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"The Blorg representatives are refusing to disembark," her assistant, a twitchy drone-operator named Skrit, chirped through the comms. "They say the 'aroma' of our starport is melting their environmental suits."

The air inside the atmospheric processing plant on Otheman II didn't just smell bad; it tasted like rusted pennies and desperation. For Vetra, a Chief Reclamation Officer of the Otheman Industrial Mandate, this was the scent of progress. STELLARIS TOXOIDS SPECIES(2022)

Her skin, a translucent shade of bruised purple, slicked with a protective layer of natural secretions that shielded her from the caustic fog. Behind her, the massive vent of the toxin-scrubber groaned, belching out a fresh cloud of sulfurous yellow gas. To any other species in the galaxy, this room was a death sentence. To the Toxoids of Otheman, it was a nursery. "The Blorg representatives are refusing to disembark," her

She looked at her hands, where the chemical burns were beginning to form—a sign of the "Shorted Lifespan" trait she had accepted for the sake of her empire's growth. She wouldn't live to see the next century, but her civilization would choke the stars until they were the only ones left breathing. Her skin, a translucent shade of bruised purple,

"Inform the Blorg," she added with a jagged grin. "The tour is over. The harvest begins."

"Warm up the thrusters," Vetra commanded, her eyes reflecting the neon green glow of the sludge pools below. "If the God is calling, we won't greet them with clean hands. We’ll bring the stench of a thousand factories."