Space traveling race of Elder beings with the prime goal of spreading peace and harmony across the stars. They come across planets at times of strife or great suffering and help the locals heal and rebuild. Technologically advanced to a point where they see war as a pointless waste of time, they do not carry any weaponry- but have mastered defenses that make most shields look like a soap bubble. Natural death is something that has been rendered null, while conditioning has left the race with little sex drive- keeping the immortal population at a nice number. A form of ritual suicide is the only way the Nurples pass on to the next world, seen as a sign that the individual has lived a long and peaceful life- they are ready to rest, and allow a new young Nurple to be born.

Violent death is so rare among the Nurples that it is almost unheard of, a being actually causing significant damage to a Nurple leading to expiration is rare to say the least.

The race possesses a vast pool of psychic energy, manifesting as a locator for planets in need of help- they call it Ch'mo Hur, or "They Cry". In times of need most races release a burst of psychic static, the Nurples are attuned to receive this as a beacon to help them locate the planet with one of their vessels.

An average member of the species. They are a short race, only standing about three feet tall.