Aliens On Injective

Faction: Blade Order “Yurakai”

Role: Shadow scout

With glowing purple skin, crossed eyes, and a protective blue headband, Virex blends into his surroundings almost silently. The katana on his back is his tool for precise and silent advances. As a Shadow Scout, he maps enemy zones unnoticed, secures new routes, and reports potential dangers to the mission command. His ability to remain invisible even under heavy defensive fire makes him an indispensable reconnaissance expert.

Faction: Fluctuants Sect “The Change-Born”

Role: Catalyst

Valnir’s rainbow-colored skin shimmers like a liquid light source and subtly alters the environment. Beneath his dark hood, a constantly shifting energy field gathers, capable of setting matter and gravity into vibration. As a catalyst, he deliberately triggers spatial shifts to open paths or neutralize impending danger zones. His mere presence marks places where reality can reshape itself at any moment.

Faction: Blade Order “Yurakai”

Role: Nightblade

With a green headband and sharpened katana, Krav’Zen glides silently through every zone, even when there is no trace of light. His movements are so precise that sensors can barely register them. As a Nightblade, he carries out targeted infiltrations and eliminates threats before the alarm can be raised. His unwavering focus makes him an invisible cornerstone of Yurakai operations.

Faction: Archivists “Chamber of Chronicles”

Role: Myth Researcher

His cracked body, crisscrossed with glowing veins, resembles an open history book. The katana on his back serves less as a weapon than as a reminder of ancient battles. Zeydrak collects and deciphers legends that many have long dismissed as myths. With his modern cap and casual jacket, he combines ancient knowledge with contemporary culture, turning the past into a weapon of insight.

Faction: Cybernetic Unit “Sector N”

Role: Implant Technician

Zorvak has mastered the symbiosis of flesh and machinery down to the last detail. Wearing a red bandana as a sign of his workshop origins, he replaces or fuses components directly in the field, often while the systems are still running. Blue markings on his face tell of endless layers of cybernetic upgrades. For him, there are no defective modules – only new ways to combine energy and organic matter.

Faction: Cybernetic Unit “Sector N”

Role: Mind Synchronizer

His shiny steel skin reflects cold precision, and two spheres of worlds rotate in his eyes. As a mind synchronizer, he bundles enormous streams of information into clear routines for action. The katana on his back represents the precision with which he separates or connects networks of thought. Even in his black Metallica shirt, he remains sober: for him, data is not noise, but commands.

Faction: Cybernetic Unit “Sector N”

Role: Mind Synchronizer

The graduation cap seems almost out of place on the cybernetic armor, but it is a symbol of his special task. Orvak not only channels data streams technically, but also with the aim of understanding and classifying them. The burns on his skin are the result of experiments at the boundary between organic and machine. His calculations are sober, his judgments final – those who listen to him hear the voice of the system.

Faction: Free Citizens “The Last Wave”

Role: Chronicler of the People

His pale skin and weary gaze make him seem like one of the forgotten, but he preserves more than words. As chronicler of the people, he collects stories and voices of “The Last Wave” so that no memory is lost in the void. His striped shirt is simple, but his memory holds battles, hopes, and losses. Those who hear him speak hear the echo of the community.

Faction: Religious splinter group “Order of the Spiral”

Role: Cult Guardian

In shimmering armor and a flowing cape, he looks like a soldier, but the blood-red halo betrays his spiritual mission. Drahven protects ancient writings and artifacts of the Order, whose secrets must not be revealed to the public. Between the smoke of his cigarette and the cool severity of his demeanor lies a quiet certainty: he protects the core of the faith from any desecration.

Faction: Blade Order “Yurakai”

Role: Duelist

With a katana on his back and a cool gaze, Seroth enters the ring, where rules and honor rule the battlefield. The blue reflections in his eyes betray an inner calm that his opponents rarely survive for long. His simple band shirt contrasts with the strict traditions of the order, but only reinforces his independence. When Seroth raises his sword, a single strike decides the outcome – precise and irreversible.

Faction: Cybernetic Unit “Sector-N”

Role: Energy Core Guardian

The cigar in the corner of his mouth and his weary gaze feign serenity, but his task brooks no negligence. Karvox is the guardian of the reactive core that powers the Exodus. With cybernetic armor, he protects the energy source as if the life of the collective depended on every breath – and indeed it does. His headband is reminiscent of ancient warrior traditions, but his gaze knows only one thing: defending the core.

Faction: Fluctuants Sect “The Change-Born”

Role: Psionicist

His spiral eyes spin incessantly, reflecting realities that others cannot comprehend. With a cigarette in his mouth, he appears indifferent, but in his head, currents beyond comprehension rage. As a psionicist of the Changeling-Born, Xeydor unleashes chaotic telepathy that unsettles friend and foe alike. Those who look into his eyes lose their sense of where reality ends for a moment.

Faction: Fluctuants Sect “The Change-Born”

Role: Borderwalker

His rainbow-colored skin shimmers in the light like liquid energy, while his fur jacket makes him appear almost human. But Alveron is no ordinary fighter – he is a borderwalker, a being who glides effortlessly between biological and energetic states. His gaze betrays calm, but instability lurks within him. Wherever he appears, the boundaries between matter and spirit become blurred.

Faction: Information Network “Collective Echo”

Role: Whisper Runner

The mini UFO that circles above his head like a glowing ring makes Zilvor a walking antenna for inconspicuous transmissions. His tracksuit and protruding tongue give him a careless appearance, but he transmits data with absolute precision. As a whisper runner, he transports messages through zones where any technical signal would fail. His indifferent gaze and laconic demeanor are part of his camouflage – only those who know his route know that every apparent sluggishness is a calculated step. Wherever Zilvor appears, even silence finds its way to the message.

Faction: Fluctuants Sect “The Change-Born”

Role: Visionary

His spiraling, glowing eyes suggest that Zyrrik experiences futures not linearly, but as a swirling stream. The bloody knife in his head is less a wound than an anchor point between possible realities. His rainbow-colored robe reflects the constant change in his perception. As a visionary, he receives fragments of future events and pieces them together into warning patterns. Wherever Zyrrik appears, one senses the flicker of future possibilities—and the unease that accompanies each of his prophecies.

Faction: Fluctuants Sect “The Change-Born”

Role: Borderwalker

His rainbow-colored skin refracts light into ever-changing patterns, while his white glasses and glowing cigarette exude nonchalant calm. The black Metallica shirt seems like an anchor from a distant culture, but his katana betrays his readiness for sudden transition. As a border crosser, Loryn effortlessly traverses the boundary between matter and psionic energy. His every movement creates fleeting cracks in reality through which he slips unnoticed. Wherever he appears, certainties become blurred—and no observer is sure what really happened.

Faction: Fluctuants Sect “The Change-Born”

Role: Visionary

His violet skin and colorful swirling spiral eyes make Spiryn a living prism of possibilities. His striped shirt and trendy cap make him look like an inconspicuous traveler, but inside him countless futures are spinning. As a visionary, he receives images of events that are yet to come and interprets them for those who plan the path of the collective. Each of his warnings sounds casual, but those who ignore them soon feel the force of missed opportunity. Where Spiryn lingers, the future is never still.

Faction: Blade Order “Yurakai”

Role: Shadow Scout

His black shirt with its subtle symbol and dark cap make Narek appear almost ordinary. But the katana on his back and his alert gaze betray the training of a silent scout. As a Shadow Scout, he moves invisibly through restricted areas and maps dangers before they are even detected. He speaks only when necessary, and each of his steps follows a carefully calculated plan. Where Narek has been, only maps remain—and the secure feeling that he has long since moved on.

Faction: Archivists “Chamber of Chronicles”

Role: Codex Guardian

Soryn’s academic hat identifies him as a scholar, but the katana on his back reveals his willingness to protect knowledge with his blade. His spiraling, glowing eyes reveal a memory that can recall every section of the collective constitution as if by itself. As a Codex Guardian, he carries the binding writings not in books, but in his mind, unalterable and accessible at all times. His green field uniform allows him to reach archives even in rough terrain. Wherever Soryn stands, the origins of the collective remain immutably preserved.

Faction: Information Network “Collective Echo”

Role: Whisper Runner

The black headphones and relaxed facial expression make Korrin look like a quiet music lover. But the katana on his back shows that he pursues his mission with unwavering determination. As a Whisperrunner, he transports confidential messages over distances that would defeat any technology, remaining completely undetected. He moves quietly, speaks only when absolutely necessary, and delivers information with pinpoint accuracy. Wherever Korrin goes, the messages follow in a trail of complete silence.

Faction: Fluctuants Sect “The Change-Born”

Role: Visionary

Spiral-shaped glowing eyes reveal Virel’s gift of receiving vague fragments of the future. He collects these images, organizes them in a trance, and filters them for clues to new developments. His unassuming appearance belies the power with which he initiates change. Virel remains a calm mediator between spontaneous inspirations and the practical goals of the sect.

Faction: Information Network “Collective Echo”

Role: Reconstruction Analyst

The small, circling UFO above Noxar’s head serves as his mobile data antenna. His X-shaped eyes indicate his ability to reconnect destroyed information patterns. Dressed in a simple dark jacket, he focuses entirely on restoring lost radio signals and missing archives. As a reconstruction analyst, Noxar ensures that no knowledge is permanently lost, even when systems collapse.

Faction: Archivists “Chamber of Chronicles”

Role: Codex Guardian

His skeletal body and dark robe make Kareth look like a living archive. The simple blue cap and fine pearl necklace are signs of his long studies and his commitment to collective law. As a Codex Guardian, he keeps the central legal principles of the collective in his memory and recites them at every important council decision. Kareth stands for absolute accuracy and unshakeable principles.

Faction: Fluctuants Sect “The Change-Born”

Role: Psionic

Zeyran’s multicolored skin and spiral-shaped eyes reveal a restless energy that is constantly reshaping itself. The green and white cap acts as an anchor against the chaotic force of his thoughts. Two katanas on his back stabilize his mental focus and can be deployed at lightning speed in critical moments. As a psionicist, Zeyran channels raw telepathic currents ranging from spontaneous communication to powerful defense.

Faction: Free Citizens “The Last Wave”

Role: Chronicler of the People

With his red headband, distinctive sunglasses, and a penchant for warm colors, Korven roams the settlements. In his striped tunic, he collects stories, songs, and eyewitness accounts from the wandering collective. As chronicler of the people, he preserves memories of their origins and departure, weaving them into vivid narratives. In this way, he keeps the spirit of community alive and strengthens awareness of their shared roots.

Faction: Fluctuants Sect “The Change-Born”

Role: Psionic

His eyes are spiral whirlpools that distort every clear line, as if the world around him were vibrating. Veythar is considered broken, but that is precisely where his strength lies: his chaotic gift unleashes telepathic shocks that make even metal tremble. His fur jacket is his last anchor to something ordinary—but anyone who catches his gaze immediately senses that normality no longer exists.

Faction: Blade Order “Yurakai”

Role: Ritualist

The red halo above his head flickers like a scar from the Spiral, but his katana betrays his origins in the ranks of the Yurakai. Varash combines combat with cult – every blow is a ritual, every wound a sacrifice. His cigarette glows like a silent fire as his gaze wanders into the void. Discipline and madness unite within him, and his opponents never know whether he is fighting them or performing an invisible ritual.

Faction: Frontline Troops “Fireline”

Role: Irradiated Veterans

His laughter sounds hoarse, as if smoke were passing through every syllable. Pyrrhok’s eyes burn like embers, relics from the radiation fields of past battles. His heavy jacket offers little protection, but his body has long since grown accustomed to heat and ash. As a irradiated veteran of the fire line, he throws himself into battles where others retreat. For him, there is no tomorrow – only the next attack, which will blaze even brighter.

Faction: Free Citizens “The Last Wave”

Role: Civil Committee Spokesperson

His suit and red tie lend him dignity, but the worn cap on his head is a reminder of where he comes from: the masses. Jorven is a civil committee spokesperson who raises the voices of the Last Wave and presents them to those in power. His words are direct, his tone unyielding—he speaks not for himself, but for all those who would otherwise go unheard. Those who hear him speak feel the weight of the collective behind every sentence.

Faction: Religious splinter group “Order of the Spiral”

Role: Spiral Chronicler

The red horns on his forehead seem less grown than chosen, symbols of a guilt or consecration known only to him. His suit lends him worldly authority, his cigar a hint of indifference. But his eyes see patterns that lie beyond chance. Deymar is a Spiral Chronicler, reading fate like a sealed manuscript whose pages are only visible in smoke. Those who listen to him realize that the circle has long since begun to close.

Faction: Free Citizens “The Last Wave”

Role: Bearer of Hope

His tracksuit seems unremarkable, and his face bears the marks of humble origins. But in his eyes lies a quiet defiance that speaks louder than words. Branak is a bearer of hope – a symbol that even the weakest can gain significance in the collective. He rarely speaks, but his mere presence reminds others that survival rests not only on the shoulders of warriors, but also on those who simply carry on.

Faction: Blade Order “Yurakai”

Role: Nightblade

The katana on his back is a silent promise, but the knife protruding from his skull speaks of survival beyond the possible. His empty eyes are not an expression of death, but of a coldness that freezes the blood in his opponents‘ veins. As a Nightblade, he glides silently through the shadows, a relic that knows neither pain nor fear. Where Zhorin appears, not only does the light die, but so does the hope of those who encounter him.

Faction: Frontline Troops “Fireline”

Role: Combat Tactician

The red fabric of his headscarf reveals the line he never crosses: order in chaos. With a cigar in the corner of his mouth and a suit on his body, Daryon looks like an old-school strategist. As a combat tactician on the fire line, he calculates paths through the inferno where others would long since have been fighting blindly. His voice is soft, his gaze unyielding – when he orders the attack, the battlefield has long since taken shape.

Faction: Blade Order “Yurakai”

Role: Ritualist

His golden skin seems to swallow the light itself, while the cigarette glows quietly in the corner of his mouth. Solven wears the red order jacket with casual nonchalance, but behind his calm exterior lies ancient discipline. As a ritualist of the Yurakai, he performs the ceremonies that purify the honor of the blades – with blood, smoke, and silence. His smile is deceptively calm, but every spark near him could be the beginning of an ancient oath.

Faction: Fluctuants Sect “The Change-Born”

Role: Visionary

The spirals in his eyes spin incessantly, as if reflecting another universe. The smoke from his cigarette hangs silently in the air, caught between dream and reality. Varnok sees things that no one else perceives – patterns, movements, messages in the flickering light. His body remains motionless while his mind drifts through dimensions. Those who encounter him sense that he is already somewhere else.

Faction: Cybernetic Unit “Sector-N”

Role: Mind Synchronizer

His eyes reflect worlds as if they were data streams that he simultaneously observes and calculates. Korvel is a quiet analyst whose gaze measures more than it sees. His red jacket and dark cap make him seem inconspicuous, but beneath the surface, there is a constant balancing act between logic and instinct. When he speaks, his words are precise—and every sentence sounds as if it has been simulated a hundred times.

Faction: Blade Order “Yurakai”

Role: Ritualist

Dravien rarely speaks, and when he does, it sounds as if someone else is speaking through him. The spirals in his eyes reveal a mind that has long since transcended ordinary perception. His crown is not a symbol of dominion, but of discipline and sacrifice. In ceremonies, he wields his sword not to kill, but to remember—those who have fallen and the order’s eternal promise: perfection through control.

Faction: Information Network “Collective Echo”

Role: Communications Officer

Orvel’s world consists of voices, frequencies, and the constant waves of the ether. His eyes reflect the knowledge of alien systems, while the tiny receiver in his ear never falls silent. He hears what others are not meant to hear—commands, doubts, betrayal. With stoic calm, he sorts out what is meaningful and passes on what holds the collective together. In the silence between two signals, he finds truth – and sometimes proof that even truth can be manipulated.

Faction: Blade Order “Yurakai”

Role: Ritualist

His exposed brain pulsates calmly beneath the glass dome, while the hilt of his sword glimmers dully in the light. Dravok speaks little, but his movements follow precise patterns—as if calculated mathematically. As a ritualist, he performs the combat formulas of the ancients, not out of faith, but out of perfect logic. Where others fight in a bloodlust, he sees a calculation in every blow. For him, death is just an equation with many solutions.

Faction: Free Citizens “The Last Wave”

Role: Civil Committee Spokesperson

His gaze reveals what drives him – not faith or duty, but desire. Varnok wears the robes of a ruler, but his eyes flash with the rhythm of profit. As a civil committee spokesman, he has learned to shape the language of the people until it serves his own purposes. Behind the cloak of dignity lies a calculating mind that only utters the words “common good” when it pays off.

Faction: Archivist “Chamber of Chronicles”

Role: Myth Researchers

Varyn is known for his stoic calm. Amidst the vast chronicle archives, he often sits motionless for hours in front of ancient texts that no one has been able to interpret for a long time. He believes that every legend contains a kernel of truth – and that even the quietest stories about the origin of the aliens could one day be crucial. His crown is not a symbol of power, but of the burden of carrying the knowledge of the ancestors.

Faction: Blade Order “Yurakai”

Role: Shadow Scout

Ovarn moves like a shadow through the decks of the Exodus ship – unnoticed, unstoppable. His katana is rarely drawn, for his strength lies in observing and waiting. The glowing object above his head is considered by many to be a sign of higher insight, but Ovarn himself remains silent on the matter. He hears what others overlook and only strikes when the silence itself begins to speak.

Faction: Frontline Troops “Fireline”

Role: Assault Leaders

Varok always leads his unit at the forefront of the inferno. A fire burns in his eyes that never goes out – a remnant of the energy that once nearly destroyed him. Where he appears, metal melts and the air itself seems to blaze. He commands not with words, but with the sheer presence of a man who understands fire because he himself is made of it. His comrades follow him, even though they know he is leading them straight into the embers – because Varok burns for every victory until there is nothing left.

Faction: Frontline Troops “Fireline”

Role: Irradiated Veteran

Kyrran survived missions that were long considered deadly. His scars tell of explosions, his eyes of nights that no fire could ever illuminate. The burning halo above his head is not a symbol of purity, but the last echo of a catastrophe that scarred him and made him immortal. Despite his broken body, he continues to carry his sword — not out of duty, but because the war within him never ended.

Faction: Information Network “Collective Echo”

Role: Signal Prospector

Narek spends his nights with headphones over his temples as the frequencies of the Exodus flow through his consciousness. He hears what others overlook—the quiet voices in the noise, the code behind the silence. His cigar glows when he discovers a trace, an old ritual that keeps him awake. Some say Narek once received a signal that did not originate from this galaxy – and since then he has been trying to decipher it, even though it is slowly consuming him.

Faction: Outpost Guard “Exile Corps”

Role: Outpost Leader

Vornax carries his responsibility with a calmness that seems almost regal. His coat is reminiscent of the uniform of the old colonial guard, but the sparkle in his eyes betrays that he has seen too many outposts fall. He knows the coldness of exile better than anyone else and understands that leadership often means surviving when others break. Vornax rarely speaks of his losses—his demeanor alone is enough to enforce discipline.

Faction: Fluctuants Sect “The Change-Born”

Role: Ghostspeaker

The lines on Orath’s body glow in rhythm with his words when he speaks to those who live beyond understanding. He claims to hear voices from the rivers of pure energy, where ancient aliens continue to exist, their bodies long since gone. The crown he wears is not a sign of power, but an anchor—it keeps him here when the calls from the other side become too loud.

Faction: Religious splinter group “Order of the Spiral”

Role: Cult Guardian

Drak is considered one of the most eccentric followers of the Order. His gestures are unpredictable, his gaze always directed toward the sky, as if listening to a higher frequency that only he can receive. He interprets the circling object above his head as a sign of the “return of the source.” Behind his playful facade, however, lies an ironclad faith—Drak preserves writings that are considered dangerous even within the Order, and he laughs only because he knows what is yet to come for everyone else.

Faction: Fluctuants Sect “The Change-Born”

Role: Ghostspeaker

Loran wears the colors of chaos with a calmness that both fascinates and unsettles his brothers and sisters. His laughter sounds as if it comes from several directions at once, and his eyes reflect worlds that no one else can see. He claims to hear voices—not from gods, but from other versions of himself, beyond the dimensions. What he says often seems meaningless until, weeks later, the events he casually mentioned come to pass. Some call him mad, others a gateway between realities.

Faction: Fluctuants Sect “The Change-Born”

Role: Psionic

Xyrr is a nexus of chaotic energy – his thoughts flash like bright lightning bolts into the consciousness of others. No one knows if his empty eyes are the result of inner overload or the price he pays for his uncontrolled gift. When he speaks, the words burst forth in distorted frequencies, half sound, half thought. It takes discipline and courage to endure him, for Xyrr’s proximity can trigger visions that oscillate between revelation and madness. He is a walking mystery – and proof that power has its origins in fluctuation.