When spacefaring adventurers think of "A Fish Outta Water", the Gillian race is one of the first to come to mind. Their small pelvic fins allow limited locomotion on land. It isn't the best form of transportation however, as Gillians are absurdly slow on land and tire easily from such a task. Rather fittingly, Gillians are at home in the water, being one of the fastest races capable of swimming.

Secluded from the outside world due to life mainly underwater, Gillian tech is rather primitive in terms of advancements. Their armor consists of gilded coral, with a highly pressured air bubble attached as a helmet for traveling on land. A Gillian prefers to lure targets underwater where it normally has the advantage. It then proceeds to blast the target with a high voltage shock from its trident-like weapon.

Under normal circumstances, Gillians are cowardly during first encounters with the unknown, warming up after further inspection. When offered kindness (e.g. Food, trinkets, etc), they're quick to ally themselves with alien forces.

The heavy-hitter of the Gillian species, if a Sharkillian calls you chum, it could mean one of two things; a) You're a pal. b) You're lunch. For your sake, I hope you're of the former.

The physique of a Sharkillian is more robust than that of the average Gillian. Their strength is well-known throughout Gillian society and is the main militant force in their race's army. Aside from the usual stun-based weaponry, Sharkillians have no problems going unarmed into combat. Well equipped with a natural set of serrated teeth and muscle strength, Sharkillians strike fear into even prepared forces. Records show that a Sharkillian's bite force is strong enough to thrash steel bars, possibly even denser material. Their brutish attacks are like that of an Earth shark's feeding frenzy. Simply said, crazed, brutal violence.

A Sharkillian's proficiency on the battlefield is only matched evenly by their appetites. In fact, the three square meals a day are a much celebrated past time for these voracious fish. Nothing like fresh meat with a side of Pebejelly dip to get a Sharkillian going. The kind of meat, doesn't matter much. Sharkillians aren't picky (barring their kin's meat. That's just wrong, man.). Some Sharkillians even dine on the go, ripping limbs off the enemy forces piece by piece. So long as the food's good, these sharkmen will keep on thrashing enemy ranks for the Gillian cause.

The tropical climate of Tethys is bountiful with fruity delicacies. The warm weather year round guarantees steady plant growth, enabling the flora to fully take in the sunlight. Beneath the waves, traditional Gillian crops are grown on the seafloor. These crops are both harvested and used to feed friendly farm mounts (Slaugeists). Docile Pebejellies also feed on these crops for sustenance, which in turn are also harvested for their gelatinous innards which all Gillians love with a slice of bread. All and all, a relaxing farming cycle.

Coconuts, mangoes, and many more succulent fruits are grown on the island chains strewn out through the Gillian's home planet. Down below, sea cucumber, lettuce, and kelp are harvested for many exotic dishes. The Hyotl culture in particular have recently started trade with the Gillian race for their delectable sea vegetation.

Weapon NO.: 3

Type: Gun

Speed: Normal

"Bubbles! Everyone likes bubbles! Except when they get in your eyes! Didn't see that coming, didja?"

Weapon NO.: 4

Type: Gun

Speed: Fast

"We...aren't even sure the Gillian race made this weapon. Apex donation maybe? Doesn't matter I guess. This weapon literally brings the meaning to 'lightning warfare'."

Weapon NO.: 5

Type: Spear

Speed: Slow

"A trademark weapon of the Gillian army. The tips aren't only pointy; they're electrified!"