Regular Characters
The only recurring characters are the crew of the mercenary spaceship Tsunami.
- Indio Tremaine: Captain. Human. Born into the Clan of the Three Suns, of which she is the only survivor.
- Dow Cook: Synthetic human bio-engineered invulnerable to shock and trauma and with enhanced self-healing ability. Very insecure about himself.
- Tan: A musteliform bred from Terran otter stock. Canadian, an alumnus of Labatt's Tech (a fictitious university named after the beer). An alcoholic mechanical and electronics wizard with a severe gambling problem. Never goes anywhere without his leather pilot cap and goggles.
- Beolvoch: A meehook. Something like a dinosaur with feathers. Has an extremely high metabolic rate and thus a voracious appetite for raw meat. Must eat regularly and copiously to stay active. Consequently spends much time in a suspended animation state or complaining that he is hungry. Appears to be a genuine alien species rather than uplifted and genetically engineered earthform.
- Alshain: A felinoid; a temperamental and somewhat edgy pilot.
- Carz: A leoniform with only one working eye. He is generally a steadying influence, but when he loses it, beware!
- Herrick: A hawklike creature, of military caste. Dies very early in the series, in one of many moves which went against formula. Appears in "how we got here" sequences.
- Haven: A birdlike creature with well-developed nesting instincts. She is a doctor by training.
- Eddie: Modelled after some creature with very long ears and a prehensile tail. Likes to hang upside down. A cool dude in shades and khakis or Hawaiian shirts. Nothing rattles Eddie. Was a classmate of Tan at Labatt's.
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