#deltans

I’m really mad about Star Trek Picard just unceremoniously killing off T’Veen especially because the idea of a Vulcan/Deltan hybrid is so interesting given the species’ completely different ideas about emotion etc. Maybe someday we’ll get another Vulcan/Deltan hybrid whose character actually gets to be explored.

 To save one world.

Episode five of our Star Trek fanfic series, Endeavor, is available now! Endeavor makes its first first contact with a new alien species! 

Deltans who are old enough to remember the tales of the forgotten age can tell you of the Dark Gods who sought to keep their people in servitude. They were cruel creatures - the masters of the dark who kept the Deltan people underground; they left their slaves blinded by the darkness, with only the stone to break for its wonderful ore to sate their greed. Many of these horrid beings have been lost to memory, and those that they remember have no names to speak - even in secrecy. Yet there still remains one God who the Deltans can remember, and who they curse with their very existence: Peneronne, the False Mother. The Elders can tell of Peneronne, and how her soothing speech hides the cruel hatred she holds for her "children". She possessed no body, only appearing to the Deltans of the forgotten age as an unblinking eye of green light; it could stare in all directions, knowing when you woke and slept, and spoke with a mouth that could no be read yet still be heard. The legends tell how Peneronne was cursed to have no body to birth her own children and, in a fit of envy of nature's beauty, made the planet Aurora birth the Deltans from hard shells within the earth - this is how the Elders say the Deltan took their form, with red skin that hard as their home, and green colored eyes sparked with life by their mother. However the Deltans refused their mother's love, instead seeking it from the planet for the warmth it gave versus the light that possessed none. Angry of such disrespect, the False Mother demanded to be shown the same love, and so enslaved her children: she threw them into darkened caves; gave them only picks for mining, and forced them to gift her Aurora's precious metals. The planet felt saddened for its children, and so gave them the final gift that all Deltan's cherish: Death. Peneronne would then ruin such a gift, cursing them with a long life of youthful greatness, only for it to lead to the painful, agonizing Elder years that comes before death. For many unknown years the Deltans suffered under their evil mother, mining Aurora for the metals inside of it. It wasn't until one being, the Deltan Absolute, hid under the mother's gaze long enough to grant their people the gift that made the Deltans what they are forever known by: the gift of war - in the form of forged metal to make a weapon forgotten by time. They spoke that Aurora's metal was another gift, meant to arm its children against all who dare to harm them. Brought to rage, the children of the False Mother rose up to battle the Dark Gods. This war - The First War - was a long one; the Deltans had not yet become the masters of battle, and still they fought their hardest to prove what their people do naturally right. Throughout their darkened caves the Deltans slew the Dark Gods whom where brought alongside Peneronne, slaughtering them apart swords, hammers, and spears. Weakened from the fighting, Peneronne the False Mother fell before the children she hated, and was thrown to the depths of the dark caves. There she would suffer in loneliness, never to bring harm upon her children or the world she birthed them from. The Deltans would then rise from the underground and claim the surface, seeing the red mountains and sandy deserts that made the face of their homeworld. From then on the Deltans would form their clans and take rightful control of the earth, proving their natural born might. Meanwhile, while many of the Dark Gods are forgotten, Peneronne is kept in memory. Some Elders tell of her as a tale to the children, and as a warning: to never seek the False Mother's honeyed words, and to never take for granted the many gifts Aurora has granted you; for it has granted the peaceful embrace of death, as reward for the hardships that life brings with it.

I wanted to see how quickly I can draw and color without going the usual route I do for my covers. It feels oddly liberating being loose in my drawing and coloring, and I hope it means further improvement. Honestly, this is kinda how I'd like to color Kronos, if I were to color it, but I'm wondering if it's alright to do so at this point. Maybe I'll introduce it slowly. "The natives of Aurora, dubbed Deltan, are a race of giant humanoids that posses a strong warrior culture across their countless clans. Placing great value at combat and honor in warfare, Deltans expect physical ability from men and women alike, as well some skill in armed and hand-to-hand fighting. Unfortunately they are stubborn by nature, see little interest in advanced technology, and are extremely loyal to their clans to the point of prejudice against outsiders."

The burden will especially fall on two undercover Starfleet operatives in the Romulan Star Empire, one an experienced operative, the other on her first covert mission. They will discover the seeds of a threat to the Federation and Vulcan that could bring the galaxy to the brink of war.