THE CAPTAIN

Captain Lomtrophix Fin­tarkon Spon­du­line Lorrmin is a seasoned skipper and the com­man­der of the Quar’Lo­maq. S/he got drawn into helming inter­stel­lar foodie cruises as a quiet change of pace from more rigorous missions of explo­ration. S/he’s seen it all and tasted most of it. She sails the solar winds with aplomb, but she also has a tendency to get a bit wrapped up in her music during the inter­stel­lar parts of the trip, so it’s not impos­si­ble that s/he missed some warning lights. (S/he’s working on a space shanty about Earth.)

More about Sponduline

THE SCIENTIST

Mission Sci­en­tist Lom­skar­nelia Neu­pla­siork MuoL­L­Lo­max JimMaria (S/he changed her first name to JimMaria here on Earth. S/he’s gone a bit native, but the Lom have a dif­fer­ent concept of gender, so s/he doubled up.) As much as his training in exo-anthro­pol­o­gy tells him to keep a critical distance from the civ­i­liza­tions s/he encoun­ters, JimMaria is the true and pas­sion­ate tourist of the group. Forget being a dis­pas­sion­ate observer. If the natives are dancing, you’d be a fool to stand off to the side. And JimMaria has taken a par­tic­u­lar shine to humans. Crazy little flesh­bags with their bicam­er­al hearts giving them such unusual music and such inter­est­ing cap­il­lar­ies! S/he’s also working on her human curses, but it’s flarking dif­fi­cult, dangrabbits!

THE TASTER

Chief Taste Recorder Lom­garlen Fler­tumpov Mil­tonark Hmph is perhaps the lomliest of all Lom. S/he lives for new sensory expe­ri­ences. S/he can’t get enough! Novelty trumps all! There isn’t a food s/he won’t try, a sound s/he won’t sample, nor a frozen flagpole s/he won’t engulf. S/he’s a bit less cir­cum­spect than the others. For this, s/he bears the scars of many missions hunting down the most inter­est­ing and scrump­tious radi­a­tion sig­na­tures in the cosmos. That is to say, s/he bears no scars what­so­ev­er. The Lom have skin composed of fer­ro­mag­net­ic liquid. You can’t cut liquid, and liquid cuts don’t scar. But make no mistake, Hmph has been through a lot. Solar erup­tions, the passive-aggres­sive water­falls of Rigel VII, the trans­di­men­sion­al stomachs of a Thalosian space cow… and yet, the only thing that ever scared s/him was Terran microwave popcorn. Explod­ing food. It just doesn’t seem right. S/he did still eat it, of course.