Trixtops the species that basically have control and the say in Ket, 150 cm, bulky body with rough dark gray skin, decent tail, six limbs with 6 fingers each, big head with four claw-beaks, but what makes them infamous is their frill, that only females in this region have, big and beautiful, it's a sign of status, heritage and femininity, imagine a pattern and one family has it.

The males however don't have a colorful frill, they are much smaller, much lighter gray and the only reason they aren't put out of the equation is due to the gap they would leave, when a male is born it's either put in the background or sent to an “adoption” center.

They basically have no power, at least in the public eye, it's unknown if any have power in the background, only rumors and claims.

Now due to this, resistant groups have come and gone, infamously is the revenge group where Males are the ones with big beautiful frill, but then there is a third group that call themselves the ‘equalist’ however most call them interchangeable.

Now normally you would assume the last group is the best one, and that is a yes and no, because they are very harsh and aggressive towards the other two groups.

Obviously a sexist species controlling the information and trading center of the multiworlds, dont sit well with the rest of the multiworlds and their rights laws, so they have been surporting the third group for a while and now Ket is split between these three groups, who all claim to be true Trixtops, who are all fighting each other and causin genocide once in a while and other atrocities.

The three groups are called Females dominant Trixtops, Male dominant Trixtops and the Interchangeable Trixtopps.

Then there are also many smaller factions, but they arent recognized or much supported.

This Trixtops is a female, with a frill that has horns sticking out the sides, the middle of the frill has a red streak with black and yellow moving out like a ribcage, with a nice white background, at the end of the yellow and black lines are blue flame patterns that contrast well to her bright green eyes.

“Hi, I am Barbuska, stone elemental, your damages where quite extensive, but the major wounds are patched up using your elemental code, I can't fix your wing however, due to its not being in our expertise, they are beside you on this counter, thank Aza for it”.

Zhal nods “thank you, about the pay, do you want me to text you or talk verbally because Aza and my landlord Elina has already heard it”.

Barbuska says in text, then she clicked her bottom incisors “Dahr, come here” she shouted.

A machine came through the side door, oh yeah the room I am in, it has a bed, some tables, shelves and equipment, with a door on front and side.

Back to the machine that suddenly opened and a male Trixtops came out of it, don't wanna know how they reproduce with the size difference. The male is 40 cm tall, gray, with mechanical limbs.

Elina says “is it okay to show this little guy?” she says with a hint of worry.

Barbuska inhales “My reputation among my kin is already sour, this guy has his uses, we know the risks”.

The male Trixtops speaks “hello, glad that our patient seems to be doing fine and that my work did well, as Barbuska said, we can't fix your wing, your friend Aza knows where to fix it”.

Zhal clicks her beak in realization “Is it alright if I ask you two some questions at a later time, I am someone who is interested in unique beings and their cultures, I have been quite distracted with moving in and adapting to this new world and somewhat forgotten my purpose, is that fine? We can trade stories”, she finished, Elina and Aza looks at the Trixtops pair.

The Trixtops look at each other and then back “Why not”.

Zhal moves out of the bed and attaches her wings, ‘the feeling never gets old’.

Aza makes a small screech “Shit the equipment we purchased, we need to go and get them” Elina looks at them and speaks.

“Girls, need to go, I will update you two on the angel bastard, good luck on the items” Elina walks out the door.

Zhal nods, they say their thanks to the pair and walk out of the building that was appropriately called “Barbuskas medical home”.

While walking, Aza says “I forgot to ask, but what is your full name?” Zhal looks at her “its Zhalatriahash,sclhulingurdor,almendidiorh”, Aza looks confused.

“Is that right, how do you spell it?” Zhal spells her name and Aza looks even more confused.

“I know everyone has their own spelling, but yours is very odd, obviously you're named after our folkheros the Huntress, Avenger and Tracker, but never in my life have I heard them spelled like that”.

Zhal starts getting confused, she never really cared about the tales of the folk heroes and their spellings, she just assumed their achievements were embellished to promote and inspire us to kill Catchers for a living, the only reason she even remembers is due to the million times they've been told.

“Well everyone and their great grandkids is named after our thousands of folk heroes but can’t have same names due to our government strict no same name policy, they have a bank for all Griffins that have ever been named in recorded history, that parents can write to see if the name has been used.”

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Aza nods, “yes, yes, but how did your parents even come to that spelling”.

Zhal a bit annoyed now “idk, Griffins and our crazy tendencies to study our long dead ancestors-” Zhal realized something, something that Doroatus said, questions started to boil, she didn't care much about her past or names history, she just want to know the weird elder himself, his words is leaving hear in headache of wanting answers, well she first needs to get her equipment and fix her wing, then she can search for that man.

The girls come back to the shop, they messaged Eurenius while walking towards the place and he stands behind the counter with three items.

Eurenius grins “Glad that you two finally came, here are the items”.

The gun was a short concentrated muzzle with handles, then an item that looked like knuckle-thingy, but it was the shield that could use the element in the environment to create a shield.

Then a lightweight but good body-west, that covered everything but was still light and could handle a few attacks.

Zhal takes the items and says thanks, they go towards a repair shop.

The repair shop called “humble repairs and fixes” is small and is apparently run by one being, a non-elemental.

They go in see a machine behind the counter, a exo suit-vest, due to the high concentration of Element on Ket, non-elementals will turn into Elementals if they live in the bare open enough, the price for extreme abilities is the inability to be gentle to none elemental or eletal things.

This non-elemental is a native of Anleon, and one of the three intelligent non-elemental species that rose millions of years ago and caused a long world war with the other too and Elementals where just as involved.

Six limbs, hard skin with plates, walks on four, long flat head, four eyes, they are very varied.

The being behind the machine named Exo says his greeting, Zhal gives him her wings and he says it will take a few hours, the payment can come when he is done, they do the standard and leave.

Now wondering how to find the old man, she checks the map he gave and noticed something, another set of cords and a time, the man must have been hoping I would see it.

Zhal wishes to go on her own and after convincing Aza she will be fine and she will message if anything goes wrong.

She wants to know about this weird man, she goes underground, only a bit deep this time, goes some zig zags and into an unassuming place.

She goes in, she sees a mic beside the door, she pressed it and speaks.

“Doroatus it's me, Zhal”.

The door moves away and she goe in, and there stands the man, his smile as toothy as ever, sitting on a counter.

A chair comes out of the floor and she sits on it, she puts her gun and shield on the side.

The man says “Hello young one, we meet again, glad you saw my sec cords and that it seems you got some items”.

She nods “Skarabian, who are you?”

The being started to laugh, hard, like holy god “finally, someone starts to ask questions, everyone else afraid of their viewpoint of their dear ancestors, I guess you don't want to know my species, but instead me”.

Zhal clicks her beak “Yes, you said it's a hobby of yours to watch the next generation, I wanna know how long, but first your age”.

Doroatus snickers in delight “Is it not rude to ask your elders their age? Well, I can't remember my exact age, but am quite sure to be around 41 million years old”.

Zhal freeze, she knows that there are older, way older beings alive today, but still it shocks her, especially due to his appearance.

“Do you know one of the oldest folk heroes, Zhalatriahash the Huntress”. He says, eyes focused on Zhal's expression, as she realized something.

“Wait, that's her true name, the right spelling?”

He nods “I saw her be named, slaying catchers and heard of her death, her parents, grandparents, I came to Mekanik when I was young, when I decided to follow my dream of watching a world grow, I don't remember the first inhabitants on the first continental elementals in the gas world, but I do know those a few generations after”.

Zhal beak is opened, all eyes focused in his man, how the fuck.

“I saw the first Catchers and the first Proto-griffins hunt them.

I befriended each generation, but no one knew the extent, they just knew I was a weird but kind family-friend. I gave them hints, but those that somewhat realized didn't want to know, when the governments started to care about names and after finding me a few million years ago and realized what I could know, they asked, begged me to tell them of what I knew, what their heros did.”

Zhal sat quietly, not wanting to interrupt the speech he clearly had been waiting for.

“You might wonder why they didn't capture me, extract my information and cast me aside, or keep me imprisoned?” A few secounds of silence pass, “That simple, they couldn't risk it, what if that increased my chance of lying? What if I decided to die with the knowledge that I have, but what they could do was nag, nag nag nag, they cant threaten my family, or anyone close to me, because I don't have a family and I am close to everyone, I agreed to write a book every few years of what I knew, if they left me to my devices, they know I wont leave and never return.”

Doroatus continued “When your parents came together, they studied their family, searched the records and did everything to find out every known ancestor, just so they can name their children, it's a tradition, but they spent harder than most, finding the correct spellings, catalog, without my help, they didn't know what I knew, but indirectly I did help them, a lot of their knowledge came from the books I talked about, after some time, they told me they found many heros, and chose those three you have in you and the spelling that I and others wrote”.

Zhal is shocked, a bit anticlimactic, that she got the answers so soon, she had one question that burned.

“Why do you look so modern, if you're that old, shouldn't you not be?”

Doroatus smiled,”I changed with them, not only in appearance, but also in DNA, while it is unique for a Skrabian, it not to different from those living today, in a sense, I am and not am a Skarabian, would be to obvious, any other questions?” he asked.

“no, I need a bit to absorb, thank you for your honest answers, are you not afraid that I will spill this knowledge”.

Doroatus in a blink of an eye, vanished “I have my ways and the big guys wont let me belong to anyone else ''. He says as he appeared right beside her, his face and teeth inches from her eyes.

Zhal moves back, “hehehehah” he laughs.

“how did you sleep with a heat elemental?” she ask in a mocking tone.

He frowns in a way that makes it obvious he is acting “says the asexual”. They both laugh, Zhal starts to prepare to go when Doroatus says one last thing.

“Look after your friend and kin Aza”.

Zhal nods and walks outside, a lot of things to think about and then she sees a text from Exo, saying he is almost done.

She walks, thinking of her parents and the amulet around her neck.