best gengineered soldier race in existence. They are certainly the most successful at surviving after the war they were built to fight came to an end. The Albion created the Nightborn as special forces operatives, built to watch from the shadows and strike without warning. Assassins and infiltrators who seamlessly blend into their surrounding environment. The greatest mistake of their plan was in making the Nightborn too cool under fire. To the point that they do not generate an adrenalin rush in combat at all. They simply do not like to fight. They do not want to kill. They do not even want to hurt people if they can avoid it. But outsmarting people? Tricking people? Learning secrets? Those missions they enjoyed above all others, and the chameleon-like skin they were designed with made them exceptional at those.
I met my first openly-Nightborn Peloran during The War. I say it that way because if you don’t pay attention to the exact capabilities of the various Races of Humanity you might have missed what exactly these particular people can do. There’s not a whole lot of them compared to the others. I’m not entirely certain on the reasons for that. I’ve heard people suggest that there are a lot more of them than we never notice. I really can’t say if I went to school with any of them back in the day. I like to think I would have noticed eyes like that at some point in time if I’d known any. They’re pretty unforgettable. Though if I’m being honest, my adolescent eyes didn’t raise as high as the eyes as often as may have been appropriate. Now I can say that nobody I knew went to school wearing coal-black skin, though that’s less of a definitive statement on the matter than many would like considering their capabilities.




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