Species(2022) | Stellaris Toxoids

Vetra sighed, a wet, rattling sound. "Tell them it is a localized pheromonal greeting. If they want the trade deal for the mutagenic crystals, they have to breathe the air we breathe."

Vetra walked to the observation deck. Below, the city-spire stretched into the smog. Giant pipes, thick as starship hulls, pumped toxic runoff into massive fermentation vats. This was the "Knights of the Toxic God" quest—a search for the progenitor who had blessed them with this glorious filth. STELLARIS TOXOIDS SPECIES(2022)

"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." Vetra sighed, a wet, rattling sound

"Inform the Blorg," she added with a jagged grin. "The tour is over. The harvest begins." Below, the city-spire stretched into the smog