#***** The following contains copyrighted material from "A memoir of my travels throughout the galaxy" written by Lord Wayne and published by the Emure publishing company of London ****#
"...The creatures of Szczcn are a thoroughly unimpressive lot, not worthy of a lengthy entry into this esteemed document so I will keep this section brief.
Quite simply, the Szczcn are a bunch of unintelligent reptiles that take pleasure in mortal combat using blunt instruments. Hailing from the rocky planet of Zrn, these walking alligators were nothing more than cave-dwelling creatures until they were subdued by the mediocre cunning of the Krell Syndicate.
By all accounts, subduing these animals was nothing more than child's play. The Krell Viceroy Senterus Vitulius who landed there sometime in the mid-fourth millennium simply offered one of them a club made of steel and the rest clamoured to serve him so that they too would be gifted a steel club to better bash in the skulls of their foes.
In this current day, they serve as enforcers and shock troops for the Krell syndicate. They obey orders without question even if that means committing genocide. Their role in the atrocities at Triskelion is unclear but a deeper investigation needs to be conducted even though the hopes of that are next to none. No one who survived the prolonged and infamous Battle of Triskelion was sane enough to give a rational account of the events that transpired. At least, not anyone you wanted to talk to. Only madmen and traumatized children came out of that battle which occurred during the second Akkadian war.
If I were to offer just one kind word about them, it would be that they are incredibly loyal and possess a unique genetic makeup that makes them resilient to the harshest environments and disasters. They have been known to survive for hours in the vacuum of space, swim in the lava of volcanoes and are unharmed by slugs from a thousand-kilowatt blaster. They are the cockroaches of the universe and I don't say that with derision. A wise man once said that when man destroys the world, only cockroaches will remain.
Obviously, these claims should be taken with a grain of salt. No evidence exists of these incredible feats but one must nevertheless be careful when facing one of these bi-pedal disasters. They might be brutish and dim but in a tight corner, they are more than capable of ending the lives of a squadron of humans in hand to hand combat and might even eat them.
You read that right. The Szczcn-ians have been known to bite off pieces of flesh from their defeated foes. This is a barbaric tradition that is banned by inter-galactic decree but never put anything beyond those damned Krell.
Their language has no punctuation or even vowels. It sounds like a bunch of grunts and guttural sounds, the likes of which one makes when doing manual labour or performing intercourse... "