Return to Vassalized Earth: Shoot First
._ “come in,” the brown sirian pilot spoke, pressing a finger against the headseat attached to his floppy ears.
Return to Vassalized Earth: Glass
One afternoon i extracted the olfactory glands of a sirian and reverse-engineered the cells to be compatible with my nose and had them transplanted." “bull-" “shit?
Outcast Planet: The Road
“not gonna drink that sirian shit again..." i muttered, covering my eyes with my palms. “you were as dry as a desert last night," said yaleen, the sharp face of her blurry outline was visible between cracks in my fingers.
Return to Vassalized Earth: An Evening Party
Most of the room was made up of regulians and the vulpeculans seemed to gravitate in their direction, but one made a move for a four foot tall sirian who smiled lecherously as she approached.
Return to Vassalized Earth: Exodus
Abel’s eyes flicked to the screen as a sirian scientist began talking about the bioweapon.
The Heir: Father
“get a lupiad or a sirian in there, trust me!” “it’s him,” uloth nodded, clasping his fist to his chest. “proud, noble, father; it’s him. a titan of commerce and technology, a true general, through and through.”
Metempsychosis III - Part 1 (2026 revised)
Once they cleared sirian space, the mech engaged his ftl drive.
Outcast Planet: A Simple Job
We're as sharp as sirian businessmen, don't you know?" “get to the point." “we have a bad sense of smell, but we can smell bullshit better than anyone. i know for a fact that my pal ebi sold a coilgun for twenty-five just two weeks ago to lagath.
Outcast Planet: Steel All Around
It’s not even that sirian piece of shit, whitestar! what is this!?” the screen blinked and a series of bright, flashing stars shot across the screen in an arc before exploding by the lower right corner.
Return to Vassalized Earth: An Unremarkable Day
Non-regulians species: depicting humans as havings faces so flat that an airplane could land on them, a lupiad that was little more than a ravenous beast attempting to destroy a sphere with the words, “regulus," written atop them as if it weren't obvious enough, a sirian
Outcast Planet: Rescue
“well, well, don...” the lieutenant slowly came into view, his hulking frame looming over the smaller lupiad-sirian, “...don-don-don...dondrae, is that what they call you?”
Metempsychosis II (2026 revised)
Are you from the sirian armada?” his eyes narrowed. “how do you…?” he sighed again, clearly fighting to stay calm. he reached into a small case, pulled out a cigar, and lit it while staring at me the whole time.