Okay just a quick warning this will be -long-winded but it was requested by  abramiles that I put together the species information for her since she made and awesome node character similar to Cadbury. This is information regarding the alien species Confectionary, focusing primarily on the Mark I's but it will touch on the Mark II's and III's to some degree. Also hat tip to the Bonapartians, or as the confectionaries call them :D "Blown-apart-ians"

First the physical information:

Confectionaries depending on the "Mark" (innovation) stand between 2inch to 6 inchs in height. The Mark ones being at the shorter end of the spectrum and the weakest physically but perhaps the most psionically active. The Mark II's were 6 inchs in height and surprisingly strong, they could lift 10-50 times their mass and because of their size the point of force could be very deadly. Mark III"s range between 4-6inchs in height and tho incredibley strong for their size they do not match the Mark II's. Confectionaries tend to look similar to the desert rodent "Long-eared jerboa" though some can look towards more typical mice but that is a rare occurance, all bear a large set of antenae which are connected to their psionic abilities and give them an enhanced sense of smell, as they are always on the look out for sugar saturated foods.

All confectinaries are -genderless-. They may adopt a gender identity due to interaction with other species and this will affect them in a physical way, females gaining a more pronounced chest or female-esque body shape but they never gain reproductive organs nor nipples etc. Adopting a gender can also affect the pitch of their voices. The species does not breed and though they are productive they are not traditionally reproductive. Confectionaries were developed in a lab through genetic engineering. The process was actually stream lined into their build and the Confectionaries now with a large amount of sugar, time and a quiet place to work can with minimal materials create an egg chamber and produce more of their numbers. (No bow-chica bow-wow involved). Confectionaries are -hatched- out of sugar based eggs as the species is very sugar dependent for their metabolism they are born out of what can best be described as brown nearly chocolate eggs. These eggs take one confectionary with the materials 2 hour to create and over the course of 48 hours generate a complete Confectionary. When the young hatches it has approximately 8 hours to reach maturity, and during this time it is ravenous, and due to the sudden of influx of sugar, extremely hyper. These eggs are of course single use as the sugar is expended from them. Due to the ease of their productive mechanisms relying only upon available material Confectionaries are known to form massive swarms.

During the 8 hours the young are developing they are typically bombarded with psionic information blasted to them from each node in the hive that gives them the skills they will need to function in the hive, basic orders, and the hives continued history/memory. This is how the confectionaries educate their young and pass on their Histories. Sadly the hive mind is not perfect and can only pass on the memories that it gets from it's members which can be skewed over time. One strong genetic memory only common to the Mark I's is to help Humanity anyway they can, and a strange drive to fit in through helping.

Little is known about the Mark III eggs but it is assumed that they have a similar time span. Information on Mark II eggs is unheard of as the species supposedly went extinct.

Markings play a major part in the heirarchy of Confectionaries. The common drone in a confectionary hive is either a solid colouration or has a light underbelly and muzzle opposed to it's base colour. The colours themselves seem to have some strange historical reference based on who their genetic material comes from and what skills they will be best at developing. The "Darks" a subspecies of the Mark I's are jet black or dark grey with black socks form of Confectionary that are the elite infiltrators, not only are they fanastic sneaks but they are adapt at learning other cultures and finding ways to slip into them. A group of darks has been known to spend time constructing massive (to them) automotons for the purpose of passing themselves off as humans in a city, taking jobs and becoming apart of city government. Sadly this subspecies is not the best at engineering. The more common coloursation is the browns and tans, they seem to be more engineering based and have a love for science and technology. Other bright colours exist, some based more into physological medicines, communications, and munitions. A common thread among the species is that spots signify a control 'node'. Control nodes are no matter the colouration, a type of psionic heavy Confectionary that is used to direct the hive.

The Confectionaries tend to swarm in the hundreds of thousands and are capable of moving as a single unit though utilization of these nodes. The nodes allow the hives members to communicate needs at the speed of thought, and organize immense plans, where a non node can only directly interface with one confectionary at at time, a node can interactive with up to 3000 without suffering a problem, it is rumored that a node can press beyond that number but that it causes massive physical trauma and blindness. Typically a hive has 1 node for every 1-3000 of it's number in order to prevent that from every occuring. A drone can 'opt' out of the hive at any time but then is cut off from the psychic transmissions and is blind to what the rest of the hive is doing. It has been known to happen that if a node force it's will too much over a group of drones that they will completely cut off that node from the hive. So even though nodes are capable of great control it has to be metted out carefully lest they raise the ire of the entire hive. It is documented though that on the planet Confectionary, the hive has grown so large and has been seated for so long that the entire population has lost it's sense of self. Even the nodes have effectively lost their personalities they act as one mind. Confectionaries away from their planet tend to over compensate as they are suddenly realizing their sense of self, and it is usually then that they gain names either given to them by other creatures or they decide their own. Confectionaries among the great hive of their planet have -no-names-.

The Confectionary Planet :

It is actually a very bountiful world, once you get past the few regions that are heavily irradiated. It is rich in minerals and due to the farming nature of it's now indigineous population thousands of miles of crops. The planet has recovered from a massive attack that occured from orbit nearly a thousand years ago. The planet's current population though cultivated there and mostly all hatched there, originate from a distant planet known as Earth in another solar system.

History:

A pair of human mad scientists, had a wager, who could creatve the most adaptive and survivable species. One of the scientist chose to base his species off an earth animal, a desert fox known as the Fennec, he altered their DNA making them bipedal about 3-4 feet tall and gave them genetic markers to make them greedy, also he put in limiters on their brains so that they would be unable to use magic nor develop psionically. They were only capable of receiving breif psionic orders from their creator. Due to the short nature of his creations the scientist gave them what he thought was funnily fitting name, that he later regretted. Bonapartians. The scientist felt that because he had given them greed they would be very great at developing swiftly and at conquering their surroundings. But he also took a very fatherly out look to them and made a point to be there for every birth. Because unlike the Confectionaries, Bonapartians do have genders.

At the same time the other scientist made his species, taking his base from the long eared jerboa finding it fitting they both work with desert animals and being a bit full of himself felt he could make a species that would spread quickly due to the faster development time. He gave them an inherint genetic drive to be helpful and help humans because he wanted to maintain control over them not realizing that by giving them all their psionic abilities he would not have as much as he'd hoped.

The challenge was simple both species were dumped on this lone planet, and left to their own devices, which ever one made it back to the stars first would be the winner. At first it seemed like the Confectionaries were destined to win, they were highly intelligent and loved making things to make their lives easier and kept advancing their technology. The Bonapartians were too busy fighting amongst themselves for land, women and booze as it were to pay much mind to advancement. And then the two species met. And to the scientists surprise, they two races liked each other. The confectionaries latched onto the Bonapartians nudging them in little ways to get them going forward and the Bonapartians helped the Confectionaries be happy by letting them feel helpful, and through companionship. Soon though the Bonapartians were leagues ahead of the Confectionaries in technology as through their own intervention they were now assisting the Bonapartians instead of developing their own.

This turn of events greatly upset the Confectionary creator as he would not accept his creations as being failures. So he broke the rule of the contest and intervened. He went amongst his creations and told them that the Bonapartians were using them, using them to hurt HIM and that the filthy creatures were doing the bidding of their -evil- master whom wanted his destruction. This incited the first and only war that the Mark I's have ever known to date. They striked visciously at those they called friend, the Bonapartians never saw the betrayal coming but were quick to retaliate, the Bonapartians had size on ther size but the Confectionaries had sheer numbers. The Bonapartians were soon on the losing side of the war but due to the technological advances they had made due to the Confectionaries they did the most profitable thing. They fled into space. It was a mass exodus, using all the work that the two races would have enjoyed together, adventuring out into the stars beyond. But instead it was used to flee the war, and as the Bonapartian ships reached orbit, their creator claimed victory.

Unable to cope with the faiure of his creations the Confectionary Creator passed judgement down upon them and had the planet carpet bombed from orbit. He felt this would ensure the destruction of the 'trash' and moved on. The rival scientist tried to stop his friend from destroying his creations but was unable to, and after that it is said the two were no longer on speaking terms. The Bonapartians were allowed to go off into the galaxy and find another planet for themselves and develop into the Empire they are today, proud and warlike, but sneaky little dealers.

The Mark I's were survivors though and over the next thousand years began to rebuild, feeling that the Bonapartians and their creator were behind the massive bombing that nearly wiped them out and vowing them as their greatest enemies. They felt abandoned from their own creator though and wondered if he would one day come among them again to bestow his wisdom and his mission for their lives. Due to the massive hive on their planet they have little to no individuality and thus there is no crime, no war, or any real violence beyond accidents. The planet has stagneted and they have mostly forgotten how to recreate themselves, relying on stock piles of old eggs in deep freeze to replace any Confectionary who has died from accidents. It is unknown how long a Confectionary lives for, as none have died from old age, yet.

Due to the nature of what happened to their species the Confectionaries developed an intensive orbital defense network around their planet that irradicates anything that comes close, most of these are manned space stations but to alien species they may seem more like unmanned probes. In their history a great tragedy has befallen them within the last five years. An exploration vessel was shot down as it tried to enter orbit from some 'alien' race and upon doing investigation and recovery of the remenants to find that the pilots had been human, and one was barely alive but they were unable to save him due to their unfamiliarity with human psyiology. This caused a great uproar in the hive and it was determined they would need to make amends for their perceived crime, they did not want to shoot down anymore humans unknowlingly after all what is their creator tried to return and... it was unthinkable!

It was then they began transmitting messages to the Galactic council in hopes of circumventing this sort of occurance from happening again as many races have tried to land on their planet and harvest the materials. And throughout this the Confectionaries have been very careful not to reveal their nature to anyone from offworld, relying on audio only transmission and developing intensive biomechanical ships that can pose as Humans in order to interact with offworlders.

It is said that the creator of the Confectionaries returned to his home and began developing later models of the species trying to 'correct' where he went wrong with the Mark I's making the Mark II's larger, stronger, meaner and unpsionic. The Mark II's were so blood thirsty and mindless that they wiped themselves out with in weeks, starting a fight and refusing to pause to tend to the injured or create more of themselves until they were completely wiped out.

The Mark III's are a bit of a mystery as they are all ingrained with a genetic memory of their Creator, and it is through that he achieved immortality, when ever a Mark III hive forms they find a likely psionic human, and take him over, the power of their minds is used to link up with the human and wipe his mind replacing it with the last memories of their creator, usually from the previous host. And in this way he can never be truly killed unless you destroy -every- single Mark III, as each one through their hive carries him with them. Some Mark III's have tried to resist their masters call but he is always with them, and it is a hard constant battle for them, as soon as more than 15 Mark III's are together they instant loose their sense of self and are driven by the imbedded personality of their master.


Okay that is some BREIF racial information about confectionaries :) which have been a composition work between myself and  tcmarrik for the Rifts game he ran and I played in :) Bonapartians belong to  tcmarrik and  alairan as she has been the only Bonapartian in our group :)