The Scral
Who are the Scral?
The Scral were the origional inhabitance of Alexandria. They are primative aliens with an exo-skeleton that is marked and tattooed with the mark of their main tribe. These primates are experts with Spears but, since the Prime take over of Alexandria they have been forced to come into contact with the modern world, taking up old Prime weaponry. The Scral are dangerous enemies and now, after so many years, are usually found smuggling people as slaves across the Universe. In addition to being traffikers, Scral are also cannibals and eat dead people killed by them or otherwise.
The Scral were the origional inhabitance of Alexandria. They are primative aliens with an exo-skeleton that is marked and tattooed with the mark of their main tribe. These primates are experts with Spears but, since the Prime take over of Alexandria they have been forced to come into contact with the modern world, taking up old Prime weaponry. The Scral are dangerous enemies and now, after so many years, are usually found smuggling people as slaves across the Universe. In addition to being traffikers, Scral are also cannibals and eat dead people killed by them or otherwise.
Scral's attire
A Scral will usually be found wearing average clothing with a orange hoodie pulled over the top. These hoodies are bullet and knife proof and can be pulled up over their heads to avoid being identified on the streets. Most Scral also wear saftey jackets, green with luminous strips. Scral have also been seen wearing gas masks to further cover up their look to stalk the streets with more ease. They are kitted out with bandoliers of ammo beneath their hoodie and belts with large ammounts of equipment hanging off them.
A Scral will usually be found wearing average clothing with a orange hoodie pulled over the top. These hoodies are bullet and knife proof and can be pulled up over their heads to avoid being identified on the streets. Most Scral also wear saftey jackets, green with luminous strips. Scral have also been seen wearing gas masks to further cover up their look to stalk the streets with more ease. They are kitted out with bandoliers of ammo beneath their hoodie and belts with large ammounts of equipment hanging off them.
Scral Equipment
- Prime Attaccante (Striker) rifle: A prototype Prime weapon before the new and improved assault rifles they use to this day. The Attaccante is automatic firing out 45 rounds before reload. The rifle is hefty, with a foregrip and a large stock to reduce the kick after firing. Scral Attaccante usually has a reflex sight attached to the top. Attaccante rifles are also sprayed orange with the Scral symbol pasted across it.
- Scral Scalping knife: This knife was an origional weapon of the Scral people used for Scalping people they came across as trophies.
- Time disrupter grenades: Prototpye technology capable of slowing time for a moment whilst the user moves freely as long as their time disrupter combat device is activeated.
- Scral handcuffs: Scral handcuffs are used when traffiking. These handcuffs are tight and, when a person attempts to escape, can issue a shock at the push of a button. Any more struggling and the handcuffs can also self destruct and kill the wearer in a moment.
- Victim tracker: A Scral traffiker has a device that can track potential victims. These victims fall under catagories for certan parts of the traffiking ring. The device can work out income, health, endurance, race and everything else recorded on data bases across the solar system. It only takes a moment and the Victims are marked on a map.
- Crack pistol: The crack pistol is a handgun with 20 rounds before reload. The pistol is acurate and takes the form of an average human pistol. A single shot can crack through anything, even the strongest objects.
The history between the Scral and the Primes
There was a time where the Scral planet Alexandria was at peace. The Scral did not kill, waiting for their food to die before eating it, and refused to do so unless they were in severe danger. They lived in their thatched huts, living out a life of happiness. Until the Primes came. The Primes entered a village, heavily armed and tried to connect with the race and figure out a deal but, it didn't work out...feeling they were in danger due to the sight of weapons the Scral took action, they attacked.
"The Prime negotiators walked into the small village to initiate first contact with the inhabitancy of Alexandrea. They observed their surroundings, small thatched huts, wooden vehicles, and curious civilians. With a little research the Prime negotiators had discovered that this native species, tall, skinny, and gaunt, were called the Scral. They fed off dead things such as roadkill, mauled animals and even executed bandits. Conoscenza had dug even further to reveal that they had no real taste buds meaning they could even eat rotten flesh without finding it difficult, devouring maggot ridden corpses. The thought made him physically sick. Conoscenza was the main negotiator, surrounded by a protection detail of four prime soldiers prepared to execute the inhabitancy if necessary. He wore a simplified version of Prime power armour consisting of a shoulder piece, chest piece and ankle armour. The rest was soft, cream, material making up a coat that hung down, drifting about his feet. The equipment he carried was minimal too, a pistol, a compact computer on his wrist bracer and a knife in his front pocket. The prime protection detail wore more than he, helmets, shoulder, elbow and knee pads, bulky chest pieces and additional protection where they saw fit. The Prime protection detail was basically a robotic escort, armed to the teeth. Conoscenza looked up at one of his men and nodded. They all came to a stop and the protection detail spread out, arming their weapons, prepared for anything. Conoscenza lifted his arm to his face, turning on a speaker on his wrist bracer.
“Greetings Scral!” he yelled out, his voice booming through the streets. The Scral around him jumped back, ducking into thatched houses, peeking through the windows. A prime protection unit tapped a button his own bracer, starting a live video recording back to the main ship. “We are not here to harm you,” Conoscenza yelled out through the speaker again. He turned, hearing the patter of footsteps followed by a loud splat and a cry. His eyes rested upon a Scral child, a young girl dressed in rags, clutching her leg in the mud. He lowered his arm, pointing to the girl. A prime approached her. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice robotic, reaching out a hand. As he did, the girl looked up, her eyes darkening. Something was wrong Conoscenza thought, but only for a second. There was a thunk, a sharp pain and a splat of blood as he took a hit. The prime next to the girl turned to see Conoscenza stumbling forward. Protruding from his neck was a spear, forcing him forwards. Conoscenza spluttered, blood exploding from his mouth as he collapsed dead onto the floor. The Prime grunted, turning to pick his rifle up from where he had placed it on the floor to help the Scral but he too was too late. The Scral girl, not even 11 years old, popped his helmet a little with a square rod of wood, jamming a knife into the gap. The Prime coughed out in pain, falling back as the Scral popped the head off fully, plunging the knife repeatedly into his neck. As his life slipped away from him, he saw Scral, armed to the teeth with knives, spears and other makeshift weapons approaching through a blinding ray of light, descending upon the other Primes. He tried to gargle a warning but failed as the child dragged her blade one final time across his throat. All went black."
After this brutal attack on his men, Vius ordered the eradication of every Scral on the planet. In moments they were extinct. The Prime empire decended onto the planet and quickly colonised it but little did the know that there was still an enemy prescense They managed to get a girl, a young child of the Prime empire, and they had killed her and displayed her organs and flesh on a fence outside their hut. Vius had killed the Scral remaineder but even then they were not fully exterminated. They got onto the ship under Vius's command.
"The Scral had not been entirely exterminated. They had managed to get on the ship, stolen some up to date weapons and were now wreaking havoc in the med bay, taking shooting all the Primes under anaesthetic, the ones in comas, the ones unable to fight back due to some injuries. The gunfire echoed down the corridors as the alarms wailed. Vius kicked in the door and two Primes filtered in, guns blazing. Scral screamed out, firing back as Vius slipped in after the Primes. He fired, blowing the back of a Scral woman’s head off. Her blood splattered across the wall as he roared orders at the other Primes. They scattered, one collapsing in a spray of blood. Vius, angered by this loss, increased in violence, resorting to brutal strength, beating a Scral to death with his hands, smashing his head into a mushy mess. All he could see was red, he had never experienced anger like this."
Even after Vius's personal encounter with the Scral after their erradication or "thought to be" erradication the Scral still kept coming back. They had managed to get into an escape pod and several had escaped into the solar system. They quickly reproduced, used Psycholorian growth chambers to make an army quickly and they spread out far and wide. Before long they are in charge of the traffiking rings all across the solar system. What will it take to tear them down?
"The Prime negotiators walked into the small village to initiate first contact with the inhabitancy of Alexandrea. They observed their surroundings, small thatched huts, wooden vehicles, and curious civilians. With a little research the Prime negotiators had discovered that this native species, tall, skinny, and gaunt, were called the Scral. They fed off dead things such as roadkill, mauled animals and even executed bandits. Conoscenza had dug even further to reveal that they had no real taste buds meaning they could even eat rotten flesh without finding it difficult, devouring maggot ridden corpses. The thought made him physically sick. Conoscenza was the main negotiator, surrounded by a protection detail of four prime soldiers prepared to execute the inhabitancy if necessary. He wore a simplified version of Prime power armour consisting of a shoulder piece, chest piece and ankle armour. The rest was soft, cream, material making up a coat that hung down, drifting about his feet. The equipment he carried was minimal too, a pistol, a compact computer on his wrist bracer and a knife in his front pocket. The prime protection detail wore more than he, helmets, shoulder, elbow and knee pads, bulky chest pieces and additional protection where they saw fit. The Prime protection detail was basically a robotic escort, armed to the teeth. Conoscenza looked up at one of his men and nodded. They all came to a stop and the protection detail spread out, arming their weapons, prepared for anything. Conoscenza lifted his arm to his face, turning on a speaker on his wrist bracer.
“Greetings Scral!” he yelled out, his voice booming through the streets. The Scral around him jumped back, ducking into thatched houses, peeking through the windows. A prime protection unit tapped a button his own bracer, starting a live video recording back to the main ship. “We are not here to harm you,” Conoscenza yelled out through the speaker again. He turned, hearing the patter of footsteps followed by a loud splat and a cry. His eyes rested upon a Scral child, a young girl dressed in rags, clutching her leg in the mud. He lowered his arm, pointing to the girl. A prime approached her. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice robotic, reaching out a hand. As he did, the girl looked up, her eyes darkening. Something was wrong Conoscenza thought, but only for a second. There was a thunk, a sharp pain and a splat of blood as he took a hit. The prime next to the girl turned to see Conoscenza stumbling forward. Protruding from his neck was a spear, forcing him forwards. Conoscenza spluttered, blood exploding from his mouth as he collapsed dead onto the floor. The Prime grunted, turning to pick his rifle up from where he had placed it on the floor to help the Scral but he too was too late. The Scral girl, not even 11 years old, popped his helmet a little with a square rod of wood, jamming a knife into the gap. The Prime coughed out in pain, falling back as the Scral popped the head off fully, plunging the knife repeatedly into his neck. As his life slipped away from him, he saw Scral, armed to the teeth with knives, spears and other makeshift weapons approaching through a blinding ray of light, descending upon the other Primes. He tried to gargle a warning but failed as the child dragged her blade one final time across his throat. All went black."
After this brutal attack on his men, Vius ordered the eradication of every Scral on the planet. In moments they were extinct. The Prime empire decended onto the planet and quickly colonised it but little did the know that there was still an enemy prescense They managed to get a girl, a young child of the Prime empire, and they had killed her and displayed her organs and flesh on a fence outside their hut. Vius had killed the Scral remaineder but even then they were not fully exterminated. They got onto the ship under Vius's command.
"The Scral had not been entirely exterminated. They had managed to get on the ship, stolen some up to date weapons and were now wreaking havoc in the med bay, taking shooting all the Primes under anaesthetic, the ones in comas, the ones unable to fight back due to some injuries. The gunfire echoed down the corridors as the alarms wailed. Vius kicked in the door and two Primes filtered in, guns blazing. Scral screamed out, firing back as Vius slipped in after the Primes. He fired, blowing the back of a Scral woman’s head off. Her blood splattered across the wall as he roared orders at the other Primes. They scattered, one collapsing in a spray of blood. Vius, angered by this loss, increased in violence, resorting to brutal strength, beating a Scral to death with his hands, smashing his head into a mushy mess. All he could see was red, he had never experienced anger like this."
Even after Vius's personal encounter with the Scral after their erradication or "thought to be" erradication the Scral still kept coming back. They had managed to get into an escape pod and several had escaped into the solar system. They quickly reproduced, used Psycholorian growth chambers to make an army quickly and they spread out far and wide. Before long they are in charge of the traffiking rings all across the solar system. What will it take to tear them down?