#unilu

PIDGEKI + : vld rarepair...don't even think that punk unilu girl has a name. I wanna start posting my moodboards on here this one is lowkey a few months old, but it belongs here.

I almost forgot to post my piece for the @coranzine

Shout out to @marz-squared and @legendarydesvender for this wonderful opportunity! 

Meet The Artist: @artivoxart!

Say hey to Vox! She really is happy to be here! Seriously! Probably! Maybe?

Good Credit, Bad Credit, No Credit No Problem 

Oh You Dead 

FUCK IT 

Ghost Credit

I'm Gonna Get A Subaru

The unilu man had something the altean wanted, he could tell by the burning look in the red head's eyes, but mere GAC was not enough of a trade for the scaultrite lenses. No, he wanted Coran's heart. At first, the Unilu tried to play his bartering off as a joke, asking for just one kiss. Coran mocked him, offering instead five back massages. However, as they laughed and offered one silly trade after another, suddenly they were trading two foot rubs, three bites- Wait no!- how about you just have dinner with me?

"...you've got a deal!" Coran needed that scaultrite after all, but once the deal was struck he realized he'd traded something he'd never intended. At first, going to dinner with the Unilu sounded horrible! How could he get through the night with such a petty junk dealer?! ANd yet there he was, slowly falling for every silly charm and turn of phrase. Their conversations seemed too natural to be real. One idea- was traded for another- for another- for another- each one greater than the last. And then Coran knew, it wasn't the scaultrite he'd come here for- it was this strange Unilu man. This strange man that could twist his mind, wheel and deal for his heart, and come away with the greatest trade of all. He had this Altean by the heartstrings, and it was one bargain he was NOT going to let go of.

Reference Guide for Project Zero [Read on AO3]

The Antalians

Shiro’s People/The Koryu

Pidge’s People/The Quvari

The Galra

The Balmerans

The Alteans

Chester “Chet”

Captain Mardon

Lieutenant Gurnka

Name: Unknown homeworld

Population: approximately 300 million

General Information: The Unilu are known traders, merchants, and upon occasion, pirates or mercenaries who sell their skills to the highest bidder. Their homeworld was destroyed generations ago and most Unilu live as part of large migratory fleets that wander through the galaxy.

It is believed that the Unilu homeworld was destroyed by an asteroid strike almost a thousand years ago. Survivors evacuated their planet and adapted to a migratory life in space. Although often scattered throughout the galaxy, the Unilu hold tightly to their traditions and their past, placing great emphasis on maintaining what makes them “truly” Unilu. Their population is divided into several dozens of fleets made from ships purchased, scavenged, or stolen. Most live in large civilian ships with the best and brightest rising to the rank of fighter pilots, manning the fleet’s smaller offensive ships in times of combat. All fleets are governed by a Captain who has proven not only their skill as a pilot and a leader, but also dedicated to upholding the Unilu way of life. When significant decisions must be made that affect the entire Unilu population, the fleets converge on the ruins of their old homeworld for the Gathering, where Captains argue (and sometimes physically fight) for their opinions. 

Appearance: The Unilu are a bipedal humanoid species with four arms and pointed ears. They have several sets of organs, including multiple hearts and reproductive organs. These multiple systems give the Unilu a heightened reaction time, allowing them to become some of the most skilled, agile pilots in the known galaxy.

Sex and Reproduction: While committed monogamous and polyamorous relationships are common among the Unilu, casual relationships are also extremely common. Children are raised in groups with multiple members of the society sharing the responsibility, especially for children of pilots whose biological parents may need to focus most of their time on serving the entire fleet rather than an individual.

The Gatherings are the single most important event in the Unilu culture. Captains must navigate through the asteroid field of their ruined homeworld to the Gathering place as a show of piloting skill. The Gathering place on the largest intact asteroid is made from the hulls of former Unilu ships and is considered to represent the bones of their ancestors.

During the Gatherings, civilian ships are held as hostages to ensure the peaceful intentions of all fleets.

Unilu are not as inventive or technologically inclined as other species, but they are masters of adapting technology for their own needs. And acquiring it through whatever means necessary.

They greatly respect warriors of any species, valuing bravery, dedication, and sacrifice.