[ WP ] Describe to me an alien race physically , culturally , and the state of affairs on their world .

The Alpha hit a button and the airlock door slid open. Beta and Gamma moved into the opening, Beta standing tall and Gamma crouching low so that they could both shoot if need be. The two soldiers stalked across the airlock umbilical with feline grace. Alpha noticed that Gamma's rifle was just a smidge too low to be 100 % effective, but she was a Gamma, that was to be expected. Beta was in perfect form, her hips swayed back and forth as she slid through the shadows of the corridor. 
 
 Alpha linked her optical interface into Beta's so she could get an unimpeded view of the alien ship. She followed the two soldiers into the ship and Delta followed behind her, covering their rear. Alpha did n't trust rear security to a Delta, and especially to this Delta, she was dumb even by Delta standards. This was also her first real mission and Alpha did n't know what to expect. Deltas could be erratic in battle, it was the biggest flaw of that class. Alpha would have preferred to leave Delta behind, but regulations were strict and demanded she take her full Fire Team on all missions as long as they were physically fit for it. 
 
 Delta was physically fit, just dumb as fuck. She stood just over three units tall, a runt by many standards. She was lean, flat chested, and covered in tan fur with the occasional white spot. Her ears lacked the tufts that gave Betas and Alphas their marked appearance. Her tail was crooked too, a remnant from some old break. Alphas was sure it affected her balance at least a little bit. Her eyes were big an yellow, her slit pupils dilated slower than the other soldiers. Over all, she was the perfect example of genetics at their worst. She was from District 371. There were 400 Districts total, each less genetically perfect than the one before it. Alphas lived in 1-100, Betas in the next hundred, and so forth to the end. Districts 385-400 were reserved for the mentally unstable and physically deformed. This particular Delta was almost as bad as them. 
 
 Gamma was better, but not much. She was from District 236. She was good, but not great. Alpha had invested countless hours of training to bring her up a few levels. Alpha liked to think that the next time they were home, Gamma might be able to mate with a male a few pegs up the scale. Good training was worth a lot, but in the end, they could only bridge a gap so large before it all broke down to dust. Genetics were the most important thing. Physically, Gamma was frumpy. Her fur was somewhere between long and short, brown and gray, shiny and plain. She was a genetically mundane specimen and she knew it. She was content to serve, train, and pass her genetics onto the next generation. She was the epitome of normal and boring. 
 
 That brought her to Beta. Beta was from District 102, only barely out of Alpha range. After serving together for three years, Beta finally admitted that she had purposefully done less than her best in the final tests at the Academy and had a friend of hers in the DNA lab alter her sample the tiniest amount. It was an attempt to lower herself into Beta territory, and it worked. Beta dropped from Alpha status down to Beta status and now Alpha really had a team with two alphas in it. That's why she did n't report the egregious breach of regulation. Well, that and the fact that Beta was fucking hot. She was dark gray, spotted all over like the snow leopards of ages long past. Her fur had a sheen that made it intoxicating to watch her move. She was lanky, sultry, and her emerald green eyes were the envy of the entire regiment. When you looked at her, it was obvious that she was not a normal Beta, but the Registry never lied ( supposedly ) and so Beta retained her status and Alpha's Fire Team was stronger for it. 
 
 Alpha was from District 5 herself. She was near the pinnacle of genetic perfection. She had sandy fur, a mix of at least three dozen different shades of brown, tan, and gray. Her eyes were extremely large and she could see in almost pitch black environments. Her slit pupils had set new records for her class at the Academy in how quickly they dilated. Her tail was long and smooth. Her ears sported large tufts that made her ears sag the smallest amount and gave her an almost petulant look. It was misleading, as many males had already discovered. She might look submissive, but there was a fire in Alpha and she had defeated all males that had challenged her to single combat. She was sure her reputation had grown while she was deployed and she was n't sure she would remain undefeated once she was rotated back home. She was afraid of it and resigned to it at the same time. She was n't ready to be raped and impregnated, but she was sure some male from District 1 or 2 would be able to defeat her in combat and overpower her. She should think of it as an honor to be mated with a male from the top districts, but she simply was n't ready to be a mother. She wanted to stay fit and in her prime, not carry a litter for six months and then have her lady parts stretched and torn while she was in labor. 
 
 She focused back on the mission. This ship was dead too. Why were there so many unmanned, unpowered alien ships in this quadrant? Oh well. She gave the order and the Team back tracked to their cruiser. A thought crossed Alpha's mind for not the first time, `` I would take Beta, throw her into that ship, and run away with her in a heartbeat, why am I so afraid of men?'' She shrugged it off, but it was harder each time. She wondered if there was something wrong with her.
