The Blizzard of Eighty Seven was the worst storm I remember as a child. 2287. It was so cold our cars wouldn’t start and we couldn’t have flown in that wind even if they did. Half of our cold weather rescue gear froze up as we were trying to find people lost out in that mess. Yeah, it was bad, even for us. It was just a walk in the park for those purple-skinned Peloran though. They wore t-shirts and shorts, and those eyes could see through the driving snow better than any gear we had that still worked. It is a surreal experience to be wearing my best snowmobile suit because I’m freezing cold, while following a girl showing as much skin as I usually see on a beach in summer. And she’s purple. I think I fell a little bit in love that day. We saved a lot of people before the blizzard ended. A lot of them would have died without those purple skins on our side. They’re real handy to have around a place that specializes in cold at least half the year.
The Spaceborn Peloran are the greatest population of Peloran outside the Peloran homeworlds. They can’t actually live in space, since they still need to breath air, but they were designed to hold onto their internal air far better than normal humans. They can go as long as ten minutes without breathing without side effects, but need oxygen masks for longer periods of time in vacuum. Science fiction stories would give them telepathy to communicate, since talking in vacuum is impossible, but in real life they were designed with a far more mundane communication system. Fingers. They are born knowing a form of sign language specifically optimized for combat, allowing them to communicate in nearly any environment. So remember that. A silent Peloran is not necessarily a non-communicative Peloran.
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.



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