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The Damnthing

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The Damnthing

The Damnthing lives (IMTU) in the vast seas of Nikolas (B789688-11) and is a large ambush predator, often approaching lengths of 7 meters. The animal is a solitary coastal fish that cruises under the rocky coastal shelving waiting for prey above it to be silhouetted against the light of the surface. Then it darts out of its lair and up at the prey item. To kill it slashes at the underside of the prey with a whip that has razor sharp crests of bone running along the last 20cm of the 4meter tail. The damnthing then waits till the prey weakens or dies before moving in to eat it. Damnthings have dislocating jaws and large sharp, rasping teeth on a prehensile tongue. This is used to quickly gouge out massive chunks of meat out of the prey as fast as possible before other predators (incl. damnthings) come to contest the food supply or territory. A damnthing will defend itself with either the tail or tongue depending on the range to the threat. But when hunting it will only strike with the whip.

Damnthings are highly territorial in the coral forests of the rocky coast of Nikolas’ equatorial zone, and one will control an area of several square kilometers of coastline. A damnthing will live its entire life in the same territory, only venturing out to make quick frantic dashes in search of a mate, or prey if poaching along the edge of another’s territory. They are hermaphroditic and bear live young. The young are capable of fleeing for their lives from the hungry parent within seconds of being born. Typically a damnthing will have up to 10 young at once, once a year. After mating the sperm can be stored and provide fertilization of 3 -4 batches of ova.

Damnthings are slender and eel-like in shape and contour, flaring to a flat broad head that looks snake-like. The head has 2 sets of paired eyes; one set is highly developed and situated on either side of the head. These distinguish color, shape, depth perception, and all the usual things eyes do. They are small for an animal this size, and fairly short range – the animal can only really see clearly out to approx. 10 meters even in the crystal clear shallow waters they live in. The other set are directly on top of the head and are simple eyes capable only of light and shadow detection. These are the ones which spot the prey on the surface as the animal sticks its head out of its hole.

The hide is iridescent blues and greens, with a bright splash of florescence around the gills and along the jawline. The three pairs of fins set bilaterally along the body are orange to bright red. Damnthings can mate about once every 3-4 months. When ready to mate the damnthings display a spectacular flourescence and color pattern that runs all along its body. Biologist believe this helps the animal find the scarce mates along the coasts, and by displaying its readiness to mate avoids an attack by another damnthing protecting its territory. It is popular among the tourists to take out glass-bottomed boats as the sun sets to watch one damnthing after another during mating displays.

Sport fishing of the damnthing is done by divers using themselves as “lures” to tempt the animal out of its hole and then spear it with HE tipped bolts. The divers equip their suits with various color bands, vibrators, frills, and reflective bits to attract the interest of the near-sighted animal. The suits are named after the lure style, i.e., “Wurgling Bugle Worm”, or “Humming Nimble Tosser”, and while novices wear armor to protect themselves, professionals often do not – instead relying on experience and relfexes to know when the fish will attack with tail whip or rasp.

Statistics:

Type Weight Hits Armor Wounds & Weapons
Pouncer 700kg 35/15 cloth 18/10 Thrasher / Teeth+2 Speed 2
 
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I thought it was going to be the Zarathustran Damnthing from the "Little Fuzzy" series of books.
Nasty critter in any case.
 
The grendels were crocodilian things with turbo-boost metabolisms, claws, jaws, and all that.


No, Zarathustran Damnthing here, were those ever fully described? Its been eons since I read Little Fuzzy. I do have Piper's Space Vikings nibbling at the extreme edge of my TU, though... And I do have a Zarathustra...

I have the hunting world of Kimpali, so dropping the grendel and Z. Damnthing into it might be a good idea.

The inspiration for my beasties was an amalgam of assorted critters from our world, my biology background, and a Farside Cartoon where 2 old ladies are watching two freakish little beasts chasing eachother across the street. One lady says to the other: "Its just one damnthing after another." I think I buried that somewhere in the description.

Glad you all like them, though. Any suggestions?
 
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Ditto, Colin.

Has anyone written up a Traveller version of "Fuzzy Fuzzy Zarathustra" (AKA "Holloway's Fuzzy", aka "Fuzzy Sapiens")?
 
OMG I haven't known anyone else who has ever read the Fuzzy books...

I like this place,,,

On topic though nice beasty you have there. I hope you don't mind me stealing it for something to eat a few players with in a future game.
 
Fuzzy books as in Piper's Little Fuzzy, and Fuzzy Sapiens?

Good ones.

Vanyon, you'll find there are lots of Old-Sci-Fi nerds here. I found Fuzzy Sapiens at gutenberg.org

Little Fuzzy wasn't....

And the Damnthing sounds like fun...
 
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I must confess to being a closet Fuzzy-fan.

I have Little Fuzzy, Fuzzy Sapiens, Fuzzies and Other People, and the two "fuzzie" novel by others... Golden Dream by Ardath Mayhar and Fuzzy Bones by William Tuning.



I also have everything else by H. Beam Piper I have been able to find.



I first read Little Fuzzy (actually my mother read it to me) when I was 6-7. Along with much Andre Norton, etc... my mother warped me something fierce... read Asimov's Foundation trilogy to me too.
 
Correction made.

The two are fairly interchangeable to my mind. Good stuff, but very dated tech paradigms.
 
Mmmmm, as I recall, there is a description of a damnthing in Space Vikings, I do believe it was the hull art on one of the vessels.
 
Mmmmm, as I recall, there is a description of a damnthing in Space Vikings, I do believe it was the hull art on one of the vessels.

The best description is in Little Fuzzy; all Space Viking said was that it was a beast with three horns. LF adds that it's a half ton beastie, has fungoid-looking ears, and the horns are located on the forehead (one) and lower jaw (one each side). The Extract from Little Fuzzy below is the best mention of H.Beam piper's damnthing :)

From 'Little Fuzzy' by H. Beam Piper said:
There was a large and unpleasant carnivore, called a damnthing—another example of zoological nomenclature on uninhabited planets—which had a single horn on its forehead and one on either side of the lower jaw. It was something for Fuzzies, and even for human-type people, to get excited about. He laid down the paring knife and the yummiyam he had been peeling, wiped his hands and went into the living room, taking a quick nose count and satisfying himself that none of the family were missing as he crossed to the gunrack.

This time, instead of the 6-mm he had used on the harpy, he lifted down a big 12.7 double express, making sure that it was loaded and pocketing a few spare rounds. Little Fuzzy followed him outside, pointing around the living hut to the left. The rest of the family stayed indoors.

Stepping out about twenty feet, he started around counter-clockwise. There was no damnthing on the north side, and he was about to go around to the east side when Little Fuzzy came dashing past him, pointing to the rear. He whirled, to see the damnthing charging him from behind, head down, and middle horn lowered. He should have thought of that; damnthings would double and hunt their hunters.

He lined the sights instinctively and squeezed. The big rifle roared and banged his shoulder, and the bullet caught the damnthing and hurled all half-ton of it backward. The second shot caught it just below one of the fungoid-looking ears, and the beast gave a spasmodic all-over twitch and was still. He reloaded mechanically, but there was no need for a third shot. The damnthing was as dead as he would have been except for Little Fuzzy’s warning.

I too thoroughly enjoy HBP's work; I'm also very sorry he died before his time: I'm sure he had much, much, much, more material left in him. Sadly, we'll never know, now.
 
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