They have a long history of being invaded by other alien species, but have pulled through by becoming incredibly resilient, pragmatic, and rather brutal survivalists. Their society has grown to put a high priority on remaining unseen from above, and the relatively frequent apocalyptic events have caused a great deal of biodiversity among the Grawla.

The human colony on their world didn't even know they existed until already established, as their overhead scans would find nothing, and their more direct observation drones taking the abundant bombed-out ruins as evidence that all sentient life was extinct. The Grawla are patient, and would observe the humans as they built the colony, letting them come down to where the Grawla could get at 'em. Suddenly the humans found their townships constantly robbed or sacked at night through unexpected attacks originating from inaccessible swamps, jungles and hidden underground bunkers.

The humans would find themselves pushed back to a single colony, and would end up striking an unease peace between themselves and the nearest Grawla clan. All attempts to exterminate the Grawla using advanced technology have failed, but the human use of diplomacy was rather unexpected.

The Grawla are in possession of a great many half-understood alien vehicles and weapon-artifacts. Human technology is also rapidly being stolen and adapted to Grawla uses, with the one saving grace being that the many savage and paranoid clans are so disorganized that a proper revolt is highly unlikely.

Grawla are particularly tough and rotund creatures with big mouths, over sized teeth and log drooping ears. They can range in skin tone from dark ashen green to a muddy bright yellow. Most have wide-build bodies and are either very muscular or a bit fat, unless malnourished. Strangely, they are often either very short (3-4“ ft) or very tall (6-7ft), without much middle ground. They are generally covered in scars, tattoos, piercings. This is either to make them look 'hard', or for ritualistic purposes.

Due to the somewhat high frequency of extinction level events that the planet has experienced, groups of Grawla have become isolated from each other for extended periods leading to a large amount of biodiversity between the Grawla. Thus far the Humans of planet Hawking of Categorized four major sub types of Grawla.

Cave Grawla

• Shorter, but with more strength
• Pale white and light grey skins
• More muscle
• Rarer
• Solitary
• Weak Echolocation

Swamp Grawla

• Swamp Grawla (Most populous)
• Long limbs (Maneuver through swamps, staying above the waterline)
• Dirty and plain physiology
• Leathery, tough skin, brown or dull green
• Sensitive and strong legs (For detecting predators and catching prey)
• Webbed feet (Swimming and stuff)

Ocean Grawla

• Tails (Mobility)
• Whisker (Sensory organs)
• Webbed hands and feet
• Higher capacity lungs
• Blues and greys, greenish in high biomass areas

Savana Grawla

• Much bigger (Needs to be faster to compete with big game)
• Darker brown or khaki skin (No sunburn plz)
• Muscular and less body fat (Better cooling, needs to burrow and climb)
• Nomadic Tribal (Not unintelligent, but prefer to remain mercenaries)

The Grawla are extraordinarily diverse. Many are extremely unruly, bad-mouthed, and uneducated, but just as many exhibit cunning, self-sufficiency, and intelligence. A Grawla can be expected to survive on their own in the wilderness, and to know the importance of hiding from eyes overhead and avoiding drawing attention to themselves. Their ragged clothes, weapons and equipment are almost always completely bodged together, salvaged or stolen. Animal skins, makeshift scale mail tunics, or bands of bone jewelry are common with those less fortunate. Depending on the region, clan and individual status, firepower can range from bows and arrows to exotic-tech plasma guns. Many will simply arm themselves with hunting knives, homemade hand cannons, bottle firebombs, knuckledusters, or simple wooden bats wrapped in barbed wire. Chemical and gas weapons are fair game, as they'll do anything to win. They also share a common fear of outsiders and it is common for Grawla to group up when presented with an outside threat...

... and a group of Grawla can be very dangerous.

Every alien invader of their homeworld has eventually met their demise through underestimating just how clever these creatures can be.

The Grawla Clans are very diverse groups, often adopting whatever specific forms of government, organization, and techniques are needed to adapt to their environment. Though there is a general unease between Clans of all sizes, they are quite to unite against outsiders.

• Black Triangle Clan (Modon Klynt]
• Boomer Clan (Rudrin Promar)
• Verne Clan (Flying Mountain Clain)
• Godslayer Clan (Narco-Grawl Wastelanders)
• Hill Clan (Drochomin Zongi)
• Island Nomads (Tsongisgus Bromadi Clan)
• Money Bloodhouds (Yulo Zula, Ex-Stygya Clan)
• Squishy Clan (Ktronza Clan)
• Waho Din Clan (Tank Hunter Monks)
• Zoomers (Azong Rondr Clan)

Formerly a squad of mercenaries that gained the possession of a mysterious alien space craft. The group rose mostly because the leader Boss Yilga used the craft's teleporter technology, combined with their own hill grawl mining experience, to extract ore and trade the resources to others. They also allied with both the human magnetic assembly and the Zoomers, expanding their influence to other planets in a way few other clans can claim.

Of course, this also makes them an object of great ire amongst more conservative clans, restricting their recruits mostly to relic hunters, social outcasts and criminals. They take pay from humans to provide security details and scouting expertise, and even prominently took part in off-planet negotiations.

It is there intention to create extra-planetary legions of power armoured soldiers and make the Grawl a nation that can stand up for itself, as equals amoungst other space faring nations... But the clan is still incredibly small and fledgling, with limited land holdings and actual science-doers. Advanced and influential, but having remained stable for little more than three years, they are very much the test case to see if Human-Grawl relations can last.

Regiment Size; Tiny (About 1,200 members including support staff.)
Demeanour; Pragmatic Mercenaries
Standard Infantry Equipment; Mixed human and grawl firearms, Zoomer power armour.
Standard Vehicles; Light trucks and tanks only- It needs to fit on spacecraft.
Leadership/Organisation; Competent, but perhaps overly ambitious.

The Boomer clan is a large, short-sighted, anti-human clan that exists large in the mountain ranges to the east of the city of New Cambridge. They are the largest Nuclear-weapon producing clan on the planet, and have largely been coasting off the accomplishments of their ancestors who defeated an alien invasion long ago.

These days they are known for a xenophobic attitude and are duplicitous even the Grawla neighbours, exerting their will through stolen human small arms. They had a lot of recovered Hrufan Clan armoured crawlers at one point, but these were destroyed almost wholesale by an organised campaign of Echoni attacks.

Regiment Size; Medium (About 60,000 members.)
Demeanour; Untrustworthy Mercenaries/Raiders
Standard Infantry Equipment; Human Rifles, local axes and maces. Primitive Fur or metal plate armour.
Standard Vehicles; Local trucks and ridden animals only.
Leadership/Organisation; Poor.

Occupying the mountain fortresses east of New Cambridge, they are close enough to the Human settlement to benefit from it, but no so close as to have it make up a significant portion of their trade. This leaves the clan relatively neutral in the Grawla question of how to deal with the Humans.

The clan received its name for developing the nuclear powered space cannons once used for destroying ships in space. The weapons involved digging deep holes and staging truly massive nuclear weapons at the base. The resultant blast could fling the tops of mountains into orbit... thus their name.

It later turned out that they were also experimenting with lost exophage technology in the form of the giant 'Iconman' robots- A trump card that let them rally the anti-space exploration Grawla clans to their side on masse, winning their right as the current 'head' Grawla clan.

Regiment Size; Massive (About 1,600,000 members.)
Demeanour; Cautious, technology hoarding, secretive.
Standard Infantry Equipment; The full spectrum of Grawla power armour, xeno-tech energy weapons and lost-tech. Even the standard Grawl can expect to have environmental protection gear and a high quality assault rifle.
Standard Vehicles; Iconmen, long range missile tanks, support vehicles, the works- The only thing they really lack is the APCs to carry all of their men, since they live in dense mountains anyway.
Leadership/Organisation; Good, if overly paranoid and slow to commit.

This clan inhabits the area around the Grawla Crater. They produce a large amount of medicine and other drugs using the special growing properties of the Crater.

They got their name from their ancestors slaying a giant Grawla-eating beast. The legend of this feat has been exaggerated and retold over the years, and some of the more fanciful stories include the ancestors literally slaying a miles tall creature with a sword. In reality it is generally agreed that the beast was slain by having the Grawla in the area wear extremely poisonous clothing which killed the creature. The creature's internal ecology then dissolving into the soil and giving the crater its special properties.

Regiment Size; Small (Less than 5000 members.)
Demeanour; More jovial and friendly than you'd think. It's actually rather off-putting.
Standard Infantry Equipment; A strange combination of fur trapper gear and environmental equipment. Tend to have bolt-action rifles or crossbows, using bolts laced with natural toxins.
Standard Vehicles; Almost none. They move about by riding beast, if not simply walking.
Leadership/Organisation; None. Godslayers seem to organize themselves by what seems like a 'good hunt', and form temporary pacts only.

Homeland of the once-great Hrufan clan, the Hill Grawla have long since fallen from grace after a protracted war left most of their adult population decimated. The resulting brain drain and destruction of industry was not great for their future prospects, making them little more than mining barons of expansive underground forts in modern times.

They tend to be a bit more bitter and capitalism focused than other societies on Azong Fura / Hawking, but it can at least be said that their short, stocky frames are rather tough.

Regiment Size; Medium (About 900,000 members.)
Demeanour; Rather unprofessional and thuggish.
Standard Infantry Equipment; An odd combination of semi-modern firearms and medieval armour. Many carry both a bolt action rifle and a heavyweight axe or sword.
Standard Vehicles; Reasonably well equipped with tanks other tracked crawlers, albeit outdated ones.
Leadership/Organisation; Competent, but rather short-sighted and tyrannical.

Known for being extremely savage seafarers in the past, they were at some point chased to near extermination by the Hrufan Clan, before that clan itself was destroyed by Clan Stygra.

They remain rather proud of their uncivilized nature in modern times, continuing to use only very primitive technology and enjoying a nomadic, forest-dwelling lifestyle. New members are often given a choice to join them or become slaves- Though becoming a member involves bloodsport and multiple other hardships.

This makes them supreme close combat, hunting, swimming and camouflage experts, living in an environment where only the strongest survive. Some say that times are changing, however, as renewed contact with the outside world means that many are liable to become mercenaries or xenotech treasure hunters.

Regiment Size; Small (About 8000 members.)
Demeanour; Stoic, independent, hardy.
Standard Infantry Equipment; Very little other than stolen bolt-action weapons and knives/spears, in a lot of cases. Many of them wear a mix of combat fatigues and native furs.
Standard Vehicles; Nothing appart from the occasional riding beast.
Leadership/Organisation; Whilst the average trooper tends to keep to themselves, those who rise to the top are often bloodthirsty and unstable, due to the cruel nature of their society.

For nearly fifty years, Guyo Stygra was the most powerful warlord of the Hill Grawla clans, using immense technical knowledge and resource management skills to outclass any and all rivals.

Rising from a small peak on the north eastern continent, Clan Stygra grew to encompass hundreds of small networked colonies. Even more lesser clans were effectively owned by the increasingly greedy and unpopular tyrant, who began to demand extortionate protection fees.
His vast armies of 'Yudo Zula', tentatively translated as Money Bloodhounds, became infamous for employing lethal ends to avenge even minor unpaid debts. With an eye for technological superiority and the resources to match it, the ranks were soon bristling with all sorts of tanks, power armour and aircraft, effectively the single largest, most advanced and organised Grawla army in known memory.

In 2311 GSC, however, the rapid expansion came to a halt when the ruler was suddenly and mysteriously poisoned to death. Clan Stygra disintegrated into splinter factions overnight, with some jumping at the chance to revolt, and others swearing by the dead Warlord's methods with near religious reverence. After all, wasn't living with the bare minimum, and uniting under one flag against all outsiders, supposed to be the Grawla way?…

Still scorned as thugs and murderers, despite the fact that they were often conscripted in the first place, many of the Yudo Zula became outcasts and wandering mercenaries in the aftermath of the collapse. They took their equipment with them; Much of the market of mass-produced weaponry available to a Grawla was spread by such dissidents, later copied and modified by local populations into some form of bizarre dysfunctional unity.

Guyo Stygra remains a controversial figure to this day. Bringing up his name is a highly effective method of starting a bar fight almost anywhere on Hawking.

Regiment Size; Medium (About 70,000 members overall), but split into smaller groups (4000ish each).
Demeanour; Mercurial. Some long for the old days, whilst others are simply stuck making a living the only way they know how.
Standard Infantry Equipment; Relatively modern flak jackets, assault rifles, and actually coordinated fatigues- Probably the closest thing the Grawla have to looking like a 'standard' army.
Standard Vehicles; Well equipped with thousands of peat-driven vehicles, tanks and aircraft. They are outclassed by outsider technology, but efficient enough and well loved by their crews.
Leadership/Organisation; Fracticious. There is a lot of infighting due to old grudges, and most regiments are kept together purely because the rest of the world holds a grudge against them.

The Squishy clan is a trading group that has banded together for the security and operation of Port Squishy. The clan is relatively small, and uses a number of alliances with local warlords to keep from getting absorbed into larger groups.

By defending the waterways, they somehow stumbled into becoming the premere navy of set of inland lakes.

Regiment Size; Small (Less than 3000 members.).
Demeanour; Bewildered. They have no idea what they are doing, but aren't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Standard Infantry Equipment; Almost nothing. Pistols at best, bolas or bows and arrows at worst. Some have surplus Hrufan military fatigues, but others are known for walking around completely naked.
Standard Vehicles; Disproportionately well equipped, with lots of motorboats and gunfloaters. Rumour has it they have some battleships and small submarines, though those might be rumours.
Leadership/Organisation; Community driven. They tend to vote on things in a democratic fashion, though individuals are free to act as mercenaries for outsiders.

The Waho Din are an ancient order of Grawla Warrior-Monks who spend their lives honing their tank hunting skills. They sell their services to other clans, and see the preservation and distribution of large creature / tank hunting methods as their reason for being.

See; Waho Din Monks

Regiment Size; Very small (Unknown, but likely less than 1000 members).
Demeanour; Secretive, seemingly rather impulsive.
Standard Infantry Equipment; Expertly manufactured tank hunting explosives, rifles, and lunge mines. They tend not to wear uniforms, blending in with other Grawla.
Standard Vehicles; None. They are vagabonds that navigate the world independently.
Leadership/Organisation; Unclear. Their order seems more obsessed with big singular kills, rather than strategic victories.

A relatively small clan of like minded Grawla who do not share the rest of the Grawla's aversion to space. They are united by the desire to travel the stars but found themselves trapped on Planet Hawking. They spent many years building a number of nuclear-weapon-powered spaceships, only to have the other clans were able to block delivery of the bombs needed to launch the ships.

This stalemate was finally broken in 2320 when a mercenary group known as the Triangle Boys decided to help them using their own pilfered alien ship, allowing a three-way partnership with the humans. Their fleet of ships was able to launch from the frozen southernmost continent from their launch site just south of Coldholm, a fishing city near the coast.

Despite their progress, conflict with Daqin insurgents greatly reduced their original numbers. The majority of other Grawla still fear other beings from space, and used this incident as evidence for backing the Mountain Clan in strictly regulating further space flight.

Regiment Size; Small (No more than 3000 members currently).
Demeanour; Optimistic, determined, if rather unprofessional.
Standard Infantry Equipment; Power armour, advanced railgun sidearms, some xenotech. They are hoping to claim more from other planets.
Standard Vehicles; A reasonable amount of spacecraft and crawlers are still at their disposal, though primitive by human standards.
Leadership/Organisation; Lopsided. Half of them are super idealistic, whilst half are motivated financially. The more experienced squads kind of just run themselves.