The Belemorn

Humanity's trek across the stars has been an amazing adventure.  In the last few hundred years, we have gone places, and seen things our ancestors could not have even conceived of.  The fernships of Feremolius, the Lightmoon, She That Speaks in the Silence...

But put aside the wonders of technology and the mysteries of the galaxy. The thing that has always amazed me, the thing that has always filled me with wonder, are the people we've encountered. The multitudinous orders of life we've discovered, and in most cases, befriended. The utter differences in the types of life we've met yet we've still, somehow, found common ground. It makes me proud, to know that humanity has been able to put aside differences and grudges to create a better galaxy.

Take, for example, my friend here across the table. A Belemorn. No eyes, no mouth, no discernible orifices of any kind. They're basically giant, floating jellyfish with space cruisers. They communicate mostly by complex tenticular motions beyond the comprehension of humans, but when they have to speak with us they vibrate their outer membrane to create sounds. It's a beautiful system, and shows how hard everyone has worked, on both sides, to create a peaceful galaxy.

That said, this son of a bitch is taking me to the cleaners today because I can't read his goddamn non-existent pokerface.  No-faced, floating little bastard.