Hostages of The Ultralum - Principal Characters

Principal Characters

  • Valérian, from Galaxity, lost capital of Earth in the 28th century, formerly a Spatio-Temporal Agent, now working on a freelance basis
  • Laureline, from 11th century France, formerly a Spatio-Temporal Agent for Galaxity, now working on a freelance basis
  • Jal, another former Spatio-Temporal Agent from Galaxity. Now living in exile in Earth's abandoned segment on Point Central.
  • Kistna, a female from the planet Wûûrm
  • The Caliph of Iksaladam
  • The Caliphon, son of the Caliph of Iksaladam
  • The Caliph's three concubines
  • The Mortis Quartet, a criminal gang who specialise in trafficking, smuggling, extortion, attacks, commandos, infiltrations and abductions.
  • Schniarfeur, a living weapon from the planet Bromn. It has had its chabounal gland pinned to control its high aggression levels.
  • Frankie and Harry, twin detectives joined together like Siamese twins but with amazing regenerative powers if one is injured
  • The captain of the Ultralum barge that carries the Mortis Quartet and their captives from Point Central to Iksaladam
  • The President of the council of Point Central
  • The Shingouz, three aliens who trade in information
  • The Extralums, the down-trodden extractors of the valuable Ultralum fuel.

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