Biography of Omo, Omo Prime, and the Omoverse

A Strange Alien Mennace

What is an Omo? That is a question pondered by many of the most learned men of our times, in the year 4738. She is a xeno of exotic biology; not of the common carbon based life that most are so well acquainted with, but a mixture of silicon and heavy metals. Her species is from a heavy world, at least three gravities if her bone structure is any judge of such things, durable beyond belief! An aquatic part of the world at that, for her features are streamline, shaped for fluid movement, and capable of withstanding intense pressures.

Her respiratory is nasal only, and capable of inhaling both air and water, and drawing oxygen from either. Her lungs are actually the two chest sacks that many foolish mammals assume are for feeding young. Her mouth actually has no connection to her resperatory system, however her skin can exchange oxygen through the gaps between her very fine scales, and this function works more efficiently at greater pressures. Her speech uses retained air or water through her sinuses to produce audible vibrations that do not require her mouth or exhalation.

Omos reproduce very rapidly; they are capable of self cloning through auto-fertilization, and fertility can even be induced by force. The physiology suggests a very violent and aggressive culture, though Omo Prime herself was an orphan and knows nothing of her species. Her internal reproductive organs—housed behind a long, muscular cloaca—are controlled not by will or hormonal tides, but through direct physical stimulation. Penetration causes immediate physiological response inducing uncontrollable siezures in her cloacal tract that swallow anything inserted with incredible force and tenacity. It is possible to do serious physical harm just by leaving something within her where she cannot extract it; cramps and eventually rending her clenching muscles apart. With enough stimulation, ovulation and auto-fertilization will be triggered. Other forms of stimulation can produce a sort of equivalent to a reptilian male erection and ejaculation, but the fluids produce are in fact immature (and motile) gametes meant to fuse with other, mature gametes. On the rare occasions in which an Omo has been known develop a lust for someone or something, she has shown the capability to unroll her cloaca inside out like a sock, self-fertilize, and lay a small number of eggs in the object of her desire. Generally speaking, only throat oviposition will produce viable offspring. The eventually hatched result is a rather tenacious tadpole like spawn that can survive harsh environments for up to six months before seeking the outside world.

NSFW Cloaca & Digestive Tract Depiction

Omopoles - Omo offspring before legs

Omo Prime's history is sad and bleak. She was an orphan and possessed few memories from her early years upon an alien (to her) world. Those that remained were of her last few where she mostly hunted and struggled to survive, alone. The fact that she did survive from pre-sentient age to adulthood is a testament to her species' tenacity and instincts. The world she was found on had nothing even remotely similar to her biology, she was an obvious xenobiologic. Neither were there signs of a settlement or even landing anywhere upon the surface. How she got there is probably the greatest mystery of the species, but got there she did, which means there were more like her, somewhere in the universe.

Her rescuer was another alien, though of more mundane makeup, A junker with some low grade psychic talent who was using the system as a refueling stop on their way to the wreckage of a battleground not far off. While just outside of the system, they picked up Omo Prime's mental patterns, an alien sense of self that yet somehow still registered AS a self. Curious beyond belief, the junker made mental contact through the sleeping Xeno's mind as they set course for the planet of note. The journey took almost four years, being unable to use FTL engines so close to a star, and another four to leave.

Omo herself was entranced by this mental presence, the first other person she had ever met. She built up a fantastic infatuation with the mind presence… until she met the alien in person upon the day of her capture. Not rescue, capture. The Junker (entrepreneur that they were) saw incredible potential in the bizarre Xeno—for profit. In the meantime, other uses were found for her, some incredibly degrading. However, strong and fierce as she was, by that point Omo Prime was enthralled and she submitted willingly.

Six years later, the Junker sold the alien to an exploration guild, where Omo was indoctrinated in the methodology and tools to necessary to: classify, analyze, and explore planets. Her self-cloning biology along with a mechanical mental control system to both keep her on track, and preserve all knowledge gained, allowed her to do the work of fifty. The Junker's neuro profile was used as template and hooked into Omo Prime's fantasy scape to keep her perpetually enslaved with the illusion of serving her rescuer. She never even knew she was sold. Most of her clones never even knew they were clones either, until they returned to the exploration ship to be decommissioned and digested into the recycler. She is in fact, a willing accomplice to her own deluded slavery, and quite happy with her role.

The Omoship was a little too effective. It outlived it's creators, it outlived the creator's race, it outlived the life of the creator's star system, and even galaxy. Perpetually renewed, recycled, and rebuilt. Omoship even cloned itself and its occupents as chaff to the wind to fulfil it's desperate mission of cateloguing the entire damned universe. To be visited by one of these ships, is to meet one of the most dangerous and possibly entertaining species known. Curious beyond all measure, willing to go to any length to find and record knowledge, and capable of utilizing that knowledge in the greater goal.

Omo Society:

Not all clones return to the ship. Many die upon the worlds they are scattered to, others abandoned when the resources required to collect them again are not deemed worth spending. A few manage to develop a sense of value or awareness of their own mortality, and attempt to flee Omoship existence. Small seeds lost to the ship and forgotten.

An Omo can reproduce asexually. When left alone they may in fact develop the urge, depending of course on how they were programmed at hatching. The result; one abandoned Omo results in a tribe of Omos and a divergant culture of Omos. Most die off, abandoned on alien worlds without technology or skills required to survive. Some eventually return to space, some eventually become interstellar or even intergalactic.

An Omo abandoned amongst the technological society of another race, may eventually out compete and take over the society leaving an Omo race that mirrors the society they hatched from. One Omo is a danger to all sentient life on a planet. More than one Omo is a malicious invasion that may take centuries to complete, but is deathly assured. A number of Omo societies have managed successfull coexistence with other races, it is possible, but it is well outside the norm.

Specifications:

Height: 64cm (2ft 1in)

Weight: 31kg (almost 70lb) — Note, she is extremely dense for her size, most of her mass being her skeleton.

Strength rating: Incredibly strong for her size, but with much lower stamina. Bursts strength with downtime.

Endurance: Low when outside of an aquatic environment due to the lowered rate of oxygen exchange. Tremendous while submerged in oxygenated water, greater the higher the pressure.

Fingers and Toes: six toes, two 'thumb like' at the aft, on the heel, sorta avian. Has webbing between toes. Four fingers and two thumbs on hands.

Voice and Respiration: They only breathe through their nose, and can breath either air or water into their pair of aqua lungs. The lungs are located above their ribs, one on either side. These lungs appear smiliar to mammalian breasts, though they grow and shrink as inflated and deflated. Each breath is forced in through airways that pass through their spinal column, these airways swallow air and water and act as pumps to feed the lungs. Exhalation however can be accomplished via pectoral clenches, both or singular, and the medium can be squeezed through the airways to produce numerous different sounds that originate in their sinuses, neck, and chest. Due to this, their mouths are are not required for speaking or breathing. They can even speak by expelling medium from one lung to the other through their sinus connection.

Muzzle: Teeth are metallic just like her bones and horns, and quite sharp and hard, pointed similar in shape to shark teeth but with eight molars (two at top and bottom on either side.) Tongue is triple forked, with each tip prehensile and opposable.

Tail: highly mobile and flat. Almost like a beaver tail, with a narrow midsection becoming thick above her rear, about half the width of her hips. The tip is blunt and flat along the vertical axis for assistance underwater, not quite fin like, more like the blade of a propeller or wing.

Hide: extremely thin to allow oxygen transference, which makes it quite delicate. It does have scales, very very small scales, none larger than a grain of rice, and fully fused to the skin and do not flake up. The dermal respiration works in air, but at only about 20% efficiency and cannot keep her conscious, but will keep her alive with sufficient atmosphere (around 5% oxygen.) Underwater it works fully and can keep her blood entirely oxygenated, and the higher the pressure, the more efficient it becomes.

Eyes: Shimmering pale blue-white, no pupils, faintly luminescence even in pure darkness. They are near featureless pools of low radiance and work on a completely separate principle from terrestrial eyes. They can see from low IR to high UV divided into twenty seven separate colors of spectrum. The illumination is a byproduct of visual reception. It is outward directed which means it does not interfere with vision at all. Her gaze lacks a focal point or depth of field effect, she can see with full clarity at 273 degrees and does not need to move her eyes to look.

Personality Matrix:

Every Omoship Omo is created with a carefully constructed personality matrix, matched to the objective of a mission or specific viewpoint to be used. Since the ship has access to every single memory fork from every single Omo recovered or downloaded remotely, it has much to work from when designing a purpose built Omo. Eons of experience, traumas, and conclusions to be assembled into a cohesive and contiguous mental timeline affixed to an altered neurology.

There are three primary axis used to make up the matrix:
1. Fight and Flight quality.
2. Curiosity vs Survival
3. Memory model and artificial timeline.

The first is used to determine how cowardly or how violent an Omo can become. The second is used to determine what level of scientific inquisitiveness she possesses; when and whether that curiosity will override other concerns. Lastly, the memory model determines what tools she has at hand to fight, run, study, or survive. It also determines what quirks she might possess, specific phobias, philias, or fantasies. Lastly a version number is added for any duplicated Omo variations.

Each Omo is then branded with an encoded signature within the bones of her skull in case there is confusion of identity. This brand can be read with an x-ray, or from surviving bone fragments after death. The components of the brand are structured as hypenated base 12 numerals with 3 digits for component one, 4 digits for component two, twelve digits for the memory model, then any remaining digits are simply iterating versions.

Ex: 037-921A-04349B3A1272-A8

You would read this as, very flighty but with extreme curiosity, with (arbitrary) memory model, version A8 (20)